she was surrounded by the dogs, which, barking angrily, seemed to engross her attention.  Having placed myself between her and the retreating troop, I dismounted to fire, within forty yards of her, in open ground.  Colesberg was extremely afraid of the elephants, and gave me much trouble, jerking my arm when I tried to fire.  At length I let fly; but, on endeavoring to regain my saddle.  Colesberg declined to allow me to mount; and when I tried to lead him, and run for it, he only backed toward the wounded elephant.  At this moment I heard another elephant close behind:  and on looking about I beheld the ‘friend,’ with uplifted trunk, charging down upon me at top speed, shrilly trumpeting, and following an old black pointer named Schwart, that was perfectly deaf, and trotted along before the enraged elephant quite unaware of what was behind him.  I felt certain that she would have either me or my horse.  I, however, determined not to relinquish my steed, but to hold on by the bridle.  My men, who of course kept at a safe distance, stood aghast with their mouths open, and for a few seconds my position was certainly not an enviable one.  Fortunately, however, the dogs took off the attention of the elephants; and, just us they were upon me I managed to spring into the saddle, where I was safe.  As I turned my back to mount, the elephants were so very near, that I really expected to feel one of their trunks lay hold of me.  I rode up to Kleinboy for my double-barrelled two-grooved rifle; he and Isaac were pale and almost speechless with fright.  Returning to the charge, I was soon once more alongside, and, firing from the saddle, I sent another brace of bullets into the wounded elephant.  Colesberg was extremely unsteady, and destroyed the correctness of my aim.  The ‘friend’ now seemed resolved to do some mischief, and charged me furiously, pursuing me to a distance of several hundred yards.  I therefore deemed it proper to give her a gentle hint to act less officiously, and so, having loaded, I approached within thirty yards, and gave it her sharp, right and left, behind the shoulder; upon which she at once made off with drooping trunk, evidently with a mortal wound.  Two more shots finished her; on receiving them she tossed her trunk up and down two or three times, and falling on her broadside against a thorny tree, which yielded like grass before her enormous weight, she uttered a deep hoarse cry and expired.”

Mr. Cumming’s exploits in the water are no less exciting than his land adventures.  Here is an account of his victory over a hippopotamus, on the banks of the Limpopo river, near the northernmost extremity of his journeyings.