The Jungle Book eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Jungle Book.

The Jungle Book eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 198 pages of information about The Jungle Book.

“Hear him!” said the other driver.  “We have swept the hills!  Ho!  Ho!  You are very wise, you plains people.  Anyone but a mud-head who never saw the jungle would know that they know that the drives are ended for the season.  Therefore all the wild elephants to-night will—­but why should I waste wisdom on a river-turtle?”

“What will they do?” Little Toomai called out.

“Ohe, little one.  Art thou there?  Well, I will tell thee, for thou hast a cool head.  They will dance, and it behooves thy father, who has swept all the hills of all the elephants, to double-chain his pickets to-night.”

“What talk is this?” said Big Toomai.  “For forty years, father and son, we have tended elephants, and we have never heard such moonshine about dances.”

“Yes; but a plainsman who lives in a hut knows only the four walls of his hut.  Well, leave thy elephants unshackled tonight and see what comes.  As for their dancing, I have seen the place where—­Bapree-bap!  How many windings has the Dihang River?  Here is another ford, and we must swim the calves.  Stop still, you behind there.”

And in this way, talking and wrangling and splashing through the rivers, they made their first march to a sort of receiving camp for the new elephants.  But they lost their tempers long before they got there.

Then the elephants were chained by their hind legs to their big stumps of pickets, and extra ropes were fitted to the new elephants, and the fodder was piled before them, and the hill drivers went back to Petersen Sahib through the afternoon light, telling the plains drivers to be extra careful that night, and laughing when the plains drivers asked the reason.

Little Toomai attended to Kala Nag’s supper, and as evening fell, wandered through the camp, unspeakably happy, in search of a tom-tom.  When an Indian child’s heart is full, he does not run about and make a noise in an irregular fashion.  He sits down to a sort of revel all by himself.  And Little Toomai had been spoken to by Petersen Sahib!  If he had not found what he wanted, I believe he would have been ill.  But the sweetmeat seller in the camp lent him a little tom-tom—­a drum beaten with the flat of the hand—­and he sat down, cross-legged, before Kala Nag as the stars began to come out, the tom-tom in his lap, and he thumped and he thumped and he thumped, and the more he thought of the great honor that had been done to him, the more he thumped, all alone among the elephant fodder.  There was no tune and no words, but the thumping made him happy.

The new elephants strained at their ropes, and squealed and trumpeted from time to time, and he could hear his mother in the camp hut putting his small brother to sleep with an old, old song about the great God Shiv, who once told all the animals what they should eat.  It is a very soothing lullaby, and the first verse says: 

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