National Geographic : 1956 Oct
541 S. . While a Herd Sentry, with Ears Spread, Stands Alert for Sounds of Danger "Things are getting rather unhealthy around here," John Fletcher remarked calmly. "Are you ready to leave yet, Keynes?" I was quite ready. We followed one an other, bending low along the narrow trail back to the cars. When we had covered half the distance, I began to feel oddly light headed. I was certain we were in for a Mau Mau ambush. Well, at least I was approach ing death with my boots on. More Gunfire on Return Journey Two bullets cracked by on my right. We were almost at the edge of the thick under growth. Fletcher shouted in loud Swahili to the policemen, who, we hoped, were still guarding the Land Rovers. There was silence. Then two voices answered together. Yes, they were all right, but they were scared so badly they could hardly talk. Out in the open at last, we inspected the cars. There was no damage. Fletcher's ques tioning of the Africans produced much in coherent jabber, but he managed to piece together what had happened. Some elephants, straying from the main herd at the clearing, had come straight for the cars. Scared out of their wits, the men had fired over the heads of the animals to frighten them away. Back at the farm we enjoyed 5 o'clock tea with Peter and Susie Marrian. My hand shook a bit as I held the cup. But, I told Susie, I wouldn't have missed this oppor tunity to revisit Treetops for all the Mau Mau in Kenya. After all, I am elephant-magnetic!