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TETEL } MY OLD HUNTER. 
[chap. VII. 
could not pass him. In about a quarter of an hour, 
after a careful chase over deep ruts and gullies con¬ 
cealed in high grass, I arrived at a level space, and 
shooting ahead, I gave him a shoulder shot with the 
Reilly No. 10 rifle. I saw the wound in a good place, 
but the bull rushed along all the quicker, and again 
we came into bad ground that made it unwise to close. 
However, on the first opportunity I made a dash by 
him, and fired my left-hand barrel at full gallop. He 
slackened his speed, but I could not halt to reload, 
lest I should lose sight of him in the high grass and 
bush. 
Not a man was with me to hand a spare rifle. My 
cowardly fellows, although light-weights and well 
mounted, were nowhere; the natives were outrun, as 
of course was Richarn, who, not being a good rider, 
had preferred to hunt on foot. In vain I shouted for 
the men; and I followed the elephant with an empty 
rifle for about ten minutes, until he suddenly turned 
round, and stood facing me in an open spot in grass 
about nine or ten feet high. “ Tetel ” was a grand 
horse for elephants, not having the slightest fear, and 
standing fire like a rock, never even starting under 
the discharge of the heaviest charge of powder. I 
now commenced reloading, when presently one of my 
men, Yaseen, came up upon “ Filfil.” Taking a spare 
