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was majestic. He seemed to rise up forward, the curved 
trunk held high in the air; then, with slow sidelong 
motion, gently collapsed stern-first till he finally fell 
over, lying like a dark-red mountain towering over the 
green flags. 
Hurrying forward past him—with hardly time even 
to glance at those glorious tusks—and running easily on 
“ turned on us with cocked ears and upraised trunk.” 
a broad causeway of broken-down reeds (while the 
elephants plunged and struggled in bog), we soon over¬ 
hauled the second wounded bull. He also, at seventy 
yards, turned on us with cocked ears and a shrill shriek. 
“ Shoot,” said Ali, “he’s going to charge.” But his 
end was at hand. A *450 solid knocked him backwards 
over—passing through the hollow top of one tusk where 
embedded in the skull (near the eye). He struggled to 
regain his feet when W-gave him a finisher, and he 
fell with his face to the foe. 
Four enormous elephants now lay dead—three 
behind us, the fourth fifty yards ahead. Of this last, 
