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He
knew
what
he
was
talking
of
;
for
he
had
been
born
under
Kala
Nag
's
shadow
,
had
played
with
the
end
of
his
trunk
before
he
could
walk
,
had
taken
him
down
to
water
as
soon
as
he
could
walk
,
and
Kala
Nag
would
no
more
have
dreamed
of
disobeying
his
shrill
little
orders
than
he
would
have
dreamed
of
killing
him
on
that
day
when
Big
Toomai
carried
the
little
brown
baby
under
Kala
Nag
's
tusks
,
and
told
him
to
salute
his
master
that
was
to
be
.
"
Yes
,
"
said
Little
Toomai
,
"
he
is
afraid
of
me
,
"
and
he
took
long
strides
up
to
Kala
Nag
,
called
him
a
fat
old
pig
,
and
made
him
lift
up
his
feet
one
after
the
other
.
"
Wah
!
"
said
Little
Toomai
,
"
thou
art
a
big
elephant
,
"
and
he
wagged
his
fluffy
head
,
quoting
his
father
.
"
The
Government
may
pay
for
elephants
,
but
they
belong
to
us
mahouts
.
When
thou
art
old
,
Kala
Nag
,
there
will
come
some
rich
rajah
,
and
he
will
buy
thee
from
the
Government
,
on
account
of
thy
size
and
thy
manners
,
and
then
thou
wilt
have
nothing
to
do
but
to
carry
gold
earrings
in
thy
ears
,
and
a
gold
howdah
on
thy
back
,
and
a
red
cloth
covered
with
gold
on
thy
sides
,
and
walk
at
the
head
of
the
processions
of
the
King
.
Then
I
shall
sit
on
thy
neck
,
O
Kala
Nag
,
with
a
silver
ankus
,
and
men
will
run
before
us
with
golden
sticks
,
crying
,
'
Room
for
the
King
's
elephant
!
'
That
will
be
good
,
Kala
Nag
,
but
not
so
good
as
this
hunting
in
the
jungles
.
"
"
Umph
!
"
said
Big
Toomai
.
"
Thou
art
a
boy
,
and
as
wild
as
a
buffalo-calf
.
This
running
up
and
down
among
the
hills
is
not
the
best
Government
service
.
I
am
getting
old
,
and
I
do
not
love
wild
elephants
.
Give
me
brick
elephant
lines
,
one
stall
to
each
elephant
,
and
big
stumps
to
tie
them
to
safely
,
and
flat
,
broad
roads
to
exercise
upon
,
instead
of
this
come-and-go
camping
.
Aha
,
the
Cawnpore
barracks
were
good
.
There
was
a
bazaar
close
by
,
and
only
three
hours
'
work
a
day
.
"
Little
Toomai
remembered
the
Cawnpore
elephant-lines
and
said
nothing
.
He
very
much
preferred
the
camp
life
,
and
hated
those
broad
,
flat
roads
,
with
the
daily
grubbing
for
grass
in
the
forage
reserve
,
and
the
long
hours
when
there
was
nothing
to
do
except
to
watch
Kala
Nag
fidgeting
in
his
pickets
.
What
Little
Toomai
liked
was
to
scramble
up
bridle
paths
that
only
an
elephant
could
take
;
the
dip
into
the
valley
below
;
the
glimpses
of
the
wild
elephants
browsing
miles
away
;
the
rush
of
the
frightened
pig
and
peacock
under
Kala
Nag
's
feet
;
the
blinding
warm
rains
,
when
all
the
hills
and
valleys
smoked
;
the
beautiful
misty
mornings
when
nobody
knew
where
they
would
camp
that
night
;
the
steady
,
cautious
drive
of
the
wild
elephants
,
and
the
mad
rush
and
blaze
and
hullabaloo
of
the
last
night
's
drive
,
when
the
elephants
poured
into
the
stockade
like
boulders
in
a
landslide
,
found
that
they
could
not
get
out
,
and
flung
themselves
at
the
heavy
posts
only
to
be
driven
back
by
yells
and
flaring
torches
and
volleys
of
blank
cartridge
.
Even
a
little
boy
could
be
of
use
there
,
and
Toomai
was
as
useful
as
three
boys
.
He
would
get
his
torch
and
wave
it
,
and
yell
with
the
best
.
But
the
really
good
time
came
when
the
driving
out
began
,
and
the
Keddah
--
that
is
,
the
stockade
--
looked
like
a
picture
of
the
end
of
the
world
,
and
men
had
to
make
signs
to
one
another
,
because
they
could
not
hear
themselves
speak
.
Then
Little
Toomai
would
climb
up
to
the
top
of
one
of
the
quivering
stockade
posts
,
his
sun-bleached
brown
hair
flying
loose
all
over
his
shoulders
,
and
he
looking
like
a
goblin
in
the
torch-light
.
And
as
soon
as
there
was
a
lull
you
could
hear
his
high-pitched
yells
of
encouragement
to
Kala
Nag
,
above
the
trumpeting
and
crashing
,
and
snapping
of
ropes
,
and
groans
of
the
tethered
elephants
.
"
Mael
,
mael
,
Kala
Nag
!
(
Go
on
,
go
on
,
Black
Snake
!
)
Dant
do
!
(
Give
him
the
tusk
!
)
Somalo
!
Somalo
!
(
Careful
,
careful
!
)
Maro
!
Mar
!
(
Hit
him
,
hit
him
!
)
Mind
the
post
!
Arre
!
Arre
!
Hai
!
Yai
!
Kya-a-ah
!
"
he
would
shout
,
and
the
big
fight
between
Kala
Nag
and
the
wild
elephant
would
sway
to
and
fro
across
the
Keddah
,
and
the
old
elephant
catchers
would
wipe
the
sweat
out
of
their
eyes
,
and
find
time
to
nod
to
Little
Toomai
wriggling
with
joy
on
the
top
of
the
posts
.
He
did
more
than
wriggle
.
One
night
he
slid
down
from
the
post
and
slipped
in
between
the
elephants
and
threw
up
the
loose
end
of
a
rope
,
which
had
dropped
,
to
a
driver
who
was
trying
to
get
a
purchase
on
the
leg
of
a
kicking
young
calf
(
calves
always
give
more
trouble
than
full-grown
animals
)
.
Kala
Nag
saw
him
,
caught
him
in
his
trunk
,
and
handed
him
up
to
Big
Toomai
,
who
slapped
him
then
and
there
,
and
put
him
back
on
the
post
.
