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We crept for about a quarter of a mile upon this track, when the sudden snapping of a branch a hundred paces in advance plainly showed that we were up with the game. This is the exciting moment in elephant-shooting, and every breath is held for a second intimation of the exact position of the herd.
Within the year we have played at pirates together, at the taking of sperm whales; and we have ransacked the Westchester Hills for gunsites against the Mexican invasion. And we have made lists of guns, and medicines, and tinned things, in case we should ever happen to go elephant-shooting in Africa. But we weren't going to hurt the elephants.
They give their opinion upon elephant-shooting, and declare it to be capital sport, but there is no danger in it, as the elephants INVARIABLY RUN AWAY. Let us imagine ourselves in the position of the half-asleep and unsuspecting herd. We are lying down in a doze during the heat of the day, and our senses are half benumbed by a sense of sleep.
A short time after this we reached the tent, having had the perfection of sport in elephant-shooting, although luck had been against us in making a large bag. Dec. 2. The scouts having been sent out at daybreak, returned early, having found another herd of elephants. On our way to the spot, Palliser fired at a rogue, but without effect.
Elephant-shooting is doubtless the most dangerous of all sports if the game is invariably followed up; but there is a great difference between elephant-killing and elephant-hunting; the latter is sport, the former is slaughter. Many persons who have killed elephants know literally nothing about the sport, and they may ever leave Ceylon with the idea that an elephant is not a dangerous animal.
The Four-ounce again Tidings of a Rogue Approaching a Tank Rogue An Exciting Moment Ruins of Pollanarua Ancient Ruins Rogues at Doolana B. Charged by a Rogue Planning an Attack A Check Narrow Escape Rogue-stalking A Bad Rogue Dangers of Elephant-shooting The Rhatamahatmeya's Tale. A broken nipple in my long two-ounce rifle took me to Trincomalee, about seventy miles out of my proposed route.
Instinct and Reason Tailor Birds and Grosbeaks The White Ant Black Ants at War Wanderoo Monkeys Habits of Elephants Elephants in the Lake Herd of Elephants Bathing Elephant-shooting The Rencontre The Charge Caught by the Tail Horse Gored by a Buffalo Sagacity of Dogs "Bluebeard" His Hunt A True Hound.
Higginbotham, who gave me this account, described the excitement of the troops as so intense, that they let their muskets off completely at random: and so thick were the bullets in his direction, that he was obliged to take shelter behind a white-ant hill. I had no time to devote to elephant-shooting, otherwise I might have killed a considerable number in the neighbourhood of Gondokoro.
Excitement of Elephant-shooting An Unexpected Visitor A Long Run with a Buck Hard Work Rewarded A Glorious Bay End of a Hard Day's Work Bee-hunters Disasters of Elk-hunting Bran Wounded 'Old Smut's' Buck Boar at Hackgalla Death of 'Old Smut' Scenery from the Perewelle Mountains Diabolical Death of 'Merriman' Scene of the Murder.
He was, fortunately, still at some distance, so I had time to take off the covering of my rifle, and to cock it ready for his reception. The experience I had gained of elephant-shooting in Ceylon now stood me in good stead. My sailor companion, who was not aware of what I was able to do, was naturally much alarmed on my account. "Much better climb up this tree out of the way of the brute.
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