My son Kermit and I stopped it at forty yards.

Another bull elephant, also unwounded, which charged, nearly got me, as I had just fired both cartridges from my heavy double-barreled rifle in killing the bull I was after--the first wild elephant I had ever seen.
The second bull came through the thick brush to my left like a steam plow through a light snowdrift, everything snapping before his rush, and was so near that he could have hit me with his trunk.

I slipped past him behind a tree.

People have asked me how I felt on this occasion.
My answer has always been that I suppose I felt as most men of like experience feel on such occasions.

At such a moment a hunter is so very busy that he has no time to get frightened.