tusker

The tusker on one occasion ran mad (as they will do now and then) and killed one of his keepers.

The king of the group, a magnificent tusker, pushed the logs with his snout and tusks, while the others pulled them with chains.

Still the princes shook their weapons, drove the deep resounding car, Or on steed or tusker mounted waged the glorious mimic war!

Like a tusker in his fury, like a lion in his ire, Like the sun in noontide radiance, like the all-consuming fire!

For his tusker pierced by arrows trumpeted his dying wail, Like a red and flaming meteor gallant Bhagadatta fell!