There must have been five hundred of these thunder-throated monsters, with their restlessly waving trunks.

They were tearing huge boughs from the trees and trampling smaller growth into dust like so much hazel-brush.

They would average over 100 feet in length and from 75 to 85 in height.
It seemed, as I gazed upon this wonderful herd of giant elephants, that I was again living in the public library at Stockholm, where I had spent much time studying the wonders of the Miocene age.

I was filled with mute astonishment, and my father was speechless with awe.

He held my arm with a protecting grip, as if fearful harm would overtake us.