THE INDIAN ELEPHANT 47 



cocked rifle, expecting to find a tusker on the 

 rampage ; but there stood a baby elephant 

 about 3 ft. high, bellowing out his grievance 

 like a wounded bull. His unfeeling mamma 

 had decamped leaving her offspring behind. 

 We sneaked up behind him, and while my 

 orderly clutched his tail, I threw myself on him 

 and clasped him round the neck. But the 

 little brute managed to drag us for a hundred 

 yards or so before we could pull him up. Finally 

 we got the orderly's ' puggri ' round his throat, 

 and frog-marched him into camp. For half 

 the way he fought like an obstreperous pig, 

 making side rushes every now and then into 

 the jungle, and squealing without cessation. 

 But presently he seemed to realise that he had 

 to go, and so might just as well go quietly, 

 and thereafter we had no further trouble. He 

 jogged quietly along in front of the orderly, 

 who drove him as one would a pony. In two 

 days he became absolutely tame, and would 

 rush for his milk whenever he caught sight of 

 me. He was a grand little bull, and I had 

 great hopes of rearing him ; but alas ! there 

 was nothing better than condensed milk to feed 

 him on, and in spite of every care he died on 

 about the tenth day. I don't suppose he 

 could have been more than a month old. He 

 nearly ruined me in condensed milk, for he used 

 to polish off about four or five tins a day. Young 



