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
"About an hour later, we came up with them, standing some fifty
yards away, on our right, under a clump of camel-thorn trees,
and in a rather open place compared with the general density of
the surrounding jungle. Besides the small troop of bulls we had
followed, and which were nearest to us, there was a very large
herd of cows standing just beyond, which, as we had not crossed
their spoor, had probably drunk at Sikumi--a water-hole not many
miles distant--and come to this rendezvous from the other side.
"Taking a hasty gulp of water, we at once walked towards them.
As we advanced, the slight rustling of the bushes must have
attracted the attention of one of the bulls, for he raised his
trunk high in the air, and made a few steps forward. 'I'll take
him, and do you fire at the one with the long white tusks on the
left,' whispered W. 'Right you are!' was the reply, and the next
moment we fired. I just had time to see my elephant fall on his
knees, when he was hidden by the troop of cows that, awakened
from their sleep by the shots, and not knowing exactly where
the danger lay, came rushing towards us in a mass, one or two of
them trumpeting, and others making a sort of rumbling noise.
Seizing our second guns and shouting lustily, we again pulled
trigger. Our Hottentot boy John, and five of our Kafirs, who
still carried guns, also fired; on which the herd turned and
went off at right angles, enveloped in a cloud of dust. My gun
had only snapped the cap, but my Kafir, to whom I threw it back,
thinking in the noise and hurry that it was discharged, reloaded
it on the top of the old charge--a fact which I only found out,
to my sorrow, later on. The cloud of sand and dust raised by the
panic-stricken elephants was at first so thick that we could
distinguish nothing; but, running behind them, I soon made out
the bull I had wounded, which I recognized by the length and
shape of his tusks. He was evidently hard hit, and, being unable
to keep up with the herd, he turned out, and went off alone; but
he was joined almost immediately by four old cows, all with
small, insignificant tusks, and, instead of running away, they
walked along quite slowly, first in front of and then behind
him, as if to encourage him. Seeing how severely he was wounded,
I at once went after him, accompanied only by my two
gun-carriers, Nuta and Balamoya, W. and the rest of the Kafirs
going on after the troop. My bull was going so slowly that I had
no difficulty in threading my way through the bushes and getting
in front of him, which I did in order to get a broadside shot as
he passed me. One of the four cows that still accompanied him
walked along, carrying her head high and her tail straight in
the air, and kept constantly turning from side to side. 'That
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