The Arizona sentinel., 1886-05-22

one of the coolies who was defending it, and dashed off into the jungle. His career as a rogue began with his escape from the keddah. By people who came to know him after the event, and until the day of his death, he was called ''the mad elephant" and there were good grounds for the belief that he was in- sane.
 In very short time he became the terror of Poonasy hills. He destroyed great quantities of grain and standing crops, pulled down huts, overthrow carts and broke them to pieces on the high road, killed number of bullocks in the yoke, and charged all the men and cattle he encountered. At the vil- lage of Maroon, he suddenly rushed out of the jungle upon group of girls and women who were drawing water at the well, and before the terror-stricken creatures could fly from the spot, he caught two of them and instantly trampled them to death. The destruc- ton of this dangerous beast became a matter of public importance. There were many persons about who possessed firearms, but only one of them had the courage to face the monster and attempt to kill him, but the gun burst, and the man failed to kill him.
 Shortly after this, St. George appeared upon the scene, bent upon ridding the country of the rogue. And who was St. George, do you ask? None other than my old friend of the Animallai hills, MT. A. G. R. Theobald, as gallant a sportsman as ever took trail The readers of the Champton already know him as the slayer of the Doraypore man. eater.
 As I sat with him one day in his pict- uresque forest bungalow, surrounded by trophies of the chase, I said to him:
 "Tell me about your encounter with the Poonasy rogue. You know have never had bill of particulars.
 His eyes kindled and his cheeks flush ed slightly with honest pride as he re- lated the facts with frank modesty.
 "Well, now, that was no child's play, I assure you. For three years that brute had completely terrorized the people of the Poonasy hills, and they had become as timid as hares.
 ''It is lucky he did not eat them, or he would have been worse neighbor than a man-eating tiger. Itis said he charged nearly every person he saw, and it was a surprise to every body that more peo- pie were not killed. But the Poonasy people get to be very swift runners, from such constant practice, for they were always ready to bolt like mad from any sudden or strange noise in the jungle.
 ''Very soon after I was stationed at Kollegal, determined to put an end to him and the mischief he was doing. So one day, about the middle of July, took my gun-bearer and good tracker, and went over to Poonasy village to make inquiries as to his whereabouts. The people told me they saw his tracks every day, but although the were anxious to have him killed, not of them would go with me to find him, except the monigar, the head man of the village. So, at daybreak the next morning we four set our, taking with us two days rations of cooked food. The monigar said the old fellow was not far of, and sure enough, we found his tracks in less than an hour. They were perfectly enormous, seven- teen incehs wide, in fact, and there was no other elephant in that whole country capable of making such tracks. Of course, he was alone, and to our great joy we found that the trail was only few hours old. It was as plain as cattle path, and we followed it up very A big elephant walks pretty fast, usually, and if you want to over take one which is several miles ahead of you, you have got to step off pretty lively.
 1.-The jungle was fearfully thick and thorny, composed mostly of dense growth of young bamboos. Now and then we had to crouch down almost on hands and knees to get through par ticularly thick patch, and at such times we always thought: What if the old rogue should be lying in wait and at tack us now! It was rather nervous work, I can tell you. Hunting ele- plants is risky business at best, but fol- lowing up a bloodthirsty old rogue is doubly dangerous. After a few hours pull we overhauled the old fellow about
  bamboo thioket of the very worst description. It was like a thick cane brake, impossible to penetrate with out making a noise, and a man could no more run through it to dodge an ele- phant than he could fly. It would have been the height of folly to attack the rogue in such cover, so, after hanging around for half an hour. hoping he would come out, we went to windward of him to drive him out. He must have known what we had come for, for in- stead of charging us as he did nearly every body else, he broke cover on the opposite side from us, and dashed off through the jungle. We made after him directly, as hard as we could go, and a fineIchase we had of it, I assure you. He led us over all kinds of ground, through the thickest and thorn- fest tracks of jungle, up and down the steepest hills, and crossed the river four times. He didn't stop anywhere to browse, but kept right on at a fast walk.
 "At last, about five o'clock in the af- ternoon, when we were pretty well tired out, we overhauled him again, but he was feeding in the same kind of dense young bamboo jungle we found him in before. To make matters worse, it was very near sunset, so in order not to spoil our chances we left him undis- turbed, went off about a mile, and camped for the night. The next morn ing were stirring early, and soon after sunrise were again on his trail. We found he had quilted the thicket, and had left for parts un- known. never knew any other ele- phant to be so restless, or to walk so fast and so far without stopping. About