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TERRIER V. ELEPHANT 
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distance behind the brute’s ear so as to get the line 
of his brain. He instantly dropped to his knees, 
but rose again almost at once. My second bullet 
struck him in the vicinity of the heart and sent 
him crashing back into the long grass, where he fell 
ere he had travelled another forty yards. 
Whisky was none the worse for his unexpected 
trip through the air, and though, at first, he fought 
shy of approaching the elephant’s carcase, he 
seemed at once to realize, when I placed him up on 
the beast’s back, that his formidable opponent was 
dead. The photograph illustrating this episode, 
shows him standing proudly on his fallen foe, no 
doubt convinced that though his master had slain 
the monster, the result would have been vastly 
different, if he hadn’t given that poor fellow a 
helping hand. 
