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Show AN ANGRY ELEPHANT. Breaking a Victim's Skull on his Knee. ! HURLING THE COOK INTO THE RIVER. 1 Bashing iuto the Jimgle. Sensations : of Suffocation. "Tent life in Tiger I.nid," by the Hon. ! James Inglis. is the best book of hunting adventure we 1livi seen for many a long d:iy. Imagine Allan ikiteriuain in real life, and you have Mr. lnglis. His stories of what he and his friends actually actu-ally did in the jungles of an Indian frontier fron-tier district outdo in graphic power and j oxeiting adventure anything that Mr. . Rider Haggard has imagined. Mr. lnglis ln-glis is a trifle prolix, but his pages will I simply be devoured by bovs, and read ; with eager interest by children of n larger growth. The story of the hunter impaled on tho horns of a bulla lo bull and carried alxjut for days until the rotting rot-ting flesh dropped m;iggot eaten from the bull's horns is one of the most grew-some grew-some horrors ever printed in the English language. Hero is a sample of one of Sir. lnglis' stories describing the escape of one of the author's friends from the attack of a must elephant: "Run, run, sahils the tusker has gone 'must,' or mad. lie has broken loose. " AVo all started to our foot. George had just gone down to the bank of the river to where the cooking was going on, which lay nearer tho mad elephant's picket. By this time the terror stricken servants were flying in all directions. The huge brute, with infinite cunning, had all along been making mighty efforts to wrench up the slake to which lie was bound. Th is ut last he succeeded in doing. With the first desperate bound, or lurch forward, tho heavy ankle chains, frayed and worn in one link, hud snapped asunder; and with tho huge stake trailing behind him In.- charged down ou the camp with 11 shrill trumpeting trumpet-ing scream of maddened excitement and savago fury. The men with the spears waited not for tho onset. THIS DESTROYER AT WORK. One poor fellow, bending over his pot of rice trying to blow tho smoldering embers of his lire into a flame, was seized by the long llexiblo trunk of the infuri-1 infuri-1 ated, brute, and had but timo to utter the terrible death scream which had startled us ero his head was smashed like an eeir shell on the powerful knee of the maddened mad-dened monster. Ho next made a rush at the horses, that, excited and frightened fright-ened by the clamor around them, were straining at their ropes, and buried his long blunt tusks in the quivering Hanks of ono poor Caboolee horse that had struggled in vain to get free. All this was the work of a moment. Poor George, who was bending over some stew-pan, wherein was simmering some delicacy of his own concoction, was not aware of the suddenly altered aspect of affairs till the huge lowering bulk of the elephant was almost over him. Another instant, and ho would havo shared the fate of the hapless mahout had he not, with admirable presence of mind, delivered deliv-ered the hissing hot stew, with quick dexterity and precision, full in tho gaping gap-ing mouth of the furious brute. His next sensation, however, was that of flying fly-ing through the air, as the brute with one swing of its mighty trunk, propelled ' liim on his aerial flight, and he fell souse in the middlo of the stream, with the saucepan still tightly clutched in his hand. Over the river we could see the infernal infer-nal brute who had thus scattered us in a perfect frenzy of rage, kneeling on the shapeless heap of cloth, furniture, polwa 1 and ropes, ond digging his tusks with savage fury into the hangings and canvas can-vas in the abandonment of mad, uncon-! uncon-! trollable rage. We had little doubt but ; that poor Mac lay crushed to death, i smothered beneath tho weight of the ponderous animal, or mangled out of nil likeness to humanity by the terrible tusks that wo could seo flashing in tho clear moonlight. It Beemed an age, this agony of suspeiifie. We held our breaths, and dared not look into each other's face. Everything showed as clear as if it had been day. We saw the elephant tossing the strong canvas canopy about as a dog would worry a door mat. Thrust after thurst was made by the tusks into the folds of cloth. Raising his huge trunk, the brute would scream in the frenzy of his wrath, and at last, after what seemed an age to us, but which in reality was but a few minutes, ho staggered to his feet and rushed into the jungle. IN A VERY TIOeT PLACE. Just then a smothered groan struck like the peal of joy bells on our anxious ears and a mulrled voice from beneath the folds of the shamiana in Mac's well known tones groaned out: "Look alive, you fellows, and get mo out of this or I'll be smothered !" In trying to get out of the way of the first rush of the elephant his foot had caught in ono of the tent ropes, and the whole falling canopy had then como bodily upon him, hurling tho camp table and a few cane chairs over him. Under these he had lain, able to breathe, but not daring to stir, while the savage beast had behaved as has been described. His escape had been miraculous. The cloth had several times been pressed so close over his face as nearly to stifle him. The brute in ono of its savage, purposeless thrusts had pierced tho ground between his arms and his ribs, pinning his Afghan choga or dressing gown deep into the earth; and he said he felt himself sinking sink-ing into unconsciousness, what with tension ten-sion of nerve and brain and semi-sufToca-tion together, when the brute had happily hap-pily got up and rushed off. "How did you feel?" I asked. "Well, I can hardly tell you." "It must have grazed your ribs." "It did. After that I seemed to turn 3U-ite unconcerned. All sorts of funny ideas came trooping across my brain. I couldn't for tho life of me help feeling cautiously about for my pipe, which had dropped somewhere near when I tripped on the ropes. I seemed, too, to have a quick review of all the actions I had ever done, and was justdroppingoff into a dreamy unconsciousness, after pulling a desperate race against Oxford with my old crew, when your voices roused me to sensation onco more." Pall Mull Gazette, Ga-zette, v Bed Cloud' Granddaughter Write. Tho following is a copy of a letter written writ-ten by an Indian girl to a friend: Ooaijlu Boarding School, t Pixc Ridcjk Aokcy, D. T., June 4, 1880. ( Miss Mabel No Flesh. My Deaji Cocai.-c I am going to drop them few lines to let you know I am going to 1 uteri! neat Iod to j"ou but 1 am not going Lo Informant you ninny words, we oil going to have vacation next throe weeks. I did not accept your acceptable letter long ago. but you must excuse ma my cousin you mut Intellectually what 1 aays I am la burry u, In terlln nation 1 must Interlineation In ooaip&s Rionate words no you must ask your ituuiher their will help Lbem Interrogation and dear cousin two girls Interrupt uie 1 Interlineation this letter uul (heir do tbtit so ihLs I m:tde black all over thai one, I instrumentality uk your Instructor I am going to tell you who 1 stay with here In this boarding school MUs Julia Hemps Florence Rank them 2 girls I stay with them In here next time If you send mo one of your picture I will send you 1 one accurate ribbon or one of my pictures la noi ' In com pass ionaiv to take their picture so if you I accept my indigent letter I wUI aooept your letter before the IcstiuDjent make ua have vacatioa Now this all 1 am going to work now bell rang no I must going to work I work Id laundry thu after noon ask your abecedarian ink one means teacher to you must let your teacher read this letter now I am your cousin that U me Mlsa Emllj Rd Cloud 1 to her cousin Miaa Mable No Flesh good by by write soon I am astonished hurrah. The above letter was written by a granddaughter of the old chief Eed Cloud, Omaha Herald. |