Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1909-12-07

accord the living elephants turned
and followed him, tramping the fire
out as they charged. One after an
other bumped my tree and the plat
form swayed back and forth danger
ously. / shot at some Of the ele-
plants, hoping that some of them
would fall near my tree and protect
it with their bodies, but mono of them
stopped. On they swept and the tree
shook violently. Suddenly the plat
form, shaken from it's position, fell
and / grabbed limb overhead, as did
my "boy," who had stood and watched
the whole scene of danger. The limb
cracked and bent down out of reach
of any others, almost on the backs of
the galloping elephants. another min
ute and it was bound to snap. My
God" / cried and my boy without
a moments hesitation. said. "I'll let
go, boss" and the next instant the
limb, relieved Of its weight, sprang
up, almost jerking me off.
When climbed into safe position
/ could see between the charging ele-
plants the mangled form of the boy"
/ never would have died for him, yet
he did for me.
An hour afterwards the last ele-
phant had passed out and / climbed
down from my perch sick at heart.
That day, l estimated, 80 natives took
their lives and close on 100 elephants.
Then came the feast Tom-toms
were beaten and thousands of natives
collected from the nearby villages.
The first meal was eaten where it lay.
being hacked from the huge carcasses
with every conceivable form of sharp
weapon. Children wallowed in the
sticky blood and fought with each
other over choice tidbitS. Every bit
of the dead elephants was cut off the
bones and taken to the villages to be
smoked and kept for future use. The
Ivory was then collected and divided
with mathematical fairness amongst
the chiefs of the villages that partici-
pated in the hunt,
ReveIry Follows the Hunt.
That night the village musicians
beat their tom-toms, instruments of
every conceivable sort were blown
and beaten till they screeched in
frightful discord The revelry was
wild and the bowling savages danced
till they fell from exhaustion. From
near by my hut rose the prayers of
the witch doctors, VINO were on their
bellies before their wooden fetish,
thanking their god for his mercy and
his goodness. 1t is strange how both
the civilized and the savage thank
God fer being allowed to kill some
thing. even if it be their own kind.
Far off I heard the roars of the
lions. which were on the hunting
grounds, devouring the corpses of the
natives killed i'll the hunt. AT any
other time the corpses would have
been eaten by their enemies, but as
there was plenty of elephant meat
they were left to the lions.
The din of the noise and the pray
crs and the songs made me tired and
l turned over and went to sleep.
The following morning when l
awoke the strange. unusual quietness
of the village was broken only by the
mumblings of the old witch-doctor,
who was groveling before the wooden
idol. In every direction. under the
shade of the huts, lay the natives.
who were so full of elephant meat
that their bellies looked as tight as
over-infiated balloons. So gorged
were they that 1t was evident that it
panied them to move. Here and there
the village dogs were showing their
love for their masters. by licking the
stale juice of the elephant meat from
their faces. On every place that
would support it was a bundle OF ele-
phant meat out of reach of the dogs.
On the ground, covered with thou
sands OF carnivorous insects of every
imaginable hue. were heaps of rotting
offal, from which rose sickening
odors. that increased in Intensity as