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Updated: June 26, 2025
One of the hard things the hunters shoot in their guns had hit me. Then another struck me in the leg." "Didn't any of you smell the hunter coming?" asked Mr. Stumptail. "Didn't you smell him and get out of the way?" "No," answered Bango, "none of us did. The wind was blowing the wrong way, I guess.
Stumptail swung around and started toward him. "Where in the world have you been?" she asked. "Why, Umboo! I have been so worried about you, and so has your father! We were just going out into the jungle to look for you." "That's what we were," said Tusker. "And hard work it would have been with night coming on. We want to travel to a new place, too, and looking for you would have held us back.
"I guess the only way to get the nuts is to break down the tree; but how can I do that?" he asked. "Your head is the strongest part of you," said Mrs. Stumptail. "See if you can knock the tree over." "Bang!" went Umboo's head against the tree. The tree shook and shivered, and a few nuts were knocked down, but not enough.
Then, giving the mother elephant a branch of palm nuts, which food the big jungle animals like best of all, Mr. Stumptail went to see Tusker, the oldest and largest elephant of the jungle he who always led the herd on the march. "My new little boy elephant is not quite strong enough to march, yet," said Mr. Stumptail to Tusker. "Can we wait here another day or two?" "Oh, yes, of course, Mr.
I see what has happened. The hunters made their fences in the jungle so we could only come this way this way into the trap. But we shall break out! "Come over here by me, Mr. Stumptail, and you too, Mr. One Tusk, and you also, Bumper Head. Come, we will rush at the fence of this trap and batter it down. In that way we can get out. We shall fool these hunters yet.
We can smell things a long way off, and when you are older you will get to know the difference between the sweet roots, under the ground, and the man- smell, which means danger. "Tusker smelled the man-smell, even though he could not see the white and black hunters, and then he trumpeted through his trunk to tell us all to run away," said Mrs. Stumptail.
"What is it?" asked Mr. Stumptail, and some of the others. "What is the matter now?" "I smell danger," cried Tusker. "I smell the man-smell, and that always means danger to us. There are hunters coming either black or white and they will have guns or bows and arrows to shoot us. We are near danger and we must go far away. Come, elephants away!"
But then if you don't ask questions how are you ever going to find out anything? "I can tell you how it feels to be shot," said a middle-aged elephant, who was hurrying along, next to Mr. Stumptail. "It hurts very much, Umboo! It hurts very much, and worse than a whole lot of big bugs biting you at once." "Were you ever shot?" asked Umboo.
"And I dug up some sweet roots," said the little elephant, "but I didn't have time to bring you any," he told his father. "Some other time will do," spoke Mr. Stumptail. "Hello, Tusker!" he called through his trunk to the old, big elephant. "Here they are now! Umboo and his mother have come back. We can all go hide in the jungle." "Why must we hide?" asked Umboo.
"We will have good times when we get to the salt springs," said Tusker to the other elephants. "There we can rest, and the hunters will not shoot us." "Yes, I am hungry for some salt," said Mrs. Stumptail, for she had been to the springs before, and so had many of the older animals. Along marched Tusker at the head of the herd, and after him came the others.
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