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THE ELEPHANT. 
of the defunct elephant, I felt some disappointment 
at its comparative smallness; and Kamapju, my 
henchman and tracker, exclaimed : “ This is not 
the elephant you first fired at, Sir ! That was a 
larger one.” “ Impossible,” I replied, “ surely I 
have not made the same mistake as with the gi¬ 
raffes at Omonbondi?* No, I am quite sure I 
have not.” “ You have though,” rejoined the 
man. “Very well,” I said, “let us examine the 
ground then,” and we moved off for that purpose. 
And certainly in the search we made, the track of 
no other elephant was to be discovered. Kamapju, 
nevertheless, continued to look positive, though 
much perplexed. 
Having returned to the carcase, we were shortly 
joined by the rest of our party, one of whom said : 
“ Sir, in coming here, we came across an elephant 
walking very slowly and stiffly, as if much hurt.” 
“ Then Kamapju is, perhaps, right after all,” I ex¬ 
claimed, “ let us go and see.” We did so, and had 
not proceeded above a hundred yards in an oppo¬ 
site direction to that just examined, when we 
noticed another blood-spoor, quite distinct from 
that of the animal I had slain. Pointing with exult¬ 
ation to these marks, Kamapju, with a smile full of 
meaning and satisfaction, looked full in my face, 
and said as plainly as looks could speak : “ Did I 
not tell you so, Sir 1 For the future trust to my 
eyes and ears.” 
To cut a long story short, I will only add that, 
* On which occasion I had killed two of these animals, though 
only aware, in the first instance, of one having fallen. 
