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This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 270 pages of information about The Elephant God.
day and consists of short and desperate encounters, retreats, pursuits, and fresh battles.  So he hurriedly searched for his rifle, which he eventually found some distance away.  He opened the breach and replaced the soft-nosed bullets with solid ones, more suitable for such big game.  Then, once more feeling a strong man armed, he waited expectantly.  The sounds of the chase had died away.  But after a while he heard a heavy body forcing a passage through the undergrowth and held his rifle ready.  Then through the tangle of bushes and creepers Badshah’s head appeared.  The elephant came straight to him and touched him all over with outstretched trunk, just as mother-elephants do their calves, as if to assure himself of his man’s safety.

Dermot could have kissed the soft, snake-like proboscis, and he patted the animal affectionately and murmured his thanks to him.  Badshah seemed to understand him and wrapped his trunk around his friend’s shoulders.  Then, apparently satisfied, he moved away and began to graze calmly, as if nothing out of the common had taken place.

Dermot pulled himself together.  Near the foot of the tree at which he had sunk down he found the cord-like strips of bark which he had cut.  Picking them up he went to the carcase of the buck and tied its legs together.  A whistle brought the elephant to him, and, hoisting the deer on to the pad, he fastened it to the surcingle.  Then, grasping the elephant’s ears, he was lifted to his place on the neck.

Turning Badshah’s head towards home he started off; but, as he went, he looked back at the trampled glade and thanked Heaven that his body was not lying there, crushed and lifeless.

CHAPTER III

A GIRL OF THE TERAI

“How beautiful!  How wonderful!” murmured the girl on the verandah, her eyes turned to the long line of the Himalayas filling the horizon to the north.

Clear against the blue sky the shining, ice-clad peaks of Kinchinjunga, a hundred miles away, towered high in air.  Mystic, lovely, they seemed to float above the earth, as unsubstantial as the clouds from which they rose.  They belonged to another world, a fairy world altogether apart from the rugged, tumbled masses, the awe-inspiring precipices and tremendous cliffs, of the nearer mountains.  These were majestic, overpowering, but plainly of this earth, unlike the pure, white summits that seemed unreal, impossible in their beauty.

“Do come and look, Fred,” said the girl aloud.  “I’ve never seen the Snows so clearly.”

She spoke to the solitary occupant of the dining-room of the bungalow.  The young man at the breakfast table answered laughingly: 

“I don’t want to look at those confounded hills, Sis.  I’ve seen them, nothing but them, all through these long months, until I begin to hate the sight of them.”

“Oh, but do come, dear!” she pleaded.  “Kinchinjunga has never seemed so beautiful as it does this morning.  And it looks so near.  Who could believe that it was all those miles away?”

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