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Show SIGHT OF DEAD ELEPHANT ; ROBBED HUNTER. OF NERVE .!'''' t ';T)lro are a fow big game littiitora rti'iv Vork, men who travel far Into forpfrxu wilds every ,par or two and rlsk'lbnlr Uvea htinlliiK I'lophunts. tigers ti-gers 'hnd Hons, says tho New York Trlbimn. It Is a piistlmp as exppiiHlva aa U Is dunufriitin. yet thorti Is a fssrlnsllon about It that la st'ldnin satlaflpd. Aa a rulo the real ntintpra of hlg gamo art modest about their exploits. In fart, they soldnm mptiltnn tht-in except ex-cept to earh other. One man. whose specialty has always been elephants, mot a fellow whnan aupremo Joy in life ts to send the leaden burden of an express rifle Into the shilling coata of man entliiK tlcers. - "I hear you had Q narrow eaeape frtim a mad tusker." snld tho tiger hunter. "Tell me about It." "NothltiB ntiirh lo toll." returned the other inndotitly. "It wns not the fault of tho guu and 1 aimed trup enough, but thorp Ih no lolling how to kill a mud elephant for sun1. This one would mil kill and fiiiiie al me Ilka an ex-presa ex-presa train. Wi ll, I owe my llfo to a lilark num. but It's the IumI time." "Vott'vo hnd pnoimh of elephant huiitlng. then?" "No' on arrniint of my narrow ea-eiipe, ea-eiipe, however." suld the nlhiT liutiter. "It Was something that happened when I was rnmttig over on tho steniuer. 1 rattiot get the horror nf those mre nit n'Ji In tho Jutiglo out of my head and nreaalnnally suffer from nightman. night-man. Il whl.li a score of elephants rhurn on ntn and I'm trampled Into a greaie Ipnt. I derided that a long orosn vo)ngp would eloar the cobwebs out of my muddled head and booked a pkiKiisv on the Colnradu from Hull. "Esrly one morning I was waked fro is a Di.ist tertlblo nightmare by a niilss on du. k. t lure. . I out of my bunk to Investigate, l-ooklng out of tho sorthnle the Drat thing I saw was the body of an elephant flouting on the turraee a few rods away from the shin. It was untie too mueh for my dresm-atralned nerves and 1 knelod met I'm afraid my ol' pliant-hunting dayt are over, fur I've qulto lost my ner'e." "and the elephant alongside?" qttes. tlotid the llgnr hunter. "Was that Juntpurt of your nightmare?" "n. Rtrntnte as It nmy seem, the rlfpunt was real, as we lennied after-Hri after-Hri It was the dot'otn posing car. rassnf Jingo, the pet of tho ljuidon sou. They were alilpplng hliu to New Voit on Iho (i'.-oigii, you remember, w hei he died fi otil a broken heart, aud thoy burled hi in at sea. Ho would not tuny burled, however, snd floated to lite surface and our ship overtook hi in." |