Kwa and the Ape People by Perley Poore Sheehan

KWA was hearing fragments of this story all the time that Tembo--son of another Tembo he had known--was rushing through the deep green ocean of the Devil Bush. Jungle as suffocating at times as actual water--yet water that was warm, perfumed; again exhaling a stench of swamp and mephitic springs.

Territory, all of this, from which even the elephants had always remained aloof. A short-cut, though, straight through the jungle from one of the major animal trails to another. Kwa felt as if he rode the spear-head of a hurricane. For the elephants now were making no effort to travel in silence. They were crashing through.