If they have food, they eat it; if they have none, they go without until by some chance they procure it.In the meantime they chew the bark of various trees, and search for berries, while they wend their way for many miles to some remembered store of deer's flesh and honey, laid by in a hollow tree.
The first time that I ever saw a Veddah was in the north of the country.
A rogue elephant was bathing in a little pool of deep mud and water near the tank of Monampitya, about six miles from the 'Gunner's Coin.' This Veddah had killed a wild pig, and was smoking the flesh within a few yards of the spot, when he suddenly heard the elephant splashing in the water.My tent was pitched within a mile of the place, and he accordingly brought me the intelligence.
Upon arrival at the pool I found the elephant so deep in the mud that he could barely move.His hind-quarters were towards me; and the pool not being more than thirty yards in diameter, and surrounded by impenetrable rattan jungle on all sides but one small opening, in which I stood, Iwas obliged to clap my hands to attract his attention.This had the desired effect; he turned slowly round, and I shot him immediately.This was one of the Monampitya tank rogues, but in his muddy position he had no chance.
The largest elephant that I have ever seen was in this neighbourhood.Ihad arrived one afternoon at about five o'clock in a fine plain, about twelve miles from Monampitya, where the presence of a beautiful lake and high grass promised an abundance of game.It was a most secluded spot, and my tent and coolies being well up with my horse, I fixed upon a shady nook for the tent, and I strolled out to look for the tracks while it was being pitched.
A long promontory stretched some hundred yards into the lake, exactly opposite the spot I had fixed upon for the encampment, and, knowing that elephants when bathing generally land upon the nearest shore, I walked out towards the point of this projecting neck of land.
The weather was very dry, and the ground was a mass of little pitfalls, about two feet deep, which had been made by the feet of the elephants in the wet weather, when this spot was soft mud and evidently the favourite resort of the heavy game.The ground was now baked by the sun as hard as though it were frozen, and the numerous deep ruts made walking very difficult.Several large trees and a few bushes grew upon the surface, but for the most part it was covered by a short though luxuriant grass.
One large tree grew within fifty yards of the extreme point of the promontory, and another of the same kind grew at an equal distance from it, but nearer to the main land.Upon both these trees was a coat of thick mud not many hours old.The bark was rubbed completely away, and this appeared to have been used for years as a favourite rubbing-post by some immense elephant.The mud reached full twelve feet up the trunk of the tree, and there were old marks far above this which had been scored by his tusks.There was no doubt that one of these tank rogues of extraordinary size had frequented this spot for years, and still continued to do so, the mud upon the tree being still soft, as though it had been left there that morning.I already coveted him, and having my telescope with me, I took a minute survey of the opposite shore, which was about half a mile distant and was lined with fine open forest to the water's edge.Nothing was visible.I examined the other side of the lake with the same want of success.Although it was such a quiet spot, with beautiful grass and water, there was not a single head of game to be seen.Again I scrutinised the opposite shore.The glass was no sooner raised to my eye than I started at the unexpected apparition.There was no mistaking him; he had appeared as though by magic--an elephant of the most extraordinary size that I have ever seen.He was not still for an instant, but was stalking quickly up and down the edge of the lake as though in great agitation.This restlessness is one of the chief characteristics of a bad rogue.Iwatched him for a few minutes, until he at length took to the water, and after blowing several streams over his shoulders, he advanced to the middle of the tank, where he commenced feeding upon the lotus leaves and sedges.
It was a calm afternoon, and not a breath of air was stirring; and fearing lest the noise of the coolies, who were arranging the encampment, should disturb him, I hastened back.I soon restored quiet, and ordering the horses to be led into the jungle lest he should discover them, I made the people conceal themselves; and taking my two Moormen gun-bearers, who were trusty fellows that I had frequently shot with, I crept cautiously back to my former position, and took my station behind the large tree farthest from the point which commanded the favourite rubbing-post and within fifty yards of it.From this place Iattentively watched his movements.He was wandering about in the water, alternately feeding and bathing, and there was a peculiar devilry in his movements that marked him as a rogue of the first class.He at length made up his mind to cross the tank, and he advanced at quick strides through the water straight for the point upon which I hoped to meet him.
This was an exciting moment.I had no companion, but depended upon my own gun, and the rutty nature of the ground precluded any quick movements.The watching of the game is the intense excitement of elephant-shooting--a feeling which only lasts until the animal is within shot, when it suddenly vanishes and gives place to perfect calmness.At this time I could distinctly hear the beating of my own heart, and my two gun-bearers, who did not know what fear was, were literally trembling with excitement.
