X.has killed two, Y.has killed one, and Z.knocked down one, but he got up again and got away; total, three bagged.

Our friends now return to the tent, and, after perhaps a month of this kind of shooting, they arrive at their original headquarters, having bagged perhaps twenty elephants.

They give their opinion upon elephant-shooting, and declare it to be capital sport, but there is no danger in it, as the elephants INVARIABLY RUN AWAY.
Let us imagine ourselves in the position of the half-asleep and unsuspecting herd.

We are lying down in a doze during the heat of the day, and our senses are half benumbed by a sense of sleep.

We are beneath the shade of a large tree, and we do not dream that danger is near us.
A frightful scream suddenly scatters our wandering senses.