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lying down. Ringler’s men warned him that the 
animal might only be sleeping, and advised him to 
eliminate all possibility of a mishap by putting a 
bullet into the beast, but the hunter, confident that 
the animal was dead and the identical one that he 
had wounded on the previous day, went up to the 
recumbent monster and, encircling one of the tusks 
with his fingers, exclaimed : ‘ Wliat glorious ivory ! ’ 
Like a flash, the elephant, who was only dozing, 
caught him with his trunk and smashing him with 
his tusk, killed him on the spot. 
Ill 
Somewhere, deep in the forest, between Lake 
Nyassa and the sea, probably in the vicinity of the 
Locheringo River, there lies buried an Englishman 
of the name of Watkinson. Exactly where, no 
white man knows. Possibly some natives do, but 
there are some things which black men do not tell, 
and this is one of them. 
In 1903, Watkinson, accompanied by ten carriers, 
two boys and a gun-bearer, left the lake with the 
intention of following the Rovuma River down to 
the sea, shooting as he went, and hoping to reach 
the coast with a goodly stock of ivory. The boys 
and gun-bearer had been in his service for years ; 
the carriers were only raw natives engaged for the 
