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Visit Lines thing to fear but man. Probably that is why so often by Night one comes upon other game near an elephant herd — bison and sambhur. They are there for protection.
As we came back to cross the river, a thin, milky mist was over it, making it look ghostly in the moonlight. The half moon mirrored in black pools between the rushes, and picked out in shining circles the slow swirl of sluggish currents. Like watchful, crouching eyes, the red gold fires along the bank were doubled in the water. A salvo of clapping came from them as our big beasts stepped out into view.
The Big And the next day was the Day of the Big Drive. Drive Operations started at 6 a.m. The actual 'rush' was not due to start — at a given signal — until 3 p.m. — 3 sharp. Bordie had to be safe-conducted to his place in a machan inside the lines. Fremlin with his elephant gun was the safe escort. For when putting up the machan the big tusker had appeared. There was a distinctly nervous moment. The mahouts called to Fremlin to shoot. They clapped and yelled and the tusker turned away.
As we came down the road, two hours later, the morning mist was still in the air like fine rain. From Mastigudy, the elephant camp, the seven cows picked for the drive were just starting off to cross the river, where the beaters were waiting their coming to begin the day's manoeuvres. First the eastern wing was to be
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