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LOVE AND FAREWELL 
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rifle, I drove a bullet into the elephant’s skull, a 
little behind his ear, sending him reeling away from 
my boy, and reloading with utmost speed, I reached 
his brain with my next shot, dropping him not more 
than six yards away from the body of his victim. 
At once, I rushed to Seremani’s side, but, on seeing 
the shocking injuries he had received, knew it would 
only be a matter of moments ere he was done with 
all earthly things. I hastily applied a water-bottle 
to his lips, but he was too far gone to drink, and 
catching hold of my hand, managed to mutter feebly : 
‘ Quhaeri, bwana, wango, nimi gufa lao ! ' 
(Good-bye, my master, to-day I shall be dead). 
His brother, Pombe, coming up at this moment 
to where he lay, Seremani recognized him and 
muttered his last words : ‘ Quhaeri, Pombe.’ Then, 
looking into my eyes and still gripping my hand, he 
passed away. 
We carried the remains of my poor boy for two 
days, and when within an hour’s journey of his home, 
laid him to rest in the glorious burial-ground of the 
free, wild, forest. 
Shortly after this unhappy event, I left the 
district, and so grieved was I over the death of my 
boy (he is the only servant that I have had killed in 
all my hunting expeditions), that I could not bear to 
continue hunting in that locality. 
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