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Next
morning
he
gave
him
a
scolding
and
said
,
"
Are
not
good
brick
elephant
lines
and
a
little
tent
carrying
enough
,
that
thou
must
needs
go
elephant
catching
on
thy
own
account
,
little
worthless
?
Now
those
foolish
hunters
,
whose
pay
is
less
than
my
pay
,
have
spoken
to
Petersen
Sahib
of
the
matter
.
"
Little
Toomai
was
frightened
.
He
did
not
know
much
of
white
men
,
but
Petersen
Sahib
was
the
greatest
white
man
in
the
world
to
him
.
He
was
the
head
of
all
the
Keddah
operations
--
the
man
who
caught
all
the
elephants
for
the
Government
of
India
,
and
who
knew
more
about
the
ways
of
elephants
than
any
living
man
.
"
What
--
what
will
happen
?
"
said
Little
Toomai
.
"
Happen
!
The
worst
that
can
happen
.
Petersen
Sahib
is
a
madman
.
Else
why
should
he
go
hunting
these
wild
devils
?
He
may
even
require
thee
to
be
an
elephant
catcher
,
to
sleep
anywhere
in
these
fever-filled
jungles
,
and
at
last
to
be
trampled
to
death
in
the
Keddah
.
It
is
well
that
this
nonsense
ends
safely
.
Next
week
the
catching
is
over
,
and
we
of
the
plains
are
sent
back
to
our
stations
.
Then
we
will
march
on
smooth
roads
,
and
forget
all
this
hunting
.
But
,
son
,
I
am
angry
that
thou
shouldst
meddle
in
the
business
that
belongs
to
these
dirty
Assamese
jungle
folk
.
Kala
Nag
will
obey
none
but
me
,
so
I
must
go
with
him
into
the
Keddah
,
but
he
is
only
a
fighting
elephant
,
and
he
does
not
help
to
rope
them
.
So
I
sit
at
my
ease
,
as
befits
a
mahout
--
not
a
mere
hunter
--
a
mahout
,
I
say
,
and
a
man
who
gets
a
pension
at
the
end
of
his
service
.
Is
the
family
of
Toomai
of
the
Elephants
to
be
trodden
underfoot
in
the
dirt
of
a
Keddah
?
Bad
one
!
Wicked
one
!
Worthless
son
!
Go
and
wash
Kala
Nag
and
attend
to
his
ears
,
and
see
that
there
are
no
thorns
in
his
feet
.
Or
else
Petersen
Sahib
will
surely
catch
thee
and
make
thee
a
wild
hunter
--
a
follower
of
elephant
's
foot
tracks
,
a
jungle
bear
.
Bah
!
Shame
!
Go
!
"
Little
Toomai
went
off
without
saying
a
word
,
but
he
told
Kala
Nag
all
his
grievances
while
he
was
examining
his
feet
.
"
No
matter
,
"
said
Little
Toomai
,
turning
up
the
fringe
of
Kala
Nag
's
huge
right
ear
.
"
They
have
said
my
name
to
Petersen
Sahib
,
and
perhaps
--
and
perhaps
--
and
perhaps
--
who
knows
?
Hai
!
That
is
a
big
thorn
that
I
have
pulled
out
!
"
The
next
few
days
were
spent
in
getting
the
elephants
together
,
in
walking
the
newly
caught
wild
elephants
up
and
down
between
a
couple
of
tame
ones
to
prevent
them
giving
too
much
trouble
on
the
downward
march
to
the
plains
,
and
in
taking
stock
of
the
blankets
and
ropes
and
things
that
had
been
worn
out
or
lost
in
the
forest
.
Petersen
Sahib
came
in
on
his
clever
she-elephant
Pudmini
;
he
had
been
paying
off
other
camps
among
the
hills
,
for
the
season
was
coming
to
an
end
,
and
there
was
a
native
clerk
sitting
at
a
table
under
a
tree
,
to
pay
the
drivers
their
wages
.
As
each
man
was
paid
he
went
back
to
his
elephant
,
and
joined
the
line
that
stood
ready
to
start
.
The
catchers
,
and
hunters
,
and
beaters
,
the
men
of
the
regular
Keddah
,
who
stayed
in
the
jungle
year
in
and
year
out
,
sat
on
the
backs
of
the
elephants
that
belonged
to
Petersen
Sahib
's
permanent
force
,
or
leaned
against
the
trees
with
their
guns
across
their
arms
,
and
made
fun
of
the
drivers
who
were
going
away
,
and
laughed
when
the
newly
caught
elephants
broke
the
line
and
ran
about
.
Big
Toomai
went
up
to
the
clerk
with
Little
Toomai
behind
him
,
and
Machua
Appa
,
the
head
tracker
,
said
in
an
undertone
to
a
friend
of
his
,
"
There
goes
one
piece
of
good
elephant
stuff
at
least
.
'
Tis
a
pity
to
send
that
young
jungle-cock
to
molt
in
the
plains
.
"
Now
Petersen
Sahib
had
ears
all
over
him
,
as
a
man
must
have
who
listens
to
the
most
silent
of
all
living
things
--
the
wild
elephant
.
He
turned
where
he
was
lying
all
along
on
Pudmini
's
back
and
said
,
"
What
is
that
?
I
did
not
know
of
a
man
among
the
plains-drivers
who
had
wit
enough
to
rope
even
a
dead
elephant
.
"
"
This
is
not
a
man
,
but
a
boy
.
He
went
into
the
Keddah
at
the
last
drive
,
and
threw
Barmao
there
the
rope
,
when
we
were
trying
to
get
that
young
calf
with
the
blotch
on
his
shoulder
away
from
his
mother
.
"
