THE SAVAGE WORLD. 
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The elephant if not specially inclined to remember favors, seems never 
to forget or forgive an injury. The experience of the tailor is possibly so old 
as to bear repetition. “ The Discomfited Tailor ” might properly be given for a 
title. It seems that a domesticated elephant, in going to water, passed this 
tailor’s shop every day and that he fell into the habit of giving it, each time, 
some elephantine tidbit. But one day, worried by tardy debtors, irritated by 
the annoyances of life, or possessed by a sudden spirit of malice, he gave the 
elephant nothing but a jab of his needle in its nose. The next day the ele¬ 
phant did not stop as it went by, but-on its return drew up in front of the 
tail or and deluged him with the enormous volume of water with which he had 
filled his trunk. 
At times the calf will reciprocate the affection of the dam, although usually, 
like child¬ 
ren, they ar 
too self-en¬ 
grossed to be 
thoughtful. 
The grief of 
a calf over 
its mother’s 
death is thus 
told by a 
traveller: A 
party had 
been out ele¬ 
phant-hunt¬ 
ing and had 
succeeded in 
shooting 
several be¬ 
fore the oth¬ 
ers took to 
flight. Re : 
turning the 
next day to 
collect their 
booty, they were met by a young calf elephant which ran up to them, twisted its 
trunk about their arms and legs, and seemed very much interested in securing 
their co-operation in some enterprise. Presently they approached the spot where 
lay a dead elephant, and the calf at once began running round it, attempted to 
raise it to its feet, and all the time manifested the liveliest grief and uttered the 
most pitiful moans. Finding at length that all its efforts were vain, the calf 
rejoined the travellers, as if to say, “ Now that you have slain my mother you 
must take care of the orphan.” I have spoken of the fearful destruction of 
elephants for the sake of the ivory of their tusks, but it should be added that the 
wanton wastefulness of hunters—sportsmen they can hardly be called—multiplies 
this greatly. The tusks have no roots, but grow out of perennial pulp, so that 
as necessity requires they are renewed. Bullets have been found imbedded 
in the tusks which must have lodged there while the place of their deposit 
