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Gave
to
each
his
portion
,
food
and
toil
and
fate
,
From
the
King
upon
the
guddee
to
the
Beggar
at
the
gate
.
All
things
made
he
--
Shiva
the
Preserver
.
Mahadeo
!
Mahadeo
!
He
made
all
--
Thorn
for
the
camel
,
fodder
for
the
kine
,
And
mother
's
heart
for
sleepy
head
,
O
little
son
of
mine
!
Little
Toomai
came
in
with
a
joyous
tunk-a-tunk
at
the
end
of
each
verse
,
till
he
felt
sleepy
and
stretched
himself
on
the
fodder
at
Kala
Nag
's
side
.
At
last
the
elephants
began
to
lie
down
one
after
another
as
is
their
custom
,
till
only
Kala
Nag
at
the
right
of
the
line
was
left
standing
up
;
and
he
rocked
slowly
from
side
to
side
,
his
ears
put
forward
to
listen
to
the
night
wind
as
it
blew
very
slowly
across
the
hills
.
The
air
was
full
of
all
the
night
noises
that
,
taken
together
,
make
one
big
silence
--
the
click
of
one
bamboo
stem
against
the
other
,
the
rustle
of
something
alive
in
the
undergrowth
,
the
scratch
and
squawk
of
a
half-waked
bird
(
birds
are
awake
in
the
night
much
more
often
than
we
imagine
)
,
and
the
fall
of
water
ever
so
far
away
.
Little
Toomai
slept
for
some
time
,
and
when
he
waked
it
was
brilliant
moonlight
,
and
Kala
Nag
was
still
standing
up
with
his
ears
cocked
.
Little
Toomai
turned
,
rustling
in
the
fodder
,
and
watched
the
curve
of
his
big
back
against
half
the
stars
in
heaven
,
and
while
he
watched
he
heard
,
so
far
away
that
it
sounded
no
more
than
a
pinhole
of
noise
pricked
through
the
stillness
,
the
"
hoot-toot
"
of
a
wild
elephant
.
All
the
elephants
in
the
lines
jumped
up
as
if
they
had
been
shot
,
and
their
grunts
at
last
waked
the
sleeping
mahouts
,
and
they
came
out
and
drove
in
the
picket
pegs
with
big
mallets
,
and
tightened
this
rope
and
knotted
that
till
all
was
quiet
.
One
new
elephant
had
nearly
grubbed
up
his
picket
,
and
Big
Toomai
took
off
Kala
Nag
's
leg
chain
and
shackled
that
elephant
fore-foot
to
hind-foot
,
but
slipped
a
loop
of
grass
string
round
Kala
Nag
's
leg
,
and
told
him
to
remember
that
he
was
tied
fast
.
He
knew
that
he
and
his
father
and
his
grandfather
had
done
the
very
same
thing
hundreds
of
times
before
.
Kala
Nag
did
not
answer
to
the
order
by
gurgling
,
as
he
usually
did
.
He
stood
still
,
looking
out
across
the
moonlight
,
his
head
a
little
raised
and
his
ears
spread
like
fans
,
up
to
the
great
folds
of
the
Garo
hills
.
"
Tend
to
him
if
he
grows
restless
in
the
night
,
"
said
Big
Toomai
to
Little
Toomai
,
and
he
went
into
the
hut
and
slept
.
Little
Toomai
was
just
going
to
sleep
,
too
,
when
he
heard
the
coir
string
snap
with
a
little
"
tang
,
"
and
Kala
Nag
rolled
out
of
his
pickets
as
slowly
and
as
silently
as
a
cloud
rolls
out
of
the
mouth
of
a
valley
.
