8 IN THE INDIAN JUNGLE. 



had trodden down all the artificial shelter of bam- 

 boo trees, and were now grouped together in the 

 centre, sterns inwards, and heads facing the circle 

 of stockade. The previous evening they had 

 entered with skins black and glossy, and with all 

 the pride of independence in their gait ; now mud- 

 bespattered, disreputable, and cowed, they looked 

 exactly like a herd of swine awaiting slaughter. 

 The squeal of the baby elephant resembles that 

 of a young porker, and squeals and grunts were 

 of frequent occurrence as the calves kept chasing 

 one another and frolicking among the massive 

 pillar-like legs of their parents. In order to secure 

 the elephants it was necessary to get the captured 

 herd, a few at a time, into the second or securing 

 stockade. The spectators on the platform were 

 asked to conceal themselves. The Prince and Mr. 

 Sanderson took up a position near the door, which 

 had been thrown open, leading to the second en- 

 closure. The beaters on the side furthest from the 

 door were directed to clap their hands. Immediately 

 the clapping began there was a stampede among 

 the elephants. The more timid ones rushed tumult- 

 uously towards the open door ; the largest of the 

 females turned in the direction of the beaters and, 

 trumpeting shrilly, charged up to the stockade 

 and kicked showers of dust and stones with her 

 fore legs into the faces of the beaters behind 

 the stockade. She was making some attempt to 

 pull down the stakes in order to get at the 

 beaters, when a shrill cry from her baby made 

 her hurry back to the herd, now assembled near 



