"Master," said Kassim, one of the Basoko boys, "Baruti's tales have
brought back from among forgotten things a legend I once knew very well.
Ah, I wish I could remember more, but little by little the stories that
I used to hear in my childhood from my mother and the old woman who
would come and sit with her, will perhaps return again into the mind. I
should never have thought of this that I am about to repeat to you now
had it not been that Baruti's legends seem to recall as though they were
but yesterday the days that came and went uncounted in our Basoko
village. This legend is about the City of the Elephants that one of my
countrymen and his wife came across in the far past time, in the manner
that I shall tell you."
A Bungandu man named Dudu, and his wife Salimba, were one day seeking in
the forest a long way from the town for a proper redwood-tree, out of
which they could make a wooden mortar wherein they could pound their
manioc. They saw several trees of this kind as they proceeded, but
after examining one, and then another, they would appear to be
dissatisfied, and say, "Perhaps if we went a little further we might
find a still better tree for our purpose."
And so Dudu and Salimba proceeded further and further into the tall and
thick woods, and ever before them there appeared to be still finer trees
which would after all be unsuited for their purpose, being too soft, or
too hard, or hollow, or too old, or of another kind than the useful
redwood. They strayed in this manner very far. In the forest where
there is no path or track, it is not easy to tell which direction one
came from, and as they had walked round many trees, they were too
confused to know which way they ought to turn homeward. When Dudu said
he was sure that his course was the right one for home, Salimba was as
sure that the opposite was the true way. They agreed to walk in the
direction Dudu wished, and after a long time spent on it, they gave it
up and tried another, but neither took them any nearer home.
The night overtook them and they slept at the foot of a tree. The next
day they wandered still farther from their town, and they became anxious
and hungry. As one cannot see many yards off on any side in the forest,
an animal hears the coming step long before the hunter gets a chance to
use his weapon. Therefore, though they heard the rustle of the flying
antelope, or wild pig as it rushed away, it only served to make their
anxiety greater. And the second day passed, and when night came upon
them they were still hungrier.
Towards the middle of the third day, they came into an open place by a
pool frequented by Kiboko (hippo), and there was a margin of grass round
about it, and as they came in view of it, both, at the same time,
sighted a grazing buffalo.
Dudu bade his wife stand behind a tree while he chose two of his best
and sharpest arrows, and after a careful look at his bow-string, he
crept up to the buffalo, and drove an arrow home as far as the guiding
leaf, which nearly buried it in the body. While the beast looked around
and started from the twinge within, Dudu shot his second arrow into his
windpipe, and it fell to the ground quite choked. Now here was water to
drink and food to eat, and after cutting a load of meat they chose a
thick bush-clump a little distance from the pool, made a fire, and,
after satisfying their hunger, slept in content. The fourth day they
stopped and roasted a meat provision that would last many days, because
they knew that luck is not constant in the woods.
On the fifth they travelled, and for three days more they wandered.
They then met a young lion who, at the sight of them, boldly advanced,
but Dudu sighted his bow, and sent an arrow into his chest which
sickened him of the fight, and he turned and fled.
A few days afterwards, Dudu saw an elephant standing close to them
behind a high bush, and whispered to his wife:
"Ah, now, we have a chance to get meat enough for a month."
"But," said Salimba, "why should you wish to kill him, when we have
enough meat still with us? Do not hurt him. Ah, what a fine back he
has, and how strong he is. Perhaps he would carry us home."
"How could an elephant understand our wishes?" asked Dudu.
"Talk to him anyhow, perhaps he will be clever enough to understand what
we want."
Dudu laughed at his wife's simplicity, but to please her he said,
"Elephant, we have lost our way; will you carry us and take us home, and
we shall be your friends for ever."
The Elephant ceased waving his trunk, and nodding to himself, and
turning to them said--
"If you come near to me and take hold of my ears, you may get on my
back, and I will carry you safely."
When the Elephant spoke, Dudu fell back from surprise, and looked at him
as though he had not heard aright, but Salimba advanced with all
confidence, and laid hold of one of his ears, and pulled herself up on
to his back. When she was seated, she cried out, "Come, Dudu, what are
you looking at? Did you not hear him say he would carry you?"
Seeing his wife smiling and comfortable on the Elephant's back, Dudu
became a little braver and moved forward slowly, when the Elephant spoke
again, "Come, Dudu, be not afraid. Follow your wife, and do as she did,
and then I will travel home with you quickly."
Dudu then put aside his fears, and his surprise, and seizing the
Elephant's ear, he ascended and seated himself by his wife on the
Elephant's back.
Without another word the Elephant moved on rapidly, and the motion
seemed to Dudu and Salimba most delightful. Whenever any overhanging
branch was in the way, the Elephant wrenched it off, or bent it and
passed on. No creek, stream, gulley, or river, stopped him, he seemed
to know exactly the way he should go, as if the road he was travelling
was well known to him.
When it was getting dark he stopped and asked his friends if they would
not like to rest for the night, and finding that they so wished it, he
stopped at a nice place by the side of the river, and they slid to the
ground, Dudu first, and Salimba last. He then broke dead branches for
them, out of which they made a fire, and the Elephant stayed by them, as
though he was their slave.
Hearing their talk, he understood that they would like to have something
better than dried meat to eat, and he said to them, "I am glad to know
your wishes, for I think I can help you. Bide here a little, and I will
go and search."
About the middle of the night he returned to them with something white
in his trunk, and a young antelope in front of him. The white thing was
a great manioc root, which he dropped into Salimba's lap.
"There, Salimba," he said, "there is food for you, eat your fill and
sleep in peace, for I will watch over you."
Dudu and Salimba had seen many strange things that day, but they were
both still more astonished at the kindly and intelligent care which
their friend the Elephant took of them. While they roasted their fresh
meat over the flame, and the manioc root was baking under the heap of
hot embers, the Elephant dug with his tusks for the juicy roots of his
favourite trees round about their camp, and munched away contentedly.
The next morning, all three, after a bathe in the river, set out on
their journey more familiar with one another, and in a happier mood.
About noon, while they were resting during the heat of the day, two
lions came near to roar at them, but when Dudu was drawing his bow at
one of them, the Elephant said:
"You leave them to me; I will make them run pretty quick," saying which
he tore off a great bough of a tree, and nourishing this with his trunk,
he trotted on the double quick towards them, and used it so heartily
that they both skurried away with their bellies to the ground, and their
hides shrinking and quivering out of fear of the great rod.
In the afternoon the Elephant and his human friends set off again, and
some time after they came to a wide and deep river. He begged his
friends to descend while he tried to find out the shallowest part. It
took him some time to do this; but, having discovered a ford where the
water was not quite over his back, he returned to them, and urged them
to mount him as he wished to reach home before dark.
As the Elephant was about to enter the river, he said to Dudu, "I see
some hunters of your own kind creeping up towards us. Perhaps they are
your kinsmen. Talk to them, and let us see whether they be friends or
foes."
Dudu hailed them, but they gave no answer, and, as they approached
nearer, they were seen to prepare to cast their spears, so the Elephant
said, "I see that they are not your friends; therefore, as I cross the
river, do you look out for them, and keep them at a distance. If they
come to the other side of the river, I shall know how to deal with
them."
They got to the opposite bank safely; but, as they were landing, Dudu
and Salimba noticed that their pursuers had discovered a canoe, and that
they were pulling hard after them. But the Elephant soon after landing
came to a broad path smoothed by much travel, over which he took them at
a quick pace, so fast, indeed, that the pursuers had to run to be able
to keep up with them. Dudu, every now and then let fly an arrow at the
hunters, which kept them at a safe distance.
Towards night they came to the City of the Elephants, which was very
large and fit to shelter such a multitude as they now saw. Their
elephant did not linger, however, but took his friends at the same quick
pace until they came to a mighty elephant that was much larger than any
other, and his ivories were gleaming white and curled up, and
exceedingly long. Before him Dudu and Salimba were told by their friend
to descend and salaam, and he told his lord how he had found them lost
in the woods, and how for the sake of the kindly words of the woman he
had befriended them, and assisted them to the city of his tribe. When
the King Elephant heard all this he was much pleased, and said to Dudu
and Salimba that they were welcome to his city, and how they should not
want for anything, as long as they would be pleased to stay with them,
but as for the hunters who had dared to chase them, he would give orders
at once. Accordingly he gave a signal, and ten active young elephants
dashed out of the city, and in a short time not one of the hunters was
left alive, though one of them had leaped into the river, thinking that
he could escape in that manner. But then you know that an elephant is
as much at home in a river, as a Kiboko [a hippopotamus], so that the
last man was soon caught and was drowned.
Dudu and Salimba, however, on account of Salimba's kind heart in
preventing her husband wounding the elephant, were made free of the
place, and their friend took them with him to many families, and the big
pa's and ma's told their little babies all about them and their habits,
and said that, though most of the human kind were very stupid and
wicked, Dudu and Salimba were very good, and putting their trunks into
their ears they whispered that Salimba was the better of the two. Then
the little elephants gathered about them and trotted by their side and
around them and diverted them with their antics, their races, their
wrestlings, and other trials of strength, but when they became familiar
and somewhat rude in their rough play, their elephant friend would
admonish them, and if that did not suffice, he would switch them
soundly.
The City of the Elephants was a spacious and well-trodden glade in the
midst of a thick forest, and as it was entered one saw how wisely the
elephant families had arranged their manner of life. For without, the
trees stood as thick as water-reeds, and the bush or underwood was like
an old hedge of milkweed knitted together by thorny vines and snaky
climbers into which the human hunter might not even poke his nose
without hurt. Well, the burly elephants had, by much uprooting, created
deep hollows, or recesses, wherein a family of two and more might snugly
rest, and not even a dart of sunshine might reach them. Round about the
great glade the dark leafy arches ran, and Dudu and his wife saw that
the elephant families were numerous--for by one sweeping look they could
tell that there were more elephants than there are human beings in a
goodly village. In some of the recesses there was a row of six and more
elephants; in another the parents stood head to head, and their
children, big and little, clung close to their parents' sides; in
another a family stood with heads turned towards the entrance, and so on
all around--while under a big tree in the middle there was quite a
gathering of big fellows, as though they were holding a serious palaver;
under another tree one seemed to be on the outlook; another paced slowly
from side to side; another plucked at this branch or at that; another
appeared to be heaving a tree, or sharpening a blunted ivory; others
seemed appointed to uproot the sprouts, lest the glade might become
choked with underwood. Near the entrance on both sides were a brave
company of them, faces turned outward, swinging their trunks, napping
their ears, rubbing against each other, or who with pate against pate
seemed to be drowsily considering something. There was a continual
coming in and a going out, singly, or in small companies. The roads
that ran through the glade were like a network, clean and smooth, while
that which went towards the king's place was so wide that twenty men
might walk abreast. At the far end the king stood under his own tree,
with his family under the arches behind him.
This was the City of the Elephants as Dudu and Salimba saw it. I ought
to say that the outlets of it were many. One went straight through the
woods in a line up river, at the other end it ran in a line following
the river downward; one went to a lakelet, where juicy plants and reeds
throve like corn in a man's fields, and where the elephants rejoiced in
its cool water, and washed themselves and infants; another went to an
ancient clearing where the plantain and manioc grew wild, and wherein
more than two human tribes might find food for countless seasons.
Then said their friend to Dudu and Salimba--"Now that I have shown you
our manner of life, it is for you to ease your longing for awhile and
rest with us. When you yearn for home, go tell our king, and he will
send you with credit to your kindred."
Then Dudu and his wife resolved to stay, and eat, and they stayed a
whole season, not only unhurt, but tenderly cared for, with never a
hungry hour or uneasy night. But at last Salimba's heart remembered her
children, and kinfolk, and her own warm house and village pleasures, and
on hinting of these memories to her husband, he said that after all
there was no place like Bungandu. He remembered his long pipe, and the
talk-house, the stool-making, shaft-polishing, bow-fitting, and the
little tinkering jobs, the wine-trough, and the merry drinking bouts,
and he wept softly as he thought of them.
They thus agreed that it was time for them to travel homeward, and
together they sought the elephant king, and frankly told him of their
state.
"My friends," he replied, "be no longer sad, but haste to depart. With
the morning's dawn guides shall take you to Bungandu with such gifts as
shall make you welcome to your folk. And when you come to them, say to
them that the elephant king desires lasting peace and friendship with
them. On our side we shall not injure their plantations, neither a
plantain, nor a manioc root belonging to them; and on your side dig no
pits for our unwary youngsters, nor hang the barbed iron aloft, nor
plant the poisoned stake in the path, so we shall escape hurt and be
unprovoked." And Dudu put his hand on the king's trunk as the pledge of
good faith.
In the morning, four elephants, as bearers of the gifts from the king--
bales of bark-cloth, and showy mats, and soft hides and other things--
and two fighting elephants besides their old friend, stood by the
entrance to the city, and when the king elephant came up he lifted
Salimba first on the back of her old companion, and then placed Dudu by
her side, and at a parting wave the company moved on.
In ten days they reached the edge of the plantation of Bungandu, and the
leader halted. The bales were set down on the ground, and then their
friend asked of Dudu and his wife--
"Know you where you are?"
"We do," they answered.
"Is this Bungandu?" he asked.
"This is Bungandu," they replied.
"Then here we part, that we may not alarm your friends. Go now your
way, and we go our way. Go tell your folk how the elephants treat their
friends, and let there be peace for ever between us."
The elephants turned away, and Dudu and Salimba, after hiding their
wealth in the underwood, went arm in arm into the village of Bungandu.
When their friends saw them, they greeted them as we would greet our
friends whom we have long believed to be dead, but who come back smiling
and rejoicing to us. When the people heard their story they greatly
wondered and doubted, but when Dudu and Salimba took them to the place
of parting and showed them the hoof prints of seven elephants on the
road, and the bales that they had hidden in the underwood, they believed
their story. And they made it a rule from that day that no man of the
tribe ever should lift a spear, or draw a bow, or dig a pit, or plant
the poisoned stake in the path, or hang the barbed iron aloft, to do
hurt to an elephant. And as a proof that I have but told the truth go
ask the Bungandu, and they will say why none of their race will ever
seek to hurt the elephant, and it will be the same as I have told you.
That is my story.