While I was engaged in securing him, the gun-bearers came up, and at this moment I observed, at the foot of the hill, another elephant, not quite full grown, who was retreating through the high grass towards the jungle.

There were no guns charged except one of my No.

10 rifles, which some one had reloaded; taking this, I left the little 'Ponchy' with V.and the gun-bearers, and running down the side of the hill, I came up with the elephant just as he was entering the jungle, and getting the earshot, I killed him.
We had bagged nine elephants, and only one had escaped from the herd; this was the female who had forsaken her young one.
Wallace now came up and cut off the tails of those that I had killed.
I had one barrel still loaded, and I was pushing my way through the tangled grass towards the spot where the five elephants lay together, when I suddenly heard Wallace shriek out, 'Look out, sir! Look out!--an elephant's coming!' I turned round in a moment; and close past Wallace, from the very spot where the last dead elephant lay, came the very essence and incarnation of a 'rogue' elephant in full charge.

His trunk was thrown high in the air, his ears were cocked, his tail stood erect above his back as stiff as a poker, and screaming exactly like the whistle of a railway engine, he rushed upon me through the high grass with a velocity that was perfectly wonderful.

His eyes flashed as he came on, and he had singled me out as his victim.
I have often been in dangerous positions, but I never felt so totally devoid of hope as I did in this instance.