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An elephant in Malawi.
(Credit: Ann Jones)
When we reached the foot of Lake Malawi, where the immense inland sea drains away into the forest, we set out in a canoe across the lake's principal outlet, the Shire River. As we bent against the midstream current, an elephant emerged from the forest on the far shore and waded ponderously into the water. Behind her came a procession--ten, twelve, eighteen elephants--all swimming now steadily toward our flimsy canoe. The matriarch faced us, raising her trunk in warning, as the herd passed; and then she too swam on to the shore we had just left. We caught our breath. We had nothing to fear. Like us, they merely wanted to cross the river.
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Click on the map to view larger, for details on the route Ann took.
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