[The Rifle and The Hound in Ceylon by Samuel White Baker]@TWC D-Link bookThe Rifle and The Hound in Ceylon CHAPTER XII 77/98
We stood in the open forest, within a few feet of the thick jungle, to the edge of which the elephants were so close that we could hear their deep breathing; and by stooping down we could distinguish the tips of their trunks and feet, although the animals themselves were invisible.
We waited about half an hour in the hope that some of the elephants might again enter the open forest; at length two, neither of whom were above five feet high, came out and faced us.
My dress of elastic green tights had become so browned by constant washing and exposure, that I matched exactly with the stem of a tree against which I was leaning, and one of the elephants kept advancing towards me until I could nearly touch him with my rifle; still he did not see me, and I did not wish to fire, as I should alarm the herd, which would then be lost for ever.
Unfortunately, just at this moment, the other elephant saw Palliser, and the alarm was given.
There was no help for it, and we were obliged to fire.
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