The first real adventure that befell me on this particular journey was with elephants, which I will relate because of its curious termination.  Just before we crossed the Orange River we came to a stretch of forest-land some twenty miles broad.  The night we entered this forest we camped in a lovely open glade.  A few yards ahead tambouki grass was growing to the height of a man, or rather it had been; now, with the exception of a few stalks here and there, it was crushed quite flat.  It was already dusk when we camped; but after the moon got up I walked from the fire to see how this had happened.  One glance was enough for me; a great herd of elephants had evidently passed over the tall grass not many hours before.  The sight of their spoor rejoiced me exceedingly, for though I had seen wild elephants, at that time I had never shot one.  Moreover, the sight of elephant spoor to the African hunter is what “colour in the pan” is to the prospector of gold.  It is by the ivory that he lives, and to shoot it or trade it is his chief aim in life.  My resolution was soon taken.  I would camp the waggons for a while in the forest, and start on horseback after the elephants.

I communicated my decision to Indaba-zimbi and the other Kaffirs.  The latter were not loth, for your Kaffir loves hunting, which means plenty of meat and congenial occupation, but Indaba-zimbi would express no opinion.  I saw him retire to a little fire that he had lit for himself, and go through some mysterious performances with bones and clay mixed with ashes, which were watched with the greatest interest by the other Kaffirs.  At length he rose, and, coming forward, informed me that it was all right, and that I did well to go and hunt the elephants, as I should get plenty of ivory; but he advised me to go on foot.  I said I should do nothing of the sort, but meant to ride.  I am wiser now; this was the first and last time that I ever attempted to hunt elephants on horseback.

Accordingly we started at dawn, I, Indaba-zimbi, and three men; the rest I left with the waggons.  I was on horseback, and so was my driver, a good rider and a skilful shot for a Kaffir, but Indaba-zimbi and the others walked.  From dawn till mid-day we followed the trail of the herd, which was as plain as a high road.  Then we off-saddled to let the horses rest and feed, and about three o’clock started on again.  Another hour or so passed, and still there was no sign of elephants.  Evidently the herd had travelled fast and far, and I began to think that we should have to give it up, when suddenly I caught sight of a brown mass moving through the thorn-trees on the side of a slope about a quarter of a mile away.  My heart seemed to jump into my mouth.  Where is the hunter who has not felt like this at the sight of his first elephant?