The hunters hate him for the trouble he gives them, but a fair-minded man can not help but recognize the heroic, self-sacrificing qualities of the big, awkward, vigilant antelope.

Why these two sentinels had not seen us is still and always will be a mystery, but it is certain that they had not.
At the same time we knew that any attempt to approach nearer would alarm them and they in turn would sound the shrill tocsin of warning to the unsuspecting elephant herd, in which event we might have to track the elephants for miles until they settled down again.

So we cautiously climbed down, retreated below the edge of the hill, and worked our way up in the lee of the group farthest to our left in the expectation of finding the three bulls.

From tree to tree, and in the protection of large ant-hills, we moved forward until we were less than fifty yards from the elephants.

Then we studied them again, but could not locate the bulls.
Probably at this time something may have occurred to make the elephants nervous.