She fell in a small chasm, nearly upsetting the young elephant, who was close behind her.

Wortley killed him, while I took the last kick out of the old one by another shot, as she was still moving.
We had thus only killed three elephants out of the herd, and, without seeing more, we returned to the horses.
On finding them, we proceeded on our road towards the 'Cave,' but had not ridden above two miles farther when we again came upon fresh tracks of elephants.

Sending on our trackers like hounds upon their path, we sat down and breakfasted under a tree.

We had hardly finished the last cup of coffee when the trackers returned, having found another herd.
They were not more than half a mile distant, and they were reported to be in open forest, on the banks of a deep and broad river.
Our party was altogether too large for elephant shooting, as we never could get close up to them without being discovered...

As usual, they winded us before we got near them, but by quick running we overtook them just as they arrived on the banks of the river and took to water.
Wortley knocked over one fellow just as he thought he was safe in running along the bottom of a deep gully; I floored his companion at the same moment, thus choking up the gully, and six elephants closely packed together forded the deep stream.