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Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Reade, Charles, 1814-1884
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Publisher: Boston : Colonial Press Co.
Contributing Library: University Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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formance, and Djek eating her head off allthe while. I coaxed and threatened our two brandysponges; but in vain. They stuck and sucked. I wasin despair, and being in despair, came to a desperateresolution. I determined to try and master her myselfthen and there, and to defy these drunkards. I told Pippin my project. He started back aghast;he viewed me in the light of a madman. Are youtired of your life ? said he. But I was inflexible.Seven Dials pluck was up. I was enraged with mydrunkards, and I was tired of waiting so many years, theslave of a quadruped whose master was a brute. Elephants are driven with a rod of steel sharpened atthe end; about a foot from the end of this weapon is alarge hook ; by sticking this hook into an elephantsear, and pulling it, you make her sensible which wayyou want her to go, and persuade her to comply. Armed with this tool I walked up to Djeks shed, andin the most harsh and brutal voice I could command,bade her come out She moved in the shed, but hesi-
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ON WE MARCHED, THE BEST OF FRIENDS. JACK OF ALL TRADES. 95 tated. I repeated the command still more repulsively,and out she came towards me very slowly. With beasts such as lions, tigers, and elephants, greatpromptitude is the thing. Think for them ! Dont givethem time to think, or their thoughts may be evil. Ihad learned this much, so I introduced myself by driv-ing the steel into Djeks ribs, and then hooking her ear,while Pippin looked down from a first-story window.If Djek had known how my heart was beating, shewould have killed me then and there; but, observing nohesitation on my part, she took it all as a matter ofcourse, and walked with me like a lamb. I foundmyself alone with her on the road, and fourteen milesof it before us. It was a serious situation, but I wasripe for it now. All the old womens stories and tradi-tions about an elephants character had been driven outof me by experience and washed out with blood. I hadfathomed Elliots art. I had got what the French callthe ri

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