Now they went through the tangled jungle, and seemed to hear the last mad howl of the dying tiger, as the elephant knelt and pinned him to the ground with his tusks.

Now they chased a lordly buffalo from his damp lair in the swamp; now they saw the English officers flying along on their Arabs through the high grass with well-poised spears after the snorting hog.

They have come unexpectedly on a terrible old tiger; one of the horses swerves, and a handsome young man, losing his seat, seems just falling into the monster's jaws, while the pariah dogs scud away terrified through the grass.
"That chap will be eaten immediately," says Jim.
"He has been in that position ever since I can remember," says Alice; "so I think he is pretty safe." Now they are with the British army on the march.

A scarlet bar stretches across the plain, of which the further end is lost in the white mirage--all in order, walking irresistibly on to the conquest of an empire greater than Haroun Al Raschid's, so naturally done, that as you look, you think you see the columns swing as they advance, and hear the heavy, weary tramp of the troops above the din and shouting of the cloud of camp-followers, on camels and elephants, which surrounds them.
Beyond the plain the faint blue hills pierce the grey air, barred with a few long white clouds, and far away a gleaming river winds through a golden country, spanned with long bridges, and fringed with many a fantastic minaret.
"How I should like to see that!" said Alice.
"Would you like to be a countess," said Jim, "and ride on an elephant in a howitzer ?" "Howdah, you goose!" said Alice.

"Besides, that is not a countess; that is one of the soldiers' wives.