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Title: Jungle trails and jungle people : travel, adventure and abservation in the Far East
Year: 1905 (1900s)
Authors: Whitney, Caspar, 1862-1929
Subjects: Hunting
Publisher: New York : C. Scribner
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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scouts maybecome a circle with a limnan post and a luridbrush fire alternating every ten yards around itslength; or it may simply herd the beasts accordingto their temper. But no noise is made except incases where elephants move too closely to thelimits of the enclosure; elephants have brokenthrough and escaped, but rarely. Choos fitness for the post of head mahout wasevident from the day of leaving the home campback on the little river; but only when the drive ofthe consolidated herd toward Aynthia began, didIris consummate skill manifest itself. His hand-ling not only of his own elephant, but his execu-tive ability in placing the other elephants, and thebeaters, made perfectly easy of comprehensionwhy he had advanced so rapidly among his fellows.Although he was kind to his elephants, Choo nevershowed them the slightest affection; holding themunder the strictest discipline and exacting instantobedience under penalty of severe punishment. Atrainer of reputation with whom in my boyhood
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Til K KINdS MAIIOTT zo days I was on terms of daily intercourse, once told me that there arc two things you must never dowith an elephant if you wish to control it. First,never disappoint, and second, never show affec-tion for it, as the animals own regard for yonwill he sure to diminish in proportion as you aredemonstrative. Certainly Choo achieved brilliantsuccess with just such methods. Often, however,he talked to his elephants, sometimes encour-agingly, sometimes sharply, as the occasion war-ranted, hut never tenderly. His usual tone was acomplaining one, and though I could not under-stand what he said, I have heard him for severalminutes at a time in an uninterrupted high-pitchedoratorical effort, rather suggesting a father read-ing the riot act to a sluggard son. Perhaps it wasmy imagination—and at all events I do not offerit as a contribution to the new school of animalstory-tellers—but it always seemed to me thatChoos mount showed unmistakable contrition inthe, as it appea

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