Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
00088
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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Monsoon mahouts if they would care to try it, offering a most Flood attractive reward. They were all willing but in spite of their most violent urging, not an elephant would go beyond his depth and face the stream. Finally the chief mahout came down, and we asked him if among all his elephants there was one strong enough to swim the river. Yes, he had one. It was Lakshmi Prassad, the Jemadar's big tusker, our prospective star. Sabu dares Lakshmi forthwith was made ready for the swim. A rope was put around him, by which the mahout would be enabled to hold on against the raging current. Sabu, very busy, kneeling on Lakshmi's broad back, helped strap the rope around him. The mahout mounted to his seat on Lakshmi's neck. Sabu settled himself, sitting behind the mahout. He was going too! I didn't like it. I was afraid. Was it surely all right? They launched into the river. The bank was sheer and almost at once the elephant had lost his footing and wTas swimming, swimming strongly, his head up, and then under, up and under. Mid-stream, the current caught them, a swirling, whirl-pocked flood. The elephant could make no more headway and began sliding downstream. He was now completely under; only the tip of his trunk showing; and Sabu and the mahout were down to their armpits. We were in a panic. We had not guessed the river's strength. Twice, 60 [facing monsoon Photograph by Barbara Flaherty van Ingen