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Updated: September 16, 2025
Every time Neela Deo put that little quirk into his trunk and slanted his head in that absurd angle Neela Deo, whose smooth dignity had never shown a wrinkle before they broke out afresh. This clown-play certainly brought the people back to earth; but it did something queer to the elephants.
Neela Deo staggered and swayed ever so slowly forward, with his head low and his trunk resting heavy and inert on Kudrat Sharif's shoulder; but he got in. After that no man saw him for sixteen weeks save the mahouts of his own stockades. But every morning the flower merchants sent huge mounds of flower garlands to comfort him.
It was after they had cared for the Gul Moti with the best they had water from a mountain stream and food Neela Deo had carried, in a shelter made of tender deodar tips, where she now slept on a bed made of the same that the mahouts told the Chief Commissioner and Skag, all they themselves had seen. By this time concern had spread from Hurda throughout the country.
Many of the fighting pairs broke away from each other, when they heard Neela Deo's charging challenge, as if agreeing that the destiny of all hung on the issue of his contest. This left most of the mahouts free to watch.
"In this case, Neela Deo measured his balance on a swing and when he found how far he dare go, he took his chance and struck the cat off with his own front leg. It's past belief if you know an elephant's anatomy." The Chief Commissioner broke off. Neela Deo had lurched and was wavering, as if about to go down.
The elephants turned out of their stations as Neela Deo passed them and came into their accustomed formation behind him. The tread of four times forty such ponderous feet, in perfect time with the music, shook the earth. The chorus told the story of the incredible manner of their Chief Commissioner's deliverance; it exalted his record and his character; it pledged the preservation of his fame.
You understand, they're all thoroughly trained. They answer their individual mahouts like a man's own fingers. Neela Deo is the only elephant I've heard of who has been known to run; I mean, to really run and then only when he's coming in from too many weeks out. "Few European men have ever seen an elephant run. Nothing alive can pass him on the ground but the great snake.
"Exalted in majesty, Defender of honour, protecting his own with strength! We will remember him!" "Neela Deo, Neela Deo, King of all elephants!" "He with the wisdom of ages. Destroyer of devastators, preserving his friend with blood! Our children shall not forget!" "He the Discerner of men, Equitable King! He the Discerner of evil, Invincible King!
It's practically worship, you understand; but the point is, it works! "The mahouts say Neela Deo did the thing for me; stood up and took it, till he could kill the beast without killing me. Oh, you'll never convince them otherwise. They'll make much of it. They're already pledged to establish it in tradition which means more than one would think.
But Neela Deo was at the pale one's heels his tusks not dangerous, having been shortened and banded. Yet they were sharp enough to make the pale one turn and defend himself. And desperately he fought, using every faculty of his nature every value of his wild fitness. Still the crook in him showed.
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