The Memoirs of Admiral Lord BeresfordBeresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
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The Memoirs of Admiral Lord Beresford
Beresford, Charles William De la Poer Beresford, Baron
Admirals -- Great Britain -- Biography; Great Britain -- History, Naval -- 19th century
I submitted that he might be on the engine, and went to see. Sure
enough, the Duke was sitting on the rail, his red shirt flung open, his
sun-helmet on the back of his head. In either black fist he grasped a
handful of cotton waste, with which he was mopping up the perspiration
of honest toil. He hurried to his carriage to change into uniform; and
presently appeared, buttoning his tunic with one hand. In the other he
still grasped a skein of cotton waste. The Prince looked at him.
"Can nothing be done?" said the Prince sadly.
The great elephant hunt in Nepal took place on the 25th February, 1876,
under the auspices of Sir Jung Bahadur (afterwards the Maharaja Sir
Jung Bahadur, G.C.B., G.C.S.I.). A herd of wild elephants, captained
by a male of gigantic size and valour, who had already vanquished Sir
Jung's most formidable righting elephants, had been tracked down in the
forest. Sir Jung determined that, come what would, he should be
captured. Sir Jung led the Prince and several of his suite, all well
mounted on horses, into the forest, to the rendezvous, to which the
wild herd was to be driven. But in the meantime, the big elephant had
given the hunters the slip.
I was of the hunting party, and I had the stiffest run of {165} my
life, and at the end of it there were left besides myself only my
companion--I think he was Mr. Greenwood--and six Indian notables.
Mounted on swift pad elephants, we pursued that tremendous beast at top
speed from four o'clock in the morning till six in the evening,
bursting through the jungle, splashing through rivers, climbing the
rocky steeps of hills upon which there appeared to be no foothold
except for monkeys, and down which the elephants slid upon their
bellies. So we rode hour after hour, hanging on the ropes secured to
the _guddee_, lying flat upon the steed's back to avoid being scraped
off his back by branches, until the quarry, escaping us ran straight
into Sir Jung Bahadur's party of horsemen.
There, in an open space set with sword-like reeds, stood the elephant,
his flanks heaving, his head and trunk moving from side to side. He
had one huge tusk and the stump of the other.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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