The silence of an African jungle on a dark night needs to be experienced to be realised; it is most impressive especially when one is absolutely alone and isolated from one’s fellow creatures, as I was then. The solitude and stillness, and the purpose of my vigil, all had their effect on me, and from a condition of strained expectancy I gradually fell into a dreamy mood which harmonised well with my surroundings.
Suddenly I was startled out of my reverie by the snapping of a twig: and, straining my ears for a further sound, I fancied I could hear the rustling of a large body forcing its way through the bush.”
— The Man Eaters of Tsavo, Lt. Colonel J.H. Patterson