Part 7 (1/2)

And, oh, how good it was!

It was not like the air of the jungle, for it was cooler, and Nero had been used to being very hot nearly all the time. But he did not mind being a bit cool.

Nero's cage was hoisted out of the hold, the deep, black hold of the s.h.i.+p, and slung on a big automobile truck with some boxes and barrels.

Nero was the only wild animal, and people pa.s.sing along on the dock stopped to look into the big wooden cage at the tawny yellow lion who had been brought all the way from the jungle.

Away started the auto-truck, giving Nero a new kind of ride. He would much rather have walked, but of course a lion can't go about loose in the streets of New York, though they do let the elephants and camels walk in a circus parade. But Nero was not yet in a circus.

Nero looked out through the bars of his cage as he was carted through the streets of New York.

”My, this is a queer jungle!” thought the lion. ”Where are the trees and the tangled vines and the snakes and monkeys and other animals? All I see are men and other queer creatures. This isn't at all like my jungle!”

And of course it was not, being a big city. There are not many places for trees in a city, you know.

So Nero cowered down in the corner of his cage until he was put in a freight car to be sent to a place called Bridgeport, Connecticut, where some circus men keep their wild animals, to train them, and have them safe during the winter when it is too cold to give shows in the big, white tents.

”Well, this is a new sort of motion,” thought Nero, as the train started off. ”I don't know that I like it, but still it is better than being made to turn somersaults all the while.”

[Ill.u.s.tration: Nero looked out through the bars of his cage. _Page 62_]

Indeed it was easier riding on a train than in a s.h.i.+p; at least for Nero. He knew nothing about railroads, nor where he was being taken.

But, after a while, during which he did not get much to eat or drink, once more his cage was put on a big auto-truck.

A little later, after being lifted about, and slung here and there, Nero suddenly saw one end of his cage open. The wooden bars, which had been around him ever since he had left the jungle, seemed to drop away.

”Ha! Now, maybe, I can get loose!” thought Nero.

He sprang forward, but, to his surprise, he found himself in very much the same sort of place. But this new cage was larger, and the bars were of iron instead of wood.

Looking through them Nero could see many other just such cages. He sniffed, and he smelled the smell of many wild animals which he knew. He smelled lions, buffaloes, and elephants.

Nero looked around him. He was in a big wooden building, and over to one side were some elephants. At first Nero could not believe it. He rubbed his eyes with his paw and looked again.

Yes, surely enough, they were elephants. They were swaying slowly to and fro, as elephants always sway, and they were stuffing hay into their mouths with their curling trunks.

”Oh, am I back in the jungle?” asked Nero aloud, speaking in animal talk.

”The jungle? No, I should say not!” cried a big jolly-looking elephant.

”This isn't the jungle.”

”Then what is it?” asked Nero.

”It's a circus,” said the elephant. ”This is a circus, and we are glad to have you with us, jungle lion. My name is Tum Tum, what is yours?”

”Nero,” was the answer. ”And so this is a circus!” went on the lion.

”Well, well! I never thought I'd be here!”

CHAPTER VII

NERO LEARNS SOME TRICKS