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They had moved to the edge of thick cover now and the elephant was close ahead。 David could smell him and they could all hear him pulling down branches and the snapping that they made。 His father put his hand on David's shoulder to move him back and have him wait outside and then he took a big pinch of ashes from the pouch in his pocket and tossed it in the air。 The ash barely slanted toward them as it fell and his father nodded at Juma and bent down to follow him into the thick cover。 David watched their backs and their asses go in and out of sight。 He could not hear them move。
David had stood still and listened to the elephant feeding。 He could smell him as strongly as he had the night in the moonlight when he had worked up close to him and had seen his wonderful tusks。 Then as he stood there it was silent and he could not smell the elephant。 Then there had been a high squealing and smash ing and a shot by the 。303 then the heavy rocking double report of his father's 。4 50； then the smashing and crashing had gone on going steadily away and he had gone into the heavy growth and found Juma standing shaken and bleeding from his forehead all down over his face and his father white and angry。
〃He went for Juma and knocked him over；〃 his father had said。 〃Juma hit him in the head。〃
〃Where did you hit him？〃
〃Where I fucking well could；〃 his father had said。 〃Get on the fucking blood spoor。〃
There was plenty of blood。 One stream as high as David's head that had squirted bright on trunks and leaves and vines and another much lower that was dark and foul with stomach content。
〃Lung and gut shot；〃 his father said。 〃We'll find him down or anchored&mdash；I hope the hell；〃 he added。
They found him anchored； in such suffering and despair that he could no longer move。 He had crashed through the heavy cover where he had been feeding and crossed a path of open forest and David and his father had run along the heavily splashed blood trail。 Then the elephant had gone on into thick forest and David had seen him ahead standing gray and huge against the trunk of a tree。 David could only see his stern and then his father moved ahead of him and he followed and they came alongside the elephant as though he was a ship and David saw the blood coming from his Ranks and running down his sides and then his father raised his rifle and fired and the elephant turned his head with the great tusks moving heavy and slow and looked at them and when his father fired the second barrel the elephant seemed to sway like a felled tree and came smashing down toward them。 But he was not dead。 He had been anchored and now he was down with his shoulder broken。 He did not move but his eye was alive and looked at David。 He had very long eyelashes and his eye was the most alive thing David had ever seen。
〃Shoot him in the ear hole with the three oh three；〃 his father said。 〃Go on。〃
〃You shoot him；〃 David had said。
Juma had come up limping and bloody； the skin of his fore head hanging down over his left eye； the bone of his nose showing and one ear torn and had taken the rifle from David without speaking and pushed the muzzle almost into the ear hole and fired twice jerking the bolt and driving it forward angrily。 The eye of the elephant had opened wide on the first shot and then started to glaze and blood came out of the ear and ran in two bright streams down the wrinkled gray hide。 It was a different colored blood and David had thought I must remember that and he had but it had never been of any use to him。 Now all the
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dignity and majesty and all the beauty was gone from the elephant and he was a huge wrinkled pile。
〃Well we got him； Davey； thanks to you；〃 his father had said。 〃Now we'd better get a fire going so I can put Juma back together again。 Come here you bloody Humpty Dumpty。 Those tusks will keep。〃
Juma had come to him grinning bringing the tail of the elephant that had no hairs on it at all。 They had made a dirty joke and then his father had begun to speak rapidly in Swahili：
How far to water？ How far will you have to go to get people to get those tusks out of here？ How are you； you worthless old pig fucker？ What have you broken？
Then with the answers known his father had said； 〃You and I will go back to get the packs where we dropped them when we went in after him。 Juma can get wood and have the fire ready。 The medical kit is in my pack。 We have to get the packs before it's dark。 He won't infect。 It's not like claw wounds。 Let's go。〃
His father had known how he had felt about the elephant and that night and in the next few days he had tried if not to convert him to bring him back to the boy he had been before he had come to the knowledge that he hated elephant hunting。 David had put no statement of his father's intention； which had never been stated； in the story but had only used the happenings； the disgusts； the events and feelings of the butchering； and the work of chopping out the tusks and of the rough surgery on Juma disguised by mockery and railery to keep the pain in contempt and reduce its stature since there were no drugs。 The added responsibility David was given and the trust that was offered him and not accepted he had put in the story without pointing their significance。 He had tried to make the elephant alive beneath the tree anchored in his final anguish and drowning in the blood that had flowed so many times before but always staunched and now was rising in him so he could not breathe； the great heart pumping it to drown him as he watched the man who came
to finish him。 David had been so proud the elephant had scented Juma and charged him instantly。 He would have killed Juma if his father had not fired into him so that he had thrown Juma into the trees with his trunk and charged on with the death in him； feeling it as only another wound until the blood welled up and he could not breathe against it。 That evening as David had sat by the fire he had looked at Juma with his stitched up face and his broken ribs that he tried to breathe without and wondered if the elephant had recognized him when he had tried to kill him。 He hoped he had。 The elephant was his hero now as his father had been for a long time and he had thought； I did not believe he could do it when he was so old and tired。 He would have killed Juma too。 But he didn't look at me as though he wanted to kill me。 He only looked sad the same way I felt。 He visited his old friend on the day he died。
It was a very young boy's story； he knew； when he had finished it。 He read it over and saw the gaps he must fill in to make it so that whoever read it would feel it was truly happening as it was read and he marked the gaps in the margin。
He remembered how the elephant lost all dignity as soon as his eye had ceased to be alive and how when his father and he had returned with the packs the elephant had already started to swell even in the cool evening。 There was no more true elephant； only the gray wrinkled swelling dead body and the huge great mottled brown and yellow tusks that they had killed him for。 The tusks were stained with the dried blood and he scraped some of it off with his thumbnail like a dried piece of sealing wax an