I was a sub-divisional police officer in the town of Moulmein. No one had the guts to start a riot.
The orderly came out with the rifle and five rounds, some of the Burmese said the elephant was in the field below. As I started forward everyone came out of their houses and followed me. I had no intention of killing the elephant, but the rifle was for my own protection.
Early one morning the police station at the other end of town called and said an elephant had gone "must". So I got on my pony with an old 44 rifle, which is way too small to kill an elephant.
The Burmese sub-inspector and some Indian constables were waiting for me where the elephant had been seen. We were questioning people about where the elephant had gone. Some people said that it went one way and the others said the elephant went the opposite way.
As soon as I saw the elephant, I halted. I ought to walk up to the elephant and if he charges I shoot. I shoved the cartridge into the magazine and laid down on the road to get a better aim, I pulled the trigger and heard a devilish roar of glee from the crowd. After what seemed like a long time the elephant finally fell to the ground. After the elephant fell to the ground thick blood welled out of him like red velvet.
I had made up my mind that the story was full of lies. Then I heard yelling in the distance, a woman was chasing children with a switch. I rounded the hut and saw the dead body of a man. People say that the elephant came around the hut and caught him with his trunk, put his foot on his back and ground him into the earth.