"Oh, jungle wood," cried Hathi, much relieved, "that"s an elephant of another color."
"I shikarried the small Bullock most carefully," continued Rufous.
"Round and round I went, taking the wind from every quarter; there was the scent of nothing but the white jasmine, and the yellow-hearted champac. When he saw me the Bullock-young became stupid with much fear; the two of us stood facing each other. He pulled back tight on the thing that held him, watching me with eyes that seemed as big as the black spots on my ears. I crept closer, and closer, and closer; for that is always the way with my kind; whether the prey be small or great, we kill after the same manner always. Brothers, know you aught of fear? We of the Blood-kind know it well. The Bullock"s legs shivered like leaves that tremble in the wind; and he asked me with his big eyes to go away and not take him by the throat for his blood. How did he know that, Brothers--how did he know that I was not coming like one of his own kind to help him in his trouble? And the fear that I speak of was in his eyes.
"With a roar, Waugh-hough! I charged full at him; my strong jaws fastened on his throat, and, with a quick turn upwards, I threw him on his back, and his neck was broken. Ghu-r-r-r-h! Whur-r-r-h! his young blood was sweet as it trickled into my jaws, for I was so hungry. Not that I drank his blood--that is a lie of the Men-kind who know little of our ways."
"They"re all alike," chattered Magh; "they murder, and it is all right because they are hungry."
"Yes," retorted Yellow Leopard, "if I alone made a kill perhaps that would be wrong; but we are all alike--it is our way of life. You are an evil-looking, flea-covered, pot-bellied Monkey, but your kind are all alike, so that is also your excuse."
Hathi shoved the tip of his trunk in his mouth, pretending to pick his teeth, but really to smother the laughter that fairly shook his huge sides.
"By a find of much eating!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Gidar. "How I wish I had been with you, Killer of Cattle. A whole Bullock! Eating of the choicest kind for three days at least. Often for the length of that time have I searched through a famine-stricken village in my native land, and in the end achieved nothing, in the matter of food, but a pot of hot rice water thrown on my back by a Boberchie (cook)--an opium-eating stealer of his Master"s goods."
"Would that you had been in my place," sneered Yellow Leopard, "for even as I was going away with my kill----"
"Squee-squee-squee!" interrupted Magh with a sneering laugh. "Even I, who am a Tree Dweller of little knowledge, knew that a tale from this Cut-throat would soon run into a lie of great strength. May I kiss the Tiger if I believe that Chita carried away a young Bullock."
[Ill.u.s.tration: "THE THING THAT HAD ME BY THE PAW WAS OF A FIENDISH KIND."]
"You are wrong, Magh," reproved Sa"-zada; "in my hunting days have I seen even Bhainsa, the tame Buffalo, who is like unto a small Elephant, carried a full half-mile by Bagh."
"Yes," a.s.serted Yellow Leopard, "had the kill been an Ape like unto Magh, I had bolted it at one mouthful lest the sight of it made me ill.
As I was saying, I took the young Bullock in my mouth, but at the first step my forepaw was lifted by something of great strength. I was surprised, for I had seen nothing--nothing but the kill. The thing that had me by the paw was of a fiendish kind. Jungle-wisdom! but I was at a loss. Dropping my prey I tried first this way and then that to break away, but it gave with me every time, and when I was tired lifted me to my hind legs, for the pull was always upward."
"Was it a Naht?" queried Hathi. "One of the Burmese jungle Spirits that live in the Leppan Tree?"
"You were snared," declared Sa"-zada; "I know, I"ve seen it. A strong green bamboo bent down, the snare fastened to it, and once over your paw--no wonder you were on your hind legs most of the time like a dancing Dervish."
"Why did you not bite it off?" queried Wolf.
"Neither would you," answered Leopard; "though I tried. The evil-minded Men seemed to know just what I would do, and had put a big loose bamboo over the cord. It was always down against my paw, and simply whirled about from my teeth."
"Why didn"t you trumpet?" asked Elephant.
"I haven"t a bugle nose like you, Brother; but I roared till the jungle shook in fear--even at the risk of bringing about me the Jungle Dogs, who hunt in packs, as you all know."
"Whee-ugh!" whined Boar; "Baola, the mad kind. Nothing can stand against them. When they drive, the jungle is swept clean. Better to die in peace than make a noise and be torn to pieces by their ugly fangs."
"And who came?" queried Magh. "I suppose you were like the Bullock, and your eyes grew big with the fear, and you begged them to go away and not hurt you. It was all right when you were to make the kill yourself--it was fine sport. Bah! I"m glad you were snared--I hate a taker of life."
"The Men-kind came," answered Leopard meekly, for the mention of his fear made him abashed; "and seeing that I was caught, a Sahib would not let the Black-Men kill me, but set them to make a strong Bamboo cage. I was put in that and sent here to Sa"-zada."
"I"ve been thinking," began Mooswa, plaintively.
"Well, now!" exclaimed Magh; "I thought you were asleep, Old Heavy-eye.
If you think with your nose, your thoughts must have been of great importance."
Mooswa sniffed solemnly and continued: "You said you were hungry, Yellow Leopard. Was it not a land of much good feeding?"
"It was a bad year--a year of starvation," answered Chita. "Up to that time the way of my life had been smooth, for I had found the manner of an easy kill. To be sure, Soor is not the pick of all good food----"
""Soor," indeed!" grunted Wild Boar. "Ugh, ugh, ugh! by the length of my tusks you would have found me tough eating."
"You see," continued Chita, paying no attention to this interruption, "the wild Pigs were horrid thieves----"
"You were well mated," mumbled Magh, stuffing a handful of peanut sh.e.l.ls in Hathi"s ear.
"They used to go at night to the rice fields of the poor natives, and chew and chew, and grunt, and row amongst themselves, until the Men-kind were nearly ruined because of their greediness."
"But they did not eat the natives," objected Boar.
"Neither did I," protested Chita--"while the Pigs lasted," he muttered to himself. "Knowing of all this, I made out a new kill-plan. At the first beginning of dark time I would go quietly down to the rice fields, hide myself in the straw that was near to the place where the Men-kind tramped the grain from its stalk with Buffalo, and wait for the coming of the rice thieves. Soon one dark shadow would slip from the jungle, then another, and another, until they were many.
""Chop, chop, chop!" I"d hear their wet mouths going in the rice; and all the time growling and whining amongst themselves because of the labor it was, and for fear that one had better chance than another; not in peace, but with many rows, striking sideways at each other with their coa.r.s.e, ugly heads."
"You"re a beauty!" commented Wild Boar. "When you shove your ugly face up to the bars the women-kind scream, and jump back--I"ve noticed that."
"Presently," continued Chita, "one would come my way, seeing the great pile of straw, and I"d have him. Jungle Dwellers! how he"d squeal; and his mates would scurry away jinking and bounding like Kakur Deer.
Cowardly swine they were. Now, Buffalo, when one of my kind charged them, would throw themselves together like men of the war-kind, and stand shoulder to shoulder."
"Yes; but, great Cat," objected Boar, "you took care to seize upon a young one, I warrant. Suppose you come out here and try a charge with me. Ugh, ugh! I"ll soon slit up your lean sides with my sharp tusks."
"Be still!" commanded Sa"-zada; "here we are all friends, and this is but a tale of what has been."
Chita had turned in a rage at Boar"s taunt, and glared through the bars, his great fangs bared, and tail lashing his sides. When the Keeper spoke he snarled in disdain at the bristling Pig, and continued the story.
"Then came the hungry year. At the turning of the monsoons there should have been rain, but no rain came. All through the cold weather the jungle had gone on drying up, and the gra.s.s turned brown, even to the color of my coat. The Tree-Crickets and Toads whistled shrill and loud, until the jungle was like a great nest of the sweet-feeders--the Bees.
Then when it was time for rain there was only more dryness.
"The yellow-clothed Phoongyis (Priests) prayed; and the Men-kind brought sweetmeats and sheet-gold to their G.o.d Buddha; but still there was no rain. Miles and miles I traveled for a drink; and if I made a kill at the pool it was nothing but skin and bones. The small Deer that bark, what were they? Not a mouthful. And the Pigs shriveled up until one might as well have eaten straw. The Nilgai and the Sambhur-deer, as big as you, Mooswa, went away from that land of desolation, and soon nothing seemed to stir in all the jungle but the Koel Bird; and his cry of "fee-e-ever!" forever ringing in my ears drove me full mad.
"Then it was that I stalked close to the place of the Men-kind--though I had never killed a Bullock before--and I made a kill. But after that they took the Bullocks under their houses at night, thinking I would not venture so close.
"But hunger is the death of all fear, and even there I made a kill.
Then again the Men-kind, in their selfishness, thought to outwit me, for about the small village they built a stockade."
"Were there no guns?" queried Hathi. "I, who have been in a big hunt with the Men-kind, have had them on my back with the fierce-striking guns, and all that was in the jungle presently fell dead."
Chita laughed disagreeably.
"I almost forgot about that. One day, when they were still at the stockade making, I saw one of these Yellow-faced Men tying two sticks together and sticking them in the ground, somewhat after the fashion of Mooswa"s hind legs. Then surely it was a gun he put in the crotch of the sticks, pointing at the little runway I had made for myself.
"I went into the elephant-gra.s.s that grew thereabout, and watching him took thought of this thing. "It is to do me harm," I said, "for is not that my road? Always now I will come a little to one side, because of this new thing."
"And in the evening, as I came to the village, walking through the same coa.r.s.e gra.s.s, but to one side, mind you, there saw I two of these Men sitting behind this thing that was surely a gun.
"Only, because of thee, Sa"-zada, perhaps this part were better not in the story."