[Eight Years’ Wandering in Ceylon by Samuel White Baker]@TWC D-Link bookEight Years’ Wandering in Ceylon CHAPTER XII 10/38
As there are no trees at hand, this must necessarily be a crocodile.
Seldom can the best hand at stalking then get within eighty yards of him before he lifts his scaly head, and, listening for a second, plunges off the bank. I have been contradicted in stating that a ball will penetrate their scales.
It is absurd, however, to hold the opinion that the scales will turn a ball--that is to say, stop the ball (as we know that a common twig will of course turn it from its direction, if struck obliquely). The scales of a crocodile are formed of bone exquisitely jointed together like the sections of a skull; these are covered externally with a horny skin, forming, no doubt, an excellent defensive armor, about an inch in thickness; but the idea of their being impenetrable to a ball, if struck fair, is a great fallacy.
People may perhaps complain because a pea rifle with a mere pinch of powder may be inefficient, but a common No.
16 fowling-piece, with two drachms of powder, will penetrate any crocodile that was ever hatched. Among the most harmless kinds are those which inhabit the salt lakes in the south of Ceylon.
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