They were all old beasts as I could tell by the tusks, whether male or female.

Indeed about me within a radius of a quarter of a mile lay enough ivory to make a man very rich for life, since although discoloured, much of it seemed to have kept quite sound, like human teeth in a mummy case.

The sight gave me a new zest for life.

If only I could manage to survive and carry off that ivory! I would.

In this way or in that I swore that I would! Who could possibly die with so much ivory to be had for the taking?
Not that old hunter, Allan Quatermain.
Then I forgot about the ivory, for there in front of me, just where it should be, just as I had seen it in the dream-picture, was the bull elephant dying, a thin and ancient brute that had lived its long life to the last hour.