-> A Dying Race of Giants 



patient waiting to sight this rare conjunction of animals 

 from my place of observation either with a Goerz-Trizeder 

 or with the naked eye, but only for a few seconds at a 

 time, because of the heavy showers of rain which kept 

 falling. How disappointing and mortifying it was to find 

 oneself left in the lurch by the sun and just immediately 

 under the Equator, where one had a right to it ! What I 

 had so often experienced in my photographic experiments 

 in the forests by the Rufu River that is, the want of 

 sunlight for days together now made me almost desperate. 

 At any moment the little gathering of animals might break 

 up, in which case I should never be able to get a photo- 

 graphic record of the strange friendship. Since the publica- 

 tion of my first work I have often been asked to give some 

 further particulars about this matter. Therefore, perhaps 

 these details, supported by photographs, will not be 

 unacceptable to my readers. 



I candidly admit that had I suddenly come upon these 

 great bull-elephants in the jungle in years gone by I could 

 not have resisted killing them. But I have gradually 

 learned to restrain myself in this respect. It would have 

 been a fine sensation from the sportsman's standpoint, and 

 would besides have brought in a round sum of perhaps 

 ^500 ; but what was all that in comparison with the 

 securing of one single authentic photograph which would 

 afford irrefutable proof of so surprising a fact ? 



The western spurs of the great Kilimanjaro range end 

 somewhat abruptly in a high table-land, which is grass- 

 grown and covered in patches with sweet-smelling acacias. 

 This undulating velt-region gradually slopes down until in 



