Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000139
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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by trees for the camera crew to climb into in case of Wild Tusker need, and Captain Fremlin, with his elephant gun, becomes an was stationed where he could cover their retreat. T J c., London turns Daddy was just prancing on his platform, cracking jokes about what might happen. There was a rope above the platform stretched across between two stout trees. This was Daddy's bright idea, so that if the cameras and all went down suddenly, the camera men could at least clutch on to the rope. Can you see Daddy dangling in mid air while an enraged tusker finishes up the cameras below? Well, it didn't happen that way. The ropes held, and it was rather a pathetic scene. After plenty of smashing we called it off, for fear the poor tusker, straining and straining at his rope, would do himself in. He had taken one crashing fall. Since then he has been cared for as tenderly as a precious creature could be. And every day we have a report as to how he is getting on. Yesterday he was not so well. To-day he is better. He is very wild, charging even the cows. He won't eat. He does eat. He can't sleep. He slept a little. They are doing their best to save him. But the truth is that very few tuskers survive capture for more than a short time. Of the eight our Jemadar has caught, our Irawatha is the only one now living. There was one tusker bigger, more beautiful than Irawatha, with such a head as was never seen. For a 93