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〃Can we start again the way I'd planned things？〃
〃I don't think so。
〃Then why did you come in here？〃
〃This is where I belong。〃
〃No other reason？〃
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〃I thought you might be lonely。〃
〃I was。〃
〃Everybody's lonely；〃 David said。
〃It's terrible to be in bed together and be lonely。〃
〃There isn't any solution；〃 David said。 〃All your plans and schemes are worthless。〃
〃I didn't give it a chance。〃
〃It was all crazy anyway。 I'm sick of crazy things。 You're not the only one gets broken up。
〃I know。 But can't we try it again just once more and I really be good？ I can。 I nearly was。
〃I'm sick of all of it； Devil。 Sick all the way through me。〃
〃Wouldn't you try it just once more for her and for me both？〃
〃It doesn't work and I'm sick of it。〃
〃She said you had a fine day and that you were really cheerful and not depressed。 Won't you try it once more for both of us？ I want it so much。〃
〃You want everything so much and when you get it it's over and you don't give a damn。〃
〃I was just overconfident this time and then I get insufferable。 Please can we try it again？〃
〃Let's go to sleep； Devil； and not talk about it。
〃Kiss me again please；〃 Catherine said。 〃I'll go to sleep because I know you'll do it。 You always do everything I want because you really want to do it too。〃
〃You only want things for you； Devil。〃
〃That's not true； David。 Anyway I am you and her。 That's what I did it for。 I'm everybody。 You know about that don't you？〃
〃Go to sleep； Devil。〃
〃I will。 But would you please kiss me again first so that we won't be lonely？〃
Chapter Twenty… four
IN THE MORNING he was on the far slope of the mountain again。 The elephant was no longer travelling as he had been but was moving aimlessly now； feeding occasionally and David had known they were getting dose to him。 He tried to remember how he had felt。 He had no love for the elephant yet。 He must remember that。 He had only a sorrow that had come from his own tiredness that had brought an understanding of age。 Though being too young； he had learned how it must be to be too old。 He was lonesome for Kibo and thinking of Juma killing the elephant's friend had turned him against Juma and made the elephant his brother。 He knew then how much it meant to him to have seen the elephant in the moonlight and for him to have followed him with Kibo and come close to him in the clearing so that he had seen both of the great tusks。 But he did not know that nothing would ever be as good as that again。 Now he knew they would kill the elephant and there was nothing he could do about it。 He had betrayed the elephant when he had gone back to tell them at the shamba。 They would kill me and they would kill Kibo too
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if we had ivory； he had thought and known it was untrue。 Prob ably the elephant is going to find where he was born now and they'll kill him there。 That's all they'd need to make it perfect。 They'd like to have killed him where they killed his friend。 That would be a big joke。 That would have pleased them。 The god damned friend killers。
They had moved to the edge of thick cover now and the elephant was close ahead。 David could smell him and they could all hear him pulling down branches and the snapping that they made。 His father put his hand on David's shoulder to move him back and have him wait outside and then he took a big pinch of ashes from the pouch in his pocket and tossed it in the air。 The ash barely slanted toward them as it fell and his father nodded at Juma and bent down to follow him into the thick cover。 David watched their backs and their asses go in and out of sight。 He could not hear them move。
David had stood still and listened to the elephant feeding。 He could smell him as strongly as he had the night in the moonlight when he had worked up close to him and had seen his wonderful tusks。 Then as he stood there it was silent and he could not smell the elephant。 Then there had been a high squealing and smash ing and a shot by the 。303 then the heavy rocking double report of his father's 。4 50； then the smashing and crashing had gone on going steadily away and he had gone into the heavy growth and found Juma standing shaken and bleeding from his forehead all down over his face and his father white and angry。
〃He went for Juma and knocked him over；〃 his father had said。 〃Juma hit him in the head。〃
〃Where did you hit him？〃
〃Where I fucking well could；〃 his father had said。 〃Get on the fucking blood spoor。〃
There was plenty of blood。 One stream as high as David's head that had squirted bright on trunks and leaves and vines and another much lower that was dark and foul with stomach content。
〃Lung and gut shot；〃 his father said。 〃We'll find him down or anchored&mdash；I hope the hell；〃 he added。
They found him anchored； in such suffering and despair that he could no longer move。 He had crashed through the heavy cover where he had been feeding and crossed a path of open forest and David and his father had run along the heavily splashed blood trail。 Then the elephant had gone on into thick forest and David had seen him ahead standing gray and huge against the trunk of a tree。 David could only see his stern and then his father moved ahead of him and he followed and they came alongside the elephant as though he was a ship and David saw the blood coming from his Ranks and running down his sides and then his father raised his rifle and fired and the elephant turned his head with the great tusks moving heavy and slow and looked at them and when his father fired the second barrel the elephant seemed to sway like a felled tree and came smashing down toward them。 But he was not dead。 He had been anchored and now he was down with his shoulder broken。 He did not move but his eye was alive and looked at David。 He had very long eyelashes and his eye was the most alive thing David had ever seen。
〃Shoot him in the ear hole with the three oh three；〃 his father said。 〃Go on。〃
〃You shoot him；〃 David had said。
Juma had come up limping and bloody； the skin of his fore head hanging down over his left eye； the bone of his nose showing and one ear torn and had taken the rifle from David without speaking and pushed the muzzle almost into the ear hole and fired twice jerking the bolt and driving it forward angrily。 The eye of the elephant had opened wide on the first shot and then started to glaze and blood came out of the ear and ran in two bright streams down the wrinkled gray hide。 It was a different colored blood and David had thought I must remember that and he had but it had never been of any use to him。 Now all the
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dignity and majesty and all the beauty was gone from the elephant and he was a huge wrinkled pile。
〃Well we got him； Davey； thanks to you；〃 his father had said。 〃Now we'd better get a fire going so I can put Juma back together again。 Come here you bloody Humpty Dumpty。 Those tusks will keep。〃
Juma had come to him grinning bringing the tail of the elephant that had no hairs on it at all。 They had made a dirty joke and then his father had begun to speak rapidly in Swahili：
How far to water？ How far will you have to go to get people to get those tusks out of here？ How are you； you worthless old pig fucker？ What have you broken？
Then with the answers known his father had said； 〃You and I will go back to get the packs where we dropped them when we went in after him。 Juma can get wood and have the fire ready。 The medical kit is in my pack。 We have to get the packs before it's dark。 He won't infect。 It's not like claw wounds。 Let's go。〃
His father had known how he had felt about the elephant and that night and in the next few days he had tried if not to convert him to bring him back to the boy he had been before he had come to the knowledge that he hated elephant hunting。 David had put no statement of his father's intention； which had never been stated； in the story but had only used the happenings； the disgusts； the events and feelings of the butchering； and the work of chopping out the tusks and of the rough surgery on Juma disguised by mockery and railery to keep the pain in contempt and reduce its stature since there were no drugs。 The added responsibility David was given and the trust that was offered him and not accepted he had put in the story without pointing their significance。 He had tried to make the elephant alive beneath the tree anchored in his final anguish and drowning in the blood that had flowed so many times before but always staunched and now was rising in him so he could not breathe； the great heart pumping it to drown him as he watched the man who came
to finish him。 David had been so proud the elephant had scented Juma and charged him instantly。 He would have killed Juma if his father had not fired into him so that he had thrown Juma into the trees with his trunk and charged on with the death in him； feeling it as only another wound until the blood welled up and he could not breathe against it。 That evening as David had sat by the fire he had looked at Juma with his stitched up face and his broken ribs that he tried to breathe without and wondered if the elephant had recognized him when he had tried to kill him。 He hoped he had。 The elephant was his hero now as