Elephant dance (1937)

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The beaters' round'; the beaters who hold it — stationed twenty to J°° thirty feet apart all around it — are the 'lines'. It is the beaters' job to watch that there is no move on the part of the herd to break through; day and night they hold the lines with fire and bamboo clappers — pieces of bamboo split to clap together and make a sharp noise. The 'Lines' It was Christmas Eve just at midnight that Frannie and I, coming from Mysore, had our first sight of the 'lines' — the beaters around their fires, with their bamboo clappers. As we came along they delightedly gave us a demonstration of the noise that they could make, clapping and yelling out to the elephant herd somewhere in the eerie black stillness of the jungle. We had surrounded the big herd; the beaters were holding them there. On the banks of the river we had put up machans for our cameras. And the first thing we were going to do was to drive the herd past them into the river and across it. There we would again surround them and hold them until we were ready to drive them again, this time back across the river, into our stockade. The stockade was ready. It had been built of 10,000 logs and nine tons of rope. Beyond the runway wings extended along the river bank (see diagram, page 115). The two gates at the entrances of the stockade and runway were gigantic things, specially constructed to swing up like a trap, and crash down by cutting a rope. 106