Lancaster daily intelligencer. [volume] (Lancaster, Pa.) 1864-1928, 1888-12-15
AN ANGRY ELEPHANT.
A STORY TOLD BY JAMES iNGlis IN
TENT LIFE IN TIGER LAND"

Hurled Into hfver Win steW Fhn N
Hand--R Rushing Into the Jungie-Senss-
tions Of surocation.
"Tent Life In Tiger Land" by the Hon.
James Ipglis, is the best book OF hunting
adventure we have seen for many a long
day. Imagine Allan Quatermain In real
life, and you have Mr.. Inglis. His
stories of what no and his friends actu-
ally did In the jungles of an Indian from;
tier district outdo In graphic power and
Rider Haggard has imagined. Mr. In
glis Is triile prolix, but his pages will
simply be devoured by boys, and road
with eager interest by children OF o
larger growth. The story of the hunter
impaled on the horns OF a buffalo bull
and carried about for days until the rot
ting flesh dropped maggot eaten from
tho bulls horns Is one Of the most grew
some horrors ever printed In the English
language.
Here Is sample Of one Of Mr.. Inglis'
stories describing the escape OF one Of the
authors friends from tho attack OF o
must elephant:
"Isun, run, sahibs--the tusker has
gone must or mad. lie has broken
loose"
We oil started to our feet. George
bad Just gone down to the bank of the
river to where tho cooking was going on,
which lay nearer the mad elephants
picket. By this time tho 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 stake to which he was
bound. THIS at last he succeeded in
doing. With the first desperate bound,
or lurch forward, tho heavy ankle
chains, fraycd and worn in ono link, had
snapped nsunder; and with the huge
stake trailing behind him hc charged
down on the camp with shrill trumpet
ing scream Of maddened excitement
and savage fury. Tho men with the
spears waited not for the onset.
THE DESTROYER AT WORK.
Ono poor fellow, bending over his pot
Of rico trying to blow tho smoldering
by the long flexible trunk of the infuri-
ated brute, and had but time to utter tho
terrible death scream which had startled
us ere his head was smashed like an egg
shell on the powerful knee Of the mad
dened monster. He next made rush
at the horses, that, excited and fright
ened by the clamor around them, were
straining at their ropes, and buried his
long blunt tusks in the quivering TANKS
of one poor Caboolee horse that had
struggled in vain to get FREQ.
All this was the work Of moment.
Poor George, who was bending over some
stewpan, wherein was simmering some
delicacy of his own Concoction, was not
aware Of the suddenly altered aspect Of
affairs till the huge towering bulk of the
elephant was almost over him. Another
instant, and he would have shared the
fate of the hapless mahout had he not,
with admirable presence of mind, deliv-
cred the kissing hot stew, with quick
dexterity and precision, full in the gap
ing mouth of the furious brute. His
next sensation, however, was that Of fly
ing through the air, as the brute with
one swing of its mighty trunk, propelled
him on his aerial flight, and he fell souse
in tho middle of the stream, with the
saucepan still tightly clutched In his
hand.
Over the river we could see the infer
nal brute who had thus scattered us in
perfect frenzy of rage, kneeling on the
shapeless heap Of cloth, furniture, poles
and ropes, and digging his tusks with
savage fury into the hangings and can
vas III tllc cubtlluOluutut vi lulu, uulVh-
trollable rage. We had little doubt but
that poor Mao lay crushed to death,
smothered beneath the weight of the
ponderous animal, or mangled out of all
likeness to humanity by the terrible
tusks that we could see flashing In the
clear moonlight. 1t seemed an age, this
agony Of suspense, We held our breaths,
and dared aotabok into each others face.
Everything shSHed as clear as IL it had
been day. WssAw the elephant tossing
tho strong canvas canopy about as dog
would worry door mat. Thrust after
thurst was made by the tusEs 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 q few minutes, he staggered to his
feet and rushed into the jungle.
IN 4 VERY TIGHT PLACE.
Just then q smothered groan struck
like the peal Of Joy bells on our anxious
ears and muffied voice from beneath
the folds of the shamiana In Macs well
known tones groaned out: "Look alive,
you fellows. and got me 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 one Of the tent ropes, and the
whole falling canopy had then come
bodily upon him, hurting the camp table
and few cane chairs over him. Under
these he had lain, able to breathe, but
not daring to stir, while the savage boast
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 the ground between
his arms and his ribs, pinning his Afghan
choga or dressing gown deep into the
earth; and he said he felt himself sink.
ing into ounconsciousness, what with ten
sion Of nerve and brain and semi-sutfoca-
ton together, when tho brute had hap.
ply got up and rushed off.
"How did you feelr' ! asked.
"Well, l can hardly tell you"
at must havo grazed your ribs"
at did. After that l seemed to turn
quito unconcerned. All sorts Of funny
ideas came trooping across my brain.
couldn't for the life of me help feeling
cautiously about for my pipe, which had
dropped somewhere near when l tripped
on the ropes. l seemed, too, to have q
quick review Of all the actions had
ever done, and was Just dropping off into
q dreamy Inconsistencies, after pulling
a desperate race against Oxford with my
old crew, when your voices reused me to
sensation onco more. Pail Mall Ga.
zette.
Never to Co Again,
A fact in relation to the death OF
Washington, not generally known, may
be stated. The day after his death the