Its track was wide, and easier than the winding native foot-paths; and we were willing enough to jettison loads of trade-goods if only we could replace them with tusks.

The chase led up toward Elgon, over the shoulder of an outlying spur, and upward toward the mountain's eastern slopes.
As long as we kept in the wake of the herd the going presented no difficulties.

We knew by the state of the tracks and the dung that the herd was never far ahead.

Frequently we heard them crashing through trees in front of us.

Yet whenever we came so close as to hope for a view, and a shot at a tusker, invariably a regular fusillade from the eastward to our rear would start the herd stampeding with a din like all the avalanches.
Streams by the dozen flowed down from the mountain's sides, their banks crushed into bog where the elephants had crossed.