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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Not any belonging to Hurda; but our Chief Commissioner has forty Government elephants in his stockades the finest ever. Neela Deo, the Blue God who is the leader of the caravan the mahouts say there isn't an elephant in the world to touch him; and Mitha Baba and Gunpat Rao they're famous in all India. And Nut Kut; indeed, Skag Sahib, you should see Nut Kut.
"The meaning of our journey appears to him, Sahib; from our minds, from the thief ahead and from the great dog, the thing that we do is appearing to him. He knows the way see " Nels had come in from the lateral and found that Gunpat Rao was right. An amazing point to Skag, this.
Then Chakkra shouted: "Gunpat Rao, prince of Vindha declares the chase is on! Hold fast, Sahib, we go!" The earth rose up and the heavens tipped. There was no foundation; the bulwarks of earth's crust had given away. The landscape was racing past but backward and Nels, yet ahead, was a still, whirring streak.
Gunpat Rao was returned to the Deputy Sahib with an amulet to add to his trophy-winnings; and a sentence or two that might have been taken from the record of Neela Deo himself. The thief elephant was found to be a runaway that had fallen into native hands. And Nels was restored to Bhanah by the way of the heart of Carlin Deal. . . .
That was the day of the chase on the great young elephant Gunpat Rao, the day in which the story of the monster Kabuli unfolded. The face of the man at the mountain station and the sentence of the woman were completely erased from his surface consciousness, as the memory of an illness. That was months away, and life had been very full in between. . . .
Skag saw Nels lose his tread in the deepening centre, swing down with the current an instant and then strike his balance, swimming. Here was coolness and silence. To-night he would know. To-night, if he did not have Carlin . . . Gunpat Rao stood shoulder-deep in the stream.
Holy Nerbudda herself weaved the snare. . . . The hand of destiny is ours, Sahib. Nay, mine, not thine! Did not the Deputy Commissioner Sahib say by necessity? . . . Plunge in! . . . Hai, but softly. Prince of thy kind, take the water softly, I say " And Gunpat Rao entered the river at a swimming stroke. Skag's eyes had hardly turned from the great red howdah.
Bracing themselves to witness his defeat, expecting to see his bitter death in the end, yet the bad one's method at the start maddened them beyond control. "He was bred in the Pit!" one mahout called. "His father was Depravity!" another called back. And they cursed him with the curses of the Hills. Chakkra, who was Gunpat Rao's mahout, was a plucky little man; but his face had gone old.
Then Chakkra informed Skag that Kudrat Sharif, Neela Deo's mahout, was the third of his line to serve the Blue God, who was not yet nearly in the ictus of his power and beauty; while he, Chakkra, was the only mahout Gunpat Rao had known since he came down from the Vindhian trap-stockades, where he was snared. He was about thirty years younger than Neela Deo, the King.
It was Nut Kut, the great black elephant not long down from his own wilds among the Vindha Hills, who left his station first and moved on out into the night. Gunpat Rao followed him. . . . One by one they filed away. Indeed, there was not one shrub left to bar their path. But in this falling of calamity upon their so successful foolish plan, the mahouts were stricken desperate.
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