Once it pressed so heavily on his chest, that all his bones bent under the weight, but somehow or other, whether from the animal being in a state of alarm, it never contrived to have its whole weight upon him; for Mr.Moodie had never lost his recollection, and kept twisting his body and his limbs, so as to prevent it from obtaining a direct tread upon him.

While he was in this state of distress, another officer and a Hottentot hunter came up to his assistance, and fired several shots at the animal, which was severely wounded, and the other three took to their heels.

At last the one which had possession of Mr.Moodie turned round, and giving him a cuff with its fore-feet followed the rest.

Mr.Moodie got up, picked up his gun, and staggered away as fast as his aching bones would permit him.

He met his brother, who had just been informed by one of the Hottentots, who had seen him under the elephant, that he was killed." "Well, that was an escape," observed Wilmot.
"What made it more remarkable was, that he had hardly time to explain to his brother his miraculous preservation, before he witnessed the death of one of the hunters, a soldier, who had attracted the notice of a large male elephant which had been driven out of the jungle.