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fellow "half-brother to the elephants" because of his 

 uncanny knowledge of the beasts . He could find them 

 where no one else would dream of looking and was 

 about the only black I have ever known who could 

 really track an elephant successfully. The lieutenant 

 was kind enough to say he would loan him to us ; at 

 which Boculy grinned all over and darted off to 

 gather up his blankets. 



We spent a day in camp rubbing our sore limbs 

 with Sloan's liniment and tightening our loads for the 

 next test. On April 5th we moved camp ahead to 

 where we turned off from native trails towards Lake 

 Paradise. Now we were going up more rapidly and 

 the country began to get more wooded. 



It was on April 1 2th that we had our first meeting 

 with the elephants. Boculy suddenly paused in the 

 trail ahead and waved his hand. Watching him 

 stealthily, we could almost see his lips form the word 

 "Tembo," Swahili for elephant. Right ahead was a 

 fine young bull with forty pound tusks, calmly 

 pulling the branches of the trees down so that he 

 might graze on the tender shoots. Sleepily he 

 mimched his fodder. It made me sick at heart not 

 to have my camera. He was perfectly posed and in 

 a beautiful spot for pictures. Even the light was 

 perfect. The wind being right, he did not get our 

 scent but went on eating as if there were no white 

 man within a thousand miles. 



