Part 3 (1/2)

CHAPTER III

SLIDING DOWN HILL

”Look here!” cried Snarlie, the tiger, when Chako, the monkey, had asked his question. ”Look here, Chako! You mustn't interrupt like that when Umboo is talking! Let him tell his story, just as you let me tell mine. And maybe Umboo's jungle story will go in a book, as mine did.”

”Is yours in a book?” asked Humpo, the camel.

”It is,” answered Snarlie, and he did not speak at all proudly as some tigers might. ”My story is in a book, and there are pictures of me, and also Toto, the little Indian princess. For I came from India, just as Umboo did.”

”Now who is talking?” asked Woo-Uff, the lion. ”I thought we were to listen to Umboo's story.”

”That's right--we were,” said Snarlie. ”I'm sorry I talked so much.

But I was telling Chako about the books we are in, Woo-Uff.”

”Yes, books are all well enough,” said the lion, ”but give me a good piece of meat. Now go on, Umboo. What was it Chako asked?”

”I wanted to know if Umboo's mother let him fall when she lifted him high up in her trunk when they came to the jungle river,” said the monkey in the circus cage.

”No,” answered Umboo, ”she did not drop me. My mother was very strong, and her trunk had a good hold of me. She didn't drop me at all.”

”Then what did she lift you up for?” asked Chako. ”Once, in the jungle where I came from, I saw a big elephant lift up a tiger in his trunk, and the elephant threw the tiger down on the ground as hard as he could, and hurt him.”

”That was because the tiger was going to bite the elephant if he could,” answered Umboo. ”Elephants only have their tusks, and trunk and big feet to fight with. They can't bite as you monkeys can, nor as lions and tigers can. But my mother lifted me up in her trunk to put me on her back.”

”What did she want to do that for?” asked Humpo, the camel. ”Was a hunter coming with a gun?”

”No, but she was going to swim across the river with the rest of the herd,” answered Umboo, ”and she knew I was too little to know how to swim yet. I learned how later, though, and I liked the water. But this time my mother took me across the river on her back.”

”It's a good thing your mother didn't have a camel-back like Humpo,”

said Woo-Uff, with a sort of chuckling laugh.

”Why?” asked Horni, the rhinoceros.

”Because, if Mrs. Stumptail had a back, with humps in, as the camels have, Umboo would have fallen off into the water,” said the lion, as he opened his big mouth in a sleepy yawn, showing his big, white, sharp teeth.

”My mother's back was big and strong,” said Umboo. ”It was flat, and not humpy, like a camel's, though their backs are all right on the desert. My mother lifted me up on her back with her trunk, and there I sat while she and the other elephants waded into the river.”

And then the circus elephant went on telling his story.

Into the jungle river walked the elephants, the littlest ones on their mothers' backs, and some, very small ones, held in their mothers'

trunks, which were lifted high in the air. These were the babies of the herd who were too small to ride safely on the backs of the big creatures.

”Pooh! I'm bigger than you! I can swim like the other elephants!” said Keedah; a large elephant boy, as he looked up and saw Umboo on his mother's back. ”I don't have to be carried across a river! I can swim by myself.”

”And so will my little boy, soon,” said Mrs. Stumptail. ”Swim on your own side, Keedah, and don't splash water on Umboo.”

But Keedah was a little elephant chap full of mischief, and he did not do as he was told. Instead he filled his trunk with water and sprayed it all over Umboo.

”Ouch!” cried the little elephant baby, for the water felt cold, at first. ”Stop it, Keedah!”