Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeonMukerji, Dhan Gopal
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Gay-Neck : $b The story of a pigeon
Mukerji, Dhan Gopal
India -- Juvenile literature; Pigeons -- Juvenile literature
During the stay of the Indian Army in Flanders from September 1914 till
the following spring, Ghond remained near General Headquarters with his
cage, while Hira or Gay-Neck was taken by different units to the front.
There from time to time messages were written on thin paper weighing
no more than an ounce and were tied to his feet; then he was released.
He, Gay-Neck, invariably flew to Ghond at the general headquarters
of the Army. There the message was deciphered and answered by the
Commander-in-Chief himself. It is rumoured that the latter personage
loved Gay-Neck and valued his services highly.
But it is better to listen to Gay-Neck's own story. As the experiences
of a dream cannot be told except by the dreamer, so some of the
adventures of Gay-Neck he should recount in person.
"After we crossed the black water--the Indian ocean and the
Mediterranean--we travelled by rail through a very strange country.
Though it was September, yet that country--France--was cold as
Southern India in the winter. I expected to see snow-capped mountains
and giant trees, for I thought I was nearing the Himalayas. But no
hills higher than our tallest bamboo trees could I perceive on the
horizon. I do not see why a land has to be cold when it is not high.
"At last we reached the battle front. It turned out to be the rear
end of it, but even there you could hear the boom, boom, boom of the
fire-spitters. And, as a normal pigeon, I hate all fire-spitters no
matter of what size and shape. Those metal dogs barking and belching
out death were not to my liking. After I had been there a couple of
days our trial flight began. There were only four pigeons of our own
city besides Hira and myself. You know how rash Hira could be. No
sooner had we flown up above the houses of a large village than Hira
flew towards the direction of the boom, boom, boom. He wanted to
investigate. Well, in an hour's time we were there. Oh, what a noise!
Big balls of fire, spat out like thunderbolts by the metal dogs hidden
under trees, hissed and exploded below us. I was frightened, so I rose
higher and higher. But no peace there in the highest heavens could I
find. From nowhere came vast eagles roaring and growling like
trumpeting elephants. At such a terrific sight, we flew towards where
Ghond was waiting for us. But the eagles, two of them followed! We
went faster and faster. Fortunately they could not overtake us. Just
as we had expected, those eagles came down where we lived. I felt
death was at hand. Those eagles were going to devour us in our cages
like weasels. But no! They stopped trumpeting soon and lay down on the
field--dead. Two men each jumped out of the stomachs of those two birds
and walked away. I wondered how eagles could devour human beings. And
how could the fellows come out alive?
[Illustration: _No beast of prey can kill his victim without
frightening him first._]
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