Ralph Helfer by Modoc: The True Story of the Greatest Elephant That Ever Lived

Author:Modoc: The True Story of the Greatest Elephant That Ever Lived
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Circus Animals, Juvenile Nonfiction, Animals, Elephants, Mammals, Circus, Performing Arts, Modoc (Elephant), General, Nature, Wildlife, Biography & Autobiography, Essays, Human-Animal Relationships
ISBN: 9780060929510
Publisher: HarperCollins
Published: 1997-01-02T06:00:00+00:00

She answered back with a squeak. They rode off over the vast flat land.

Bram stood and watched, hoping Modoc didn’t try to escape. His only hope was to think of something quickly.

A warm wind had blown in from the north, whipping the dust into the air. The simmering heat from the desert floor rose and appeared to create grotesque images on the horizon. Lakes without water, trees without roots, forms of fantasy concocted by one’s imagination. Bram watched as the men, Mo, and the horses became one long thin silhouette, dissolving, separating, connecting in a string of occurrences. All unreal surrealistic changes, things that were once living forms were now but thoughts of a heat wave.

From the waning images there appeared a hovering dot. It grew as its form changed and separated. Pieces came together, then parted, until finally a steady picture of something coming was formed. Bram wiped his eyes, the dust having blurred his vision.

Something was coming! Mo? Did she escape? Or was it a rider coming back? For what? Were they coming back to kill him? Of course, that’s it! They couldn’t do it with Mo there, and he had seen their faces and could identify them to the authorities!

The rider was coming fast now, his rags of clothing blowing in the wind.

Bram’s heart raced, gulping his breath. He could see the man now. Sword drawn, he leaned forward in the saddle, intent on his mission.

Cupping his hands to his lips and with all the vocal power he could possibly summon, Bram screamed, “MMMOOODDDOOOCCC!!!”

His voice broke the stillness like a crystal falling, shattering into a thousand pieces. The scream carried on the hot wind, blowing against the dark rider, past the mirages to the giant ears of Modoc. Ears that could hear what no mortal can. She stopped, stood stock-still. Her head was held up high, the tip of her trunk stretched into the wind, then it dropped. The tip started a rhythmic thumping in the dirt.

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