Maj. T. W. ROGERS - hunter becomes the hunted
BY J. B. Muller
From St. Mark's Church, Badulla, brass plaque on the wall (English).
A plaque in Sinhala is to be found on the opposite wall (on the right
hand side when one enters the Church building).
A.D. 1845
THIS CHURCH WAS ERECTED TO THE HONOUR OF GOD
In Memory of
THOMAS WILLIAM ROGERS
Major, Ceylon Rifle Regiment
Assistant Government Agent and
District Judge of Badulla
By All Classes of His
Friends and Admirers.
He was killed by lightning at
Hapootalle June 7th 1845
Aged 41 "In the midst of life
we are in Death."
And thereby hangs one of the most bizarre stories from the British
period of this country's colonial history.
Major Rogers has come to our notice because he is reputed to have
hunted down and shot over 1,600 elephants, about double the current
elephant population of Sri Lanka in 2005.
As the assistant government agent and district judge of Oovah (Uva)
he received a great deal of information about the herds of wild elements
that roamed freely not only in the Dry Zone forests below the central
massif but also those elephants that migrated regularly to the hills to
feed, to mate, and do all the other things elephants are wont to do when
they are both wild and free.
In this manner, Major Rogers came to know of a hasthi-rajah or
elephant king, the paramount leader of a large herd of tuskers and said
to be a magnificent tusker himself.
Rogers's blood caught fire when he heard this news and he decided
that he would hunt this animal down and claim for himself the dubious
distinction of having killed it.
Apparently, at this time, Ms. Buller, the wife of the Commissioner
for Colombo City was visiting at Badulla and so, with a view to
impressing her with his prowess, a hunting party was speedily
assembled-horses, beaters, bearers, guns, food, and whatever else was
required for a foray into the jungles below the blue mountains of Uva.
Quite probably Major Rogers and his hunting party took the route
taken by the unfortunate Portuguese general, Dom Constatinho de Sa when
he retreated from Badulla before the onslaught of Rajasinha's army-the
Ella Gap, through Randeniwela to Wellawaya.
This was wild, rugged country with steep ravines, thickly wooded
patches alternating with mountainous grassland and stupendous granite
outcrops. The descent wasn't easy but it was full of adventure and the
discovery of the unfamiliar, at least to British eyes.
The beating of the hunt began down there in the dry heat of the
plains and continued northwestwards towards Koslanda and Haldummulla
which lies at the foot of the Haputale Pass, the other entry point into
the beautiful bowl Uva Valley.
On this day however, the formidable Major was not in luck's way. Nary
was an elephant flushed from the jungle. Naturally, the Major was wroth,
particularly as he had a lady friend to impress. Disappointed, they made
their way up the steep climb on the southern slopes of the Ohiya part of
the Uva massif.
By and by they came to the small, wattle-and-daub, thatched structure
that was the Haputale Rest House in those far off days. Tired and
frustrated by his lack of success the still smouldering Major Rogers
sank down into one of the several hansi-putuvas or reclining chairs on
the rough-and-ready verandah.
Here, he pulled out his pipe, filled the generous bowl with fresh
tobacco, tamped it down firmly and put a match to it, drawing deeply of
the fragrant smoke.
Meanwhile, Ms. Buller roused the appu, and betaking herself to the
pantry at the back, busied herself in pouring some freshly ground coffee
for herself and Major Rogers. Suddenly a tremendous, ear-shattering roar
shook the entire building and the coffee pot fell from her hands to
shatter on the floor.
The servants, wide-eyed with fear, gibbering, fled out of the
building, falling and rolling down the steep hill at the back.
The scene that greeted Ms. Buller caused her to faint away instantly.
There lay a mass of crushed flesh and bone, boots with the spurs on, the
belt and clothes in one gory, grisly mess-the mortal remains of Major
Thomas William Rogers.
When the good lady was in the Pantry brewing coffee, Major Rogers who
was revealing in his pipe, eyes closed in blissful ignorance, heard a
sharp snort.
Opening his eyes, he was astonished to see hasthi-rajah towering over
him, its eyes red with rage, its lips flecked with milky foam. With a
mighty roar that shook the building to its foundations, the king
elephant gored Major Rogers to death, its tusks piercing his body over
and over again.
The king elephant then picked up the lifeless remains and flung it
down on the floor, stamping on the hot and bloody flesh until Major
Rogers was reduced to a mass of unrecognizable pulp.
The bearers, the beaters, the Rest House staff, and the horses had
fled the scene in blind terror. They had climbed trees fouling their
clothes in the process as some vacated their bowels freely. |