There could not be a better exemplification of a rogue than in this case.A short distance apart from the herd, he had concealed himself in the jungle, from which position he had witnessed the destruction of his mates.He had not stirred a foot until he saw us totally unprepared, when he instantly seized the opportunity and dashed out upon me.If Ihad attempted to run from him, I should have been killed, as he would have struck me in the back; my only chance was in the course which Ipursued--to wait quietly until he was just over me, and then to jump on one side; he thus struck me on the thickest part of the thigh instead of striking me in the stomach, which he must have done had I remained in my first position; this would have killed me on the spot.
I passed an uncomfortable night, my leg being very painful and covered with wet bandages of vinegar and water.The bruise came out from my ankle to my hip; the skin was broken where the tush had struck me, and the blood had started under the skin over a surface of nearly a foot, ****** the bruise a bright purple, and giving the whole affair a most unpleasant appearance.The next morning I could not move my leg, which felt like a sack of sand, and was perfectly numbed; however, I kept on a succession of cold lotions, and after breakfast I was assisted upon my horse, and we moved the encampment to Nielgalla.On the following day Icould just manage to hobble along, my leg being at least double its usual size, and threatening to spoil my sport for the whole trip.
We were seated at breakfast when a native came in, bringing intelligence of a herd of elephants about four miles distant.I was not in a state for shooting, but I resolved to mount my steady old horse Jack, and take my chance of revenge for my mishap.The guns were accordingly loaded, and we started.
We had ridden through the Park for about three miles, and had just turned round the corner of a patch of jungle, when we came suddenly upon a large rogue elephant, who was standing in the open, facing us at about seventy yards.The moment that he saw the horses he turned sharp round, and retreated to a long belt of fine open forest which was close behind him.There was no resisting the invitation upon such favourable ground, and immediately dismounting, we followed him.I now found that my leg was nearly useless, and I could only move at a snail's pace, and even then with great pain.Upon reaching the forest, we found that the rogue had decamped, not wishing to meet us in such advantageous ground.We followed his tracks for a few hundred yards through the wood, till we suddenly emerged upon a large tract of high lemon grass.Into this, our cunning foe had retreated, and with my decreased powers of locomotion, Idid not wish to pursue him farther.I was at length persuaded by Banda to make a trial, and we accordingly left the track, and pushed our way through the high grass to some rising ground, from which we could look over the surface of waving vegetation, and find out the exact position of the elephant.While forcing our way through the dense mass, Imomentarily expected to hear the rush of the rogue charging down upon us, and I was glad to find myself at length safe in the position we had steered for.
Upon scanning the surface of the grass, I distinguished the elephant immediately; he was standing close to the edge of the jungle in the high grass facing us, at about 150 yards distant.He was a picture of intense excitement and attention, and was evidently waiting for us.In the position that we now occupied, we unavoidably gave him the wind, and he of course almost immediately discovered us.Giving two or three shrill trumpets, he paced quickly to and fro before the jungle, as though he were guarding the entrance.To enter the high grass to attack him, would have been folly, as he was fully prepared, and when once in the tangled mass we could not have seen him until he was upon us; we therefore amused ourselves for about ten minutes by shouting at him.During this time he continued pacing backwards and forwards, screaming almost without intermission; and having suddenly made up his mind to stand this bullying no longer, he threw his trunk up in the air and charged straight at us.The dust flew like smoke from the dry grass as he rushed through it; but we were well prepared to receive him.Not wishing him to come to close quarters with my useless leg, I gave him a shot with my two-ounce rifle, at about 120 paces.It did not even check him, but it had the effect of ****** him lower his trunk, and he came on at undiminished speed.Taking the four-ounce rifle from Wallace, I heard the crack of the ball as it entered his head at about 100 yards.He was down! A general shout of exclamation rose from Banda and all the gun-bearers.I reloaded the four-ounce immediately, and the ball was just rammed home when we heard the supposed dead elephant roaring on the ground.In another moment he regained his legs and stood with his broadside exposed to us, stunned with the heavy ball in his head.Taking a steady shot at his shoulder, I gave him a second dose of the four-ounce; he reeled to and fro and staggered into the jungle.I dared not follow him in my crippled state, and we returned to the horses; but the next day he was found dead by the natives.
I much feared that the shot fired might have disturbed the herd of elephants, as they were reported to be not far distant; this, however, proved not to be the case, as we met the watchers about a mile farther on, who reported the herd to be perfectly undisturbed, but located in the everlasting lemon grass.At this time the greater portion of the Park was a mass of this abominable grass, and there was no chance of getting the elephants in any other position, this serving them at the same time for both food and shelter.How they can eat it is a puzzle; it is as sharp as a knife, and as coarse as a file, with a flavour of the most pungent lemon peel.
