The ivory king : $b A popular history of the elephant and its alliesHolder, Charles Frederick
History
The ivory king : $b A popular history of the elephant and its allies
Holder, Charles Frederick
Elephants
All seemingly isolated elephants are looked upon with suspicion, as, when
met, they often rush to the attack, and prove dangerous enemies. The real
rogue is usually a vicious tusker, such as _Mandla_, an elephant that was
owned near Jubbulpore, Central Provinces. This brute was supposed to be
mad, and, in 1875, suddenly developed a taste for human victims,—rushing
at them at sight, attacking houses, or any object that excited its ire,
and ultimately killing a large number of persons. This monster not only
killed its victims, but is said to have eaten them, tearing the bodies
limb from limb, and was known before its death as the man-eater. This
is probably an exaggeration; the fact being, that the elephant took the
victim in its mouth while it tore him in pieces, the demoralized natives
thinking that it was eating him. An organized hunt was made for this
elephant, and it was finally killed by two English officers.
A few years ago elephants in various parts of India, especially about
Morlay, became so fearless, that they entered fields adjoining the towns,
and did great damage; some, showing the disposition of the typical rogue,
could hardly be driven away. In one case in India, a number of Oopligas
drove a herd into the hills with their horns and tomtoms; and, a heavy
rain coming on, they thought it hardly necessary to keep up the guard, so
retired from the field. In the morning, they found that a valuable lot
of the Indian maize (_Sorghum vulgare_) had been destroyed, the entire
herd returning as soon as the noise had ceased. Mr. Sanderson caught this
entire herd in 1874.
About thirty years before the man-eating elephant was heard of, a male
rogue elephant created great devastation in the fields of the Morlayites.
It was continually breaking into their rice; but one morning, being
seen near a village, the entire population turned out, and with hue and
cry gave chase. The rogue, who was also a coward, dashed away, rushing
blindly into a marsh, or morass, and soon sank to its knees in soft mud,
and was almost completely at the mercy of the pursuers. They surrounded
it, and rained stones and other missiles upon it; and finally, one
native, more revengeful and cruel than the others, threw some lighted
straw upon the poor creature’s back. The terrible wounds seemed to
spur it to greater exertions; and it finally escaped, and ultimately
recovered, being often seen and recognized by its scars.
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