He darted forward, crashing through the bamboo as though it had been a bed of reeds, and in five seconds had disappeared.

For some moments we heard his great form crashing away, farther and farther, until it finally died out in the distance.
It was the first wild elephant I had ever seen, and it is photographed on my memory so vividly as never to be forgotten.

I was more than half glad that I had not shot and that he had got away unharmed.
That night we camped in a little circular clearing which the Akeleys called "Tembo Circus," for it was near this same clearing that one of their large elephants had been killed three years before, and in the clearing the skin had been prepared for preservation.

All about us stretched the vast forest, full of strange night sounds and spectral in the darkness.

In the morning we awoke in a dense cloud and did not break camp until afternoon.