Elephant dance (1937)

Record Details:

Title:
Elephant dance
Date:
1937
Publisher:
New York : Charles Scribner's Sons
Volume:
Elephant dance
Leaf #:
000165
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 roadside. We struck into the jungle behind them. A quaint As we jogged along, every once in a while my guide Luncheon would let out a volley of talk as though to himself, until I discovered that every few feet there was a korumba lodged in a tree. The talk between them sounded very business-like. We crossed a marshy place where the black mud was an immense honeycomb of fresh elephant tracks. I was relieved when at last we came to Bob and the others. Our reception wasn't cordial. We weren't expected, nor was the elaborate lunch of hors d'oeuvres, hot curry and what not, being served out of an enormous box by all our bearers. However, there we were, right in with the wild elephants. Captain Fremlin ate his lunch with his gun ready loaded at hand. The three kumkies were stationed around us facing out into the jungle, in three directions, to give the alarm should any of the wild herd appear. While we sat and ate I saw my jungle guide regarding us fools of white men sitting there eating with an expression of the most supreme contempt. Quaint luncheon party ! Finally everyone cleared away and we were in our machans. Ours was directly in the sun and was it hot? Again the drive would seem to be coining and then fall away again, and again nothing happened. At four o'clock Muthanna came rushing up to transfer us to our old machans by the river. The herd was going to in