sechele’s daughter. 
263 
knee, and I was able to get out of his way. He 
then took up a position in the bush, and I loaded 
and gave him two more bullets in the head, one in 
the centre of his forehead. He kept backing farther 
and farther into the bush, with his two enormous 
ears erected like fans, and, as I was thinking the last 
shot must tell on him, he made the longest and most 
furious charge I ever saw ; he fairly hunted me, 
while I was half loaded, clear away. I rode in a 
circle to endeavour to dodge him, and at length suc¬ 
ceeded. He stopped at fault, and I began to reload. 
I had none but conical balls, and the gun was foul. 
I could not get one down. That dastardly cur, 
John, never came near me all this time. I sought 
in vain for a stone, and at length, in despair, took up 
a thick branch, and what with hammering the ram¬ 
rod, and driving it against the trunk of a tree, I at 
length got the bullet home; but my elephant had 
made good use of his time and got clear away, and 
I returned to the wagons in rags, with the loss of a 
spur, and not a little discomfited, but it was madness 
to attack them in their stronghold. I also lost a 
fine old bull in a most foolish manner. After 
following his spoor several hours from the river, 
where he had been to drink, I saw him about 600 
yards off, and in riding to get at him from below the 
wind I lost sight of him. He had taken the alarm 
by the horse snorting or treading on a dead bough, 
and I never saw him more. Sechele’s daughter, the 
wife of a trader named Wilson, met us to-day, on 
