This was at rather too long a distance, and no elephants were killed.
A fine chase now commenced through the open forest, the herd rushing off pele mele.

This pace soon took us out of it, and we burst upon an open plain of high lemon grass.

Here I got a shot at an elephant, who separated from the main body, and I killed him.
The pace was now so great that the herd fairly distanced us in the tangled lemon grass, which, though play to them, was very fatiguing to us.
Upon reaching the top of some rising ground I noticed several elephants, at about a quarter of a mile distant upon my left in high grass, while the remaining portion of the herd (three elephants) were about two hundred yards ahead, and were stepping out at full speed straight before us.
Wortley had now had plenty of practice, and shot his elephants well.

He and Palliser followed the three elephants, while I parted company and ran towards the other section of the herd, who were standing on some rising ground, and were making a great roaring.
On arriving within a hundred yards of them, I found I had caught a 'Tartar'.

It is a very different thing creeping up to an unsuspecting herd and attacking them by surprise, to marching up upon sheer open ground to a hunted one with wounded elephants among them, who have regularly stood at bay.