Elephant Song

Joh

Joh

Go in peace, and forgive us for what we have done to your tribe.  He walked away to the edge of the tree-line.  Daniel did not follow him.

He understood that Joh

At first the carrion birds were tiny specks against the glaring alps of cumulus cloud, like grains of pepper sprinkled on a tablecloth.

Then they soared closer overhead, forming circling squadrons, turning on their wide wings in orderly formations, a dark wheel of death high above the killing-ground, and their shadows flitted over the piled carcasses in the centre of Long Vlei.

Forty minutes later Daniel heard the rumble of the approaching trucks, and saw them coming slowly through the forest.  A squad of half-naked axemen ran ahead of the convoy, cutting out the brush and making a rough track for them to follow.

Joh

The piles of dead elephant were pulled apart with winches and chains.

Then the wrinkled grey skin was sliced through down the length of the belly and the spine.  Again the electric winches were brought into play and the skin was flensed off the carcass with a crackling sound as the subcutaneous tissue released its grip.  It came off in long slabs, grey and corrugated on the outside, gleaming white on the inside.  The men laid each strip on the dusty earth and heaped coarse salt upon it The naked carcasses looked strangely obscene in the bright sunlight, wet and marbled with white fat and exposed scarlet muscle, the swollen bellies bulging as though to invite the stroke of the flensing knives.

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Carefully controlling the depth of the cut so as not to puncture the entrails, he walked the length of the body drawing the blade like a zipper down the belly pouch so that it gaped open and the stomach sac bulged out, glistening like the silk of a parachute.

Then the colossal coils of the intestines slithered after it.

These seemed to have a separate life.  Like the body of an awakening python, they twisted and unfolded under the impetus of their own slippery weight.

The chainsaw men set to work.  The intrusive clatter of the two-stroke engines seemed almost sacrilegious in this place of death, and the exhausts blew snorting blue smoke into the bright air.  They lopped the limbs off each carcass, and a fine mush of flesh and bone chips flew in a spray from the teeth of the spi

Then they buzzed through the spine and ribs, and the carcasses fell into separate parts that were winched into the waiting refrigerator trucks.

A special gang went from carcass to carcass with long boat-hooks, poking in the soft wet mounds of spilled entrails to drag out the wombs of the females.  Daniel watched as they split open one of the engorged wombs, dark purple with its covering of enlarged blood vessels.  From the foetal sac, in a flood of amniotic fluid the foetus, the size of a large dog, slid out and lay in the trampled grass.

It was only a few weeks from term, a perfect little elephant covered with a coat of reddish hair that it would have lost soon after birth.

It was still alive, moving its trunk feebly.  Kill it, Daniel ordered harshly in Sindebele.  It was improbable that it could feel pain, but he turned away in relief as one of the men struck off the tiny head with a single blow of his panga.  Daniel felt nauseated, but he knew that nothing from the cull should be wasted.  The skin of the unborn elephant would be finegrained and valuable, worth a few hundred dollars for a handbag or a briefcase.

To distract himself he walked away across the killing-ground.

All that remained now were the heads of the great animals and the glistening piles of their entrails.  From the guts nothing of value could be salvaged and they would be left for the vultures and hyena and jackal.

The ivory tusks, still embedded in their castles of bone, were the most precious part of the cull.  The poachers and the ivoryhunters of old would not risk damaging them with a careless axe-stroke, and customarily would leave the ivory in the skull until the cartilaginous sheath that held it secure rotted and softened and released its grip.

Within four or five days the tusks could usually be drawn by hand, perfect and unmarked.

However, there was no time to waste on this procedure.  The tusks must be cut out by hand.

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They squatted beside the heads and tapped patiently with their native axes.

While they were engaged in this painstaking work Daniel stood with Joh

But necessary, Joh

If that happens it would prohibit the trade in any elephant products, skin, ivory or meat.  What do you think of that, Warden?  It makes me very angry.  Joh

His expression was savage.  It would prevent any further culling operations, wouldn't it?  Daniel persisted.  Not at all, Joh

Skilfully one of them drew the nerve, a soft grey gelatinous core, from the hollow end of the tusk.  Then Joh