The one tusker had lost the other one only recently. It was broken off at the lip and the nerve was still festering. He was not in a happy frame of mind.

On top of that, he had an "askari" with him who showed every intention of charging, if he could locate us. Fortunately he didn't.

The poor old boy was down to his last set of teeth and they were in terrible shape. We sent the lower jaw to the taxidermist to see if he could make anything out of it, but the teeth simply crumbled when they tried to polish them.