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"
Ohe
,
little
one
.
Art
thou
there
?
Well
,
I
will
tell
thee
,
for
thou
hast
a
cool
head
.
They
will
dance
,
and
it
behooves
thy
father
,
who
has
swept
all
the
hills
of
all
the
elephants
,
to
double-chain
his
pickets
to-night
.
"
"
What
talk
is
this
?
"
said
Big
Toomai
.
"
For
forty
years
,
father
and
son
,
we
have
tended
elephants
,
and
we
have
never
heard
such
moonshine
about
dances
.
"
"
Yes
;
but
a
plainsman
who
lives
in
a
hut
knows
only
the
four
walls
of
his
hut
.
Well
,
leave
thy
elephants
unshackled
tonight
and
see
what
comes
.
As
for
their
dancing
,
I
have
seen
the
place
where
--
Bapree-bap
!
How
many
windings
has
the
Dihang
River
?
Here
is
another
ford
,
and
we
must
swim
the
calves
.
Stop
still
,
you
behind
there
.
"
And
in
this
way
,
talking
and
wrangling
and
splashing
through
the
rivers
,
they
made
their
first
march
to
a
sort
of
receiving
camp
for
the
new
elephants
.
But
they
lost
their
tempers
long
before
they
got
there
.
Then
the
elephants
were
chained
by
their
hind
legs
to
their
big
stumps
of
pickets
,
and
extra
ropes
were
fitted
to
the
new
elephants
,
and
the
fodder
was
piled
before
them
,
and
the
hill
drivers
went
back
to
Petersen
Sahib
through
the
afternoon
light
,
telling
the
plains
drivers
to
be
extra
careful
that
night
,
and
laughing
when
the
plains
drivers
asked
the
reason
.
Little
Toomai
attended
to
Kala
Nag
's
supper
,
and
as
evening
fell
,
wandered
through
the
camp
,
unspeakably
happy
,
in
search
of
a
tom-tom
.
When
an
Indian
child
's
heart
is
full
,
he
does
not
run
about
and
make
a
noise
in
an
irregular
fashion
.
He
sits
down
to
a
sort
of
revel
all
by
himself
.
And
Little
Toomai
had
been
spoken
to
by
Petersen
Sahib
!
If
he
had
not
found
what
he
wanted
,
I
believe
he
would
have
been
ill
.
But
the
sweetmeat
seller
in
the
camp
lent
him
a
little
tom-tom
--
a
drum
beaten
with
the
flat
of
the
hand
--
and
he
sat
down
,
cross-legged
,
before
Kala
Nag
as
the
stars
began
to
come
out
,
the
tom-tom
in
his
lap
,
and
he
thumped
and
he
thumped
and
he
thumped
,
and
the
more
he
thought
of
the
great
honor
that
had
been
done
to
him
,
the
more
he
thumped
,
all
alone
among
the
elephant
fodder
.
There
was
no
tune
and
no
words
,
but
the
thumping
made
him
happy
.
The
new
elephants
strained
at
their
ropes
,
and
squealed
and
trumpeted
from
time
to
time
,
and
he
could
hear
his
mother
in
the
camp
hut
putting
his
small
brother
to
sleep
with
an
old
,
old
song
about
the
great
God
Shiv
,
who
once
told
all
the
animals
what
they
should
eat
.
It
is
a
very
soothing
lullaby
,
and
the
first
verse
says
:
Shiv
,
who
poured
the
harvest
and
made
the
winds
to
blow
,
Sitting
at
the
doorways
of
a
day
of
long
ago
,
