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+<div>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30017 ***</div>
+
+<div class="tr"><p class="center">Transcriber's Note:</p>
+
+<p class="center">Extensive research did not uncover any evidence that the U.S.
+copyright on this publication was renewed.</p></div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/cover.jpg" width="500" height="665" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/title_page.jpg" width="500" height="603" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h1>MY FATHER'S DRAGON</h1>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_001.jpg" width="500" height="430" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h4>STORY BY</h4>
+<h2>RUTH STILES GANNETT</h2>
+
+<h4>ILLUSTRATIONS BY</h4>
+<h2>RUTH CHRISMAN GANNETT</h2>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h3>RANDOM HOUSE&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;.&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;NEW YORK</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<h5>COPYRIGHT 1948 BY RANDOM HOUSE, INC.</h5>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/image_002.jpg" width="350" height="638" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<h3>For My</h3>
+<h2>FATHER</h2>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 350px;">
+<img src="images/image_003.jpg" width="350" height="400" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<h2>CONTENTS</h2>
+
+<table summary="Contents">
+<tr><td class="tocch">1.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_One">My Father Meets the Cat</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">2.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Two">My Father Runs Away</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_15">15</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">3.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Three">My Father Finds the Island</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">4.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Four">My Father Finds the River</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_31">31</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">5.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Five">My Father Meets Some Tigers</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_39">39</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">6.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Six">My Father Meets A Rhinoceros</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">7.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Seven">My Father Meets A Lion</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_56">56</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">8.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Eight">My Father Meets A Gorilla</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_63">63</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">9.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Nine">My Father Makes A Bridge</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_73">73</a></td>
+</tr>
+<tr><td class="tocch">10.</td>
+  <td>&nbsp;</td>
+  <td><a href="#Chapter_Ten">My Father Finds the Dragon</a></td>
+<td class="tocpg"><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td>
+</tr>
+</table>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_004.jpg" width="500" height="610" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_One" id="Chapter_One"></a><i>Chapter One</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MEETS THE CAT</h2>
+
+
+<p>One cold rainy day when my father was a little boy, he met an old
+alley cat on his street. The cat was very drippy and uncomfortable so
+my father said, "Wouldn't you like to come home with me?"</p>
+
+<p>This surprised the cat&mdash;she had never before met anyone who cared
+about old alley cats&mdash;but she said, "I'd be very much obliged if I
+could sit by a warm furnace, and perhaps have a saucer of milk."</p>
+
+<p>"We have a very nice furnace to sit by," said my father, "and I'm sure
+my mother has an extra saucer of milk."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_005.jpg" width="500" height="521" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>My father and the cat became good friends but my father's mother was
+very upset about the cat. She hated cats, particularly ugly old alley
+cats. "Elmer Elevator," she said to my father, "if you think I'm going
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span>to give that cat a saucer of milk, you're very wrong. Once you start
+feeding stray alley cats you might as well expect to feed every stray
+in town, and I am <i>not</i> going to do it!"</p>
+
+<p>This made my father very sad, and he apologized to the cat because his
+mother had been so rude. He told the cat to stay anyway, and that
+somehow he would bring her a saucer of milk each day. My father fed
+the cat for three weeks, but one day his mother found the cat's saucer
+in the cellar and she was extremely angry. She whipped my father and
+threw the cat out the door, but later on my father sneaked out and
+found the cat. Together they went for a walk in the park and tried to
+think of nice things to talk about. My father said, "When I grow up
+I'm going to have an airplane. Wouldn't it be wonderful to fly just
+anywhere you might think of!"</p>
+
+<p>"Would you like to fly very, very much?" asked the cat.</p>
+
+<p>"I certainly would. I'd do anything if I could fly."</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_006.jpg" width="500" height="498" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Well," said the cat, "If you'd really like to fly that much, I think
+I know of a sort of a way you might get<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span> to fly while you're still a
+little boy."</p>
+
+<p>"You mean you know where I could get an airplane?"</p>
+
+<p>"Well, not exactly an airplane, but something even better. As you can
+see, I'm an old cat now, but in my younger days I was quite a
+traveler. My traveling days are over but last spring I took just one
+more trip and sailed to the Island of Tangerina, stopping at the port
+of Cranberry. Well, it just so happened that I missed the boat, and
+while waiting for the next I thought I'd look around a bit. I was
+particularly interested in a place called Wild Island, which we had
+passed on our way to Tangerina. Wild Island and Tangerina are joined
+together by a long string of rocks, but people never go to Wild Island
+because it's mostly jungle and inhabited by very wild animals. So, I
+decided to go across the rocks and explore it for myself. It certainly
+is an interesting place, but I saw something there that made me want
+to weep."</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img class="img1" src="images/image_007.jpg" width="500" height="614" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_008.jpg" width="500" height="320" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Two" id="Chapter_Two"></a><i>Chapter Two</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER RUNS AWAY</h2>
+
+
+<p>"Wild Island is practically cut in two by a very wide and muddy
+river," continued the cat. "This river begins near one end of the
+island and flows into the ocean at the other. Now the animals there
+are very lazy, and they used to hate having to go all the way around
+the beginning of this river to get to the other side of the<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> island.
+It made visiting inconvenient and mail deliveries slow, particularly
+during the Christmas rush. Crocodiles could have carried passengers
+and mail across the river, but crocodiles are very moody, and not the
+least bit dependable, and are always looking for something to eat.
+They don't care if the animals have to walk around the river, so
+that's just what the animals did for many years."</p>
+
+<p>"But what does all this have to do with airplanes?" asked my father,
+who thought the cat was taking an awfully long time to explain.</p>
+
+<p>"Be patient, Elmer," said the cat, and she went on with the story.
+"One day about four months before I arrived on Wild Island a baby
+dragon fell from a low-flying cloud onto the bank of the river. He was
+too young to fly very well, and besides, he had bruised one wing quite
+badly, so he couldn't get back to his cloud. The animals found him
+soon afterwards and everybody said, 'Why, this is just exactly what
+we've needed<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span> all these years!' They tied a big rope around his neck
+and waited for the wing to get well. This was going to end all their
+crossing-the-river troubles."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_009.jpg" width="500" height="358" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"I've never seen a dragon," said my father. "Did you see him? How big
+is he?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, yes, indeed I saw the dragon. In fact, we became great friends,"
+said the cat. "I used to hide in the bushes and talk to him when
+nobody was around. He's<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> not a very big dragon, about the size of a
+large black bear, although I imagine he's grown quite a bit since I
+left. He's got a long tail and yellow and blue stripes. His horn and
+eyes and the bottoms of his feet are bright red, and he has
+gold-colored wings."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, how wonderful!" said my father. "What did the animals do with him
+when his wing got well?"</p>
+
+<p>"They started training him to carry passengers, and even though he is
+just a baby dragon, they work him all day and all night too sometimes.
+They make him carry loads that are much too heavy, and if he
+complains, they twist his wings and beat him. He's always tied to a
+stake on a rope just long enough to go across the river. His only
+friends are the crocodiles, who say 'Hello' to him once a week if they
+don't forget. Really, he's the most miserable animal I've ever come
+across. When I left I promised I'd try to help him someday, although I
+couldn't see how. The rope around his neck is about the biggest,
+toughest rope you can imagine,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> with so many knots it would take days
+to untie them all.</p>
+
+<p>"Anyway, when you were talking about airplanes, you gave me a good
+idea. Now, I'm quite sure that if you were able to rescue the dragon,
+which wouldn't be the least bit easy, he'd let you ride him most
+anywhere, provided you were nice to him, of course. How about trying
+it?"</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I'd love to," said my father, and he was so angry at his mother
+for being rude to the cat that he didn't feel the least bit sad about
+running away from home for a while.</p>
+
+<p>That very afternoon my father and the cat went down to the docks to
+see about ships going to the Island of Tangerina. They found out that
+a ship would be sailing the next week, so right away they started
+planning for the rescue of the dragon. The cat was a great help in
+suggesting things for my father to take with him, and she told him
+everything she knew about Wild Island. Of course, she was too old to
+go along.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Everything had to be kept very secret, so when they found or bought
+anything to take on the trip they hid it behind a rock in the park.
+The night before my father sailed he borrowed his father's knapsack
+and he and the cat packed everything very carefully. He took chewing
+gum, two dozen pink lollipops, a package of rubber bands, black rubber
+boots, a compass, a tooth brush and a tube of tooth paste, six
+magnifying glasses, a very sharp jackknife, a comb and a hairbrush,
+seven hair ribbons of different colors, an empty grain bag with a
+label saying "Cranberry," some clean clothes, and enough food to last
+my father while he was on the ship. He couldn't live on mice, so he
+took twenty-five peanut butter and jelly sandwiches and six apples,
+because that's all the apples he could find in the pantry.</p>
+
+<p>When everything was packed my father and the cat went down to the
+docks to the ship. A night watchman was on duty, so while the cat made
+loud queer noises to distract his attention, my father ran over the
+gang-<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span>plank onto the ship. He went down into the hold and hid among
+some bags of wheat. The ship sailed early the next morning.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_010.jpg" width="600" height="632" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Three" id="Chapter_Three"></a><i>Chapter Three</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER FINDS THE ISLAND</h2>
+
+
+<p>My father hid in the hold for six days and nights. Twice he was nearly
+caught when the ship stopped to take on more cargo. But at last he
+heard a sailor say that the next port would be Cranberry and that
+they'd be unloading the wheat there. My father knew that the sailors
+would send him home if they caught him, so he looked in his knapsack
+and took out a rubber band and the empty grain bag with the label
+saying "Cranberry." At the last moment my father got inside the bag,
+knapsack and all, folded the top of the bag inside, and put the rubber
+band around the top. He didn't look just exactly like the other bags
+but it was the best he could do.</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_011.jpg" width="500" height="650" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Soon the sailors came to unload. They lowered a big net into the hold
+and began moving the bags of wheat. Suddenly one sailor yelled, "Great
+Scott! This is the queerest bag of wheat I've ever seen! It's all
+lumpy-like, but the label says it's to go to Cranberry."</p>
+
+<p>The other sailors looked at the bag too, and my father, who was in the
+bag, of course, tried even harder to look like a bag of wheat. Then
+another sailor felt the bag and he just happened to get hold of my
+father's elbow. "I know what this is," he said. "This is a bag of
+dried corn on the cob," and he dumped my father into the big net along
+with the bags of wheat.</p>
+
+<p>This all happened in the late afternoon, so late that the merchant in
+Cranberry who had ordered the wheat didn't count his bags until the
+next morning. (He was a very punctual man, and never late for dinner.)
+The sailors told the captain, and the captain wrote down on a piece of
+paper, that they had delivered one hundred and sixty bags of wheat and
+one bag of dried corn on<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span> the cob. They left the piece of paper for
+the merchant and sailed away that evening.</p>
+
+<p>My father heard later that the merchant spent the whole next day
+counting and recounting the bags and feeling each one trying to find
+the bag of dried corn on the cob. He never found it because as soon as
+it was dark my father climbed out of the bag, folded it up and put it
+back in his knapsack. He walked along the shore to a nice sandy place
+and lay down to sleep.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_012.jpg" width="500" height="308" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My father was very hungry when he woke up the next morning. Just as he
+was looking to see if he had anything left to eat, something hit him
+on the head. It was a tangerine. He had been sleeping right under a
+tree full of big, fat tangerines. And then he remembered that this was
+the Island of Tangerina. Tangerine trees grew wild everywhere. My
+father picked as many as he had room for, which was thirty-one, and
+started off to find Wild Island.</p>
+
+<p>He walked and walked and walked along the shore, looking for the rocks
+that joined the two islands. He walked all day, and once when he met a
+fisherman and asked him about Wild Island, the fisherman began to
+shake and couldn't talk for a long while. It scared him that much,
+just thinking about it. Finally he said, "Many people have tried to
+explore Wild Island, but not one has come back alive. We think they
+were eaten by the wild animals." This didn't bother my father. He kept
+walking and slept on the beach again that night.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>It was beautifully clear the next day, and way down the shore my
+father could see a long line of rocks leading out into the ocean, and
+way, way out at the end he could just see a tiny patch of green. He
+quickly ate seven tangerines and started down the beach.</p>
+
+<p>It was almost dark when he came to the rocks, but there, way out in
+the ocean, was the patch of green. He sat down and rested a while,
+remembering that the cat had said, "If you can, go out to the island
+at night, because then the wild animals won't see you coming along the
+rocks and you can hide when you get there." So my father picked seven
+more tangerines, put on his black rubber boots, and waited for dark.</p>
+
+<p>It was a very black night and my father could hardly see the rocks
+ahead of him. Sometimes they were quite high and sometimes the waves
+almost covered them, and they were slippery and hard to walk on.
+Sometimes the rocks were far apart and my father had to get a running
+start and leap from one to the next.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>After a while he began to hear a rumbling noise. It grew louder and
+louder as he got nearer to the island. At last it seemed as if he was
+right on top of the noise, and he was. He had jumped from a rock onto
+the back of a small whale who was fast asleep and cuddled up between
+two rocks. The whale was snoring and making more noise than a steam
+shovel, so it never heard <span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span>my father say, "Oh, I didn't know that was
+you!" And it never knew my father had jumped on its back by mistake.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_013.jpg" width="600" height="205" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>For seven hours my father climbed and slipped and leapt from rock to
+rock, but while it was still dark he finally reached the very last
+rock and stepped off onto Wild Island.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_015.jpg" width="500" height="620" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Four" id="Chapter_Four"></a><i>Chapter Four</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER FINDS THE RIVER</h2>
+
+
+<p>The jungle began just beyond a narrow strip of beach; thick, dark,
+damp, scary jungle. My father hardly knew where to go, so he crawled
+under a wahoo bush to think, and ate eight tangerines. The first thing
+to do, he decided, was to find the river, because the dragon was tied
+somewhere along its bank. Then he thought, "If the river flows into
+the ocean, I ought to be able to find it quite easily if I just walk
+along the beach far enough." So my father walked until the sun rose
+and he was quite far from the Ocean Rocks. It was dangerous to stay
+near them because they might be guarded in the daytime. He found a
+clump of tall grass and sat down. Then he took off his rubber boots
+and ate<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> three more tangerines. He could have eaten twelve but he
+hadn't seen any tangerines on this island and he could not risk
+running out of something to eat.</p>
+
+<p>My father slept all that day and only woke up late in the afternoon
+when he heard a funny little voice saying, "Queer, queer, what a dear
+little dock! I mean, dear, dear, what a queer little rock!" My father
+saw a tiny paw rubbing itself on his knapsack. He lay very still and
+the mouse, for it <i>was</i> a mouse, hurried away muttering to itself, "I
+must smell tumduddy. I mean, I must tell somebody."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_016.jpg" width="500" height="326" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My father waited a few minutes and then started down the beach because
+it was almost dark now, and he was afraid the mouse really would tell
+somebody. He walked all night and two scary things happened. First, he
+just had to sneeze, so he did, and somebody close by said, "Is that
+you, Monkey?" My father said, "Yes." Then the voice said, "You must
+have something on your back, Monkey," and my father said "Yes,"
+because he did. He had his knapsack on his back. "What do you have on
+your back, Monkey?" asked the voice.</p>
+
+<p>My father didn't know what to say because what would a monkey have on
+its back, and how would it sound telling someone about it if it did
+have something? Just then another voice said, "I bet you're taking
+your sick grandmother to the doctor's." My father said "Yes" and
+hurried on. Quite by accident he found out later that he had been
+talking to a pair of tortoises.</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_017.jpg" width="600" height="420" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p>
+<p>The second thing that happened was that he nearly walked right between
+two wild boars who were talking in low solemn whispers. When he
+first saw the dark shapes he thought they were boulders. Just in time
+he heard one of them say, "There are three signs of a recent invasion.
+First, fresh tangerine peels were found under the wahoo bush near the
+Ocean Rocks. Second, a mouse reported an extraordinary rock some
+distance from the Ocean Rocks which upon further investigation simply
+wasn't there. However, more fresh tangerine peels were found in the
+same spot, which is the third sign of invasion. Since tangerines do
+not grow on our island, somebody must have brought them across the
+Ocean Rocks from the other island, which may, or may not, have
+something to do with the appearance and/or disappearance of the
+extraordinary rock reported by the mouse."</p>
+
+<p>After a long silence the other boar said, "You know, I think we're
+taking all this too seriously. Those peels probably floated over here
+all by themselves, and you know how unreliable mice are. Besides, if
+there had<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span> been an invasion, <i>I</i> would have seen it!"</p>
+
+<p>"Perhaps you're right," said the first boar. "Shall we retire?"
+Whereupon they both trundled back into the jungle.</p>
+
+<p>Well, that taught my father a lesson, and after that he saved all his
+tangerine peels. He walked all night and toward morning came to the
+river. Then his troubles really began.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_018.jpg" width="500" height="250" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_019.jpg" width="500" height="584" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Five" id="Chapter_Five"></a><i>Chapter Five</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MEETS SOME TIGERS</h2>
+
+
+<p>The river was very wide and muddy, and the jungle was very gloomy and
+dense. The trees grew close to each other, and what room there was
+between them was taken up by great high ferns with sticky leaves. My
+father hated to leave the beach, but he decided to start along the
+river bank where at least the jungle wasn't quite so thick. He ate
+three tangerines, making sure to keep all the peels this time, and put
+on his rubber boots.</p>
+
+<p>My father tried to follow the river bank but it was very swampy, and
+as he went farther the swamp became deeper. When it was almost as deep
+as his boot tops he got stuck in the oozy, mucky mud. My father tugged
+and tugged, and nearly pulled his boots right<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span> off, but at last he
+managed to wade to a drier place. Here the jungle was so thick that he
+could hardly see where the river was. He unpacked his compass and
+figured out the direction he should walk in order to stay near the
+river. But he didn't know that the river made a very sharp curve away
+from him just a little way beyond, and so as he walked straight ahead
+he was getting farther and farther away from the river.</p>
+
+<p>It was very hard to walk in the jungle. The sticky leaves of the ferns
+caught at my father's hair, and he kept tripping over roots and rotten
+logs. Sometimes the trees were clumped so closely together that he
+couldn't squeeze between them and had to walk a long way around.</p>
+
+<p>He began to hear whispery noises, but he couldn't see any animals
+anywhere. The deeper into the jungle he went the surer he was that
+something was following him, and then he thought he heard whispery
+noises on both sides of him as well as behind. He tried to run, but<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span>
+he tripped over more roots, and the noises only came nearer. Once or
+twice he thought he heard something laughing at him.</p>
+
+<p>At last he came out into a clearing and ran right into the middle of
+it so that he could see anything that might try to attack him. Was he
+surprised when he looked and saw fourteen green eyes coming out of the
+jungle all around the clearing, and when the green eyes turned into
+seven tigers! The tigers walked around him in a big circle, looking
+hungrier all the time, and then they sat down and began to talk.</p>
+
+<p>"I suppose you thought we didn't know you were trespassing in our
+jungle!"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_020.jpg" width="500" height="197" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Then the next tiger spoke. "I suppose you're going to say you didn't
+know it was our jungle!"</p>
+
+<p>"Did you know that not one explorer has ever left this island alive?"
+said the third tiger.</p>
+
+<p>My father thought of the cat and knew this wasn't true. But of course
+he had too much sense to say so. One doesn't contradict a hungry
+tiger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>The tigers went on talking in turn. "You're our first little boy, you
+know. I'm curious to know if you're especially tender."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_021.jpg" width="600" height="229" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Maybe you think we have regular meal-times, but we don't. We just eat
+whenever we're feeling hungry," said the fifth tiger.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"And we're very hungry right now. In fact, I can hardly wait," said
+the sixth.</p>
+
+<p>"I <i>can't</i> wait!" said the seventh tiger.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_022.jpg" width="500" height="288" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>And then all the tigers said together in a loud roar, "Let's begin
+right now!" and they moved in closer.</p>
+
+<p>My father looked at those seven hungry tigers, and then he had an
+idea. He quickly opened his knapsack and took out the chewing gum. The
+cat had told him that tigers were especially fond of chewing gum,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span>
+which was very scarce on the island. So he threw them each a piece but
+they only growled, "As fond as we are of chewing gum, we're sure we'd
+like you even better!" and they moved so close that he could feel them
+breathing on his face.</p>
+
+<p>"But this is very special chewing gum," said my father. "If you keep
+on chewing it long enough it will turn green, and then if you plant
+it, it will grow more chewing gum, and the sooner you start chewing
+the sooner you'll have more."</p>
+
+<p>The tigers said, "Why, you don't say! Isn't that fine!" And as each
+one wanted to be the first to plant the chewing gum, they all
+unwrapped their pieces and began chewing as hard as they could. Every
+once in a while one tiger would look into another's mouth and say,
+"Nope, it's not done yet," until finally they were all so busy looking
+into each other's mouths to make sure that no one was getting ahead
+that they forgot all about my father.</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_023.jpg" width="600" height="398" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Six" id="Chapter_Six"></a><i>Chapter Six</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MEETS A RHINOCEROS</h2>
+
+
+<p>My father soon found a trail leading away from the clearing. All sorts
+of animals might be using it too, but he decided to follow the trail
+no matter what he met because it might lead to the dragon. He kept a
+sharp lookout in front and behind and went on.</p>
+
+<p>Just as he was feeling quite safe, he came around a curve right behind
+the two wild boars. One of them was saying to the other, "Did you know
+that the tortoises thought they saw Monkey carrying his sick
+grandmother to the doctor's last night? But Monkey's grandmother died
+a week ago, so they must have seen something else. I wonder what it
+was."</p>
+
+<p>"I told you that there was an invasion afoot," said<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span> the other boar,
+"and I intend to find out what it is. I simply can't stand invasions."</p>
+
+<p>"Nee meither," said a tiny little voice. "I mean, me neither," and my
+father knew that the mouse was there, too.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_024.jpg" width="500" height="326" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Well," said the first boar, "you search the trail up this way to the
+dragon. I'll go back down the other way through the big clearing, and
+we'll send Mouse to watch the Ocean Rocks in case the invasion should
+<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span>decide to go away before we find it."</p>
+
+<p>My father hid behind a mahogany tree just in time, and the first boar
+walked right past him. My father waited for the other boar to get a
+head start on him, but he didn't wait very long because he knew that
+when the first boar saw the tigers chewing gum in the clearing, he'd
+be even more suspicious.</p>
+
+<p>Soon the trail crossed a little brook and my father, who by this time
+was very thirsty, stopped to get a drink of water. He still had on his
+rubber boots, so he waded into a little pool of water and was stooping
+down when something quite sharp picked him up by the seat of the pants
+and shook him very hard.</p>
+
+<p>"Don't you know that's my private weeping pool?" said a deep angry
+voice.</p>
+
+<p>My father couldn't see who was talking because he was hanging in the
+air right over the pool, but he said, "Oh, no, I'm so sorry. I didn't
+know that everybody had a private weeping pool."</p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_025.jpg" width="500" height="617" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Everybody doesn't!" said the angry voice, "but I do because I have
+such a big thing to weep about, and I drown everybody I find using my
+weeping pool." With that the animal tossed my father up and down over
+the water.</p>
+
+<p>"What&mdash;is it&mdash;that&mdash;you&mdash;weep about&mdash;so much?" asked my father, trying
+to get his breath, and he thought over all the things he had in his
+pack.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, I have many things to weep about, but the biggest thing is the
+color of my tusk." My father squirmed every which way trying to see
+the tusk, but it was through the seat of his pants where he couldn't
+possibly see it. "When I was a young rhinoceros, my tusk was pearly
+white," said the animal (and then my father knew that he was hanging
+by the seat of his pants from a rhinoceros' tusk!), "but it has turned
+a nasty yellow-gray in my old age, and I find it very ugly. You see,
+everything else about me is ugly, but when I had a beautiful tusk I
+didn't worry so much about the rest.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span> Now that my tusk is ugly too, I
+can't sleep nights just thinking about how completely ugly I am, and I
+weep all the time. But why should I be telling you these things? I
+caught you using my pool and now I'm going to drown you."</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, wait a minute, Rhinoceros," said my father. "I have some things
+that will make your tusk all white and beautiful again. Just let me
+down and I'll give them to you."</p>
+
+<p>The rhinoceros said, "You do? I can hardly believe it! Why, I'm so
+excited!" He put my father down and danced around in a circle while my
+father got out the tube of tooth paste and the toothbrush.</p>
+
+<p>"Now," said my father, "just move your tusk a little nearer, please,
+and I'll show you how to begin." My father wet the brush in the pool,
+squeezed on a dab of tooth paste, and scrubbed very hard in one tiny
+spot. Then he told the rhinoceros to wash it off, and when the pool
+was calm again, he told the rhinoceros to look<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span> in the water and see
+how white the little spot was. It was hard to see in the dim light of
+the jungle, but sure enough, the spot shone pearly white, just like
+new. The rhinoceros was so pleased that he grabbed the toothbrush and
+began scrubbing violently, forgetting all about my father.</p>
+
+<p>Just then my father heard hoofsteps and he jumped behind the
+rhinoceros. It was the boar coming back from the big clearing where
+the tigers were chewing gum. The boar looked at the rhinoceros, and at
+the toothbrush, and at the tube of tooth paste, and then he scratched
+his ear on a tree. "Tell me, Rhinoceros," he said, "where did you get
+that fine tube of tooth paste and that toothbrush?"</p>
+
+<p>"Too busy!" said the rhinoceros, and he went on brushing as hard as he
+could.</p>
+
+<p>The boar sniffed angrily and trotted down the trail toward the dragon,
+muttering to himself, "Very suspicious&mdash;tigers too busy chewing gum,
+Rhinoceros too<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span> busy brushing his tusk&mdash;must get hold of that
+invasion. Don't like it one bit, not one bit! It's upsetting everybody
+terribly&mdash;wonder what it's doing here, anyway."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_026.jpg" width="500" height="509" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_027.jpg" width="500" height="395" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Seven" id="Chapter_Seven"></a><i>Chapter Seven</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MEETS A LION</h2>
+
+
+<p>My father waved goodbye to the rhinoceros, who was much too busy to
+notice, got a drink farther down the brook, and waded back to the
+trail. He hadn't gone very far when he heard an angry animal roaring,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span>
+"Ding blast it! I told you not to go blackberrying yesterday. Won't
+you ever learn? What will your mother say!"</p>
+
+<p>My father crept along and peered into a small clearing just ahead. A
+lion was prancing about clawing at his mane, which was all snarled and
+full of blackberry twigs. The more he clawed the worse it became and
+the madder he grew and the more he yelled at himself, because it was
+himself he was yelling at all the time.</p>
+
+<p>My father could see that the trail went through the clearing, so he
+decided to crawl around the edge in the underbrush and not disturb the
+lion.</p>
+
+<p>He crawled and crawled, and the yelling grew louder and louder. Just
+as he was about to reach the trail on the other side the yelling
+suddenly stopped. My father looked around and saw the lion glaring at
+him. The lion charged and skidded to a stop a few inches away.</p>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_028.jpg" width="500" height="645" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Who are you?" the lion yelled at my father.</p>
+
+<p>"My name is Elmer Elevator."</p>
+
+<p>"Where do you think you're going?"</p>
+
+<p>"I'm going home," said my father.</p>
+
+<p>"That's what you think!" said the lion. "Ordinarily I'd save you for
+afternoon tea, but I happen to be upset enough and hungry enough to
+eat you right now." And he picked up my father in his front paws to
+feel how fat he was.</p>
+
+<p>My father said, "Oh, please, Lion, before you eat me, tell me why you
+are so particularly upset today."</p>
+
+<p>"It's my mane," said the lion, as he was figuring how many bites a
+little boy would make. "You see what a dreadful mess it is, and I
+don't seem to be able to do anything about it. My mother is coming
+over on the dragon this afternoon, and if she sees me this way I'm
+afraid she'll stop my allowance. She can't stand messy manes! But I'm
+going to eat you now, so it won't make any difference to you."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, wait a minute," said my father, "and I'll give you just the
+things you need to make your mane all tidy and beautiful. I have them
+here in my pack."</p>
+
+<p>"You do?" said the lion. "Well, give them to me, and perhaps I'll save
+you for afternoon tea after all," and he put my father down on the
+ground.</p>
+
+<p>My father opened the pack and took out the comb and the brush and the
+seven hair ribbons of different colors. "Look," he said, "I'll show
+you what to do on your forelock, where you can watch me. First you
+brush a while, and then you comb, and then you brush again until all
+the twigs and snarls are gone. Then you divide it up in three and
+braid it like this and tie a ribbon around the end."</p>
+
+<p>As my father was doing this, the lion watched very carefully and began
+to look much happier. When my father tied on the ribbon he was all
+smiles. "Oh, that's wonderful, really wonderful!" said the lion. "Let
+me have the comb and brush and see if I can do it." So my<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span> father gave
+him the comb and brush and the lion began busily grooming his mane. As
+a matter of fact, he was so busy that he didn't even know when my
+father left.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_029.jpg" width="500" height="503" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_030.jpg" width="500" height="652" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Eight" id="Chapter_Eight"></a><i>Chapter Eight</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MEETS A GORILLA</h2>
+
+
+<p>My father was very hungry so he sat down under a baby banyan tree on
+the side of the trail and ate four tangerines. He wanted to eat eight
+or ten, but he had only thirteen left and it might be a long time
+before he could get more. He packed away all the peels and was about
+to get up when he heard the familiar voices of the boars.</p>
+
+<p>"I wouldn't have believed it if I hadn't seen them with my own eyes,
+but wait and see for yourself. All the tigers are sitting around
+chewing gum to beat the band. Old Rhinoceros is so busy brushing his
+tusk that he doesn't even look around to see who's going by, and
+they're all so busy they won't even talk to me!"<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_031.jpg" width="500" height="240" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>"Horsefeathers!" said the other boar, now very close to my father.
+"They'll talk to me! I'm going to get to the bottom of this if it's
+the last thing I do!"</p>
+
+<p>The voices passed my father and went around a curve, and he hurried on
+because he knew how much more upset the boars would be when they saw
+the lion's mane tied up in hair ribbons.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_032.jpg" width="500" height="451" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>Before long my father came to a crossroads and he stopped to read the
+signs. Straight ahead an arrow pointed to the Beginning of the River;
+to the left, the Ocean Rocks; and to the right, to the Dragon<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> Ferry.
+My father was reading all these signs when he heard pawsteps and
+ducked behind the signpost. A beautiful lioness paraded past and
+turned down toward the clearings. Although she could have seen my
+father if she had bothered to glance at the post,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span> she was much too
+occupied looking dignified to see anything but the tip of her own
+nose. It was the lion's mother, of course, and that, thought my
+father, must mean that the dragon was on this side of the river. He
+hurried on but it was farther away than he had judged. He finally came
+to the river bank in the late afternoon and looked all around, but
+there was no dragon anywhere in sight. He must have gone back to the
+other side.</p>
+
+<p>My father sat down under a palm tree and was trying to have a good
+idea when something big and black and hairy jumped out of the tree and
+landed with a loud crash at his feet.</p>
+
+<p>"Well?" said a huge voice.</p>
+
+<p>"Well what?" said my father, for which he was very sorry when he
+looked up and discovered he was talking to an enormous and very fierce
+gorilla.</p>
+
+<p>"Well, explain yourself," said the gorilla. "I'll give you till ten to
+tell me your name, business, your age<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span> and what's in that pack," and
+he began counting to ten as fast as he could.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_033.jpg" width="500" height="609" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>My father didn't even have time to say "Elmer Elevator, explorer"
+before the gorilla interrupted, "Too slow! I'll twist your arms the
+way I twist that dragon's wings, and then we'll see if you can't hurry
+up a bit." He grabbed my father's arms, one in each fist, and was just
+about to twist them when he suddenly let go and began scratching his
+chest with both hands.</p>
+
+<p>"Blast those fleas!" he raged. "They won't give you a moment's peace,
+and the worst of it is that you can't even get a good look at them.
+Rosie! Rhoda! Rachel! Ruthie! Ruby! Roberta! Come here and get rid of
+this flea on my chest. It's driving me crazy!"</p>
+
+<p>Six little monkeys tumbled out of the palm tree, dashed to the
+gorilla, and began combing the hair on his chest.</p>
+
+<p>"Well," said the gorilla, "it's still there!"</p>
+
+<p>"We're looking, we're looking," said the six little<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> monkeys, "but
+they're awfully hard to see, you know."</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_034.jpg" width="500" height="608" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"I know," said the gorilla, "but hurry. I've got work to do," and he
+winked at my father.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, Gorilla," said my father, "in my knapsack I have six magnifying
+glasses. They'd be just the thing for hunting fleas." My father
+unpacked them and gave one to Rosie, one to Rhoda, one to Rachel, one
+to Ruthie, one to Ruby, and one to Roberta.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;">
+<img src="images/image_035.jpg" width="600" height="373" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p>
+<p>"Why, they're miraculous!" said the six little monkeys. "It's easy to
+see the fleas now, only there are hundreds of them!" And they went on
+hunting frantically.</p>
+
+<p>A moment later many more monkeys appeared out of a near-by clump of
+mangroves and began crowding around to get a look at the fleas through
+the magnifying glasses. They completely surrounded the gorilla, and he
+could not see my father nor did he remember to twist his arms.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image_036.jpg" width="400" height="274" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Nine" id="Chapter_Nine"></a><i>Chapter Nine</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER MAKES A BRIDGE</h2>
+
+
+<p>My father walked back and forth along the bank trying to think of some
+way to cross the river. He found a high flagpole with a rope going
+over to the other side. The rope went through a loop at the top of the
+pole and then down the pole and around a large crank. A sign on the
+crank said:</p>
+
+<div class="center">
+TO SUMMON DRAGON, YANK THE CRANK<br />
+REPORT DISORDERLY CONDUCT<br />
+TO GORILLA</div>
+
+<p>From what the cat had told my father, he knew that the other end of
+the rope was tied around the dragon's neck, and he felt sorrier than
+ever for the poor dragon. If he were on this side, the gorilla would<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span>
+twist his wings until it hurt so much that he'd have to fly to the
+other side. If he were on the other side, the gorilla would crank the
+rope until the dragon would either choke to death or fly back to this
+side. What a life for a baby dragon!</p>
+
+<p>My father knew that if he called to the dragon to come across the
+river, the gorilla would surely hear him, so he thought about climbing
+the pole and going across on the rope. The pole was very high, and
+even if he could get to the top without being seen he'd have to go all
+the way across hand over hand. The river was very muddy, and all sorts
+of unfriendly things might live in it, but my father could think of no
+other way to get across. He was about to start up the pole when,
+despite all the noise the monkeys were making, he heard a loud splash
+behind him. He looked all around in the water but it was dusk now, and
+he couldn't see anything there.</p>
+
+<p>"It's me, Crocodile," said a voice to the left. "The<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> water's lovely,
+and I have such a craving for something sweet. Won't you come in for a
+swim?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_037.jpg" width="500" height="466" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>A pale moon came out from behind the clouds and my father could see
+where the voice was coming from. The crocodile's head was just peeping
+out of the water.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>"Oh, no thank you," said my father. "I never swim after sundown, but I
+do have something sweet to offer you. Perhaps you'd like a lollipop,
+and perhaps you have friends who would like lollipops, too?"</p>
+
+<p>"Lollipops!" said the crocodile. "Why, that is a treat! How about it,
+boys?"</p>
+
+<p>A whole chorus of voices shouted, "Hurrah! Lollipops!" and my father
+counted as many as seventeen crocodiles with their heads just peeping
+out of the water.</p>
+
+<p>"That's fine," said my father as he got out the two dozen pink
+lollipops and the rubber bands. "I'll stick one here in the bank.
+Lollipops last longer if you keep them out of the water, you know.
+Now, one of you can have this one."</p>
+
+<p>The crocodile who had first spoken swam up and tasted it. "Delicious,
+mighty delicious!" he said.</p>
+
+<p>"Now if you don't mind," said my father, "I'll just walk along your
+back and fasten another lollipop to<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> the tip of your tail with a
+rubber band. You don't mind, do you?"</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_038.jpg" width="500" height="617" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span></p>
+<p>"Oh no, not in the least," said the crocodile.</p>
+
+<p>"Can you get your tail out of the water just a bit?" asked my father.</p>
+
+<p>"Yes, of course," said the crocodile, and he lifted up his tail. Then
+my father ran along his back and fastened another lollipop with a
+rubber band.</p>
+
+<p>"Who's next?" said my father, and a second crocodile swam up and began
+sucking on that lollipop.</p>
+
+<p>"Now, you gentlemen can save a lot of time if you just line up across
+the river," said my father, "and I'll be along to give you each a
+lollipop."</p>
+
+<p>So the crocodiles lined up right across the river with their tails in
+the air, waiting for my father to fasten on the rest of the lollipops.
+The tail of the seventeenth crocodile just reached the other bank.</p>
+
+
+
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p>
+<h2><a name="Chapter_Ten" id="Chapter_Ten"></a><i>Chapter Ten</i></h2>
+
+<h2>MY FATHER FINDS THE DRAGON</h2>
+
+
+<p>When my father was crossing the back of the fifteenth crocodile with
+two more lollipops to go, the noise of the monkeys suddenly stopped,
+and he could hear a much bigger noise getting louder every second.
+Then he could hear seven furious tigers and one raging rhinoceros and
+two seething lions and one ranting gorilla along with countless
+screeching monkeys, led by two extremely irate wild boars, all
+yelling, "It's a trick! It's a trick! There's an invasion and it must
+be after our dragon. Kill it! Kill it!" The whole crowd stampeded down
+to the bank.</p>
+
+<p>As my father was fixing the seventeenth lollipop for the last
+crocodile he heard a wild boar scream,<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> "Look, it came this way! It's
+over there now, see! The crocodiles made a bridge for it," and just as
+my father leapt onto the other bank one of the wild boars jumped onto
+the back of the first crocodile. My father didn't have a moment to
+spare.</p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_039.jpg" width="500" height="353" alt=""  />
+</div>
+
+<p>By now the dragon realized that my father was coming to rescue him. He
+ran out of the bushes and<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> jumped up and down yelling. "Here I am! I'm
+right here! Can you see me? Hurry, the boar is coming over on the
+crocodiles, too. They're all coming over! Oh, please hurry, hurry!"
+The noise was simply terrific.</p>
+
+<p>My father ran up to the dragon, and took out his very sharp jackknife.
+"Steady, old boy, steady. We'll make it. Just stand still," he told
+the dragon as he began to saw through the big rope.</p>
+
+<p>By this time both boars, all seven tigers, the two lions, the
+rhinoceros, and the gorilla, along with the countless screeching
+monkeys, were all on their way across the crocodiles and there was
+still a lot of rope to cut through.</p>
+
+<p>"Oh, hurry," the dragon kept saying, and my father again told him to
+stand still.</p>
+
+<p>"If I don't think I can make it," said my father, "we'll fly over to
+the other side of the river and I can finish cutting the rope there."<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 500px;">
+<img src="images/image_040.jpg" width="500" height="586" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>Suddenly the screaming grew louder and madder and my father thought
+the animals must have crossed the river. He looked around, and saw
+something which surprised and delighted him. Partly because he had
+finished his lollipop, and partly because, as I told you before,
+crocodiles are very moody and not the least bit dependable and are
+always looking for something to eat, the first crocodile had turned
+away from the bank and started swimming down the river. The second
+crocodile hadn't finished yet, so he followed right after the first,
+still sucking his lollipop. All the rest did the same thing, one right
+after the other, until they were all swimming away in a line. The two
+wild boars, the seven tigers, the rhinoceros, the two lions, the
+gorilla, along with the countless screeching monkeys, were all riding
+down the middle of the river on the train of crocodiles sucking pink
+lollipops, and all yelling and screaming and getting their feet wet.<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 595px;">
+<img src="images/image_041.jpg" width="595" height="402" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span></p>
+
+<p><span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span></p><p>My father and the dragon laughed themselves weak because it was such a
+silly sight. As soon as they had recovered, my father finished cutting
+the rope and the dragon raced around in circles and tried to turn a
+somersault. He was the most excited baby dragon that ever lived. My
+father was in a hurry to fly away, and when the dragon finally calmed
+down a bit my father climbed up onto his back.</p>
+
+<p>"All aboard!" said the dragon. "Where shall we go?"</p>
+
+<p>"We'll spend the night on the beach, and tomorrow we'll start on the
+long journey home. So, it's off to the shores of Tangerina!" shouted
+my father as the dragon soared above the dark jungle and the muddy
+river and all the animals bellowing at them and all the crocodiles
+licking pink lollipops and grinning wide grins. After all, what did
+the crocodiles care about a way to cross the river, and what a fine
+feast they were carrying on their backs!<span class="pagenum"><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p>
+
+<p>As my father and the dragon passed over the Ocean Rocks they heard a
+tiny excited voice scream, "Bum cack! Bum cack! We dreed our nagon! I
+mean, we need our dragon!"</p>
+
+<p>But my father and the dragon knew that nothing in the world would ever
+make them go back to Wild Island.</p>
+
+<h3>THE END</h3>
+<p>&nbsp;</p>
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image_042.jpg" width="400" height="206" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+<div class="figcenter" style="width: 400px;">
+<img src="images/image_043.jpg" width="400" height="202" alt=""  />
+</div>
+<hr style="width: 65%;" />
+
+<div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 30017 ***</div>
+</body>
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