The Wild Elephant and the Method of Capturing and Taming it in CeylonTennent, James Emerson, Sir
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The Wild Elephant and the Method of Capturing and Taming it in Ceylon
Tennent, James Emerson, Sir
Elephants -- Sri Lanka
As long as the tame ones stood beside him the poor animal remained
comparatively calm and almost passive under his distress, but the
moment they moved off, and he was left utterly alone, he made the most
surprising efforts to set himself free and rejoin his companions. He
felt the ropes with his trunk and tried to untie the numerous knots;
he drew backwards to liberate his fore-legs, then leaned forward to
extricate the hind ones, till every branch of the tall tree quivered
with his struggles. He screamed in anguish, with his proboscis raised
high in air, then falling on his side he laid his head to the ground,
first his cheek and then his brow, and pressed down his doubled-in
trunk as though he would force it into the earth; then suddenly
rising he balanced himself on his forehead and fore-legs, holding his
hind-feet fairly off the ground. This scene of distress continued
some hours, with occasional pauses of apparent stupor, after which
the struggle was from time to time renewed convulsively, and as if
by some sudden impulse; but at last the vain strife subsided, and the
poor animal remained perfectly motionless, the image of exhaustion and
despair.
Meanwhile Ranghani presented himself in front of the Governor’s stage
to claim the accustomed largesse for tying the first elephant. He was
rewarded by a shower of rupees, and retired to resume his perilous
duties in the corral.
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The rest of the herd were now in a state of pitiable dejection, and
pressed closely together as if under a sense of common misfortune. For
the most part they stood at rest in a compact body, fretful and uneasy.
At intervals one more impatient than the rest would move out a few
steps to reconnoitre; the others would follow at first slowly, then at
a quicker pace, and at last the whole herd would rush off furiously to
renew the often-baffled attempt to storm the stockade.
There was a strange combination of the sublime and the ridiculous in
these abortive onsets; the appearance of prodigious power in their
ponderous limbs, coupled with the almost ludicrous shuffle of their
clumsy gait, and the fury of their apparently resistless charge,
converted in an instant into timid retreat. They rushed madly down
the enclosure, their backs arched, their tails extended, their ears
spread, and their trunks raised high above their heads, trumpeting and
uttering shrill screams, yet when one step further would have dashed
the opposing fence into fragments, they stopped short on a few white
rods being pointed at them through the paling;[131] and, on catching
the derisive shouts of the crowd, they turned in utter discomfiture,
and after an objectless circle through the corral, they paced slowly
back to their melancholy halting-place in the shade.
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