One of them was a very large female, with her udder full of milk.

Being very thirsty, both Wortley and I took a long pull at this, to the evident disgust of the natives.

It was very good, being exactly like cow's milk.

This was the elephant that I had killed doubly by the left-hand barrel exploding by accident, and the two balls were only a few inches apart in the forehead.
There had been very bad luck with this herd; the only dead elephant, in addition to these six, was that which Wortley and Palliser had both fired at in the river, and another which Palliser had knocked down in the high grass when we had just commenced the attack--at which time he had separated from us to cut off the three elephants that we had just seen among the rocks.
On arrival at the spot where the elephants had first burst from the jungle, a heavy shower came down, and the locks of the guns were immediately covered each with a large leaf, and then tied up securely with a handkerchief.

A large banian tree afforded us an imaginary shelter, but we were drenched to the skin in a few seconds.