It had one enormous tusk, but the other was deformed and broken off short.

Its sides were scarred as though with fighting and its eyes shone red and wickedly.

Held in its trunk was the body of a woman whose hair hung down upon one side and whose feet hung down upon the other.

Clasped in her arms was a child that seemed to be still living.
The rogue, as a brute of this sort is called, for evidently such it was, dropped the corpse to the ground and stood a while, flapping its ears.
Then it felt for and picked up the child with its trunk, swung it to and fro and finally tossed it high into the air, hurling it far away.

After this it walked to the elephant that I had just seen die, and charged the carcass, knocking it over.