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with plenty of porters for our gear and with food for 

 about two weeks' travel. 



We camped near the edge of the jungle after a 

 march of nearly twenty miles. About five the next 

 morning Boculy woke us. He whispered something 

 about elephants in my ear. I hurried out of the tent 

 and saw ten elephants walking quietly along about 

 four hundred yards away. Two were so young that 

 they looked like Christmas toys. They were 

 toddling, bumping up against their mothers and 

 stopping and turning aroimd just like children on a 

 street. Each mother would turn arotind every now 

 and then and slap her offspring with her trunk. 

 This would make the little fellow squeal and he would 

 trot along obediently again. 



Two more were about six months old. They were 

 very solemn, even more so than the grown-up ones. 

 But every now and then they would get bored with 

 the march they were on and start to wander off. A 

 severe grunt from one of the older ones would bring 

 them back into line. 



We hustled around and got our cameras ready. 

 It was still too dark to photograph but I thought we 

 could follow without the animals seeing us, especially 

 as the wind was from them to us. 



Just before the sim came up the whole line walked 

 along the top of a small hill. They came to a halt. 

 Silhouetted against the sky they made a wonderful 



