Meanwhile, back in the jungle, those maddening native drums are getting closer. The white hunters form a tight cluster, guns growing heavier in their shaking hands. It's when the drumming stops that they really have to worry . Because, what comes next is either the wild scream of attack, or Tarzan's jungle call, bringing the elephants to the rescue. Today, both aboriginal tribes and elephants are pretty scarce.
Some beats are as old as fire, played continuously for thousands of years.
When the drums beat, they beat for all - leaved ones, winged ones, swimmers, crawlers, four leggeds and two leggeds.