Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
00047
Language:
English
Collection:
Books
Format:
Books
Contributor:
Media History Digital Library
Sponsor:
Media History Digital Library
Coordinator:
Media History Digital Library
Description:
Date Added:
July 11, 2024
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Mctropolc Hotel, Mysore. May 28///. Darlings, It is the beginning of the monsoon. It is raining now, the first break in the long, long dry season. And it has been late this year in coming and the heat has been more awful this year than for years before. The papers are full of it. So everybody is glad. We have found our house. Daddy calls the film a Our Palace 'natural' — the way we found the house with great elephant heads carved on the entrance gate; a young palace, all for the asking, ideally situated on the outskirts of the town with free vistas of open country, spreading shade-trees full of monkeys, cheetahs prowling at night, derelict wells, and 'quarters' probably full of snakes. Moreover, it is an old, blood-drenched battle-ground where Tipu Sultan, that most lurid usurper of the Mysore throne, fought the English. They say the cries, tramp and tumult of battle still sound at dead of night. With the English was the young Lieutenant Wellesley, afterwards Duke of Wellington. Daddy and I went to see it to-day. It was all shut up when we got there, with a guard in uniform, a soldier, very formal and rather suspicious of us, in charge. Daddy wouldn't take a step inside until all the doors and shutters were wide opened. 'Fraid of snakes. I must say it hasn't the air of inviting anybody in. It's a bit forbidding; massive, square, high-ceilinged, tile c 33