Rudyard Kipling,
The Jungle Book
“ There was a splash and a trample, and the rush of running water, and Kala Nag strode through the bed of a river, feeling his way at each step. Above the noise of the water, as it swirled round the elephant’s legs, Little Toomai could hear more splashing and some trumpeting both upstream and down—great grunts and angry snortings, and all the mist about him seemed to be full of rolling, wavy shadows. “Ai!” he said, half aloud, his teeth chattering. “The elephant-folk are out tonight. It is the dance, then!” Kala Nag swashed out of the water, blew his trunk clear, and began another climb. ”

