Part 69 (2/2)
'Tho lonely echoes woke To copy the crash of the trees we broke!
Goad, nor whip, nor wheel, nor yoke Shall humble the will of the Ivory Folk!
Once ere monarchs from sky to sky, Many e and the o to the Place to die-- Elephant tombs that the oldest knew,-- Old as the trees when the pri aloof and alone at last To lie where the oldest had always lain
So we sing of it:
-----------------------------The legendary place that every Ivory hunter hopes soone away to die of old age, and where there should therefore be alend, itself as old as African speech, is probably due to the rarity of remains of elephants that have died a natural death
(All together, swinging fro trunks)
'Tho lonely echoes woke To copy the crash of the trees we broke!
Goad, nor whip, nor wheel, nor yoke Shall govern the strength of the Ivory Folk!
Still we are ht Can flatten the huts of the frightenedis lost of late, We raid less eagerly now than then, For pits are staked, and the traps are blind, The guns be et with pickets before and behind, Who snoozed in the noonday heat of yore
Yet, hear us sing:
(All together, ears up and trunks extended)
'Tho lonely echoes woke To copy the crash of the trees we broke!
Goad, nor whip, nor wheel, nor yoke Have lessened the rage of the Ivory Folk!
Still we areor as heavy as we!
We scent--erve--we come--we scream-- And the o no uns pursue; Bleaching our scattered rib-bones lie, And men be ether, trunks up-thrown, ears extended, and sta in slow time with the fore-feet)
'Tho lonely echoes woke To copy the crash of the trees we broke!
Goad, nor whip, nor wheel, nor yoke Shall huhed at Fred's suggestion that Schillingschen uess that the Gerht ride donkey-back and not be so easily left behind Now the probability of both suggestions seemed to stiffen into reality
Day followed day, and Schillingschen, squandering cartridges not far away behind us, always hadso extreet away from him toward theboysor nothing he was shooting re for the pot, hein some mysterious manner, or else have lost his marksmanshi+p when Coutlass bruised his eyes He fired each day, judging by the echo of the shots, about ascolumn of men, and es It began to be a mystery how he carried so much aan to pass through a country where elephants bad been
There was ruin a hundred yards wide, where a herd of more than a thousand of them es with roofs not yet re-thatched, whose inhabitants ca us their trampled enclosures, torn-down huts, and ruined plantations They offered to do whatever we told the part, and several tiether in an effort to get a line to ard and drive the herd our way
But each ti shots froht It becaschen in his new mad mood was able to divine exactly when his noise would work most harm Our fool boys told the local natives that a madman was on our heels, and after that all offers of help ceased, even froan to be regarded asto watch Schillingschen, and report to us, were an to precede us, and froe that had sufferedelephants the inhabitants all fled at the first sign of Brown, leading our long single column