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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 where 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. 
