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As
he
went
I
gave
him
the
second
barrel
in
the
ribs
,
and
this
brought
him
down
in
good
earnest
.
Hastily
slipping
in
two
fresh
cartridges
I
ran
close
up
to
him
,
and
a
ball
through
the
brain
put
an
end
to
the
poor
brute
's
struggles
.
Then
I
turned
to
see
how
Good
had
fared
with
the
big
bull
,
which
I
had
heard
screaming
with
rage
and
pain
as
I
gave
mine
its
quietus
.
On
reaching
the
captain
I
found
him
in
a
great
state
of
excitement
.
It
appeared
that
on
receiving
the
bullet
the
bull
had
turned
and
come
straight
for
his
assailant
,
who
had
barely
time
to
get
out
of
his
way
,
and
then
charged
on
blindly
past
him
,
in
the
direction
of
our
encampment
.
Meanwhile
the
herd
had
crashed
off
in
wild
alarm
in
the
other
direction
.
For
awhile
we
debated
whether
to
go
after
the
wounded
bull
or
to
follow
the
herd
,
and
finally
deciding
for
the
latter
alternative
,
departed
,
thinking
that
we
had
seen
the
last
of
those
big
tusks
.
I
have
often
wished
since
that
we
had
.
It
was
easy
work
to
follow
the
elephants
,
for
they
had
left
a
trail
like
a
carriage
road
behind
them
,
crushing
down
the
thick
bush
in
their
furious
flight
as
though
it
were
tambouki
grass
.
But
to
come
up
with
them
was
another
matter
,
and
we
had
struggled
on
under
the
broiling
sun
for
over
two
hours
before
we
found
them
.
With
the
exception
of
one
bull
,
they
were
standing
together
,
and
I
could
see
,
from
their
unquiet
way
and
the
manner
in
which
they
kept
lifting
their
trunks
to
test
the
air
,
that
they
were
on
the
look-out
for
mischief
.
The
solitary
bull
stood
fifty
yards
or
so
to
this
side
of
the
herd
,
over
which
he
was
evidently
keeping
sentry
,
and
about
sixty
yards
from
us
.
Thinking
that
he
would
see
or
wind
us
,
and
that
it
would
probably
start
them
off
again
if
we
tried
to
get
nearer
,
especially
as
the
ground
was
rather
open
,
we
all
aimed
at
this
bull
,
and
at
my
whispered
word
,
we
fired
.
The
three
shots
took
effect
,
and
down
he
went
dead
.
Again
the
herd
started
,
but
unfortunately
for
them
about
a
hundred
yards
further
on
was
a
nullah
,
or
dried-out
water
track
,
with
steep
banks
,
a
place
very
much
resembling
the
one
where
the
Prince
Imperial
was
killed
in
Zululand
.
Into
this
the
elephants
plunged
,
and
when
we
reached
the
edge
we
found
them
struggling
in
wild
confusion
to
get
up
the
other
bank
,
filling
the
air
with
their
screams
,
and
trumpeting
as
they
pushed
one
another
aside
in
their
selfish
panic
,
just
like
so
many
human
beings
.
Now
was
our
opportunity
,
and
firing
away
as
quickly
as
we
could
load
,
we
killed
five
of
the
poor
beasts
,
and
no
doubt
should
have
bagged
the
whole
herd
,
had
they
not
suddenly
given
up
their
attempts
to
climb
the
bank
and
rushed
headlong
down
the
nullah
.
We
were
too
tired
to
follow
them
,
and
perhaps
also
a
little
sick
of
slaughter
,
eight
elephants
being
a
pretty
good
bag
for
one
day
.
So
after
we
were
rested
a
little
,
and
the
Kafirs
had
cut
out
the
hearts
of
two
of
the
dead
elephants
for
supper
,
we
started
homewards
,
very
well
pleased
with
our
day
's
work
,
having
made
up
our
minds
to
send
the
bearers
on
the
morrow
to
chop
away
the
tusks
.
Shortly
after
we
re-passed
the
spot
where
Good
had
wounded
the
patriarchal
bull
we
came
across
a
herd
of
eland
,
but
did
not
shoot
at
them
,
as
we
had
plenty
of
meat
.
They
trotted
past
us
,
and
then
stopped
behind
a
little
patch
of
bush
about
a
hundred
yards
away
,
wheeling
round
to
look
at
us
.
As
Good
was
anxious
to
get
a
near
view
of
them
,
never
having
seen
an
eland
close
,
he
handed
his
rifle
to
Umbopa
,
and
,
followed
by
Khiva
,
strolled
up
to
the
patch
of
bush
.
We
sat
down
and
waited
for
him
,
not
sorry
of
the
excuse
for
a
little
rest
.
The
sun
was
just
going
down
in
its
reddest
glory
,
and
Sir
Henry
and
I
were
admiring
the
lovely
scene
,
when
suddenly
we
heard
an
elephant
scream
,
and
saw
its
huge
and
rushing
form
with
uplifted
trunk
and
tail
silhouetted
against
the
great
fiery
globe
of
the
sun
.
Next
second
we
saw
something
else
,
and
that
was
Good
and
Khiva
tearing
back
towards
us
with
the
wounded
bull
--
for
it
was
he
--
charging
after
them
.
For
a
moment
we
did
not
dare
to
fire
--
though
at
that
distance
it
would
have
been
of
little
use
if
we
had
done
so
--
for
fear
of
hitting
one
of
them
,
and
the
next
a
dreadful
thing
happened
--
Good
fell
a
victim
to
his
passion
for
civilised
dress
.
Had
he
consented
to
discard
his
trousers
and
gaiters
like
the
rest
of
us
,
and
to
hunt
in
a
flannel
shirt
and
a
pair
of
veldt-schoons
,
it
would
have
been
all
right
.
But
as
it
was
,
his
trousers
cumbered
him
in
that
desperate
race
,
and
presently
,
when
he
was
about
sixty
yards
from
us
,
his
boot
,
polished
by
the
dry
grass
,
slipped
,
and
down
he
went
on
his
face
right
in
front
of
the
elephant
We
gave
a
gasp
,
for
we
knew
that
he
must
die
,
and
ran
as
hard
as
we
could
towards
him
.
In
three
seconds
it
had
ended
,
but
not
as
we
thought
.
Khiva
,
the
Zulu
boy
,
saw
his
master
fall
,
and
brave
lad
as
he
was
,
turned
and
flung
his
assegai
straight
into
the
elephant
's
face
.
It
stuck
in
his
trunk
.
With
a
scream
of
pain
,
the
brute
seized
the
poor
Zulu
,
hurled
him
to
the
earth
,
and
placing
one
huge
foot
on
to
his
body
about
the
middle
,
twined
its
trunk
round
his
upper
part
and
tore
him
in
two
.
We
rushed
up
mad
with
horror
,
and
fired
again
and
again
,
till
presently
the
elephant
fell
upon
the
fragments
of
the
Zulu
.
