130 ADVENTURES OF AN ELEPHANT HUNTER ch. 
an occasional glimpse of the top of his back, heart 
and brain shots were entirely a matter of guess work. 
Upon coming up to where he lay, we found him lying 
on his side moaning, so I put him out of pain with a 
•577 bullet through the brain. 
When my men were chopping out the tusks of the 
ELEPHANT WITH SOME OF MY MEN AND THEIR WIVES. 
latter elephant, my head tracker, Simba, came up to 
me saying that he couldn’t understand why the animal 
had not succumbed to the first two shots, which, in 
his opinion, had penetrated the brain. This con¬ 
jecture, we proved to be correct, for Simba, removing 
with his knife the skin of the forehead from about 
the wounds, and chopping a hole in the skull, inserted 
his hand along the course of the bullets and with- 
