The colonel gave him full directions and at nine o'clock the relief party arrived at their destination.
In the meantime we, Mrs.Akeley, Stephenson and myself, had left our camp on the river at six-fifteen, gone to the Roosevelt camp, and with Kermit guiding us proceeded on across country toward the elephant camp.
On our way we also met the colonel and Tarlton, the former immensely pleased with the outcome of the hunt and full of enthusiasm about the adventure with the elephants.

But the most remarkable thing of all, he said, was the hyena incident.

He told us the story, and it is surely one that will make all nature fakers sit up in an incredulous and dissenting mood.
During the night, the story goes, many hyenas had come from far and near to gorge on the carcasses of the elephants.

Their howls filled the night with weird sounds.

Lions also journeyed to the feast, and between the two they mumbled the bones of the slain with many a howl and snarl.
Early in the morning the colonel went out in the hope of surprising a lion at the spread.