The tops of their backs and heads were alone above water.

I fired the four-ounce into the nape of one elephant's neck as the herd crossed, and he immediately turned over and lay foundered in the middle of the river, which was sixty or seventy yards across.
In the mean time Palliser and Wortley kept up a regular volley, but no effects could be observed until the herd reached and began to ascend the steep bank on the opposite side.

I had reloaded the four-ounce, and the heavy battery now began to open a concert with the general volley, as the herd scrambled up the precipitous bank.

Several elephants fell, but recovered themselves and disappeared.

At length the volley ceased, and two were seen, one dead on the top of the bank, and the other still struggling in the shallow water at the foot.