This chenar extended for some acres, and rose like a hedge, forming a sudden wall of thorns, which effectually checked our advance.
The elephants had retired to this secure retreat, and having winded us they kept up an uninterrupted roaring.

I never heard such a musical herd: the deep and thunder-like growls, combined with the shrill trumpet and loud roars, as they all joined in concert, had a particularly grand effect, and a novice in elephant-shooting would have felt his heart beat in double time.
There was a rogue consorting with this herd, and it was necessary to be particularly cautious in the attack.

It was impossible to enter such thick jungle, and I've waited for some hours in the forest, close to the edge of the chenar, trying every dodge in vain to induce the herd to quit their stronghold.

They were continually on the QUI VIVE.

Sometimes a tremendous rush would be heard in the thick jungle as the herd would charge towards us; but they invariably stopped just upon the borders, and would not venture into the open forest.