Now they see his body droop a little to one side-- now it touches the tree--there is heard a loud crack, followed by a confused crashing of branches--and the huge dark body of the elephant sinks upon its side.
At the same instant a terrible scream drowns all other sounds, causing the forest to echo, and the very leaves to quake.

Then follows a confused roaring, mingled with the noise of cracking branches, and the struggles of the mighty brute where he lies kicking his giant limbs along the earth, in the agonies of death! The hunters remain in the tree.

They see that the elephant is down-- that he is impaled.

There will be no need for their puny weapons.
Their game has already received the death-wound.
The struggle is of short duration.

The painful breathing that precedes death is heard issuing from the long proboscis; and then follows a deep ominous silence.
The hunters leap down, and approach the prostrate body.