What is "elephants"

Usage examples of "elephants".

I thought of all the tourists who had sat here on this veranda, lolling with ice-cold drinks, watching for elephants and rhinos, and all the small fry that had come like shadows out of the night to drink at the floodlit waterhole.

I was wondering what he was really like, this man who belonged to a bygone world of tourist safaris and game parks, who had nursed wounded elephants, lived with them in the wild, and had now walked blithely into the territory of this new black regime, camping here regardless of its security forces.

Marsabit he looked after my elephants for me, and elephant calves are difficult to rear.

He undertook scientific research for the Government, advising on numbers of lion, elephants, whatever it was to be culled.

It all adds up to this - elephants live so long, always in family groups - they have the percip .

I just want to absorb the quiet immensity of Africa and see how elephants solve the problem of survival in the hostile world of man.

He reached for his plate, spooning beans into his mouth and gazing up at the slopes where the elephants had disappeared.

Those elephants should have been under the shade of the trees, fanning their ears to keep themselves cool.

Mukunga climbed in and the bus moved off, a thick cloud of dust hanging in the air as it disappeared round the bend where the elephants had crossed the road.

I counted five fully grown elephants, two with very small calves under their bellies.

In less than two minutes it was over, and all was quiet, only the great mounds of inanimate elephants lying like giant boulders in the slanting sunlight and the hunters coming out into the open, moving slackly like men who have drunk too much, their rifles across their shoulders and still smouldering with the kill.

A lot of elephants have been killed over the years to prove this method of ageing them.

It was the sort of scene cameramen dreamed about, nomadic tribesmen, hunters with guns, and elephants being hacked to pieces, blood everywhere.

Close-ups of men, half-naked, armed with spears and knives, dark skins stretched over staring rib cages, faces drawn and shrivelled looking, of dead elephants, of tusks and meat, of Kirby-Smith, the great white hunter, firing at a warrior with his red cloak flung back, his sleek ochred hair coming loose in coils like snakes and his knife flashing.

The elephants were gone, the hunt over, and nobody wanted to talk about it, all of us, white and black, locked in on ourselves, silent.