Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 745, April 6, 1878Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 745, April 6, 1878
Various
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‘Some male elephants have no tusks. These are called _hines_ by the
Burmese. The most powerful animal I ever had was one of them. He
was very tall, and in strength a perfect Samson among elephants. An
incident in his history is worth relating here, as I am on the subject.
In the month of January male elephants sometimes give trouble. Samson
had fallen into a capricious mood, under the influence of a little
siren belonging to the herd, and in a fit of jealousy he frightened
all the others so thoroughly one night that they broke their fetters
and made a bolt of it out of the timber-yard, with Samson in pursuit.
One unfortunate member who was on the sick-list at the time and had an
impediment in his walk, was bowled over and trampled on several times,
and was never fit for anything but the hospital afterwards. The others
took to the jungle, and it cost some money to recover them. Samson
remained in possession of the timber-yard for three whole days, no
living thing daring to venture near him.
‘I have watched a fowl that had thoughtlessly gone to scrape for its
morning meal on the accustomed spot in the rear of the elephant-shed,
run for its bare life, with Samson after it at full speed, trunk and
tail extended! Crowds of people used to collect daily, most of them at
a highly respectful distance however, to witness the giant keeping the
world at bay. Sometimes an adventurous native, out of pure mischief
would approach within thirty yards or so of him spear in hand, when
Samson would thump his trunk upon the ground and rush at the intruder,
who soon disappeared under the nearest verandah. The poor animal was
helpless against such tactics. They were to him what the deprivation of
sight was to his prototype; but the desire for revenge was there still,
and he tried his strength upon the posts of the building, attempting
to push them down. When he had failed in this, he deliberately set
about unroofing it with his trunk; whereupon the tormentor pricked his
legs from underneath the house with his spear, and made him desist.
After carrying on this game till he got tired, he walked off with his
companion one night to the jungle, and selected a spot for his future
residence close to a mud-pool.
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