For nearly two hours we followed, Akeley tracking with remarkable precision.
Akeley looked at it and exclaimed, "By George, I believe he's got them!"
Akeley had got a splendid photograph of the charging cow and now he took one of the smaller beast before we approached the cow.
Please return it to me as I have sent the original to the President and asked him to get Mr. Akeley's opinion.
The head slowly and almost imperceptibly turned, and Akeley signaled me to shoot.
Mr. Akeley, a man famed in African hunting exploits, was to deliver a talk before a little club to which I belonged.
There were four white people in our expedition—Mr. and Mrs. Akeley, Mr. Stephenson, and myself.
Mr. Akeley had an elaborate moving picture machine and we planned to get some excellent pictures of charging animals.
Mrs. Akeley went out only once, had a night of thrilling experiences, and killed a large male lion.
So Akeley alone went down and assured the father and mother that we were friendly and that nothing would harm them.