Saturday, November 30, 2019

Saturday Snippet: Elephants and their noses

Rudyard Kipling is famous for many books, but not too many people on this side of the Atlantic Ocean are aware of his "Just So Stories".

It's a volume of a dozen stories for children, including many favorites such as "How the Camel got his Hump" and "The Cat that Walked by Himself".  I grew up with them, and greatly enjoyed them (and still do).

In order to introduce them to those who don't know them, here's one of the stories in full.  It's titled "The Elephant's Child", and tells how the elephant got his trunk.  The cover illustration above depicts it.

     In the High and Far-Off Times the Elephant, O Best Beloved, had no trunk. He had only a blackish, bulgy nose, as big as a boot, that he could wriggle about from side to side; but he couldn’t pick up things with it. But there was one Elephant – a new Elephant – an Elephant’s Child – who was full of ’satiable curtiosity, and that means he asked ever so many questions. And he lived in Africa, and he filled all Africa with his ’satiable curtiosities. He asked his tall aunt, the Ostrich, why her tail-feathers grew just so, and his tall aunt the Ostrich spanked him with her hard, hard claw. He asked his tall uncle, the Giraffe, what made his skin spotty, and his tall uncle, the Giraffe, spanked him with his hard, hard hoof. And still he was full of ’satiable curtiosity! He asked his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, why her eyes were red, and his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, spanked him with her broad, broad hoof; and he asked his hairy uncle, the Baboon, why melons tasted just so, and his hairy uncle, the Baboon, spanked him with his hairy, hairy paw. And still he was full of ’satiable curtiosity! He asked questions about everything that he saw, or heard, or felt, or smelt, or touched, and all his uncles and his aunts spanked him. And still he was full of ’satiable curtiosity!
     One fine morning in the middle of the Precession of the Equinoxes this ’satiable Elephant’s Child asked a new fine question that he had never asked before. He asked, ‘What does the Crocodile have for dinner?’ Then everybody said, ‘Hush!’ in a loud and dretful tone, and they spanked him immediately and directly, without stopping, for a long time.
     By and by, when that was finished, he came upon Kolokolo Bird sitting in the middle of a wait-a-bit thorn-bush, and he said, ‘My father has spanked me, and my mother has spanked me; all my aunts and uncles have spanked me for my ’satiable curtiosity; and still I want to know what the Crocodile has for dinner!’
     Then Kolokolo Bird said, with a mournful cry, ‘Go to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, and find out.’
     That very next morning, when there was nothing left of the Equinoxes, because the Precession had preceded according to precedent, this ’satiable Elephant’s Child took a hundred pounds of bananas (the little short red kind), and a hundred pounds of sugar-cane (the long purple kind), and seventeen melons (the greeny-crackly kind), and said to all his dear families, ‘Goodbye. I am going to the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to find out what the Crocodile has for dinner.’ And they all spanked him once more for luck, though he asked them most politely to stop.
     Then he went away, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up.
     He went from Graham’s Town to Kimberley, and from Kimberley to Khama’s Country, and from Khama’s Country he went east by north, eating melons all the time, till at last he came to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, precisely as Kolokolo Bird had said.
     Now you must know and understand, O Best Beloved, that till that very week, and day, and hour, and minute, this ’satiable Elephant’s Child had never seen a Crocodile, and did not know what one was like. It was all his ’satiable curtiosity.
     The first thing that he found was a Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake curled round a rock.
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child most politely, ‘but have you seen such a thing as a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?’
     ‘Have I seen a Crocodile?’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, in a voice of dretful scorn. ‘What will you ask me next?’
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child, ‘but could you kindly tell me what he has for dinner?’
     Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake uncoiled himself very quickly from the rock, and spanked the Elephant’s Child with his scalesome, flailsome tail.
     ‘That is odd,’ said the Elephant’s Child, ‘because my father and my mother, and my uncle and my aunt, not to mention my other aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my other uncle, the Baboon, have all spanked me for my ’satiable curtiosity – and I suppose this is the same thing.’
     So he said good-bye very politely to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, and helped to coil him up on the rock again, and went on, a little warm, but not at all astonished, eating melons, and throwing the rind about, because he could not pick it up, till he trod on what he thought was a log of wood at the very edge of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees.
     But it was really the Crocodile, O Best Beloved, and the Crocodile winked one eye – like this!
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child most politely, ‘but do you happen to have seen a Crocodile in these promiscuous parts?’
     Then the Crocodile winked the other eye, and lifted half his tail out of the mud; and the Elephant’s Child stepped back most politely, because he did not wish to be spanked again.
     ‘Come hither, Little One,’ said the Crocodile. ‘Why do you ask such things?’
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child most politely, ‘but my father has spanked me, my mother has spanked me, not to mention my tall aunt, the Ostrich, and my tall uncle, the Giraffe, who can kick ever so hard, as well as my broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and my hairy uncle, the Baboon, and including the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, with the scalesome, flailsome tail, just up the bank, who spanks harder than any of them; and so, if it’s quite all the same to you, I don’t want to be spanked any more.’
     ‘Come hither, Little One,’ said the Crocodile, ‘for I am the Crocodile,’ and he wept crocodile-tears to show it was quite true.
     Then the Elephant’s Child grew all breathless, and panted, and kneeled down on the bank and said, ‘You are the very person I have been looking for all these long days. Will you please tell me what you have for dinner?’
     ‘Come hither, Little One,’ said the Crocodile, ‘and I’ll whisper.’
     Then the Elephant’s Child put his head down close to the Crocodile’s musky, tusky mouth, and the Crocodile caught him by his little nose, which up to that very week, day, hour, and minute, had been no bigger than a boot, though much more useful.
     ‘I think,’ said the Crocodile – and he said it between his teeth, like this – ‘I think to-day I will begin with Elephant’s Child!’
     At this, O Best Beloved, the Elephant’s Child was much annoyed, and he said, speaking through his nose, like this, ‘Led go! You are hurtig be!’
     Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake scuffled down from the bank and said, ‘My young friend, if you do not now, immediately and instantly, pull as hard as ever you can, it is my opinion that your acquaintance in the large-pattern leather ulster’ (and by this he meant the Crocodile) ‘will jerk you into yonder limpid stream before you can say Jack Robinson.’
     This is the way Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.
     Then the Elephant’s Child sat back on his little haunches, and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose began to stretch. And the Crocodile floundered into the water, making it all creamy with great sweeps of his tail, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled.
     And the Elephant’s Child’s nose kept on stretching; and the Elephant’s Child spread all his little four legs and pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and his nose kept on stretching; and the Crocodile threshed his tail like an oar, and he pulled, and pulled, and pulled, and at each pull the Elephant’s Child’s nose grew longer and longer – and it hurt him hijjus!
     Then the Elephant’s Child felt his legs slipping, and he said through his nose, which was now nearly five feet long, ‘This is too butch for be!’
     Then the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake came down from the bank, and knotted himself in a double-clove-hitch round the Elephant’s Child’s hind legs, and said, ‘Rash and inexperienced traveller, we will now seriously devote ourselves to a little high tension, because if we do not, it is my impression that yonder self-propelling man-of-war with the armour-plated upper deck’ (and by this, O Best Beloved, he meant the Crocodile), ‘will permanently vitiate your future career.’
     That is the way all Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snakes always talk.
     So he pulled, and the Elephant’s Child pulled, and the Crocodile pulled; but the Elephant’s Child and the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake pulled hardest; and at last the Crocodile let go of the Elephant’s Child’s nose with a plop that you could hear all up and down the Limpopo.
     Then the Elephant’s Child sat down most hard and sudden; but first he was careful to say ‘Thank you’ to the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake; and next he was kind to his poor pulled nose, and wrapped it all up in cool banana leaves, and hung it in the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo to cool.
     ‘What are you doing that for?’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child, ‘but my nose is badly out of shape, and I am waiting for it to shrink.’
     ‘Then you will have to wait a long time’, said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. ‘Some people do not know what is good for them.’
     The Elephant’s Child sat there for three days waiting for his nose to shrink. But it never grew any shorter, and, besides, it made him squint. For, O Best Beloved, you will see and understand that the Crocodile had pulled it out into a really truly trunk same as all Elephants have to-day.
     At the end of the third day a fly came and stung him on the shoulder, and before he knew what he was doing he lifted up his trunk and hit that fly dead with the end of it.
     ‘’Vantage number one!’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. ‘You couldn’t have done that with a mere-smear nose. Try and eat a little now.’
     Before he thought what he was doing the Elephant’s Child put out his trunk and plucked a large bundle of grass, dusted it clean against his fore-legs, and stuffed it into his own mouth.
     ‘’Vantage number two!’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. ‘You couldn’t have done that with a mere-smear nose. Don’t you think the sun is very hot here?’
     ‘It is,’ said the Elephant’s Child, and before he thought what he was doing he schlooped up a schloop of mud from the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo, and slapped it on his head, where it made a cool schloopy-sloshy mud-cap all trickly behind his ears.
     ‘’Vantage number three!’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake. ‘You couldn’t have done that with a mere-smear nose. Now how do you feel about being spanked again?’
     ‘’Scuse me,’ said the Elephant’s Child, ‘but I should not like it at all.’
     ‘How would you like to spank somebody?’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake.
     ‘I should like it very much indeed,’ said the Elephant’s Child.
     ‘Well,’ said the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake, ‘you will find that new nose of yours very useful to spank people with.’
     ‘Thank you,’ said the Elephant’s Child, ‘I’ll remember that; and now I think I’ll go home to all my dear families and try.’
     So the Elephant’s Child went home across Africa frisking and whisking his trunk. When he wanted fruit to eat he pulled fruit down from a tree, instead of waiting for it to fall as he used to do. When he wanted grass he plucked grass up from the ground, instead of going on his knees as he used to do. When the flies bit him he broke off the branch of a tree and used it as fly-whisk; and he made himself a new, cool, slushy-squshy mud-cap whenever the sun was hot. When he felt lonely walking through Africa he sang to himself down his trunk, and the noise was louder than several brass bands.
     He went especially out of his way to find a broad Hippopotamus (she was no relation of his), and he spanked her very hard, to make sure that the Bi-Coloured-Python-Rock-Snake had spoken the truth about his new trunk. The rest of the time he picked up the melon rinds that he had dropped on his way to the Limpopo – for he was a Tidy Pachyderm.
     One dark evening he came back to all his dear families, and he coiled up his trunk and said, ‘How do you do?’ They were very glad to see him, and immediately said, ‘Come here and be spanked for your ’satiable curtiosity.’
     ‘Pooh,’ said the Elephant’s Child. ‘I don’t think you peoples know anything about spanking; but I do, and I’ll show you.’ Then he uncurled his trunk and knocked two of his dear brothers head over heels.
     ‘O Bananas!’ said they, ‘where did you learn that trick, and what have you done to your nose?’
     ‘I got a new one from the Crocodile on the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River,’ said the Elephant’s Child. ‘I asked him what he had for dinner, and he gave me this to keep.’
     ‘It looks very ugly,’ said his hairy uncle, the Baboon.
     ‘It does,’ said the Elephant’s Child. ‘But it’s very useful,’ and he picked up his hairy uncle, the Baboon, by one hairy leg, and hove him into a hornet’s nest.
     Then that bad Elephant’s Child spanked all his dear families for a long time, till they were very warm and greatly astonished. He pulled out his tall Ostrich aunt’s tail-feathers; and he caught his tall uncle, the Giraffe, by the hind-leg, and dragged him through a thorn-bush; and he shouted at his broad aunt, the Hippopotamus, and blew bubbles into her ear when she was sleeping in the water after meals; but he never let any one touch Kolokolo Bird.
     At last things grew so exciting that his dear families went off one by one in a hurry to the banks of the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River, all set about with fever-trees, to borrow new noses from the Crocodile. When they came back nobody spanked anybody any more; and ever since that day, O Best Beloved, all the Elephants you will ever see, besides all those that you won’t, have trunks precisely like the trunk of the ’satiable Elephant’s Child.

And there you have it!  To find out how the camel got his hump, and other natural wonders of the world, you'll have to read the book for yourself.  Read it to your children and grandchildren, too - I find it's a perennial favorite with youngsters, despite having been published 117 years ago.



C. S. P. Schofield said...

My personal favorite is "The Sing Song of Old Man Kangaroo". Read it aloud; it's best that way.

McChuck said...

Most excellent. It's good to be reminded of the little, happy things in life.

I'm a big fan of The Cat Who Walked By Himself. The people never domesticated the cat, the cat just moves in and makes himself at home.

Silent Draco said...

Those stories never fail to bring a smile. Lots of wisdom with some seemingly silly stories and verse. My favorite is How The Camel Got His Hump.

Jim said...

Kipling's a longtime favorite of mine.

DaveS said...

I grew up with a copy of Kipling's "Just So Stories" on the bookshelf in my bedroom and my parents read those stories to me until I could read them for myself. Thanks for the reminder!

Old NFO said...

Good one to see again after many years!

Silent Draco said...

*Sigh* Next story: How The Spammer Received Its Can.

"In those days, Precious One, there lived a most peculiar beast. It had no cave, lair, or burrow, but instead used a most particularly pungent means of placing first a toe, then a foot, and finally the most peculiar beastie into your very own nest ..."

Unknown said...

And to this very day, it's "the great grey-green, greasy Limpopo River" to me.

Tregonsee said...

We had a book that included How the Camel Got His Hump and both of my daughters loved it. I was read Rikki Tikki Tavi (Yes I know that's from Jungle Book), and occasionally the Cat Who Walks By Himself and how the Camel Got His Hump by my grandmother. I am one of the 2 in 5 men that doesn't throw things at cats :-).

Orvan Taurus said...

Once more I wish I had been better and earlier introduced to Kipling. Sure, I saw the Rikki Tikki Tavi cartoon as a kid... and didn't truly see it until not that long ago. Some of his works I had seen, and discounted as so much blargh, as it fit with all the other blargh some tried to feed me. But of late, I've found that Kipling as NOT blargh, despite (mis)use by some blargh-meisters.

Fwiw, I didn't give a rip for Twain, either, until I encountered his work outside of school. Some might say 'Mystery Stranger' was a nasty swipe, etc. but THAT was the first Twain work I encountered that was NOT *inflicted* on me... AND it just happened to _speak_ to me. I wound up (via ILL) reading all three versions, and Twain's "collected notes" etc.

C. S. P. Schofield said...

It's Always worth exploring lesser known Kipling. I stumbled across FROM SEA TO SEA and love it. A series of dispatches from Kipling as he traveled east from India, toward England. It includes a table through Japan (where Kipling presciently describes the Japanese infantry as "Bad little men who know too much") and ends with an interview with Mark Twain.

Much colored by the preconceptions and prejudices of its day, it is still fascinating reading.

George said...

Be careful in shopping on Amazon if you are interested in getting a copy of this book. I was reading the reviews and many of the hardcover books on sale are poor quality photocopies often with pages missing. So make sure to read the reviews for a particular printing.

Cambias said...

The stories may not be well-known in the US, but they were written here! Kipling was living in Vermont when he wrote them, which is why there are some shout-outs to local railroads in one of the tales.

lpdbw said...

If you search the internet carefully, you'll be able to find this very story as read and interpreted by Jack Nicholson.

This was my introduction to this story, and I don't think I'll every forget it.

Beans said...

Grew up reading his 'Soldiers Three' and other tales of British military in India.

I found it strange that other kids didn't read his stuff, or just plain didn't read.

Weird, but I didn't 'discover' his children's stories until I was an adult.

Spikessib said...

These tales were much loved in our house. Fabulous for bedtime reading aloud as they were originally told to his children. Thus the title of the book coming from his children saying, "No, you have to tell it just so!"

Philip Sells said...

That was great.

Bibliotheca Servare said...

I found it on YouTube, but he skips a good bit of the story. Still surreal hearing Jack Nicholson reading a Rudyard Kipling story! I enjoyed it, even with the skipped bits. (I searched "Jack Nicholson elephants trunk" if anyone else is curious. I don't want to link to it because I suspect they'll take it down posthaste if I do.