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After inspection, the two would 'come up with a song from the sea, Moti Guj all black and shining, waving a torn tree branch twelve feet long in his trunk, and Deesa knotting up his own long wet hair. It was a peaceful, well-paid life till Deesa felt the return of the desire to drink deep. He wished for an orgie. The little draughts that led nowhere were taking the manhood out of him.

'Call up your beast, said the planter, and Deesa shouted in the mysterious elephant-language, that some mahouts believe came from China at the birth of the world, when elephants and not men were masters. Moti Guj heard and came. Elephants do not gallop. They move from spots at varying rates of speed.

'Call up your beast, said the planter, and Deesa shouted in the mysterious elephant-language, that some mahouts believe came from China at the birth of the world, when elephants and not men were masters. Moti Guj heard and came. Elephants do not gallop. They move from spots at varying rates of speed.

Deesa sat on Moti Guj's neck and gave him orders, while Moti Guj rooted up the stumps for he owned a magnificent pair of tusks; or pulled at the end of a rope for he had a magnificent pair of shoulders, while Deesa kicked him behind the ears and said he was the king of elephants.

'Light of my heart, Protector of the Drunken, Mountain of Might, give ear, said Deesa, standing in front of him. Moti Guj gave ear, and saluted with his trunk. 'I am going away, said Deesa. Moti Guj's eyes twinkled. He liked jaunts as well as his master. One could snatch all manner of nice things from the roadside then. 'But you, you fubsy old pig, must stay behind and work.

None the less he worked well, and the planter wondered. Deesa had vagabonded along the roads till he met a marriage procession of his own caste and, drinking, dancing, and tippling, had drifted past all knowledge of the lapse of time. The morning of the eleventh day dawned, and there returned no Deesa. Moti Guj was loosed from his ropes for the daily stint.

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