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followed, carrying the Holland and the fleshy limbs, that writhed out through the Springfield. Then came Heller, at the neighboring branches, bearing sparse head of a dozen porters and skinners; he clusters of large frondage. In places the and they were to fall behind when we forest was low, the trees thirty or forty actually struck fresh elephant spoor, but feet high, the bushes that choked the to follow our trail by the help of a Do- ground between, fifteen or twenty feet robo who was left with them.
high. In other places mighty monarchs For three hours our route lay along of the wood, straight and tall, towered the edge of the woods. We climbed into aloft to an immense height; among them and out of deep ravines in which groves were trees whose smooth, round boles of tree ferns clustered. We waded were spotted like sycamores, while far through streams of swift water, whose above our heads their gracefully spreadcourse was broken by cataract and rapid. ing branches were hung with vines like We passed through shambas, and by the mistletoe and draped with Spanish moss; doors of little hamlets of thatched bee- trees whose surfaces were corrugated and hive huts. We met flocks of goats and knotted as if they were made of bundles hairy, fat-tailed sheep guarded by boys; of great creepers; and giants whose butstrings of burden-bearing women stood tressed trunks were four times a man's meekly to one side to let us pass; parties length across. of young men sauntered by, spear in hand. Twice we got on elephant spoor, once
Then we struck into the great forest, of a single bull, once of a party of three. and in an instant the sun was shut from 'Then Cuninghame and the 'Ndorobo resight by the thick screen of wet foliage. doubled their caution. They would It was a riot of twisted vines, interlacing minutely examine the fresh dung; and the trees and bushes. Only the elephant above all they continually tested the wind, paths, which, of every age, crossed and scanning the tree tops, and lighting recrossed it hither and thither, made it matches to see from the smoke what the passable. One of the chief difficulties in eddies were near the ground. Each time hunting elephants in the forest is that it is after an hour's stealthy stepping and impossible to travel, except very slowly crawling along thu twisted trail a slight and with much noise, off these trails, so shift of the wind in the almost still air that it is sometimes very difficult to take gave our scent to the game, and away it advantage of the wind; and although the went before we could catch a glimpse of sight of the elephant is dull, both its it; and we resumed our walk. The elesense of hearing and its sense of smell are phant paths led up hill and down-for exceedingly acute.
the beasts are wonderful climbers-and Hour after hour we worked our way wound in and out in every direction. onward through tangled forest and mat- | They were marked by broken branches ted jungle. There was little sign of and the splintered and shattered trunks of bird or animal life. A troop of long- the smaller trees, especially where the haired black and white monkeys bounded elephant had stood and fed, trampling away among the tree tops. Here and down the bushes for many yards around. there brilliant flowers lightened the Where they had crossed the marshy valgloom. We ducked under vines and leys they had punched big round holes, climbed over fallen timber. Poisonous three feet deep, in the sticky mud. nettles stung
As evening fell we pitched camp by the drenched by the wet boughs which we side of a little brook at the bottom of a brushed aside. Mosses and ferns grew ravine, and dined ravenously on bread, rank and close. The trees
mutton, and tea. The air was keen, and strange kinds.
There were huge trees under our blankets we slept in comfort with little leaves, and small trees with until dawn. Breakfast was soon big leaves. There were trees with bare, and camp struck; and once more we be:
gan our cautious progress through the left to crack under my feet. It made dim, cool archways of the mountain for- our veins thrill thus for half an hour to est.
creep stealthily along, but a few rods Two hours after leaving camp we came from the herd, never able to see it, beacross the fresh trail of a small herd of
cause of the extreme denseness of the perhaps ten or fifteen elephant cows and cover, but always hearing first one and calves, but including two big herd bulls. then another of its members, and always At once we took up the trail. Cuning- trying to guess what each one might do, hame and his bush people consulted again and keeping ceaselssly ready for whatand again, scanning every track and mark ever might befall. A flock of hornbills with minute attention. The sign showed flew up with noisy clamor, but the elethat the elephants had fed in the sham- phants did not heed them. bas early in the night, had then returned At last we came in sight of the mighty to the mountain, and stood in one place game. The trail took a twist to one side, resting for several hours, and had left and there, thirty yards in front of us, we this sleeping ground some time before we made out part of the gray and massive reached it. After we had followed the head of an elephant resting his tusks on trail a short while we made the experi- the branches of a young tree. A couple ment of trying to force our own way of minutes passed before, by cautious through the jungle, so as to get the wind scrutiny, we were able to tell whether the more favorable; but our progress was too animal was a cow or a bull, and whether, slow and noisy, and we returned to the if a bull, it carried heavy enough tusks. path the elephants had beaten. Then the Then we saw that it was a big bull with 'Ndorobo went ahead, travelling noise- good ivory. It turned its head in my lessly and at speed. One of them was direction and I saw its eye; and I fired clad in a white blanket, and another in a a little to one side of the eye, at a spot red one, which were conspicuous; but which I thought would lead to the brain. they were too silent and cautious to let I struck exactly where I aimed, but the the beasts see them, and could tell exactly head of an elephant is enormous and the where they were and what they were do- brain small, and the bullet missed it. ing by the sounds. When these trackers However, the shock momentarily stunned waited for us they would appear before the beast. He stumbled forward, half us like ghosts; once one of them dropped falling, and as he recovered I fired with down from the branches above, having the second barrel, again aiming for the climbed a tree with monkey-like agility to brain. This time the bullet sped true, get a glimpse of the great game.
and as I lowered the rifle from my shoulAt last we could hear the elephants, der, I saw the great lord of the forest and under Cuninghame's lead we walked come crashing to the ground. more cautiously than ever. The wind But at that very instant, before there was right, and the trail of one elephant was a moment's time in which to reload, led close alongside that of the rest of the the thick bushes parted immediately on herd, and parallel thereto. It was about my left front, and through them surged noon. The elephants moved slowly, and the vast bulk of a charging bull elephant, we listened to the boughs crack, and now the matted mass of tough creepers snapand then to the curious internal rum- ping like packthread before his rush. He blings of the great beasts. Carefully, every was so close that he could have touched sense on the alert, we kept pace with me with his trunk. I leaped to one side them. My double-barrel was in my and dodged behind a tree trunk, opening hands, and wherever possible, as I fol- the rifle, throwing out the empty shells, lowed the trail, I stepped in the huge and slipping in two cartridges Meanfootprints of the elephant, for where such while Cunninghame fired right and left, at a weight had pressed there were no sticks the same time throwing himself into the bushes on the other side. Both his bul-keys, and as happy as possible, all, porters, lets went home, and the bull stopped short gun-bearers, and 'Ndorobo alike, began in his charge, wheeled, and immediately the work of skinning and cutting up the disappeared in the thick cover. We ran quarry, under the leadership and superforward, but the forest had closed over vision of Heller and Cuninghame, and his wake. We heard him trumpet soon they were all splashed with blood shrilly, and then all sounds ceased.
from head to foot. One of the trackers The 'Ndorobo, who had quite prop- took off his blanket and squatted stark erly disappeared when this second bull naked inside the carcass the better to use charged, now went forward and soon re- his knife. Each laborer rewarded himturned with the report that he had fled at self by cutting off strips of meat for his speed, but was evidently hard hit, as there private store, and hung them in red feswas much blood on the spoor. If we had toons from the branches round about. been only after ivory we should have fol- | There was no let up in the work until it lowed him at once; but there was no tell- was stopped by darkness. ing how long a chase he might lead us; Our tents were pitched in a small open and as we desired to save the skin of the glade a hundred yards from the dead eledead elephant entire, there was no time phant. The night was clear, the stars whatever to spare. It is a formidable shone brightly, and in the west the young task, occupying many days, to preserve an moon hung just above the line of tall tree elephant for mounting in a museum, and tops. Fires were speedily kindled and if the skin is to be properly saved, it must the men sat around them, feasting and be taken off without an hour's unneces- singing in a strange minor tone until late sary delay.
in the night. The fickering light left So back we turned to where the dead them at one moment in black obscurity, tusker lay, and I felt proud indeed as I and the next brought into bold relief stood by the immense bulk of the slain their sinewy crouching figures, their dark monster and put my hand on the ivory. faces, gleaming eyes, and flashing teeth. The tusks weighed a hundred and thirty When they did sleep, two of the 'Ndorobo pounds the pair. There was the usual slept so close to the fire as to burn themscene of joyful excitement among the gun-selves; an accident to which they are bearers—who had behaved excellently, prone, judging from the many scars of and among the wild bush people who had old burns on their legs. I toasted slices done the tracking for us; and, as Cuning- of elephant's heart on a pronged stick behame had predicted, the old Masai Do- fore the fire, and found it delicious; for robo, from pure delight, proceeded to I was hungry, and the night was cold. have hysterics on the body of the dead We talked of our success and exulted over elephant. The scene was repeated when it, and made our plans for the morrow; Heller and the porters appeared half an and then we turned in under our blanhour later. Then, chattering like mon- kets for another night's sleep.
VACATION AT ADDINGTON
EDWARD FREDERIC BENSON
Edward Frederic Benson, (1867– ) the son of the late Archbishop of Canterbury, has won distinction as a novelist. Educated at Cambridge, he spent much time in travel, engaging in archæological work both in Egypt and in Greece. The following selection is from his delightful volume, Our Family Affairs, the reminiscences of a brilliant family. In style it has the charming intimacy of Lamb, combined with a grace that is quite Benson's own.
WE WENT to Addington for a few | life. But to his volcanic energy and viweeks at Easter, and the sojourn then tality, such a holiday was of the nature of was, according to my mother, of the a compulsion and a medicine rather than nature of a picnic. As a matter of fact an enjoyment. In the long run he was there was not really anything very pic refreshed by it, but the getting out of the nicky about it; the drawing-room, it is shafts was always trying to him, and true, was not used, but we managed with usually resulted in a fit of depression, the anteroom, the Chinese room, the school such as I have described before. When room, my father's study and her own he was very hard worked, he never sufroom, by way of sitting-rooms, and per- fered from this; it was when he was haps part of the household remained at obliged to rest that these irritable glooms Lambeth. But to her vivid sense, to descended on him, and I particularly conher delight of using all things to the ut- nect them, during these years, with the most, this constituted a very informal Easter holiday. All the time, as he once way of life, for when she was running a told me when talking of them, he would house, everything must be, in its own be struggling and agonizing to get his scale, spick-and-span and complete. You head out of those deep waters, but was might, for instance, dine on bread and unable to until the nervous reaction had cheese and a glass of beer, but the cheese spent itself, and the pendulum swung must be the best cheese, the bread of the back again. By now we children had crispest, and the beer must be brimmed begun to understand that, and though with froth. Short of completeness and this mood of his was a damper on mirth perfection, whatever your scale was, you and generally an awful bore, we no were roughing it, you were picnicking. longer feared him when he was like that She did not at all dislike picnicking, but but “carried on,” very sorry for him, and It Was picknicking, and why not say so? sincerely hoping he would be better next For herself, with her passion for people day. The person who felt it most was (like Dr. Johnson she thought that one undoubtedly my mother: he was misergreen field was like another green field, able and she knew it, and knew the pathos and would prefer a walk down Fleet of his futile strivings to get rid of it, and Street) she would sooner have stopped in her picnic was a melancholy and anxious London, but my father needed this break one till that cloud lifted. Often, howin the six months of his busy London ever, she and my father went to Florence
for Easter, where they stayed with Lady 1From Our Family Affairs by E. F. Ben
Crawford at the Villa Palmieri, and of son, copyright, 1921, George H. Doran Com- all the holiday sojournings it was that pany, publishers. Reprinted by permission. which he enjoyed most keenly. He was
?Benson's father had recently been ap- absolutely indefatigable where churches pointed Archbishop of Canterbury, and the or sacred art were concerned, because of family had taken possession of Lambeth Pal
the cause which had inspired painter and ace, the seat of the archbishops of Canterbury, and Addington Park, the country resi
architect. To him the achievement for dence.
which the architect builded, the sculptor
chiselled, the musicians composed, and the and deliberate composition was founded artist painted, must be the palpable and on the model of these interpretations; the direct service of God, and just as he sentences were overloaded with meanings would gaze in genuine rapture at a sec- beyond what the language could bear; ond-rate Madonna, whereas a portrait or he packed his phrases till they creaked. even a Primavera would leave him cold, But highest of all in the beloved lanso, without any knowledge or apprecia- guage, with a great gulf fixed below it tion of music he would listen to Handel's and above the masterpieces of classical Messiah, while a Wagner opera, or a
literature, came the New Testament, symphony by Beethoven, had he ever which he studied and interpreted to us as listened or heard such, would have been under a microscope. That eager revermeaningless to him. Of ecclesiastical ence was like a lover's adoration: his inarchitecture, again, its periods or its terpretations might be fanciful, and such characteristics, he had a profound knowl- as he would never have made in any edge, but whether a house was Eliza- other commentings, but here his search bethan or Georgian was a matter of much for hidden meanings in simple phrases had smaller interest to him. He did not just that quality of tender and exquisite truly care, to put it broadly, who built a scrutiny. The subject of this study was column and when and how, or painted a his life, and the smallest of its details picture and when and how, so long as must be searched out, and squeezed to those monuments of art were only di- yield a drop more of sacred essence. rected towards human and aesthetic en
On any other topic he would joyment. The natural works of God, have criticized the Hellenistic. Greek, as the woods at Addington, the mountain falling far below classical standards, but, ranges of Switzerland, he admiringly as it was, he accepted it as verbally inloved as being in themselves direct divine spired, and no enquiry was too minute. expressions, but if the work of man in- Rather curiously, collations of differing sinuated itself, he liked it in proportion texts did not engage him, nor did he as it was religious in its aims.
touch on Higher Criticism. The text of One exception he made, and that was his own Greek Testament was all that in favor of Greek and Roman antiquities concerned him, there was the whole matand the language of the classics, and I am ter, and on to it he turned the full light sure he enjoyed making a translation of of his intellect and his enthusiasm, withsome English poem into Virgilian hexa- out criticism but minutely and lovingly meters or Sophoclean iambics fully as poring over it, as it actually and tradimuch as he enjoyed the original version. tionally was. Latin and Greek, especially Greek, were From Monday morning until Saturto him only a little below the Pente- day night these weeks at Addington, escostal tongues: of all human achieve- pecially at Christmas, were to us a whirl ments they were the noblest Aowers. To of delightful activities from the moment him a classical education was the only that chapel service and Bible lesson were education: he rated a boy's abilities over in the morning, till evening service largely by his power to translate and to at ten o'clock at night. But Sunday was imitate classical lore, and to wander him- a day set so much apart from the rest that self in these fields was his chiefest intel- it hardly seemed to belong to Addington lectual recreation. He loved to unpack, at all. There was early communion in so to speak, some Greek word com- the chapel, unless it was celebrated after pounded with prepositions, and insist on the eleven o'clock service in church; the value of each, overloading the dis- morning service in church Sucsected members of it with meanings that ceeded by lunch, lunch by a slow never conceivably entered into the mind family walk during which my father read of its author, and his own style in weighed | George Herbert to us; the walk was suc