ery ground quake beneath his feet, as he came trumpeting on behind us,
adding, not a little, I suspect, to the terror of our horses, which,
with manes and tails streaming out, like some demon-pursued steeds of
German legend, dashed through the wood. There was no need of whip or
spur to urge them on. How thankful I felt when at length, under the
tall arched trees, I caught sight of the open plain! Still our steeds
dashed on. I turned my head to learn how it fared with Stanley. He was
sitting his horse as composedly as ever, though the elephant was close
behind him. "Andrew, turn to the right!--Timbo, keep ahead!" he
shouted. We obeyed, and the elephant dashed out of the cover. The huge
animal was coming on at even greater speed than at first, in no way out
of breath with its long and tremendous charge. Stanley wheeled his
horse to the left, while the elephant dashed forward, and seeing Timbo,
pursued him. This was exactly what Stanley wanted. Again wheeling his
horse, he followed, keeping on the quarter of the animal. I saw he was
getting his rifle ready to fire. I imitated his example. The dogs,
too, breaking from the cover, came in pursuit, and assisted us. With
difficulty could Stanley curb in his horse. The elephant, hearing
noises behind him, stopped. The instant he did so, Stanley's rifle was
at his shoulder. There was a report, and the animal, a moment before so
terror-inspiring by its bulk and powers of destruction, sank upon the
grass. Its trunk fell, its mighty limbs stretched out, and before one
of the yelping dogs could reach it, life was extinct.

Our escape had indeed been providential. It was some minutes before
Timbo could rein in his horse, and we had to shout and shout to him to
return. At length, however, he arrived, and was as delighted as we were
to see our enemy overcome.

Timbo proposed that we should return to the camp and get our friends to
come and carry off the tusks and flesh; but as I was anxious to get
assistance for Natty as soon as possible, I begged Stanley to proceed,
hoping that we might find the tusks on our way back.

"Dat bery unlikely," said Timbo; "but we cut dem out and hide dem, and
den if black fellows come to take de meat, dey no find de tusks."

We accordingly set to work to cut out the tusks, which Timbo then hid in
the wood and covered them up with branches. I asked Stanley whether we
should proceed by the pathway, or take the route outside the forest