Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000115
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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villagers with their carts and bullocks and flocks were Irawatha all bunched together when Irawatha suddenly took a misbehaves dislike to the tusker next to him, let out a roar and gave him an awful push and dig with his tusks. The poor tusker squealed and gave a great bound. His mahout came tumbling off and rolled in the dust, his eyes fairly bursting out of his head. Everybody scrambled and scattered. The other elephants rapped their trunks angrily on the ground, ready for a fray. Little Sabu, perched all alone on Irawatha, was whacking away at his head with the goad, his arm going up and down and up and down like a sledge hammer. It was all over in less time than it takes to tell. The poor tusker, down behind and up at the head, had his tusks jammed in the thatch roofing of a house so that he couldn't move. Irawatha would have finished him, but just then the Jemadar stepped in, suddenly appeared between them. Facing Irawatha he put a hand on each great tusk. It was an astonishing sight, — Irawatha mad, with already a taste of blood, his great head lowered and behind it his great bulk gathered for a final charge, and the Jemadar, with not enough of him even to fill his clothes, and nothing but a little stick in his hand — a little cane as thick as a matchstick he always carries with him and with which he sometimes raps Irawatha's trunk — pushing Irawatha back! 77