trail through dim, cavernous windings in 
the dark, vine-covered jungle; we heard 
him smash the branches but a few yards 
ahead, and fall and rise; and stealing for¬ 
ward Kermit and I slipped up to within a 
dozen feet of him as he stood on the other 
side of some small twisted trees, hung with 
a mat of creepers. I put a bullet into his 
heart, Kermit fired; each of us fired again 
on the instant; the mighty bull threw up 
his trunk, crashed over backward, and lay 
dead on his side among the bushes. A fine 
sight he was, a sight to gladden any hunt¬ 
er’s heart, as he lay in the twilight, a giant 
in death. 
At once we trotted back to camp, reach¬ 
ing it as darkness fell; and next morning 
all of us came out to the carcass. He was 
full grown, and was ten feet nine inches 
high. The tusks were rather short, but 
thick, and weighed a hundred and ten 
pounds the pair. Out of the trunk we 
made excellent soup. 
Several times while following the trail of 
this big bull we could tell he was close by 
the strong elephant smell. Most game 
animals have a peculiar scent, often strong 
enough for the species to be readily recog¬ 
nizable before it is seen, if in forest or 
jungle. On the open plains, of course, one 
rarely gets close enough to an animal to 
smell it before seeing it; but I once smelled 
