Part 16 (1/2)

”Well, Umboo, I guess we are ready to start now. You are going to say good-bye to India and to the jungle. You are going where Jumbo went--off to America to be in a circus show!”

Of course Umboo did not understand all that the circus man said to him, but the elephant boy thought to himself:

”Well, he is kind to me. He gives me sugar. I'll go with him, and pull that white rag out of his pocket as often as he lets me. I wonder what he was saying about Jumbo?”

For Umboo remembered hearing the other elephants talking about Jumbo, who, however, came from Africa and not from India.

”Come, Umboo!” called the circus man. ”You are going on a big s.h.i.+p, and take a long ride. I hope you will not be seasick.”

Umboo did not know exactly what a s.h.i.+p was. He had seen big boats come up the river, near where he worked, to get lumber, and some of the elephants, who had been down near the ocean sh.o.r.e, said those boats were s.h.i.+ps. And of course Umboo did not know what it meant to be seasick.

However he liked the circus man, and when the elephant boy came out of the stable he felt around with his trunk in the man's pocket.

”For,” thought Umboo, ”if I pull that white rag out of his coat again, maybe he'll give me some more sweet sugar.”

So, with the tip of his trunk, which could pick up little things, even as you can with your fingers, Umboo felt about for the handkerchief.

He did not find it, however.

”Ha! Ha!” laughed the circus man, ”You did not forget, did you? You are going to be a good trick elephant, I'm sure. Here is my handkerchief, in my other pocket. I put it there to fool you!” and he turned about so that the white cloth could be seen hanging down on the other side of his coat.

”Ha! That's funny!” thought Umboo. ”I did not know the man had two pockets!”

Then the elephant pulled out the handkerchief again, and the man laughed and gave him a extra large lump of sugar.

”Now come with me, Umboo,” said the man, and he led him away, out of the lumber yard.

”Where are you going?” called Keedah, and some of the other boys.

”I don't know,” answered Umboo, in elephant talk, of course. ”But I heard the man say something about making me do tricks in a circus.”

”Oh, then you are going to have a fine, time,” said one of the keonkies, or tame elephants, that help train the wild ones. ”If you go to the circus you will have fun. A friend of mine was once in one, and then, in his old age, he came back to India to live. And he said he never enjoyed himself so much as in a circus. And how he did used to talk about the peanuts!”

”What are peanuts?” asked Umboo.

”I don't know,” answered the keonkie, ”but Zoop--that the was the name of my friend--said they were almost as good as the sweet sugar and palm nuts.”

”Then they must be very good,” said Umboo, ”and I shall like them.

Good-bye, friends!” he called. ”Maybe some day I'll come back from the circus.”

”But you never did; did you?” asked Snarlie the tiger, who, with the other animals in the tent, was listening to Umboo's story. ”You never did go back, for you are here yet.”

”No, I haven't gone back to India, and I don't believe I ever shall,”

spoke Umboo. ”Sometimes I wish I could go back in the jungle for a little while, and get a few palm nuts, but the peanuts here are just as good, and there is never any danger.”

”Please go on with your story,” begged Horni, the rhinoceros. ”I want to hear how you got over here, and joined the circus.”

”I came on a s.h.i.+p, just as you did,” answered Umboo, and then he went on to tell how he was led away from the lumber yard.

To get from the place where he had, for a year or more, been piling up teakwood logs, to the great, salt ocean which the s.h.i.+ps crossed, Umboo had to take a ride on the railroad. He might have walked, but this would have taken too long.