We followed the trail for hours, and then, night coming on, we went into camp near a small stream, choked with luxuriant vegetation.

Akeley thought he heard a faint squeal of an elephant far off, and while the porters made camp we went on for a mile or so to investigate.

But no further sounds indicated the proximity of the herd.
Early the next morning we took up the trail again, and in less than an hour my Masai sais pointed off to a distant slope a couple of miles away, where a black line appeared.

It looked like an outcropping of rock.

Akeley looked at it and exclaimed, "By George, I believe he's got them!" and a moment later, after he had directed his glasses on the distant spot, he said briskly, "That's right, they're over there." And so, for the first time, after having scanned suspicious-looking spots in the landscape for weeks and always with disappointment, I saw a herd of real live elephants.