Shooting an Elephant
by George Orwell (1936) Advanced
In this simplified
extract from his famous essay Orwell describes his
experience as an imperial policeman in Burma. When an
elephant escapes, the local population expects him to
deal with the situation.
I marched down the hill, looking and feeling a fool. My
rifle was over my shoulder and an ever-growing army of
people followed at my heels.
At the bottom, the elephant was standing eight yards
from the road, his left side towards us. Ignoring the
crowd's approach, he continued tearing up bunches of
grass and stuffing them into his mouth.
I halted on the road. As soon as I saw the elephant I
knew with perfect certainty that I ought not to shoot
him. At that distance, peacefully eating, he looked no
more dangerous than a cow.
I did not want to shoot him
But at
that moment I glanced round at the crowd that now
blocked the road for a long distance on either
side. There were at least two thousand people.
More were joining every minute.
I looked at the sea of faces. All were happy and
excited over this bit of fun. All were certain that the
elephant was going to be shot.
It was like I was a conjurer about to perform a trick.
They did not like me, but with the magical rifle in my
hands I was momentarily worth watching.
A Poor Shot
And suddenly I realized that I had to shoot the
elephant after all.
To come all
that way, rifle in hand, and do nothing – no,
that was impossible. The crowd would laugh at me. And
my whole life, every white man's life in the East, was
one long struggle not to be laughed at.
I
had got to act quickly. I was a poor shot with a rifle
and the ground was soft mud. If the elephant charged
and I missed him...
Even then I was afraid in the ordinary sense, only of
the crowd watching me. If anything went wrong those two
thousand Burmans would see it. . And some of them would
laugh. That would never do.
A Terrible Change
When I
pulled the trigger I did not hear the bang or feel the
kick. But I heard the devilish roar of glee that went
up from the crowd.
In that instant, a mysterious, terrible change had come
over the elephant. He neither stirred nor fell, but
every line of his body altered. He looked suddenly
immensely old.
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