CH. XIII 
STIRRING TIMES AT LECUNDI 
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put a quickly-aimed bullet through the neck of the 
only one I could see, and brought him down 
instantly. Without wasting time, we dashed after 
his fellows. What a chase they gave us ! We 
crossed and recrossed the Mbarangandu River, 
wading knee-deep through the water, and tore 
THE FIRST ELEPHANT. 
through long, dense elephant grass, full of itching 
upupu bean, at times running almost doubled in two 
along the tunnel formed by the reeds after the 
elephant had passed. Under such conditions as the 
last mentioned, tracking elephants is nervous work, for 
it is quite impossible to see more than a couple of 
yards in any direction, and should an animal double 
back on his spoor and charge, there is nothing left to 
