George Manville Fenn,
Trapped by Malays: A Tale of Bayonet and Kris
“ Peter Pegg’s mutterings and musing were brought to a sudden end by the elephant, which seemed to be quite alone, coming close up to the doorway, grunting and chuntering, as the young private called it, just as if the animal were talking to itself, mingling its remarks with a low squeal which might have meant either anger or satisfaction.“I believe,” thought Peter, “it’s one of them that came to the sham-fight, and I could almost fancy it’s the chap I had a ride on. But they are all alike, only one’s bigger than another, and t’other’s more small. ”
