7. My servant-boy, with a reserve gun, was ten or twelve yards off-a long way at such a moment; but no more time was lost than could be avoided in exchanging guns with him. I turned back as quickly as possible, and at this instant the elephant seized the collector and lifted him off the ground. I instantly leveled my gun, in the hope that a chance of saving him might offer. 8. The beast turned partly around the tree, still holding the collector in the grasp of his trunk, and I saw that I had a clear shot at his head. I fired, and struck him, the ball entering his left eye. He staggered, stumbled, let the collector fall, and made off without trampling on him. I then rushed forward, intending to discharge my second barrel; but, some objects coming between the elephant and me, he escaped, and I lost sight of him entirely. 9. The collector now lay apparently lifeless on the ground. A painful sensation of dizziness nearly overpowered me. I went toward him: he moved, and assisted himself by taking hold of a tree. I then hastened, and found him like one risen from the grave, pale as death. I saw blood-but it was that of the elephant— dropping from his brow. 10. Never shall I forget my feelings when I saw the monster rushing on him, still less those when I saw the brute's huge trunk twine round and take him up. All this occurred in less than a minute. The collector was, of course, very faint. We gave up the pursuit, and got some brandy-and-water, which revived him. He told us that he had advanced till within six yards of the elephant, and then fired, thinking that, as usual, it would retreat, instead of which it charged him. 11. He then fired a second time, within three yards of the beast, and fled; but the animal gained upon him: he threw his gun at it, and tried to run round a tree; but it was too cunning, and ran round the tree also, seized him by the neck, and threw him down. It then attempted to gore him. Luckily, the tusks stuck into the ground on each side of him, and thus he was preserved. 12. The collector then felt the brute take him up in his trunk; he heard my shot, and immediately found himself on the ground. He quietly lay there a second or two, then inclined himself slightly, and perceived that the elephant's back was toward him. The animal must have carried away at least twenty balls. Perhaps he was led to select the collector on account of his being dressed in bright white jean. 13. Four days after our exploit, a report reached us that some hunters had killed the elephant, which had continued to wander about the place where he had been wounded. It was fourteen feet long from the root of the tail to the joining of the trunk to the head, and eleven feet high. My balls had struck in the neck and left eye, and the head was terribly marked with shots. Library of Entertaining Knowledge. FOR PREPARATION.-I. Find, on your map, Tinnevelly, in the southern part of Hindostan. What European nation governs this part of India? (English.) II. Neigh'-bor-hood (nã'-), pro-çeed'-ed, sep'-a-rat-ed, has'-tened (hās ́nd), pur-suit' (-sūt'). III. Arrange a list of the action-words in the first three paragraphs, writing out their several forms in parallel columns: in the first column, write the form denoting present time and a single person spoken of; in the second column, present time and more than one person spoken of; in the third column, past time. E. g.: IV. Intelligence, flanked, jungle, reanimated, collector, ravine, excitement, slight, accident, occasioned, sensation, intense, percussion-cap, dismay, trumps, vital, reserve, avoided, levcled, revived, gore, tusks, inclined, jean, report, mangled. V. Write an analysis of this piece (merely naming the several items, thus: September 2, 1832, wild elephants appear near Tinnevelly; hunting party formed; ride to the place-rice-fields and jungle; delay; elephants heard, tracks seen, but no elephant; false alarms; impatience; shots fired by the collector; elephants seen up the ravine, etc.). XXVIII. THE BAREFOOT BOY. 1. Blessings on thee, little man— 2. Oh, for boyhood's painless play, Flight of fowl, and habitude 3. How the robin feeds her young, 4. Oh, for boyhood's time of June, 5. Laughed the brook for my delight, 6. Oh, for festal dainties spread, Pewter spoon and bowl of wood, 7. Cheerily, then, my little man, Shall the cool wind kiss the heat. 8. All too soon these feet must hide Quick and treacherous sands of sin. John G. Whittier. |