Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 18th century -- Fiction; Nore Mutiny, 1797 -- Fiction
At this moment one of the herd, startled at the near approach of the
cavalcade, rose from the stagnant pool, where he had been lying, and
presented his immense carcass, covered with mud, to Prose's wondering
eyes.
"Lord, Molly, what a fish!" exclaimed Courtenay, with affected surprise,
alluding to an old standing naval joke.
"Now, is that a fish?" cried Prose, a little alarmed. "Well, I do
declare! I say, Mr Interpreter, what is that thing?"
"Call him buffalo, sar."
"Well, I do declare! I always thought that buffaloes were animals that
lived on shore."
"Nothing like travelling, Mr Prose," observed Courtenay; "you'll know a
buffalo, now, if ever you happen to hook one, when you are fishing out
of the fore-chains."
"And you'll remember a high-caste monkey, if ever you meet with one
again," added Seymour.
"That I shall, all the days of my life."
The country, as they proceeded inland, materially altered its features.
Forests of large trees and fragments of rocks met their view, instead of
the paddy-fields, which they had left behind; and Macallan now wished to
descend, that he might collect geological specimens. Explaining his
reasons, he desired the interpreter to order the elephant to stop.
"Suppose gentleman want stones, elephant give them," replied the
interpreter; "no occasion for Saib to get off;" and explaining the
doctor's wishes to the conductor of the elephant, the knowledge of which
occasioned a laugh among the natives, who could not conceive why the
doctor should want the stones, he continued, "Now, sar, you point any
stone you want."
The doctor did so; and the conductor, speaking to the elephant, the
proboscis of the sagacious animal immediately handed up the one pointed
out, to his conductor, who passed it to Macallan.
For more than an hour the doctor amused himself with breaking and
examining the different specimens presented to him, until he passed by
an isolated mass, whose component parts, glittering in the sun, made him
anxious to obtain a specimen. It was a large rock, about the size of
six elephants, and the doctor pointed to it.
"Ah, sar!" interrupted the interpreter; "elephant very strong beast, but
no lift that."
"I did not imagine that he would, but I must dismount to examine it,"
replied Macallan, gravely, who was absorbed in his scientific pursuits.
The elephant stopped; and the doctor, not aware of the great height,
attempted to slip down his side; he succeeded in reaching the ground,
not exactly on his feet, to the great amusement of the party.
Regardless of trifles, when in pursuit of science, he desired Prose to
throw him down his bag of implements, and proceeded to the object of his
investigation, which appeared to him so peculiar, that he requested the
others to continue their excursion, and leave him to be picked up on
their return.
"Ah, massa! like stop this place?" said the interpreter.
"Yes," replied the doctor.
"Do you really intend to remain here?" inquired Courtenay.
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