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Title: A sailor's life under four sovereigns
Year: 1899 (1890s)
Authors: Keppel, Henry, Sir, 1809-1904
Subjects: Great Britain. Royal Navy
Publisher: London : Macmillan and co., limited New York, The Macmillan company
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
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o feeding their young.The whole mass moved in a slow and solemn manner.The males were excluded. A sight that I shallnever forget! Dark quickly follows sunset. Wishing to test the alertness observed on boardmy puny fleet, I sent secretly, beyond the bend ofthe river, a Malay with a cocoanut-oil lamp, to beplaced with lighted wick so as to float down close tothe bushes. The stream was running fresh. About 9 p.m. heard the first hail; the second was July.followed by the report of a musket, and so repeateddown the line. My imaginary enemy floated out tosea, the Chief having made no signal to chase. Soonall was quiet until the denizens of the jungleannounced their thirst. One morning the Rajah borrowed a three-pounderbrass swivel he had noticed on board. An hour laterI heard a report and started in the gig. It was apull against stream and a scramble over deep marshyground, which was worse for us than for Malayguides, which the Rajah had sent, knowing thereport of the swivel would bring me.
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^ § <3 SI * 1 chap, ix The Magicienne 143 We found His Highness had had a climb. With l832-the three-pounder swivel he had broken the nearhind-leg of a female elephant just above the lowerjoint. As we came up the poor beast made a freshattempt to escape. As the Rajah appeared to beindifferent, I thought it would be a mercy to put herout of misery. In Ceylon, the vulnerable spot in the forehead hadbeen pointed out to me. A rifle-shot put her out ofmisery. It was amusing to see the ease with whichthe young one, by a swing of the leg, turned overanv one of the boats crew who attempted to pass thepainter over its head. As morning broke, a refreshing rifle-shot wasgenerally to be found by a sleeping alligator on themud. If you hit him, he would slide into the river.I have often fancied they do not hear : within acouple of inches, I have struck rocks and mudwithout disturbing them. During frequent excursions with the Rajah, Ipenetrated the domesticities of elephant life : guidedby Malay

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