by Ralph Helfer
Modoc
RALPH HELFER
The True Story of the Greatest Elephant That Ever Lived
To My Daughter
Tana
Contents
Author’s Note
1
ON A GRAY, FOGGY MORNING THEY CAME, rising on the…
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“MORNING, HERR GOBEL.”
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DURING THE SLOW SEASON CURPO was allowed to take care…
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SATURDAY MORNING. There was no great fanfare about it. Modoc’s…
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“Hi, I’M GERTIE,” said a voice.
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“NOW YOU KIDS BE CAREFUL and I don’t want you…
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THE SIDESHOW, which many patrons considered a “freak show,” featured…
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TRUCKS, SKIPLOADERS, AND ROUSTABOUTS were busy moving circus equipment and…
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WHEN BRAM ARRIVED at the circus grounds it looked as…
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NEWS ARRIVED FROM THE PORT that The Ghanjee from India…
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THE JOURNEY FOR BRAM was one of wonderment and danger.…
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“WHAT IN THE HELL do you think you’re doing!” The…
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THE WEATHER HAD TAKEN a turn for the worse. Winds…
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BRAM TOOK A MOMENT to gaze around the hold. Litter…
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“Help!…Help!”
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HOURS HAD PASSED. The fog thinned, and in places had…
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“I’M SORRY, but the doctor left strict orders that the…
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“WAKE UP! WAKE UP, SIR”
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A FEW DAYS HAD PASSED when a small Indian man…
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BRAM AWAKENED IN A BASKET CHAIR, hung from the high…
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THE SUN BROKE INTO DAYLIGHT like an egg being cracked…
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THE LIGHT OF THE FULL MOON moved through the trees…
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AS THE WEEKS WENT BY Bram and Mo lived wherever…
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A HUNDRED YARDS DOWNSTREAM Bram found a place where the…
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FOR A MONTH HE PRESSED ON, rarely stopping except to…
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THAT NIGHT BRAM LAY AWAKE; his thoughts were of Gertie.…
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A NOTICE IN THE VILLAGE said that Kalli Gooma would…
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BRAM AWOKE TO A LOUD COMMOTION. The early morning sun…
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BRAM AND SIAN WERE TO BE MARRIED! It said so…
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THIRTY-FOUR ELEPHANTS STOOD READY. Eight had been outfitted with machine…
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BRAM’S MIND AWOKE long before his body, to a slow-turning…
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THE CARAVAN WAS WAITING. Modoc and the other elephants that…
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SHE WAS THE BIGGEST FROM THE START. Even old Bertha,…
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THE LINES AT THE TICKET BOOTH stretched down the block…
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MO DIDN’T FEEL WELL. Her last performance had been a…
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“ALWAYS WALK IN THE VALLEY OF LIFE. The mountains on…
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BRAM NEVER DID GET OVER CURPO’S DEATH. He blamed himself…
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“I’M SELLING MO.”
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AN ANIMAL COMPANY called Gentle Jungle Exotic Animal Rental had…
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“THEY HAVE ANIMAL RENTAL COMPANIES HERE,” said Gertie.
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“MO IS LOSING HER SIGHT IN THE OTHER EYE, Bram.
Epilogue
Move Up, Mo!
Acknowledgments
About the Author
Other Books by Ralph Helfer
Copyright
About the Publisher
Author’s Note
The story of Modoc is true. When writers attempt to write a story based on the truth, they must first take all that they themselves have seen and know it to be a fact. Next comes research and documented proof which may—or may not—be true. And, finally, there is “hearsay”—that which people tell you is factual. All this is put in a bowl, mashed and ground, and spread onto the pages in as close a semblance as possible. Then a little (poetic) political license is taken.
Therefore, the story of Modoc is true—at least as far as I know. It’s the best I could do.
1
ON A GRAY, FOGGY MORNING THEY CAME, rising on the cold north winds from the icy peaks, sweeping across the timber land into the gray, misty valleys of the Black Forest…baby sounds! Somewhere below the fog layer, the insistent wails of a baby could be heard, their temerity as if from Mother Earth herself.
And then another voice arose. Deeper, brassy, trumpety, but still a…baby sound. It, too, was whisked away through the thermals, swirling and dashing about until it met its kin. A quiet moment hung over all. Then, together, they joined—the wailing and trumpeting became one. They drifted over the countryside, beyond the river, across the corn rows and the desolate fields of last summer’s picking.
The first sunlight of the morning bathed the chilly Hagendorf Valley with its burnt ochre sphere. It seemed to rest, but for a moment, at the foot of Olymstroem Mountain upon a rather small but quaint old German farm. It was from there both baby sounds emanated.
A rutted dirt road snaked up the center of the farm, separating the pale yellow German-Swiss style two-story house from the large, old, rock and timber barn. The barn’s rock supports had tumbled down at every corner, resembling small volcanoes with boulders spewed in all directions. The rotting wood structure seemed to be part of the earth itself, and spoke bluntly of the many years of winter storms it had survived.
Circus paraphernalia lay everywhere. A huge old wooden circus wagon, its hitch buried deep, wheels dug into the mud from years before, showed chips of red and gold paint still visible on its frame. Pieces of candy-striped tent hung over the barn’s windows. A broken ticket booth lay in shambles, its GENERAL ADMISSION sign still hanging from the roof. Chickens, geese, a few pigs ran free around the dwellings. This was the Gunterstein farm.
The baby sounds had separated. From the second-story window of the house only the soft crying of an infant could be heard. Hannah, the midwife, an exceedingly large and buxom woman, finished powdering the infant’s behind. After bundling him in a soft, warm blue blanket, she handed the baby boy to his mother. Katrina Gunterstein gently took her firstborn. A pretty woman in her early forties, the daughter of a dirt farmer, Katrina had a wide strong jaw and a high forehead that spoke well of her inherited German peasant stock. Kissing his bright pink cheeks, she opened her nightgown and offered the baby her full breast. The touch of the infant’s tiny mouth on her nipple sent a ripple of pure ecstasy through her body.
“Oh, Josef! This is a boy to be proud of. Is he not wonderful?” She looked through tears of joy at her husband, who stood at her bedside.
Josef was the epitome of a proud father gazing down at his infant son. His slender body and chiseled high cheekbones made him appear much taller than his six-foot frame. Katrina had found the man of her dreams in Josef, a quiet, gentle man of the Jewish faith. After many failed attempts during their ten years of marriage, they were now blessed with a marvelous boy child. Although his blond hair and features came from the strong Nordic side of Katrina’s family, he had the sweet and gentle warmth that radiated so strongly from Josef’s heritage. They named him Bram, after Josef’s father.
Josef, as his father years before him, worked for a small village circus in the nearby town of Hasengrossck. He was a trainer, a trainer of animals. More precisely, Josef was a trainer of elephants. At times Katrina thought he loved the elephants more than he loved her, but better it be animals, she thought with a smile, than another woman. Besides, this love for animals was what made him the wonderful, caring man he was.
An ear-splitting trumpet shocked them out of their bliss. Realizing there was another baby to celebrate, Josef kissed his wife, the infant, and, in his excitement, even Hannah, and dashed downstairs, embarrassed at the mistake he had just made.
He felt a chill in the air as he stepped out on the porch. As morning broke, the earth’s shadows eased their way down the mountains. Winter had worn out its welcome and spring was pushing the flowers up in the meadows. By the look of things it was going to be a wonderful day. Josef hugged himself briskly to keep out the cold and headed for the barn. Swinging open the large, creaky barn door, he stepped inside.
The scent of alfalfa, oat hay, and saddle soap, and the pungent odor of elephant stool in the damp musty air greeted Josef’s nostrils. Bale upon bale of hay was neatly stacked against one side of the wall and formed large rectangular steps leading to the very top of the barn. From there one could touch the huge rafters that held the old structure together. On the opposite side of the barn were animal stalls, tack, and feed rooms. Inside the spacious tack room, the leather horse saddles, bridles, and halters had been buffed and polished to a high sheen. The brass buckles, D-rings, and cinches all sparkled, each piece having its appropriate place.
Hanging in an area of their own were huge elephant cinches and girth straps. A large elephant headpiece straddled a wire-and-cloth dummy elephant head. Heavy chains, clevises, a large coil of rope, and various elephant hooks and shackles were neatly laid out on rough-cut wooden shelves. Adjoining stalls housed the farm horses, goats, pigs, and milk cows.
Silhouetted in the rays of the early morning sunlight filtering through the large open doors at the rear of the barn was a giant living form. Vapors rose from the monolithic body, spiraling up to the single hooded lamp hanging from a rafter high above in a feeble attempt to light the area below. The form had a strange resemblance to the locomotives hissing and steaming in the darkened train barn at Frankfurt station, waiting to be hitched to a long line of boxcars.
“Curpo, are you there?” Josef’s voice echoed in the cavernous barn.
Out of the shadows emerged a small hunchbacked man, barely four feet high, with a chin as prominent as the hump on his back. He wore a pair of leather shorts, high-top shoes, and a gold chain around his neck, from which hung the small tip of an elephant tusk. He was bare to the waist. His strong body, covered with the sweat and blood from his latest chore, accentuated his powerful arms and torso. Wiping his bloody hands on the towel draped over his shoulder, he swaggered out from between the elephant’s legs.
“I’m under ’ere, boss, with the punk,” he replied in a high-pitched, raspy Cockney accent.
As Josef approached he heard a couple of short chirps and a raspberry. A grin crossed his face as he circled around, patting the mother elephant’s huge wrinkled rump. Emma responded with a low rumble.
“My, my, would you look at this?”
The same expression he had had for his son now crossed his face as he beamed at the tottering baby elephant. Still wet from her mother’s womb, the fragile infant stood on her tiptoes, reaching up to the huge teats full of milk. Curpo handed Josef a towel. Squatting down at the side of the little punk, they gently proceeded to dry her soft gray body.
“She’s a real beauty, she is,” said Curpo.
The little elephant was so small that even Curpo could look over her back. The baby nursed on her mother, slopping and guzzling as milk oozed down the side of her mouth. Her tiny trunk, some ten inches long, curled up in the air, staying out of the way for this most important activity of her first day.
Josef settled back, leaning against one of Emma’s massive legs. He felt at peace with the world. Curpo had toweled off his own sweaty body and was putting on his undershirt.
“I ’eard about the baby, boss—I mean, t’other one. Congratulations to you and the missus.”
“It must be one of those special happenings that has a mystical meaning, Curpo, to have my son born on the same day, let alone the same hour, as the baby elephant.”
“Amuugghh,” Curpo mumbled, having gotten his hump stuck while trying to put on his shirt. Josef smiled as he reached over and pulled it down.
“I always wanted a boy and a girl, Curpo, and now I have them both.”
The baby elephant had stopped nursing on Emma and was now trying to nurse on Curpo’s pointed chin.
“Let’s not get started on the wrong foot ’ere, youngster,” said Curpo, gently guiding the baby back to her mother’s teat.
Josef grinned, “She’s going to be the best, Curpo—the very best.”
2
“MORNING, HERR GOBEL.”
Josef always made it a point to stand in front of the elephant tent each morning as the owner passed by making his rounds. Herr Gobel’s short, fat frame and waddling walk always reminded Josef of a penguin.
“Good morning to you, Josef, and how is our little one doing this morning? Growing nicely, is she?”
Josef feared Herr Gobel. He was an old man set in his ways, and though Josef, like his father, had worked many years for the circus, he knew anything that happened out of the ordinary could change Gobel into a most intolerable person.
“The baby’s doing quite well, sir, as is Emma.” Then, as an afterthought, “I told the keepers to have the first fresh cutting of hay delivered to my farm directly from the fields. It will keep Emma in good rich milk.”
“That’s good thinking, Josef. It’s why I chose for you to care for my Emma during her pregnancy and rearing of the baby, huh!” Gobel put his arm around Josef. “There’ll be a few extra shekels in your pay envelope each week, unless of course a problem develops, yah, Josef?”
Josef flushed at Gobel’s condescending attitude. Afraid his anger might show, he lowered his head and turned toward the elephants.
“Now then, I’m off,” said Herr Gobel, patting his round belly. “The best to your wife and baby Bram.” Gobel turned and headed toward the big top, using his cane to strike at any papers or trash in his way.
Josef had plans to make Emma’s baby the best trained elephant the world had ever seen. If anyone could do it, he could. His whole family was circus, and the last three generations were all elephant trainers. They had handed down all their secrets and methods, and Josef, as inheritor of that knowledge, felt he had the capability to make her the greatest. Someday, when Bram was older and had learned all that Josef had to teach, she would be turned over to him, and he’d follow in his father’s footsteps.
Rarely has war, weather, or the economy prevented the circus from performing. “The Show Must Go On” became the word, better yet, the unwritten law, and rare was the day it wasn’t adhered to. The circus has been part of the human tradition for thousands of years.
When one is at the circus, the blazing colors of red and gold; the oom-pah-pah of the calliope; the pungent odor of the animals, cotton candy, hot buttered popcorn; the sideshow barker with his “Step right up, ladies and gentlemen,” all create a fantasy that can become real if one lets the youth within come out to play. The impossible becomes reality. Beyond the wonderment, the surprises and excitement cause a release of pent-up emotions. Time seems to stop. Troubles leave the mind. This is where romance begins. Young and old, in their own way, are swept up in this panacea of delight. The young sit amazed at the “torso” woman and marvel at the arena acts, while the elderly wonder how she goes to the toilet and wait to see if the lions or tigers will attack their trainer.
The Wunderzircus was of average
size, consisting of a performance tent, also known as the big top; a menagerie tent; six sideshow tents; half a dozen food stands; trucks and various trailers; and all the paraphernalia that encompass the making of a circus. Everything was painted in the customary striped bright gold and red with a touch of black and white for accent. The big top held three or four hundred people, including standing room, and was the largest tent in the circus. Four huge support poles ran in a row lengthwise down the middle of the tent. A circle of railroad ties formed the center ring. Within the circle, a thick layer of sawdust had been spread. Nearby lay sections of neatly stacked steel bars that later formed the big cat arena. One could see for miles the huge red letters printed across the top of the tent: WUNDERZIRCUS, and below in smaller print, THE GREATEST SHOW IN THE WORLD.
The menagerie tent housed the animals, and though some had a natural hostility toward one another, they all seemed to share a mutual respect and compatibility.
The relationship between the trainers and animals was, to say the least, different from that in any other circus. The credit was Josef’s. Following in his father’s footsteps, he schooled each trainer in a unique style of training his family had developed many years ago.
Respected and admired by all, his way with animals was seen in the gentleness and love the animals and the trainers had for one another. He based his teaching on love, not fear. In fact, an enormous amount of love and patience, interlaced with eating, cleaning, and sometimes even sleeping together, bound them together affectionately. The animals were constantly being bathed, touched, and preened. There seemed to be no separation between the two-legged and the four-legged—but common sense was always practiced and never forgotten. The trainers knew that the animals, because of their wild heritage, had a potential for becoming dangerous.