OUR BACKYARD CIRCUS 113 



picture, a picture of which I have often dreamed. 

 I had seen fikns of camels silhouetted against the sky. 

 At last I could make one of elephants. I lost no time 

 in doing so. 



We left camp after breakfast. About an hour 

 later we were stopped suddenly by Boculy, who 

 stepped softly back with his hand raised for silence. 

 Ahead of us were seven elephants, just beside the 

 trail. I ran back a few steps and motioned for the 

 camera boys to hurry. We set up the cameras as 

 quickly as we could, but the elephants walked into the 

 brush, feeding as they went. 



I had just about decided that they were going to 

 have a sleep under cover when I heard a noise on the 

 other side of the trail. More elephants had come up. 

 I crept ahead and saw three. They, too, were 

 settling down for a sleep in the dark forest where it 

 would be impossible to make pictures. Boculy was 

 annoyed with me. He could never understand that I 

 needed plenty of light for pictures. He thought my 

 magic box ought to be able to see in the dark as well 

 as in the light, certainly if it were magic enough to 

 reproduce moving creatures months later. 



We didn't dare disturb the elephants. Had they 

 stampeded us we never could have escaped them. 

 There were no trees to climb and their anger at being 

 waked up would have been uncontrollable. I had 

 the cameras gathered up and hurried my party along 



