There were elephants in every direction.

We could see and hear branches breaking with reports like cannon-fire.
Kazimoto was as steady as an old soldier, a great grin spreading across his ugly honest face, and his eyes alight with enthusiasm.

This was the profession he had followed when he was Courtney's gun-bearer, and he kept close to Fred with a handful of cartridges ready to pass to him, whispering wise counsel.
"Get close to them, bwana! Go close! Go close! Wind coming our way--smell coming our way--noise coming our way--elephant very busy eating--no hurry! No long shooting! Go right up close!" It was easier said than done.

The elephants had spread broadcast through the forest, and there was no longer one well-defined swath to follow, but a very great number of twisting narrow alleys through elastic undergrowth between great unyielding trees.

We had to separate, to gain any advantage from our number, so that we emerged into the open more than a hundred yards apart, with Fred at the far left and Will in the center.