Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
00066
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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Candidates long he sat on the floor, drawing elephants. He isn't a for Toomai reaj mahout boy, but he isn't a bit afraid. He climbed right up on a big elephant when even the mahout's son didn't want to. A Small Boy We have three others besides, that we have gathered with an g-Qjn fo^e an(£ there all over the country to try out "^ ' for Toomai. They are adorable youngsters, but every one of them too thin. The little mahout boy from the They are all Palace said he wasn't going 'home for lunch'. He'd m. j~j had his meal, his one daily meal, he wasn't hungry. We sat him down at the table, and he ate like a horse. I watch them playing around, kicking a football, shouting and fighting like kids everywhere, and think of the strange stroke of fate that is hanging over one ofthem. Fate hangs There is one boy among them whom Bordie (Mr. over a Borrodaile, our chief camera man) brought in the other day; found him at the elephant stables. He is different from the other sprightly little sprouts. He is rather pathetic, more reserved, an orphan. His mother's family came from Assam, where the people are part Mongolian. His name is Sabu. We go out We were now to see some real Indian jungle life. to shoot we were invited to Karapur to take part in an ele^ phant shoot. Karapur is one of the Maharajah's hunt ing preserves, where he has a hunting lodge and guest house. We had practically decided on this preserve as 46