Then came a pause, which at length was broken by the blowing of horns and a sound of exultant shouting beyond the turn of the pass.
Now from round this turn appeared the strangest sight that I think my eyes had ever seen.

Yes, there came the huge elephant, Jana, at a slow, shambling trot.

On his back and head were two men in whom, with my glasses, I recognized the lame priest whom I already knew too well and Simba, the king of the Black Kendah, himself, gorgeously apparelled and waving a long spear, seated in a kind of wooden chair.

Round the brute's neck were a number of bright metal chains, twelve in all, and each of these chains was held by a spearman who ran alongside, six on one side and six on the other.

Lastly, ingeniously fastened to the end of his trunk were three other chains to which were attached spiked knobs of metal.
On he came as docilely as any Indian elephant used for carrying teak logs, passing through the centre of the host up a wide lane which had been left, I suppose for his convenience, and intelligently avoiding the pitfalls filled with dead.