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Shooting an Elephant

In Moulmein, in lower Burma, I was hated by numbers of people -- the only time in my life that I have been important enough for this to happen to me. I was sub-divisional police officer of the town, and in an aimless, petty kind of way anti-European feeling was very bitter. No one had guts to raise a riot, but if a European woman went through the bazaars alone somebody would probably spit betel juice over her dress. As a police officer I was an obvious target and was baited whenever it seemed safe to do so. When a nimble Burman tripped me up on the football field and the referee (another Burman) looked the other way, the crowd yelled with hideous laughter. This happened more than once. In the end the sneering yellow faces of young men that met me everywhere, the insults hooted after me when I was at a safe distance, got badly on my nerves. The young Buddhist priests were the worst of all. There were several thousands of them in the town and none of them seemed to have anything to do except stand on street corners and jeer at Europeans.

All this was perplexing and upsetting. For at that time I had already made up my mind that imperialism was an evil thing and the sooner I chucked up my job and god out of it the better. Theoretically-and secretly, of course -- I was all for the Burmese and all against their oppressors, the British. As for the job I was doing, I hated it more bitterly than I can perhaps make clear. In a job like that you see the dirty work of Empire at close quarters. The wretched prisoners huddling in the stinking cages of the scarred buttocks of the men who had been flogged with bamboos -- all these oppressed me with an intolerable sense of guilt. But I could get nothing into perspective. I was young and ill-educated and I had had to think out my problems in the utter silence that is imposed in every Englishman in the East. I did not even know that the British Empire is dying, still less did I know that it is a great deal better than the younger empires that are going to supplant it. All I knew was that I was stuck between my hatred of the empire I served nad my rage against the evil-spirited little beasts who tried to make my job impossible. With one part of my mind I thought of the British Raj as an unbreakable tyranny, as something clamped down, in saecula saeculorum, upon the will of prostrate peoples; with another part I thought that the greatest joy in the world would be to drive a bayonet into a Buddhist priest's guts. Feelings like these are the normal by-products of imperialism; ask any Anglo-Indian official, if you can catch him off dutty.

One day something happened which in a roundabout way was enlightening. It was a tiny incident in itself, but it gave me a better glimpse than I had before of the real nature of imperialism -- the real motives for which despotic governments act. Early one morning the sub-inspector at a police station the other end of the town rang me up on the phone and said that an elephant was ravaging the bazaar. Would I please come and do something about it? I did not know what I could do, but I wanted to see what was happening and I got on to a pony and started out. I took my rifle, an old .44 Winchester and much too small to kill an elephant, but I thought the noise might be useful in terrorem. Various Burmans stopped me on the way and told me about the elephant's doings. It was not, of course, a wild elephant, but a tame one which had gone "must." It had been chained up, as tame elephants always are when their attack of "must" is due, but on the previous night it had broken its chain and escaped. Its mahout, the only person who could manage it when it was in that state, had set out in pursuit, but had taken the wrong direction and was now twelve hours' journey away, and in the morning the elephant had suddenly reappeared in the town. The Burmese population had no weapons and were quite helpless against it. It had already destroyed somebody's bamboo hut, killed a cow and raided some fruit-stalls and devoured the stock; also it had met the municipal rubbish van and, when the driver jumped out and took to his heels, had turned the van over and inflicted violences upon it.

The Burmese sub-inspector and some Indian constables were waiting for me in the quarter where the elephant had been seen. It was a very poor quarte, a labyrinth of squalid bamboo huts, thatched with palmleaf, winding all over a steep hillside. I remember that it was a cloudy, stuffy morning at the beginning of the rains. We began questioning the people as to where the elephant had gone and, as usual, failed to get any definite information. That is invariably the case in the East; a story always sounds clear enough at a distance, but the nearer you get to the scene of events the vaguer it becomes. Some of the people said that the elephant had gone in one direction, some said that he had gone in another, some professed not even to have heard of any elephant. I had almost made up my mind that the whole story was a pack of lies, when we heard yells a little distance away. There was a loud, scandalized cry of "Go away, child! Go away this instant!" and an old woman with a switch in her hand came round the corner of a hut, violently shooing away a crowd of naked children. Some more women followed, clicking their tongues and exclaiming; evidently there was something that the children ought not to have seen. I rounded the hut and saw a man's dead body sprawling in the mud. He was an Indian, a black Dravidian coolie, almost naked, and he could not have been dead many minutes. The people said that the elephant had come suddenly upon him round the corner of the hut, caught him its trunk, put its foot on his back and ground him into the earth. This was the rainy season and the ground was soft, and his face had scored a trench a foot deep and a couple of yards long. He was lying on his belly with arms crucified and head sharply twisted to one side. His face was coated with mud, the eyes wide open, the teeth bared and grinning with an expression‎ of unendurable agony. (Never tell me, by the way, that the dead look peaceful. Most of the corpses I have seen looked devilish.) The friction of the great beast's foot had stripped the skin from his back as neatly as one skins a rabbit. As soon as I saw the dead man I sent an orderly to a friend's house nearby to borrow an elephant rifle. I had already sent back the pony, not wanting it to go mad with fright and throw me if it smelt the elephant.

The orderly came back in a few minutes with a rifle and five cartridges, and meanwhile some Burmans had arrived and told us that the elephant was in the paddy fields below, only a few population of the quarter flocked out of the house and followed me. They had seen the rifle and were all shooting excitedly that I was going to shoot the elephant. They had not shown much interest in the elephant when he was merely ravaging their homes, but it was different now that he was going to be shot. It was a bit of fun to then, as it would be to an English crowd; besides they wanted the meat. It made me vaguely uneasy. I had no intention of shooting the elephant -- I had merely sent for the rifle to defend myself if necessary -- and it is always unnerving to have a crowd following you. I marched down the hill, looking and feeling a fool, with the rifle over my shoulder and an ever-growing army of people jostling at my heels. At the bottom, when you got away from the huts, there was a metalled road and beyond that a miry waste of paddy fields a thousand yards across, not yet ploughed but soggy from the first rains and dotted with coarse grass. The elephant was standing eight yards from the road, his left side towards us. He took not the slightest notice of the crowd's approach. He was tearing up bunches of grass, beating them against his knees to clean them and stuffing them into his mouth.

I had halted on the road. As soon as I saw the elephant I knew with perfect certainty that I ought not to shoot him. It is a serious matter to shoot a working elephant -- it is comparable to destroying a huge and costly be avoided. And at that distance, peacefully eating, the elephant looked no more dangerous than a cow. I thought then and I think now that his attack of "must" was already passing off; in which case he would merely wander harmlessly about until the mahout came back and caught him. Moreover, I did not in the least want to shoot him. I decided that I would watch him for a little while to make sure that he did not turn savage again, and then go home.

But at the moment I glanced round at the crowd that had followed me. It was an immense crowd, two thousand at the least and growing every minute. It blocked the road for a long distance on either side. I looked at the sea of yellow faces above the garish clothes -- faces all happy and exited over this bit of fun, all certain that the elephant was going to be shot. They were watching me as they would watch 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. And suddenly I realized that I should have to shoot the elephant after all. The people expected it of me and I had got to do it; I could feel their two thousand wills pressing me forward, irresistibly. And it was at this moment, as I stood there with the rifle in my hands, that I first grasped the hollowness, the futility of the white man's dominion in the East. Here was I, the white man with his

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gun, standing in front of the unarmed native crowd-seemingly the leading actor of the piece but in reality I was only an absurd puppet pushed to and fro by the will of those yellow faces behind.

unarmed〔a〕; 무장하지 않은, 무기를 갖지 않은, 비무장의;무기를 사용하지 않은, 맨손의

crowd1〔n〕;〔「앞으로 밀다」의 뜻에서〕군중, 인파(throng);오합지졸(⇒ mob [유의어]);[the crowd] 민중, 대중,  다수, 많음

seem·ingly〔ad〕; 겉으로는, 표면[외관]상(은), 《고어》 어울리는(becomingly), [문장 전체를 수식하여] 겉으로 보기에

the leading actor of the piece ; 이 작품의 주연, lead로 축약하기도 함

absurd〔a〕;〔「귀가 아주 먹은」의 뜻에서불합리한, 부조리한, 어리석은(foolish), 바보 같은, 웃기는, 터무니없는

pup·pet〔n〕;〔「인형」의 뜻에서〕꼭두각시;괴뢰, 앞잡이;작은 인형

pushed〔a〕; 《구어》 서둘러;현금이 모자란;《미·속어》 술취한, 마약 중독의

to and fro ; 이리저리

I perceived in this moment that when the white man turns tyrant it is his own freedom that he destroys.

per·ceive〔vt〕;〔「완전히 파악하다」의 뜻에서〕지각(知覺)하다, 감지(感知)하다, 인지[인식]하다, 눈치채다, 알아차리다 / 이해하다; 깨닫다, <의미·진상 등을> 파악하다

ty·rant〔n〕;〔「절대 군주」의 뜻에서〕 폭군, 전제 군주, 압제자, 폭군 같은 사람

de·stroy〔vt〕;〔「허물어뜨리다」의 뜻에서〕 파괴하다(opp. construct);<문서 등을> 파기하다;훼손하다, 멸하다, 괴멸[박멸]하다, 구제(驅除)하다;<동물을> 죽이다, 잡다 《보통 수동형으로 씀, vi파괴하다, 부서지다

He becomes a sort of hollow, posing dummy, the conventionalized figure of a sahib.

the conventionalized figure of a sahib ; 나리라는 상투적인 인물 = sahib 식민지 시대에 인도인이 유럽인에게 쓰는 존칭

For it is the condition of his rule that he stall spend his life in trying to impress the "natives," and so in every crisis he has got to do what the "natives" expect of him.

He wears a mask, and his face grows to fit it. I had got to shoot the elephant.

I had committed myself to doing it when I sent for the rifle.

I had committed myself to doing it when I sent for the rifle.(나는 소총을 가지러 보낼 때 그러기로 작정한 셈이었다.)

A sahib has got to act like a sahib; he has got to appear resolute, to know his own mind and do definite things.

know his own mind(의향이 정해져 있다. 결심이 되어 있다.)

To come all that way, rifle in hand, with two thousand people marching at my heels, and then to trail feebly away, having done nothing-no, that was impossible.

trail feebly away,(힘없이 사라지다. 힘없이 발을 빼다.)

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.

But I did not want to school the elephant. I watched him beating his bunch of grass against his knees, with that preoccupied grandmotherly air that elephants have.

with that preoccupied grandmotherly air that elephants have.(코끼리 특유의 할며니 같은 무심한 자세로)

It seemed to me that it would be murder to shoot him. At that age I was not squeamish about killing animals, but I had never shot an elephant and never wanted to. (Somehow it always seems worse to kill a large animal.) Besides, there was the beast's owner to be considered. Alive, the elephant was worth at least a hundred pounds; dead, he would only be worth the value of his tusks, five pounds, possibly. But I had got to act quickly. I turned to some experienced-looking Burmans who had been there when we arrived, and asked them how the elephant had been behaving. They all said the same thing: he took no notice of you if you left him alone, but he might charge if you went too close to him.

It was perfectly clear to me what I ought to do. I ought to walk up to within, say, twenty-five yards of the elephant and test his behavior. If he charged, I could shoot; if he took no notice of me, it would be safe to leave him until the mahout came back. But also I knew that I was going to do such thing. I was a poor shot with a rifle and the ground was soft mud into which one would sink at every step.

was a poor shot with a rifle(소총 사격 솜씨가 좋지 않았다. shot:사수, 총수)

If the elephant charged and I missed him, I should have about as much chance as a toad under a steam-roller.

have about as much chance as a toad under a steam-roller.(땅 고르는 기계 밑에 깔린 두꺼비 신세처럼 위험하다. chance:위험, 모험)

But even then I was not thinking particularly of my own skin, only of the watchful yellow faces behind. For at that moment, with the crowd watching me, I was not afraid in the ordinary sense, as I would have been if I had been alone. A white man mustn't be frightened in front of "natives" and so, in general, he isn't frightened. The sole thought in my mind was that if anything went wrong those two thousand Burmans would see me pursued, caught, trampled on and reduced to a grinning corpse like that Indian up the hill.

if anything went wrong(일이 잘못되면)

And if that happened it was quite probable that some of them would laugh. That would never do.

That would never do.(그것은 있을 수 없는 일일 것이다. do: = happen, take place)

There was only one alternative. I shoved the cartridges into the magazine and lay down on the road to get a better aim.

to get a better aim.(겨냥을 더 잘하기 위해)

The crowd grew very still, and a deep, low, happy sigh, as of people who see the theatre curtain go up at last, breathed from innumerable throats. They were going to have their bit of fun after all. The rifle was a beautiful German thing with cross-hair sights.

with cross-hair sights.(십자선이 그려진 가늠자가 달린. sight:(총의) 조준기, 가늠자(쇠)

I did not then know that in shooting an elephant one would shoot to cut an imaginary bar running from ear-hole to ear-hole.

an imaginary bar running from ear-hole to ear-hole.(귓구멍에서 귓구멍으로 이어지는 가상의 가로줄)

I ought, therefore, as the elephant was sideways on, to have aimed straight at his ear-hole, actually I aimed several inches in front of this, thinking the brain would be further forward.

When I pulled the trigger I did not hear the bang or feel the kick-one never does when a shot goes home- but I heard the devilish roar of glee that went up from the crowd. In that instant, in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there, a mysterious, terrible had come over the elephant.

the kick((총의) 반동)

a shot goes home(총알이 명중하다)

the devilish roar of glee(엄청난 환호성 devilish:<구어> 굉장한, 대단한)

in too short a time, one would have thought, even for the bullet to get there,(총알이 그곳에 도착하기에도 부족한 짧은 순간에 one would have thought 는 삽입절

He neither stirred nor fell, but every line of his body had altered. He looked suddenly stricken, shrunken, immensely old, as though the frightful impact of the bullet had paralysed him without knocking him down.

stricken, shrunken, immensely old,(공포에 사로잡히고 쪼그라든, 그리고 엄청나게 늙어 버린)

At last, after what seemed a long time -- it might have been five seconds, I dare say -- he sagged flabbily to his knees. His mouth slobbered.

I dare say( = I suppose, 아마도)

sagged flabbily to his knees.(맥없이 무릎을 꿇었다)

An enormous senility seemed to have settled upon him. One could have imagined him thousands of year old. I fired again into the same spot. At the second shot he did not collapse but climbed with desperate slowness to his feet and stood weakly upright, with legs sagging and head drooping. I fired a third time. That was the shot that did for him.

did for(do for:= defeat, destroy)

You could see the agony of it jolt his whole body and knock the last remnant of strength from his legs. But in falling he seemed for a moment to rise, for as his hind legs collapsed beneath him he seemed to tower upward like a huge rock toppling, his trunk reaching skyward like a tree. He trumpeted, for the first and only time. And then down he came, his belly towards me, with a crash that seemed to shake the ground even where I lay.

the agony of it(총알이 가한 고통)

tower(tower:=reach or rise to a great height)

trumpeted,(코끼리가 나팔 같은 소리를 내다)

I got up. The burmans were already recing past me across the mud. It was obvious that the elephant would never rise again, but he was not dead. He was breathing very rhythmically with long rattling gasps, his great mound of a side painfully rising and falling. His mouth was wide open - I could see far down into caverns of pale pink throat. I waited a long time for him to die, but his breathing did not weaken. Finally I fired my two remaining shots into the spot where I thought his heart nust be. The thick bliid welled out of him like red velvet, but still he did not die. His body did not even jerk when the shots hit him the tortured breathing continued without a pause. He was dying, very slowly and in great agony, but in some world remote from me where not even a bullet could damage him further. I felt that I had got to put an end to that dreadful noise. It seemed dreadful to see the great beast lying there, powerless to move and yet powerless to die, and even to be able to finish him. I sent back for my small rifle and poured shot after shot into his heart and down his throat. They seemed to make no impression. The tortured gasps continued as steadily as the ticking of a clock.

caverns(폐 따위의 공동 空洞)

In the end I could not stand it any went away. I heard later that it took him half an hour to die. Burmans were bringing dahs and baskets even before I left, and I was told they had stripped his body almost to the bones by the afternoon.

dahs(미얀마에서 쓰는 작은 칼)

Afterwards, of course, there were endless discussions about the shooting of the elephant. The owner was furious, but he was only an Indian and could do nothing. Beside, legally I had done the right thing, for a mud elephant has to be killed, like a mad dog, if its owner fails to control it. Among the Europeans opinion was divided. The older men said I was right, the younger men said it was a damn shame to shoot an elephant for killing a coolie, because an elephant was worth more than any damn Coringhee coolie. And afterwards I was very glad that the coolie had been killed: it put me legally in the right and it gave me a sufficient pretext for shooting the elephant. I often wondered whether any of the others grasped that I had done it solely to avoid looking a fool.

Coringhee(Coringhee: =a person from town of Coringa in India)

grasped(grasped: =understand, perceive)

[eunice]

선영언니, 힘드셨겠어요...저 무수히 까만 글자들을 일일이 타이핑하셨을거 생각하니...에효...

[연서]

와.. 대단하셔요. 전 아마 이만큼 타이핑하려했으면... 토했을거예요.

[happy]

Wow! 벌어진 입이 다물어 지지 않아요. 언제 원상복구가 될런지*^^*

[예림]

와우!! 예쁜 선영씨 짱이야!! 원문 아래에 내가 주석을 달께요. 마침 승민씨가 구한 해석본을 참작해서 원문에 충실하게...

[sue h.]

언니들 대단하세요~!! 정말 언니들 학구열에 놀랐어요!!

[eunice]

그러고 보니, 30p 부터는 제가 할 분량이네요^^;;;

[행복충전]

선영아. 맨날 늦게 까지 놀고 늦잠꾸러기가 ,,이런일이 정말 기특다. 넌 할일은 하면서 노는군.. 난 아마 일주일 내내 쳐도 못칠분량이다.. 토욜날도 일찍와라.

[happy]

wow! shooting = goal.결론은 끝났다. 이런 얘기지 뭐.