We had lately confined our sport to elephants, as we did not wish to disturb the country by shooting at other game; but having fired in this neighbourhood during the morning, we were not very particular.
We walked through a lovely country for about five miles, seeing nothing whatever in the shape of game, not even a track, as all the old marks were washed out by the recent shower.

At length we heard the barking of deer in the distance, and, upon going in that direction, we saw a fine herd of about thirty.

They were standing in a beautiful meadow of about a hundred acres in extent, perfectly level, and interspersed with trees, giving it the appearance of an immense orchard rather thinly planted.
One side of this plain was bounded by a rocky mountain, which rose precipitously from its base, the whole of which was covered with fine open forest.
We were just stalking towards the deer when we came upon a herd of wild buffaloes in a small hollow, within a close shot.
Palliser wanted a pair of horns, and he was just preparing for a shot, when we suddenly heard the trumpet of an elephant in the forest at the foot of the rocky mountains close to us.
Elephants, buffaloes, and deer were all within a hundred yards of each other: we almost expected to see Noah's ark on the top of the hill.
Of course the elephants claimed our immediate attention.

It was Palliser's turn to lead the way; and upon entering the forest at the foot of the mountain, we found that the elephants were close to us.
The forest was a perfect place for elephant-shooting.

Large rocks were scattered here and there among the fine trees, free from underwood; these rocks formed alleys of various widths, and upon such ground an elephant had no chance.
There was a large rock the size of a small house lying within a few yards from the entrance of the forest.