Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal FusiliersMillais, John Guille
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Life of Frederick Courtenay Selous, D.S.O., Capt. 25th Royal Fusiliers
Millais, John Guille
Selous, Frederick Courteney, 1851-1917; World War, 1914-1918 -- Campaigns -- Africa
"Having picked out a good cow for my fifth victim, I gave her a
shot behind the shoulder, on which she turned from the herd and
walked slowly away by herself. As I cantered up behind her, she
wheeled round and stood facing me, with her ears spread and her
head raised. My horse was now so tired that he stood well, so,
reining in, I gave her a shot from his back between the neck and
the shoulder, which I believe just stopped her from charging. On
receiving this wound she backed a few paces, gave her ears a
flap against her sides, and then stood facing me again. I had
just taken out the empty cartridge and was about to put a fresh
one in, when, seeing that she looked very vicious, and as I was
not thirty yards from her, I caught the bridle and turned the
horse's head away, so as to be ready for a fair start in case of
a charge. I was still holding my rifle with the breech open when
I saw that she was coming. Digging the spurs into my horse's
ribs, I did my best to get him away, but he was so thoroughly
done that, instead of springing forwards, which was what the
emergency required, he only started at a walk and was just
breaking into a canter when the elephant was upon us. I heard
two short sharp screams above my head, and had just time to
think it was all over with me, when, horse and all, I was dashed
to the ground. For a few seconds I was half-stunned by the
violence of the shock, and the first thing I became aware of was
a very strong smell of elephant. At the same instant I felt that
I was still unhurt and that, although in an unpleasant
predicament, I had still a chance for life. I was, however,
pressed down on the ground in such a way that I could not
extricate my head. At last with a violent effort I wrenched
myself loose, and threw my body over sideways, so that I rested
on my hands. As I did so I saw the hind legs of the elephant
standing like two pillars before me, and at once grasped the
situation. She was on her knees, with her head and tusks in the
ground, and I had been pressed down under her chest, but luckily
behind her forelegs. Dragging myself from under her, I regained
my feet and made a hasty retreat, having had rather more than
enough of elephants for the time being. I retained, however,
sufficient presence of mind to run slowly, watching her
movements over my shoulder and directing mine accordingly.
Almost immediately I had made my escape she got up and stood
looking for me, with her ears up and head raised, turning first
to one side and then to the other, but never quite wheeling
round. As she made these turns, I ran obliquely to the right or
left, as the case might be, always endeavouring to keep her
stern towards me. At length I gained the shelter of a small bush
and breathed freely once more."
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