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Updated: September 16, 2025
They thronged out the great Highway-of-all-India, meeting the caravan where the slow-moving elephants turned in from open jungle. Eagerly striving to see the Gul Moti's face, eagerly pointing at Neela Deo, yet it was a stranger silent multitude. Only many tears on many tears showed their feeling. The Gul Moti sat in Neela Deo's howdah, with the Chief Commissioner and Son-of-Power.
He wanted to know what the priests of Hanuman know about monkeys; and what mahouts of famous elephants like Neela Deo and Mithi Baba and Gunpat Rao of the Chief Commissioner's stockades, know about elephants. At this point one reflection was irresistible. The priests of Hanuman gave all they had care, patience, tenderness, even their lives, to the monkey people.
There was something grotesque about their hands, as they disappeared. With wild gestures and twisted-back faces many of them went out of sight. The elephants were surely their masters, in that hour. They all passed quite close to where the Chief Commissioner sat in Neela Deo's howdah.
Mitha Baba, the greatest female of the caravan, under her pale rose caparison and gold lacquered howdah with its curtains of frost-green, was beating the ground with angry feet and thrusting her head aside impatiently. Something was holding her. When he saw, the Chief Commissioner made haste to reach her leaving Kudrat Sharif, who was confident of keeping Neela Deo.
When he circled round, trying to get in on Neela Deo's side, the King was too quick for him forcing him out, forcing him further out; not permitting him to follow his chosen course, whatever direction he took. He came in with his peculiar art of approaches the jarring blow was there! He played all his lightning feints the shock that rocked him was a flash quicker!
In that case his presence in the land was a benediction beyond the benediction of twenty years of full rains. He might even be one of the high gods, incarnated to serve Vishnu the Great Preserver, if what they said was true, that he had been recognised by Neela Deo, the Blue god king of all the elephants in his own place." "Then, Ayah, fasten it all into one word."
Neela Deo had gone out to find the Gul Moti, carrying the Chief Commissioner and Son of Power. No one had come back. Calamity must have fallen. Men went out on horses to trace them. But it was certain priests of Hanuman who found the caravan first. They overheard talk of strange happenings; but more about Neela Deo's undreamed-of achievement.
I stayed on top of Neela Deo once when he ran home. It was not good sitting. I've never cared for the experience again. "As the jungle began to open toward Hurda, he was nervous. Of course I should have been more alive to his behaviour should have made out what was disturbing him. If we lose him, I shall feel very much responsible.
Now all is established concerning the time and the place and those who saw; and it will not be questioned by any save the very ignorant who are not considered in the telling of tales. So in the day of Neela Deo, most exalted King of all elephants, came a runner at the end of his last strength.
A shriek fairly split my head open and Neela Deo was dancing straight up and down on one spot. It was a thorough churning, but it was a change. "I should say his dance had lasted sixty seconds or more, before he himself spoke; then he put up his trunk and uttered a long strong blast. I've never heard anything like it; in eighteen years among elephants, I've never heard anything like it.
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