He walked all round it considering the situation.

Then he wound his huge trunk about the bole of the tree and, putting out his strength, tried to pull it over.

It was an anxious moment, but this particular child of the forest had not grown there for some hundreds of years, withstanding all the shocks of wind, weather and water, in order to be laid low by an elephant, however enormous.

It shook a little--no more.

Abandoning this attempt as futile, Jana next began to try to dig it up by driving his tusk under its roots.
Here, too, he failed because they grew among stones which evidently jarred him.
Ceasing from these agricultural efforts with a deep rumble of rage, he adopted yet a third expedient.