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Updated: August 28, 2024
Their speech was foreign to the wounded man, but he saw their purpose. He was clearly foredone with pain, but his vacant eyes kindled to slow anger, and he shook back his hair so that the bleeding broke out again on his forehead. He was as silent as an old tusker at bay. The ex-priest gave the word and the four closed in on him.
"The others are getting ready to leave. They are closing in. Perhaps we have to run away again." And that is just what the elephants had to do. "It is the hunters once more!" cried Tusker. "I smell the man-smell! The danger-smell comes down to me on the wind. We must hurry on.
"Quick, Umboo, come with me!" cried his mother. "That is Tusker calling us!" "What does he want?" asked Umboo. "He wants to tell us there is danger!" said Umboo's mother. "Hurry! Come with me back to the rest of the herd!" Not stopping to dig up any more roots, Umboo rushed off through the jungle after his mother, who hurried on ahead.
"Because Tusker smelled danger," answered Keedah, who was with the other small elephants where they were gathered together, the older ones about them. "He smelled white and black hunters, with guns, and they are coming to shoot us, Tusker says. So he called a warning to all of us." "I heard it away off where I was digging up roots," said Umboo. "But did Tusker see the hunters with their guns?"
"But we won't go until he is strong enough," said Umboo's father. "Here," he said to Mrs. Stumptail, "eat this branch of palm nuts. They are good and sweet. Eat them while I go and see Old Tusker. I'll tell him not to start to lead the herd to another part of the jungle until Umboo is stronger."
One of the decoys which rendered good service, and was obviously held in special awe by the wild herd, was a tusker belonging to Dehigame Rata-mahatmeya.
His knees touched Nels; his left hand was stretched back to hold Carlin in her place. There was no word, no sound and that was the last second of the tableau. The tusker broke the picture. Flick of the head, a snort and he wasn't there. He wasn't on the lance!
I let them get on a little distance from the brake, and then with my 'Express' I rolled over the tusker and one of his companions, and just then the General shouted out to me, 'There's the tiger!
The child was very fearless, but the only elephant he was allowed to approach was a venerable tusker named "Warren Hastings," the very identical elephant on which Warren Hastings made his first entry into Calcutta. "Warren" was supposed to be nearly 200 years old, and his temper could be absolutely relied on.
The one in front was a tusker with golden caps and chains on his glistening ivory, and a howdah on his back like a miniature pagoda a great gray monster, old in the service of three Rajput generations, and more conscious of his dignity than years.
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