There wasn't a tree about, not a sign of boscage, except some miles away where the hills began to slope upward.
Bruce wondered what the inhabitants fed upon.

It was more like an Egyptian village than anything he had ever seen in India.

Bruce asked for his rifle, which he laid carelessly in the crook of his arm.

One never could tell.
Presently they came upon a group in the center of which were the dancers at their vocations.

They ceased their mad whirlings at the sight of the two elephants.