Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000159
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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The beaters drive on foot, of course, with no The Drive weapons — only the bamboo clappers to make a noise. They are supported by foresters with shot-guns, and by 'kumkies', tame elephants — about twenty of them — which come along behind them. I wished very much to be riding one of those elephants instead of being stuck up in a machan. But I had to stay with the cameras. Early on the day of the first, the preliminary drive, we took our places. It was exciting even at the machans. Bob had to be moved from a very shaky, rotten tree to a safe one. The trees have to be strong enough to withstand an angry tusker's charge and the machans have to be high enough to be out of his reach. Our machan was right over the runway; it wasn't big enough for all of us, so I hoisted myself into a crotch of the tree. Finally we were all settled high and safe, and Muthanna went off to call the drive. We were all prisoners in our trees, of course, until he came back again to let us down, or, as we expected, until the elephants had passed. We were cautioned that from the time we heard the bugle announcing the coming of the herd, we must be absolutely still. I was glad there was a bugle. I love the sound of a bugle; it is peculiarly exciting. Whatever was going to happen would be beyond n ,. T* * & & . . . Preliminary our ken in the jungle behind us. Captain Fremlin and Drive 107