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approaching, the two kongoni gave a shrill alarm 

 and the entire herd made off in tremendous haste. 

 Later, on our way back to camp, we came up with 

 one group of six or seven, but they seemed too 

 angry and aggressive to take needless chances with, 

 so we watched them a while and then left them be- 

 hind. 



During all that day we were with the herd neany 

 five hours, five hours of intense nervous strain, 

 during which time there was never a moment when 

 we were not in some danger of discovery. But in 

 spite of the aggressive bearing of some of them 

 at one time or another, I had the feeling that the 

 elephants would run away from us the instant they 

 definitely determined w r here we were. And it was 

 while laboring under this impression that I met my 

 second Mount Elgon herd of elephants and learned 

 by bitter experience that the impression was wholly 

 false. But that is still another story, the story of 

 being charged five times in one day by angry ele- 

 phants, and how I killed a bull elephant for the 

 Akeley group. 



