The Elephant God | Page 2

CASSERLY.

CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I.--THE SECRET MISSION 3
II.--A ROGUE ELEPHANT 20
III.--A GIRL OF THE TERAI 35
IV.--THE MADNESS OF BADSHAH 59
V.--THE DEATH-PLACE 79
VI.--A DRAMATIC INTRODUCTION 95
VII.--IN THE RAJAH'S PALACE 117
VIII.--A BHUTTIA RAID 137
IX.--THE RESCUE OF NOREEN 155
X.--A STRANGE HOME-COMING 175
XI.--THE MAKING OF A GOD 193
XII.--THE LURE OF THE HILLS 213
XIII.--THE PLEASURE COLONY 231
XIV.--THE TANGLED SKEIN OF LOVE 248
XV.--THE FEAST OF THE GODDESS KALI 267
XVI.--THE PALACE OF DEATH 286

XVII.--A TRAP 309
XVIII.--THE CAT AND THE TIGER 330
XIX.--TEMPEST 351
XX.--THE GOD OF THE ELEPHANTS 377

THE ELEPHANT GOD
CHAPTER I
THE SECRET MISSION
"The letters, sahib," said the post orderly, blocking up the doorway of
the bungalow.
Kevin Dermot put down his book as the speaker, a Punjaubi
Mohammedan in white undress, slipped off his loose native shoes and
entered the room barefoot, as is the custom in India.
"For this one a receipt is needed," continued the sepoy, holding out a
long official envelope registered and insured and addressed, like all the
others, to "The Officer Commanding, Ranga Duar, Eastern Bengal."
Major Dermot signed the receipt and handed it to the man. As he did so
the scream of an elephant in pain came to his ears.
"What is that?" he asked the post orderly.
"It is the mahout, Chand Khan, beating his hathi (elephant), sahib,"
replied the sepoy looking out.
Dermot threw the unopened letters on the table, and, going out on the
verandah of his bungalow, gazed down on the parade ground which lay
a hundred feet below. Beyond it at the foot of the small hill on which
stood the Fort was a group of trees, to two of which a transport

elephant was shackled by a fore and a hind leg in such a way as to
render it powerless. Its mahout, or driver, keeping out of reach of its
trunk, was beating it savagely on the head with a bamboo. Mad with
rage, the man, a grey-bearded old Mohammedan, swung the long stick
with both hands and brought it down again and again with all his force.
From the gateway of the Fort above the havildar, or native sergeant, of
the guard shouted to the mahout to desist. But the angry man ignored
him and continued to belabour his unfortunate animal, which, at the
risk of dislocating its leg, struggled wildly to free itself and screamed
shrilly each time that the bamboo fell. This surprised Dermont, for an
elephant's skull is so thick that a blow even from the ankus or iron goad
used to drive it, is scarcely felt.
The puzzled officer re-entered the bungalow and brought out a pair of
field-glasses, which revealed the reason of the poor tethered brute's
screams. For they showed that in the end of the bamboo were stuck
long, sharp nails which pierced and tore the flesh of its head.
Major Dermot was not only a keen sportsman and a lover of animals,
but he had an especial liking for elephants, of which he had had much
experience. So with a muttered oath he put down the binoculars and,
seizing his helmet, ran down the steep slope from his bungalow to the
parade ground. As he went he shouted to the mahout to stop. But the
man was too engrossed in his brutality to hear him or the havildar, who
repeated the Major's order. It was not until Dermot actually seized his
arm and dragged him back that he perceived his commanding officer.
Dropping the bamboo he strove to justify his ill-treatment of the
elephant by alleging some petty act of disobedience on its part.
His excuses were cut short.
"Choop raho! (Be silent!) You are not fit to have charge of an animal,"
cried the indignant officer, picking up and examining the cruel weapon.
The sharp points of the nails were stained with blood, and morsels of
skin and flesh adhered to them. Dermot felt a strong inclination to
thrash the brutal mahout with the unarmed end of the bamboo, but,
restraining himself, he turned to the elephant. With the instinct of its
kind it was scraping a little pile of dust together with its toes, snuffing

it up in its trunk and blowing it on the bleeding cuts on its lacerated
head.
"You poor beast! You mustn't do that. We'll find something better for
you," said the Major compassionately.
He called across the parade ground to his white-clad Mussulman butler,
who was looking down at him from the bungalow.
"Bring that fruit off my table," he said in Hindustani. "Also the little
medicine chest and a bowl of water."
When the servant had brought them Dermot approached the elephant.
"Khubbadar--(take care)--sahib!" cried a coolie, the mahout's assistant.
"He is suffering and angry.