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More cross. Quick! quick! Before it would be too late to alarms get a picture!
So pretty soon we were up in our old stand looking out across the river. And again it was from the other side of the river that the first alarm came; this time a big cow with a toddling baby behind her, and her three-year-old son, his little tusks just sprouting, behind the baby. She was a grand sight. Then the light failed. Dusk. No more chance for pictures. Still we had to sit there. We thought we heard crashing in the bushes behind us. We did. But again the alarm came from the other side; a tusker this time come down to drink. He stood there by the river edge until it grew so dark that we could no longer distinguish him.
It was quite dark when we heard something big in the river exactly in front of us, and gradually splash, splash, nearer and nearer. A huge form with sudden gleams of white tusks came straight toward us, looming larger and larger. Then from both our machans we broke out clapping, yelling, turning the old fellow back and splash, splash, now louder and faster, back he went on his tracks.
At eight o'clock came the relief. What had happened to the drive? Again the herd had balked at the road. A few had ventured to cross; that is what we had heard in the bushes. But again two cows had broken back, charging the kumkies. The Captain's elephant had bolted, but fortunately in open jungle.
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