All through the jungle at the foot of big trees 

 were beds where elephants had kicked up the 

 dirt as they stood sleeping and swinging their 

 great feet, for an elephant sleeps while standing 

 and rarely lies down to rest. 



One day we lost our way in the jungle at the 

 base of Mount Kenia; so, taking advantage of 

 the last hour of daylight, we went into camp 

 in a little vista scarcely large enough to accom- 

 modate our tents and through which ran a well- 

 worn elephant trail. The porters, who were 

 without tents, made bough shelters in the edge 

 of the timber, and after the customary dancing 

 and singing orgies they retired for the night, and 

 the camp-fires died down. 



Camping in the middle of an elephant thor- 

 oughfare without knowing when the next street 

 parade will take place is conducive to insomnia; 

 so I lay awake until after midnight. I was 

 dozing off when suddenly the most unearthly 

 screech I ever heard started me from the cot 

 with a bound. It was a sort of bugle screech 

 that was immediately followed by another and 

 another, until the jungle seemed to be infested 

 with a new species of demon, each one trying 

 its utmost to outscream its competitors. The 



