ELEPHANT FRIENDS AND FOES 55 
mal skins mounted on sculptured bodies, with back- 
grounds painted from the country itself. In this, 
which we hope will be an everlasting monument to 
the Africa that was, the Africa that is now fast disap- 
pearing, I hope to place the elephant group on a 
pedestal in the centre of the hall—the rightful place 
for the first animal of them all. 
And it may not be many years before such museum 
exhibits are the only remaining records of my jungle 
friends. As civilization advances in Africa, the 
extinction of the elephant is being accomplished 
slowly but quite as surely as that of the American 
buffalo two generations ago. It is probably not true 
that the African elephant cannot be domesticated. 
In fact, somewhere in the Congo is a farm where fifty 
tame elephants, just as amenable as those in India, 
are at work. But taming elephants is not a sound 
proposition economically. Elephant farming is a 
prince’s game, and Africa has no princes to play it. 
An elephant requires hundreds of acres of land, in- 
finitely more than cattle and sheep and the other 
domesticated animals. So it is that as man moves on 
the land, the elephant must move off. 
Moreover, African settlers are making every effort 
to hasten the process. Wherever the elephants refuse 
to be confined to their bailiwicks and annoy the na- 
tives by raiding their farms, the Government has ap- 
pointed official elephant killers. The South African 
elephant in the Addoo bush was condemned to be 
exterminated several years ago. Here, however, the 
hunters sent into the bush to kill them off found the 
