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Big Toomai heard him and grunted. "That thou shouldst never be one of these hill buffaloes of trackers. That was what he meant. Oh, you in front, what is blocking the way?"

An Assamese driver, two or three elephants ahead, turned round angrily, crying: "Bring up Kala Nag, and knock this youngster of mine into good behavior.

Why should Petersen Sahib have chosen me to go down with you donkeys of the rice fields? Lay your beast alongside, Toomai, and let him prod with his tusks.

By all the Gods of the Hills, these new elephants are possessed, or else they can smell their companions in the jungle." Kala Nag hit the new elephant in the ribs and knocked the wind out of him, as Big Toomai said, "We have swept the hills of wild elephants at the last catch.

It is only your carelessness in driving.

Must I keep order along the whole line?"

"Hear him!" said the other driver.

"We have swept the hills! Ho! Ho! You are very wise, you plains people.

Anyone but a mud-head who never saw the jungle would know that they know that the drives are ended for the season.

Therefore all the wild elephants to-night will-but why should I waste wisdom on a river-turtle?"

"What will they do?" Little Toomai called out.

"Ohe, little one. Art thou there? Well, I will tell thee, for thou hast a cool head. They will dance, and it behooves thy father, who has swept all the hills of all the elephants, to double-chain his pickets to-night."

"What talk is this?" said Big Toomai. "For forty years, father and son, we have tended elephants, and we have never heard such moonshine about dances."

"Yes; but a plainsman who lives in a hut knows only the four walls of his hut.

Well, leave thy elephants unshackled tonight and see what comes.

As for their dancing, I have seen the place where-Bapree-bap! How many windings has the Dihang River? Here is another ford, and we must swim the calves.

Stop still, you behind there."

And in this way, talking and wrangling and splashing through the rivers, they made their first march to a sort of receiving camp for the new elephants. But they lost their tempers long before they got there.

Then the elephants were chained by their hind legs to their big stumps of pickets, and extra ropes were fitted to the new elephants, and the fodder was piled before them, and the hill drivers went back to Petersen Sahib through the afternoon light, telling the plains drivers to be extra careful that night, and laughing when the plains drivers asked the reason.

Little Toomai attended to Kala Nag's supper, and as evening fell, wandered through the camp, unspeakably happy, in search of a tom-tom.

When an Indian child's heart is full, he does not run about and make a noise in an irregular fashion.

He sits down to a sort of revel all by himself.

And Little Toomai had been spoken to by Petersen Sahib! If he had not found what he wanted, I believe he would have been ill.

But the sweetmeat seller in the camp lent him a little tom-tom-a drum beaten with the flat of the hand-and he sat down, cross-legged, before Kala Nag as the stars began to come out, the tom-tom in his lap, and he thumped and he thumped and he thumped, and the more he thought of the great honor that had been done to him, the more he thumped, all alone among the elephant fodder.

There was no tune and no words, but the thumping made him happy.

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