had forced him.  They had advanced but a yard or two when the huge animal began to sink, and the more he struggled and strove to extricate himself the deeper he sank.  The Maharajah hastened to the spot as soon as he heard of the catastrophe, for “Kennedy” was a fine and valuable elephant and a steady one for shikar (shooting).  At the sound of his master’s voice poor “Kennedy” looked towards the bank, and the Maharajah saw that great tears of anguish were rolling down the poor beast’s face as he bellowed in an agony of fear.  The Maharajah directed the men who had gathered around the scene to fell some saplings, which were conveyed to the nala by some smaller elephant and pushed into the quagmire towards “Kennedy”.  The poor entrapped animal seemed to understand that efforts were being made to rescue him, and he obeyed his driver’s now soothing voice and held himself still.  At last, the combined labours of men and brother-elephants provided a safe footing of submerged saplings and branches; and “Kennedy” pulled himself out of the treacherous sand and was escorted back to the camp with great rejoicings.

Not long after this “Kennedy” distinguished himself in another way, but this time evoked the displeasure and not the pity of his good master.  An engineer, named Ashton, had charge of the feilkhana (elephant stables) and had once severely punished “Kennedy”.  After the manner of his kind, the elephant bore the memory of the outrage in his heart and waited the opportunity to be revenged.  One morning the camp was astir for a shoot.  The guests stood ready outside their tents and the elephants were waiting to carry them into the forest.  Suddenly “Kennedy” charged at Ashton, who stood a little apart from the group, and flinging him to the ground began to roll him under his feet.  The Maharajah, with wonderful presence of mind, immediately ordered “Debraj”, a larger and more powerful elephant than “Kennedy” and his rival in the feilkhana, to the rescue.  “Debraj’s” mahout ordered him to charge at “Kennedy”, and, urged forward with voice and prong; “Debraj” did so with a good will.  When “Kennedy” saw his ancient enemy charging at him, he forgot his grudge against Ashton, and, considering that “he who fights and runs away lives to fight another day”, he bolted, with his trunk in the air.  Ashton was picked up from the dust very much shaken by his rolling and fright but, to the astonishment of every one, in no way injured.

During one of his shooting expeditions, the Maharajah and his companions decided one night that they would go out on foot at the very break of dawn and see the animal world in the jungle; and they were well rewarded for their adventurous spirit.  In a glade of the forest they had a magnificent sight of a large herd of bison peacefully grazing in the dewy grass.  They could hear tigers and bears passing back through the jungles to their dens in the deeper forest, and as the men stood there admiring the grand heads of