3 ro ADVENTURES OF AN ELEPHANT HUNTER ch. 
life devoted to the chase, a side upon which a 
hunter seldom lets his mind dwell, but to omit 
which would be to state only one half of my case. 
I 
A few years ago, an old friend of mine, Goddard 
by name, and one of the best of fellows, was killed by 
an elephant in North Eastern Rhodesia. Goddard 
was by no means an amateur at hunting—on the 
contrary, he was exceptionally cool, an excellent 
shot, and had accounted in his time for a consider¬ 
able number of elephants. 
It appears that one evening he set out in search 
of small game, taking with him a *303 rifle only, and, 
judging from subsequent events, must have come 
upon an elephant quite unexpectedly and been 
tempted by the prospect of a pair of heavy tusks to 
follow the animal into a patch of dense bush. His 
bearers, having waited a considerable time for him 
and finding that their master did not return, decided 
to follow his tracks into the thicket, but had not 
gone far before they discovered Goddard’s dead 
body shockingly trampled and with a gaping wound 
in the chest where a tusk had been driven clean 
through. Beyond the fact that he was killed by an 
elephant, the exact manner in which Goddard came 
to his end is unknown. The sad event may have 
