On more accounts than one, a pity it is that the whale does not possess this prehensile virtue in his tail; for I have heard of yet another elephant, that when wounded in the fight, curved round his trunk
and extracted the dart.
After inspection the two would come up with a song from the sea," Moti Guj, all black and shining, waving a torn tree branch twelve feet long in his trunk
, and Deesa knotting up his own long wet hair.
He knew what he was talking of; for he had been born under Kala Nag's shadow, had played with the end of his trunk
before he could walk, had taken him down to water as soon as he could walk, and Kala Nag would no more have dreamed of disobeying his shrill little orders than he would have dreamed of killing him on that day when Big Toomai carried the little brown baby under Kala Nag's tusks, and told him to salute his master that was to be.
Was it not youth to feel as he felt now, when coming from the other side to the edge of the wood he saw in the glowing light of the slanting sunbeams the gracious figure of Varenka in her yellow gown with her basket, walking lightly by the trunk
of an old birch tree, and when this impression of the sight of Varenka blended so harmoniously with the beauty of the view, of the yellow oatfield lying bathed in the slanting sunshine, and beyond it the distant ancient forest flecked with yellow and melting into the blue of the distance?
He flung his trunk
from side to side, and his monstrous bounds gave the car several rather heavy thumps.
Moreover, it is a peculiar trunk
, without any visible means of opening.
And around the main trunk
above the fork Lop-Ear circled too, keeping always the trunk
between himself and the Fire-Man.
Another rut saved him, however, tilting the trunk
just sufficiently to enable his violent struggling to drag the foot clear.
The dirty maidservant stepped from behind the trunk
, put up her plait, sighed, and went on her short, bare feet along the path.
The three were off at last, with Pollyanna's trunk
in behind, and Pollyanna herself snugly ensconced between Nancy and Timothy.
To these remonstrances, the single gentleman answered not a word, but when the trunk
was at last got into the bed-room, sat down upon it and wiped his bald head and face with his handkerchief.
The next evening, at about the same hour, accompanied by two others whose names are not recalled, they were again on the porch of the Harding house, and again the mysterious phenomenon occurred: the vine was violently agitated while under the closest scrutiny from root to tip, nor did their combined strength applied to the trunk
serve to still it.