He knew me again, and made a desperate effort to get at me, but I am glad to say that the peat held him fast.
The pan presented a curious sight when the sun rose next morning.

Owing to the support given by the soil, few of the dead elephants had fallen: there they stood as though they were asleep.
I sent back for the waggons, and when they arrived on the morrow, formed a camp, about a mile away from the pan.

Then began the work of cutting out the elephants' tusks; it took over a week, and for obvious reasons was a disgusting task.

Indeed, had it not been for the help of some wandering bushmen, who took their pay in elephant meat, I do not think we could ever have managed it.
At last it was done.

The ivory was far too cumbersome for us to carry, so we buried it, having first got rid of our bushmen allies.