The smoke hung so thickly that I could not see distinctly enough to fire my second barrel before the remaining elephant had turned; but Florian, with a three-ounce steel-tipped bullet, by a curious shot at the hind-quarters, injured the hip joint to such an extent that we could more than equal the elephant in speed.
In a few moments we found ourselves in a small open glade in the middle of the jungle, close to the stern of the elephant we were following.

I had taken a fresh rifle, with both barrels loaded, and hardly had I made the exchange when the elephant turned suddenly and charged.

Determined to try fairly the forehead-shot, I kept my ground, and fired a Reilly No.

10, quicksilver and lead bullet, exactly in the centre, when certainly within four yards.

The only effect was to make her stagger backward, when, in another moment, with her immense ears thrown forward, she again rushed on.