Akeley had got a splendid photograph of the charging cow and now he took one of the smaller beast before we approached the cow.

Upon our advance the smaller one ran away but the big cow never moved again.

She was stone dead.

The three bullets had struck her, Jimmy's high as she was head on, Fred's between the eye and ear as she swung, and mine just behind the orifice of the ear as the head was still further swung by the shock of Fred's bullet.

The elephant rested on her four knees in an upright position, quite lifelike in appearance.