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ELEPHANT HUNTING ON MOUNT KENIA 1 
The porters exult over the death of the bull 
From a photograph by Edmund Heller 
missed it. However, the shock momentarily stunned the 
beast. He stumbled forward, half falling, and as he re¬ 
covered I fired with the second barrel, again aiming for 
the brain. This time the bullet sped true, and as I lowered 
the rifle from my shoulder, I saw the great lord of the forest 
come crashing to the ground. 
But at that very instant, before there was a moment’s 
time in which to reload, the thick bushes parted immediately 
on my left front, and through them surged the vast bulk of 
a charging bull elephant, the matted mass of tough creepers 
snapping like packthread before his rush. He was so close 
that he could have touched me with his trunk. I leaped to 
one side and dodged behind a tree trunk, opening the rifle, 
throwing out the empty shells, and slipping in two car¬ 
tridges. Meanwhile Cuninghame fired right and left, at the 
same time throwing himself into the bushes on the other 
side. Both his bullets went home, and the bull stopped 
