SECOND NIGHT
THE STORY OF HATHI GANESH, THE WHITE-EARED ELEPHANT
It was very hot. The Summer moon, pushing lazily through the whispering tracery of tall elm trees that cut the night sky, fell upon the same group of forest friends gathered in front of Tiger's cage that had been there the previous evening, when the Leopard brothers had discoursed so pleasantly of their Jungle life.
"What is the tale to-night, Sa'-zada, loved Master?" asked Magh, the Ourang-Outang, standing with one hand on Mooswa's back, who was lying down.
"It is the talk of Hathi," answered the Keeper.
Hathi could be heard blowing softly through his trunk to clear his throat, then he began his story: