Thinking black; 22 years without a break in the long grass of Central ...

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glee. Quite the largest of these Saurians ever seen
hereabouts was found farther up, dead by its own act
of folly. Nor knife nor spear killed this monster, only
its own vile voracity : the crocodile killed the negro, and
the killed man killed the crocodile. Washed up on the
bank, the dead monster lay four feet high—not long
with a tell-tale human armbone sticking out of its chest.
The old fisherman who acted as sort of " Crocodile
Coroner " on the occasion, clearly and convincingly proved
that the reptile, instead of making one sure bite of his
victim, had snapped off this arm then grabbed a second
time before swallowing the first. Thus in murdering the
man it committed suicide, the ragged end of the humerus
boring through to tell the tale that it had stuck athwart
the gullet and worked right out. "King over all the
children of pride " as it is, little did the old fisherman
guess what a grisly pun he made of the crocodile's name
by dubbing them " the Undertakers" ( Vakoka Panshi).
But to return to our mighty Jumbo.
Mere beefy bulk, though, is nothing in forest prowess,
and this same ponderous elephant positively trembles at
the thought of a tiny leech. And no wonder, for many
an elephant dies an awful death from a leech sucking the
inner membrane of his trunk until the monstrous tusker is
maddened to death. Goaded to its doom by a tiny leech,
like a locomotive thundering down the line, off this six
tons of madness rushes at fifteen miles per hour— " Any-
where, anywhere, out of the world !
" You can come
q-cross a huge clearing in the grass, where the writhing