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Updated: June 27, 2025
It meant a fight an open fight between the wild herd and the caravan. The wild herd would never give Mitha Baba over to her own they would surely fight to keep her. Everything tightened in the Gul Moti and locked hard. She had known most of the caravan elephants all her life what would happen to them?
But the wild herd broke away and ran shrieking up into the Vindha Hills. Coming down from Mitha Baba's neck between Skag's hands, the Gul Moti smiled into his anguished eyes. "Carlin! Are you safe?" he asked. "Safe now!" she answered. The tone of that low "now" startled him. "Where have you been?" he breathed. "Far " she said, "very far!" "But where?" he questioned.
It had been dark before now it was utterly dark! Suddenly the Gul Moti was aware of a strong earth-smell. There was no stench about. It had a quality of incense made of tree-gums and sandalwood and perfume-barks, all together. Then a dull thudding caught her ear almost rhythmic. . . . The earth-smells deepened and the thudding thickened.
Ed Bates used to go trout-fishing, with a tremendously long pole, in a meadow brook near the river; and when the trout didn't bite right off, Ed would get mad, and as soon as one took hold he would give an awful jerk, sending the fish more than three hundred feet into the air and landing it in the bushes the other side of the meadow, crying out, "Gul darn ye, I'll learn ye."
"I don't know as I shall need to say anything myself," answered the little man, at his dryest. "Leave that to you." "Well, I can tell you," returned his wife, "I'm not goin' nea' them again; and if you think What did you ask the woman, anyway?" "I asked her," he said, "if she wanted to let the gul come and see you about some sewing you had to have done, and she said she did."
Indeed, the Gul Moti was depending much on this same willfulness. The splendid female was still young, but she had been for years a celebrated toiler of wild elephants; and it was well known she had loved the game. Had she forgotten it? Could she be reminded? First, it was supremely important to overtake all the others this side the Nerbudda.
I guess it's about as bad." Lander glimmered back at the man, but did not speak. "Kind of a machinist down at the Mills, where he come from," the farmer began again, and Mrs. Lander, eager not to be left out of the affair for a moment, interrupted: "Yes, Yes! That's what the gul said." "But he don't seem to think't the i'on agreed with him, and now he's goin' in for wood.
The men had Kells half turned over with the flesh of his back exposed. "Aw, Gul, it's whisky he needs," said one. "If you let out any more blood he'll croak sure," protested another. "Look how weak he is," said Red Pearce. "It's a hell of a lot you know," roared Gulden. "I served my time but that's none of your business.... Look here! See that blue spot!"
For having introduced tea into Western Asia the inhabitants of the land of "the gul and the bulbul" claim the secret of making a perfect infusion of the celestial leaves. He is no longer the embodiment of Tom Moore's Heroic Guebre, this tea-vending Irani, and his apron forbids the suggestion that he has any association with Gao, the subverter of a monarchy and the slayer of the tyrant Zuhhac.
He drew her to his breast. "Good night. O my Gul Bahar!" She went lightly away, never dreaming of the parliament to which she left him. When she was gone, he sat motionless for near an hour, seeing nothing in the time, although Syama set water and wine on the table. And it may be questioned if he heard anything, except the fierce debate going on in his heart.
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