-- ahaa ! Together ! To Toomai of the Elephants . Barrao ! '' And at that last wild yell the whole line flung up their trunks till the tips touched their foreheads , and broke out into the full salute -- the crashing trumpet-peal that only the Viceroy of India hears , the Salaamut of the Keddah . But it was all for the sake of Little Toomai , who had seen what never man had seen before -- the dance of the elephants at night and alone in the heart of the Garo hills ! Shiv and the Grasshopper -LRB- The song that Toomai 's mother sang to the baby -RRB- Shiv , who poured the harvest and made the winds to blow , Sitting at the doorways of a day of long ago , Gave to each his portion , food and toil and fate , From the King upon the guddee to the Beggar at the gate . All things made he -- Shiva the Preserver . Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! He made all , -- Thorn for the camel , fodder for the kine , And mother 's heart for sleepy head , O little son of mine ! Wheat he gave to rich folk , millet to the poor , Broken scraps for holy men that beg from door to door ; Battle to the tiger , carrion to the kite , And rags and bones to wicked wolves without the wall at night . Naught he found too lofty , none he saw too low -- Parbati beside him watched them come and go ; Thought to cheat her husband , turning Shiv to jest -- Stole the little grasshopper and hid it in her breast . So she tricked him , Shiva the Preserver . Mahadeo ! Mahadeo ! Turn and see . Tall are the camels , heavy are the kine , But this was Least of Little Things , O little son of mine ! When the dole was ended , laughingly she said , `` Master , of a million mouths , is not one unfed ? '' Laughing , Shiv made answer , `` All have had their part , Even he , the little one , hidden ` neath thy heart . ''
From her XXXXX she plucked it , Parbati the thief , Saw the Least of Little Things gnawed a new-grown leaf !
Naught O Thorn Thought breast doorways none salute song winds