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+The Project Gutenberg EBook of Pinocchio in Africa, by Cherubini
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+Title: Pinocchio in Africa
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+Author: Cherubini
+
+Release Date: July 1, 2002 [EBook #5327]
+Last Updated: August 24, 2014
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+*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK PINOCCHIO IN AFRICA ***
+
+
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+
+Produced by Walter Moore, James Linden and James Nugen
+
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+</pre>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/cover.jpg" width="366" height="550" alt="" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Pageii.jpg" alt="Africans bowing to Pinocchio"
+      width="360" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Pageiii.jpg" alt="Title Page" width="360" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Pageiv.jpg" alt="Copyright Page" width="360" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <h1>
+      PINOCCHIO IN AFRICA
+    </h1>
+    <p>
+      Translated from the Italian<br /> of Cherubini by<br /> Angelo Patri<br />
+      Principal of Public School No. 4<br /> Borough of Bronx<br /> New York City
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Original Drawings by<br /> Charles Copeland
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Ginn and Company<br /> Boston · New York · Chicago · London
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Copyright, 1911, by Angelo Patri<br /> All Rights Reserved<br /> 811.4
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The Athenaum Press<br /> Ginn and Company Proprietors<br /> Boston · U.S.A.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CONTENTS
+    </h2>
+    <table>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          CHAPTER
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          &nbsp;
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          I
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c1">Why Pinocchio Did Not Go To School</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          II
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c2">Pinocchio Assists In Welcoming The Circus</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          III
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c3">Pinocchio Among The Wild Animals</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          IV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c4">Pinocchio Makes Friends With The Wild Animals</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          V
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c5">Pinocchio Determines To Go To Africa</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          VI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c6">Pinocchio In Doubt</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          VII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c7">He Bids Good-By To The Animals</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          VIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c8">Pinocchio Does Not Sleep</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          IX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c9">Pinocchio Eats Dates</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          X
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c10">Pinocchio Lands On A Rock</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c11">The First Night In Africa</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c12">Pinocchio Is Well Received</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c13">Pinocchio Is Arrested</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XIV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c14">Pinocchio's Father</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c15">Pinocchio Sells Drinking Water</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XVI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c16">A Ride On A Dog's Back</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XVII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c17">The Cave</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XVIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c18">The Caravan</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XIX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c19">The Baby Pulls His Nose</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c20">Pinocchio Travels With The Caravan</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c21">He Is Offered For Sale</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c22">The Bird In The Forest</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c23">His Adventure With A Lion</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXIV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c24">Pinocchio Is Brought Before The King</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c25">The Monkeys Stone The Marionette</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXVI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c26">Pinocchio Dreams Again</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXVII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c27">Pinocchio Is Carried Away In An Eggshell</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXVIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c28">Pinocchio Escapes Again</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXIX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c29">Pinocchio Is Swallowed By A Crocodile</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c30">Pinocchio Is Made Emperor</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c31">His First Night As Emperor</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c32">He Sends For The Royal Doctor</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c33">An Old Story</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXIV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c34">His Duties As Emperor</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXV
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c35">Pinocchio Makes His First Address</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXVI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c36">The Emperor Becomes As Black As A Crow</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXVII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c37">The Hippopotamus Hunt</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXVIII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c38">The Emperor Surprises His Subjects By His Wisdom</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XXXIX
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c39">Pinocchio Travels Through The Empire</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XL
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c40">Pinocchio Is Placed In A Cage</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XLI
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c41">Pinocchio Performs For The Public</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+      <tr>
+        <td align="right">
+          XLII
+        </td>
+        <td>
+          <a href="#c42">Pinocchio Breaks The Cage And Makes His Escape</a>
+        </td>
+      </tr>
+    </table>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      PREFACE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Collodi’s “Pinocchio” tells the story of a wooden marionette and of his
+      efforts to become a real boy. Although he was kindly treated by the old
+      woodcutter, Geppetto, who had fashioned him out of a piece of kindling
+      wood, he was continually getting into trouble and disgrace. Even Fatina,
+      the Fairy with the Blue Hair, could not at once change an idle, selfish
+      marionette into a studious and reliable boy. His adventures, including his
+      brief transformation into a donkey, give the author an opportunity to
+      teach a needed and wholesome lesson without disagreeable moralizing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio immediately leaped into favor as the hero of Italian juvenile
+      romance. The wooden marionette became a popular subject for the artist’s
+      pencil and the storyteller’s invention. Brought across the seas, he was
+      welcomed by American children and now appears in a new volume which sets
+      forth his travels in Africa. The lessons underlying his fantastic
+      experiences are clear to the youngest readers but are never allowed to
+      become obtrusive. The amusing illustrations of the original are fully
+      equaled in the present edition, while the whimsical nonsense which
+      delights Italian children has been reproduced as closely as a translation
+      permits.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <div>
+      <a name="c1" id="c1"></a><img src="images/Page001.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio Studying" width="750" height="468" />
+    </div>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER I<br /> WHY PINOCCHIO DID NOT GO TO SCHOOL
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      One morning Pinocchio slipped out of bed before daybreak. He got up with a
+      great desire to study, a feeling, it must be confessed, which did not
+      often take hold of him. He dipped his wooden head into the cool,
+      refreshing water, puffed very hard, dried himself, jumped up and down to
+      stretch his legs, and in a few moments was seated at his small worktable.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was his home work for the day,—twelve sums, four pages of
+      penmanship, and the fable of “The Dog and the Rabbit” to learn by heart.
+      He began with the fable, reciting it in a loud voice, like the hero in the
+      play: “‘A dog was roaming about the fields, when from behind a little hill
+      jumped a rabbit, which had been nibbling the tender grass.’
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “<i>Roaming, nibbling</i>.—The teacher says this is beautiful language.
+      Maybe it is; I have nothing to say about that. Well, one more.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “‘A dog was roaming about the fields—when he saw—run out—a rabbit
+      which—which—’ I don’t know it; let’s begin again. ‘A dog was running about
+      eating, eating—’ But eating what? Surely he did not eat grass!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This fable is very hard; I cannot learn it. Well, I never did have much
+      luck with dogs and rabbits! Let me try the sums. Eight and seven,
+      seventeen; and three, nineteen; and six, twenty-three, put down two and
+      carry three. Nine and three, eleven; and four, fourteen; put down the
+      whole number—one, four; total, four hundred thirteen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ah! good! very good! I do not wish to boast, but I have always had a
+      great liking for arithmetic. Now to prove the answer: eight and seven,
+      sixteen; and three, twenty-one; and six, twenty-four; put down four—why!
+      it’s wrong! Eight and seven, fourteen; and three, nineteen; and six—wrong
+      again!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I know what the trouble is; the wind is not in the right quarter to-day
+      for sums. Perhaps it would be better to take a walk in the open.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      No sooner said than done. Pinocchio went out into the street and filled
+      his lungs with the fresh morning air.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page003.jpg" alt="The Circus Arrives" width="750"
+      height="495" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ah! here, at least, one can breathe. It is a pity that I am beginning to
+      feel hungry! Strange how things go wrong sometimes! Take the lessons—” he
+      went on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Listen! A noise of creaking wheels, of bells ringing, the voices of
+      people, the cries of animals! Pinocchio stopped short. What could it all
+      mean?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Down the street came a huge wagon drawn by three big mules. Behind it was
+      a long train of men and women dressed in the strangest fashion. Some were
+      on foot, some on horseback, some sat or lay on other wagons larger and
+      heavier than the first. Two Moors, their scarlet turbans blazing in the
+      sun, brought up the rear. With spears at rest and with shields held before
+      them, they rode along, mounted on two snow-white horses.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio stood with his mouth open. Only after the two Moors had passed
+      did he discover the fact that he had legs, and that these were following
+      on behind the procession. And he walked, walked, walked, until the
+      carriages and all the people stopped in the big town square. A man with a
+      deep voice began to give orders. In a short time there arose an immense
+      tent, which hid from Pinocchio and the many others who had gathered in the
+      square all those wonderful wagons, horses, mules, and strange people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It may seem odd, but it is a fact that the school bell began to ring and
+      Pinocchio never heard it!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page004.jpg" alt="Pinocchio follows the parade"
+      width="550" height="283" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c2" id="c2"></a><img src="images/Page005.jpg"
+      alt="The Director Arrives" width="750" height="471" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER II<br /> PINOCCHIO ASSISTS IN WELCOMING THE CIRCUS
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      That day the school bell rang longer and louder perhaps than it was wont
+      to ring on other days. What of that? From the tent came the loud clanging
+      of hammers, the sounds of instruments, the neighing of horses, the roaring
+      of lions and tigers and panthers, the howling of wolves, the bleating of
+      camels, the screeching of monkeys! Wonderful noises! Who cared for the
+      school bell? Pinocchio? No, not he.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Suddenly there was a loud command. All was still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The two Moors raised the tent folds with their spears. Out came a crowd of
+      men dressed in all sorts of fine clothes, and women in coats of mail and
+      beautiful cloaks of silk, with splendid diadems on their heads. They were
+      all mounted upon horses covered with rich trappings of red and white.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Out they marched, and behind them came a golden carriage drawn by four
+      white ponies. In it was the big man with the deep voice. There he sat in
+      the beautiful carriage with his dazzling high hat and his tall white
+      collar. He wore a black suit with a pair of high boots. As he rode on he
+      waved his white gloves and bowed right and left. The band with its
+      trumpets and drums and cymbals struck up a stirring march, and a parade
+      such as the townsfolk had never seen before passed out among the crowds
+      that now filled the square.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette could not believe his eyes. He rubbed them to see if he was
+      really awake. He forgot all about his hunger. What did he care for that?
+      The wonders of the whole world were before him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The parade soon reentered the tent. The two Moors, mounted upon their
+      snow-white horses, again stood at the entrance. Then the director, the man
+      with the loud voice, came out, hat in hand, and began to address the
+      people.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c3" id="c3"></a><img src="images/Page007.jpg"
+      alt="The Pitch to the Crowd" width="750" height="400" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER III<br /> PINOCCHIO AMONG THE WILD ANIMALS
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “Ladies and gentlemen! kind and gentle people! citizens of a great town!
+      officers and soldiers! I wish you all peace, health, and plenty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, let me make a brief explanation. I am
+      not here for gain. Far be it from me to think of such a thing as money. I
+      travel the world over with my menagerie, which is made up of rare animals
+      brought by me from the heart of Africa. I perform only in large cities.
+      But to-day one of the monkeys in the troupe is fallen seriously ill. It is
+      therefore necessary to make a short stop in order that we may consult with
+      some well-known doctor in this town.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Profit, therefore, by this chance, ladies and gentlemen, to see wonders
+      which you have never seen before, and which you may never see again. I
+      labor to spread learning, and I work to teach the masses, for I love the
+      common people. Come forward, and I shall be glad to open my menagerie to
+      you. Forward, forward, ladies and gentlemen! two small francs will admit
+      you. Children one franc, yes, only one franc.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio, who stood in the front row, and who was ready to take advantage
+      of the kind invitation, felt a sudden shock on hearing these last words.
+      He looked at the director in a dazed fashion, as if to say to him, “What
+      are you talking about? Did you not say that you traveled around the world
+      for—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then, as he saw one of the spectators put down a two-franc piece and walk
+      inside, he hung his head and suffered in silence.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Having passed two or three minutes in painful thinking, the forlorn
+      marionette put his hands into his pockets, hoping to find in them a
+      forgotten coin. He found nothing but a few buttons.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He racked his brains to think of some plan whereby he could get the money
+      that was needed. He glanced at his clothes, which he would cheerfully have
+      sold could he have found a buyer. Not knowing what else to do, he walked
+      around the tent like a wolf prowling about the sheepfold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Around and around he went till he found himself near an old wall which hid
+      him from view. He came nearer the tent and to his joy discovered a tiny
+      hole in the canvas. Here was his chance! He thrust in his thin wooden
+      finger, but seized with a sudden fear lest some hungry lion should see it
+      and bite it off, he hastily tried to pull it out again. In doing this,
+      somehow “r-r-rip” went the canvas, and there was a tear a yard wide.
+      Pinocchio shook with fear. But fear or no fear, there was the hole and
+      beyond—were the wonders of Africa!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page009.jpg" alt="Looking into the tent" width="750"
+      height="523" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      First an arm, then his head, and then his whole body went into the cage of
+      wild animals! He could not see them, but he heard them, and he was filled
+      with awe. The beasts had seen him. He felt himself grasped at once by the
+      shoulders and by the end of his nose. Two or three voices shouted in his
+      ears, “Who goes there?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “For pity’s sake, Mr. Elephant!” said poor Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There are no elephants here.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pardon, Sir Lion.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There are no lions here.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Excuse me, Mr. Tiger.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There are no tigers.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Mr. Monkey?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “No Monkeys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Men?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There are neither men nor women here; there are only Africans from
+      Africa, who imitate wild beasts for two francs and a half a day.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But the elephants, where are they?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “In Africa.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And the lions?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “In Africa.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And the tigers and the monkeys?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “In Africa. And you, where do you come from? What are you doing in the
+      cage of the wild beasts? Didn’t you see what is written over the door? NO
+      ONE ALLOWED TO ENTER.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I cannot read in the dark,” replied Pinocchio, trembling from head to
+      foot; “I am no cat.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At these words everybody began to laugh. Pinocchio felt a little
+      encouraged and murmured to himself, “They seem to be kind people, these
+      wild beasts.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He wanted to say something pleasant to them, but just then the director of
+      the company began to shout at the top of his voice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page011.jpg" alt="Pinocchio with the wild animals"
+      width="577" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c4" id="c4"></a><img src="images/Page012.jpg"
+      alt="The bear and tiger fight" width="750" height="423" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER IV<br /> PINOCCHIO MAKES FRIENDS WITH THE WILD ANIMALS
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “Come forward, come forward, ladies and gentlemen! The cost is small and
+      the pleasure is great. The show will last an hour, only one hour. Come
+      forward! See the battle between the terrible lion Zumbo and his wife, the
+      ferocious lioness Zumba. Behold the tiger that wrestles with the polar
+      bear, and the elephant that lifts the whole weight of the tent with his
+      powerful trunk. See the animals feed. Ladies and gentlemen, come forward!
+      Only two francs!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At these words the men in the cages of the wild animals put horns, sea
+      shells, and whistles to their mouths, and the next moment there came wild
+      roarings and howls and shrieks. It was enough to make one shudder with
+      fear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Again the director raised his voice: “Come forward, come forward, ladies
+      and gentlemen! two francs; children only one franc.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The music started: <i>Boom! Boom! Boom! Par-ap’-ap’-pa! Boom! Boom! Boom!
+      Par-ap’ ap’ ap’ pa! parap’ ap’ ap’ pa! </i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One surprise seemed to follow another. Pinocchio longed to enjoy the
+      sights, but how was he to get out of the cage? At length, taking his
+      courage in both hands, he said politely, “Excuse me, gentlemen, but if you
+      have no commands to give me—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Not a command!” roughly answered the bearded man who played the lion. “If
+      you do not go away quickly, I will have you eaten up by that large ape
+      behind you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But I should be hard to digest,” said the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Boy, be careful how you talk,” exclaimed the same voice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I said that your ape would have indigestion if he ate me,” replied
+      Pinocchio. “Do you think that I am joking? No, I am in earnest. He really
+      would. I came in here by chance while returning from a walk, and if you
+      will permit me, I will go home to my father who is waiting for me. As you
+      have no orders to give me, many thanks, good-by, and good luck to you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Listen, boy,” said the large man who took the part of the elephant; “I am
+      very thirsty, and I will give you a fine new penny if you will fill this
+      bucket at the fountain and bring it to me.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What!” replied Pinocchio, greatly offended; “I am no servant! However
+      this time, merely to please you, I will go.” And crawling through the hole
+      by which he had entered, he went out to the fountain and returned in a
+      very short time with the bucket full of water.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good boy, good marionette!” said the men as they passed the bucket from
+      one to another.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was happy. Never had he felt so happy as at that moment. “What
+      good people!” he said to himself. “I would gladly stay with them.” In the
+      meantime the bucket was emptied, and there were still some who had not had
+      a drink. “I will go and refill it,” said the marionette promptly. And
+      without waiting to be asked, he took the bucket and flew to the fountain.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he returned they flattered him so cleverly with praise and thanks
+      that a strong friendship sprang up between Pinocchio and the wild beasts.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Being a woodenhead he forgot about his father and did not go away as he
+      had intended to do. In fact, he was curious to know something of the
+      history of these people, who were forced to play at being wild animals.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After a moment’s silence he turned to the one who had asked him to go for
+      the water and said, “You are from Africa?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Yes, I am an African, and all my companions are African.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “How interesting! but pardon me, is Africa a beautiful country?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I should say so! A country, my dear boy, full of plenty, where everything
+      is given away free! A country in which at any moment the strangest things
+      may happen. A servant may become a master; a plain citizen may become a
+      king. There are trees, taller than church steeples, with branches touching
+      the ground, so that one may gather sweet fruit without the least trouble.
+      My boy, Africa is a country full of enchanted forests, where the game
+      allows itself to be killed, quartered, and hung; where riches—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      No one knows how far this description would have gone, if at that moment
+      the voice of the director had not been heard. The music had stopped, and
+      the director was talking to the people, who did not seem very willing to
+      part with their money.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c5" id="c5"></a><img src="images/Page016.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio talks with the animals" width="750" height="433" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER V<br /> PINOCCHIO DETERMINES TO GO TO AFRICA
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio had already resolved to go to Africa to eat of the fruit and to
+      gather riches. He was eager to learn more, and impatient of interruption.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And the director is an African also?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Certainly he is an African.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And is he very rich?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Is he rich? Take my word for it that if he would, he could buy up this
+      whole country.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was struck dumb. Still he wanted to make the men believe that
+      what he had heard was not altogether new to him. “Oh, I know that Africa
+      is a very beautiful country, and I have often planned to go there,—and—if
+      I were sure that it would not be too much trouble I would willingly go
+      with you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “With us? We are not going to Africa.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What a pity! I thought I could make the journey in your company.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Are you in earnest?” asked the bearded man. “Do you believe that there is
+      any Africa outside this tent?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Tent or no tent, I have decided to go to Africa, and I shall go,” boldly
+      replied the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I like that youngster,” said the man who played the part of a crocodile.
+      “That boy will make his fortune someday.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Of course I shall!” continued Pinocchio. “I ought to have fifty thousand
+      francs, because I must get a new jacket for my father, who sold his old
+      one to buy me a spelling book. If there is so much gold and silver in
+      Africa, I will fill up a thousand vessels. Is it true that there is a
+      great deal of gold and silver?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Did we not tell you so?” replied another voice. “Why, if I had not lost
+      all that I had put in my pockets before leaving Africa, by this time I
+      should have become a prince. And now were it not for the fact that I have
+      promised to stay with these people, to be a panther at two francs and a
+      half a day, I would gladly go along with you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Thank you; thank you for your good intentions,” answered the marionette.
+      “In case you decide to go with me, I start to-morrow morning at dawn.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “On what steamship?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What did you say?” asked Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “On what steamship do you sail?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Sail! I am going on foot.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At these words everybody laughed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There is little to laugh at, my dear people. If you knew how many miles I
+      have traveled on these legs by day and by night, over land and sea, you
+      would not laugh. What! do you think Fairyland, the country of the
+      Blockheads, and the Island of the Bees are reached in a single stride? I
+      go to Africa, and I go on foot.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But it is necessary to cross the Mediterranean Sea.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It will be crossed.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “On foot?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Either on foot or on horseback, it matters little. But pardon me, after
+      crossing the Mediterranean Sea, do you reach Africa?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Certainly, unless you wish to go by way of the Red Sea.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The Red Sea? No, truly!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Perhaps the route over the Red Sea would be better.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I do not wish to go near the Red Sea.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And why?” asked the wolf man, who up to this time had not opened his
+      mouth.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Why? Why? Because I do not wish to get my clothes dyed; do you
+      understand?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      More laughter greeted these words. Pinocchio’s wooden cheeks got very red,
+      and he sputtered: “This is no way to treat a gentleman. I shall do as I
+      please, and I do not please to enter the Red Sea. That is enough. Now I
+      shall leave you,” and he started off.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Farewell, farewell, marionette!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Farewell, you impolite beasts!” Pinocchio wanted to call out, but he did
+      not.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Come back!” cried the bearded man; “here is the bucket; please fill it
+      once more, for I am still thirsty.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page019.jpg" alt="The animals ask for water" width="750"
+      height="514" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c6" id="c6"></a><img src="images/Page020.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio goes for water" width="750" height="469" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER VI<br /> PINOCCHIO IN DOUBT
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio went away very angry, vowing that he would avenge himself on all
+      who had laughed at him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “To begin with,” said he, “I intend to make them all die of thirst. If
+      they wait to drink of the water that I bring, they will certainly die.”
+      With these thoughts in his mind the marionette started homeward, carrying
+      the bucket on his head.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The bucket will repay me for all the work I have had put upon me. How
+      unlucky we children are! Wherever we go, there is always something for us
+      to do. To-day I thought I would simply enjoy myself; instead, I have had
+      to carry water for a company of strangers. How absurd! two trips, one
+      after the other, to give drink to people I do not know! And how they
+      drink! they seem to be sponges. For my part they can be thirsty as long as
+      they like. I feel now as if I would never again move a finger for them. I
+      am not going to be laughed at.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he finished these remarks Pinocchio arrived at the fountain. It was
+      delightful to see the clear water rushing out, but he could not help
+      thinking of those poor creatures who were waiting for him. He had to stop.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Shall I or shall I not?” he asked himself. “After all, they are good
+      people, who are forced to imitate wild animals; and besides, they have
+      treated me with some kindness. I may as well carry some water to them; a
+      trip more or less makes no difference to me.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He approached the fountain, filled the bucket, and ran down the road.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Hello within there!” he said in a low voice. “Here is the bucket of
+      water; come and take it, for I am not going in.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good marionette,” said the beasts, “thank you!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Don’t mention it,” replied Pinocchio, very happy.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Why will you not come in?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is impossible, thank you. I must go to school.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Then you are not going to Africa?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Who told you that! I am returning to school to bid farewell to my
+      teacher, and to ask him to excuse me for a few days. Then I wish to see my
+      father and ask his permission to go, so that he will not be anxious while
+      I am away.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Excellent marionette, you will become famous.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What agreeable people!” thought Pinocchio. “I am sorry to leave them.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “So you really will not come in?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “No, I have said so before. I must go to school first, and then—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But it seems to me rather late for school,” said the crocodile man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That is true; it is too late for school,” replied Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well, then, stay a little longer with us, and later you can go home to
+      your father.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio thrust his head through the hole and leaped into the tent. The
+      naughty marionette had not the least desire to go to school, and was only
+      too glad of an excuse to watch these strange people.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c7" id="c7"></a><img src="images/Page023.jpg"
+      alt="The director gives a pitch" width="750" height="489" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER VII<br /> HE BIDS GOOD-BY TO THE ANIMALS
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The show had begun. The director was explaining to the people the wonders
+      of his menagerie.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ladies and gentlemen, observe the beauty and the wildness of all these
+      animals, which I have brought from Central Africa. Here they are, inclosed
+      in these many cages, but hidden from your view. Why are they hidden?
+      Because, ladies and gentlemen, you would be frightened at the sight of
+      them, and your peace and health greatly concern me. The first animal which
+      I have the pleasure to present to you is the elephant. Observe, ladies and
+      gentlemen, that small affair which hangs under his nose. With that he
+      builds houses, tills the soil, writes letters, carries trunks, and picks
+      flowers. You can see that the animal was painted from life and placed in
+      this beautiful frame.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The people began to look at one another.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us go on to the next one.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A roar of laughter and jeers arose on all sides. The director saw the
+      unfortunate state of things and began to shout: “Have respect, ladies, for
+      the poor sick monkey I told you of. At this moment she is pressing to her
+      breast for the last time her friendless child.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But not even this was sufficient to calm the crowd, which presently became
+      an infuriated mob. Men and women rushed about the tent, making fierce
+      gestures and heaping abuse upon the director. What an uproar!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the cage where Pinocchio was, there was no confusion, and the
+      conversation between the marionette and the wild beasts went on without
+      stopping.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “When do you leave for Africa?” Pinocchio was asked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Have I not told you? To-morrow morning at daybreak, even if it rains.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Excellent! But you must carry with you several things which you may
+      need.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And those are—?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “First of all you will need plenty of money.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That is not lacking,” said Pinocchio in his usual airy way.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good! Then you should get a rifle.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What for?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “To defend yourself against the wild animals.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Come, come! You don’t want me to believe that! I have seen what the wild
+      animals of Africa are!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Be careful, marionette. Take a good rifle with you, for one never knows
+      what will happen in Africa.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But I do not know how to load one.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well, then, stay at home. It is folly for you to begin such an
+      undertaking without arms and without knowing how to use them.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is you who are foolish. Do not make me angry. When I have decided upon
+      a thing no one can stop me from carrying it out.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Take care, marionette; you may be sorry.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Nevertheless I shall go.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You may find things very unpleasant.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is for that very reason that I am going.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You may never return.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The good Fairy will protect me.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Who is the Fairy?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “How many things you want to know! If you are in need of nothing else, I
+      will bid you all good-by!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Farewell, marionette.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Till we meet again.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good-by, blockhead.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Don’t be rude! said Pinocchio, greatly vexed, and out he went.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page026.jpg" alt="Pinocchio leaves the animals"
+      width="621" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c8" id="c8"></a><img src="images/Page027.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio arrives home" width="750" height="445" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER VIII<br /> PINOCCHIO DOES NOT SLEEP
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      When Pinocchio arrived at his home he found his father already in bed. Old
+      Geppetto did not earn enough to provide a supper for two. He used to say
+      that he was not hungry, and go to bed. But there was always plenty for
+      Pinocchio. An onion, some beans moistened in water, and a piece of bread
+      which had been left over from the morning, were never missing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That night Pinocchio found a better meal than usual.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His good father, not having seen his son at the regular dinner hour, knew
+      that the boy would be very hungry. There would have to be something out of
+      the ordinary. He therefore added to the fare some dried fish and a
+      delicious morsel of orange peel. “He will even have fruit,” the good man
+      had said to himself, smiling at the joy his dear Pinocchio would feel on
+      seeing himself treated like a man of the world.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette ate his supper with relish, and having finished his meal,
+      went over to his sleeping father and kissed him as a reward for the fish
+      and the orange peel. Pinocchio, to say the least, had a good heart, and
+      would have done anything for his father except study and work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page028.jpg" alt="Pinocchio had vivid dreams" width="694"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      That night he slept little. Lions, elephants, tigers, panthers, beautiful
+      women dressed in silk and mounted on butterflies as large as eagles, men,
+      in large boots, armed with knives and guns, palaces of silver and gold!
+      All these and a great many more strange sights floated before his dreaming
+      eyes, while he could hear animals roaring, howling, and whistling to the
+      sound of trumpets and drums.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length the night ended and Pinocchio arose. First of all he went to bid
+      farewell to his friends in the circus, but they were no longer to be
+      found. During the night the director had quietly stolen away with his
+      company.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “A pleasant journey to you!” said Pinocchio, and he began to search the
+      ground for a forgotten piece of gold, or some precious stone which might
+      have fallen from a lady’s diadem; but he found nothing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What shall I do now? Shall I go to Africa or to school? It might be
+      better to go to school, for the teacher says that I am a little behind in
+      reading, writing, composition, history, geography, and arithmetic. In
+      other subjects I am not so dull. Yes, yes; it will certainly do me more
+      good to go to school. Then I shall be a dunce no longer.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Having made this sensible decision, the marionette started for home with
+      the idea of studying his lessons and of going to school.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c9" id="c9"></a><img src="images/Page030.jpg"
+      alt="The Date peddler" width="750" height="429" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER IX<br /> PINOCCHIO EATS DATES
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Soon he met a man in a paper hat and a white apron. He was pushing a cart
+      filled with a kind of fruit that Pinocchio had never seen before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Dates! dates! fresh dates! sweet dates! real African dates!” came the
+      cry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Even he speaks of Africa!” thought Pinocchio. “Africa seems to follow me.
+      But what has Africa to do with dates, and what are these dates? I have
+      never heard of them.” The man stopped; Pinocchio stopped also. A lady
+      bought some of the dates, and it happened that one of them fell on the
+      ground. The marionette picked it up and handed it to her.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Thank you,” she said with a smile. “Keep it yourself; you have earned
+      it.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The man with the cart went on, “Dates! dates! fresh dates! sweet dates!
+      real African dates!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio looked after him for a time and then put the date into his
+      mouth. Great Caesar! How delicious! Never before had he tasted anything so
+      sweet. The orange peel was nothing compared with this! What the circus
+      people had told him, then, was really true!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “To Africa I go,” he said, “even if I break a leg. What do I care about
+      the Red Sea, the Yellow Sea, the Green, or any other sea? I will go!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And the rascal, forgetting his home and his father, who at that very
+      moment was waiting to give him his breakfast, set out toward the sea.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he neared the water he heard a voice call, “Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette stopped and looked around, but seeing no one, he went on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Be careful! You know not what you do!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Farewell and many thanks,” answered the stubborn marionette, and
+      forthwith stepped into the sea.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The water is like ice this morning. No wonder it makes me feel cold; but
+      I know how to get rid of a chill. A good swim, and I am as warm as ever.”
+      Out shot his arms and he plunged into the water. The journey to Africa had
+      begun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At noon he still swam on. It grew dark and on he swam. Later the moon
+      arose and grinned at him. He kept on swimming, without a sign of fatigue,
+      of hunger, or of sleepiness. A marionette can do things that would tire a
+      real boy, and to Pinocchio swimming was no task at all.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page032.jpg" alt="Pinocchio swims to Africa" width="525"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c10" id="c10"></a><img src="images/Page033.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio hits the rocks" width="750" height="326" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER X<br /> PINOCCHIO LANDS ON A ROCK
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The moon grinned again and disappeared behind a cloud. The night grew
+      dark. Pinocchio continued to swim through the black waters. He could see
+      nothing ahead. He swam, swam, swam into the dark. Suddenly he felt
+      something scrape his body, and he gave a start.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Who goes there?” he cried. No one answered. “Perhaps it is my old friend
+      the shark, who has recognized me,” thought he; and he rapidly swam on to
+      get away from the spot which reminded him of that terrible monster.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had not gone more than fifty yards when his head ran against something
+      rough and hard. “Oh!” cried the marionette, and he raised his hand to the
+      injured part.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then, as he noticed a large rock standing out of the water, he cried
+      joyously; “I have arrived! I am in Africa!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He got up on his feet and began to feel of himself all over,—his ribs, his
+      stomach, his legs. Everything was in order.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Nothing broken!” he said. “The rocks on the way have been very kind.
+      However, I hope that day will break soon, for I have no matches, and it
+      seems to me that I am very hungry.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he began to move on carefully. First he put down one foot and then
+      the other, and thus crept along till he found a comfortable spot. “I seem
+      to be very tired and sleepy also,” he said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      With that, he lay down and went off in to a deep slumber.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he awoke it was daylight. The sun shone red and hot. There was
+      nothing to be seen but rocks and water.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Is this Africa?” said the marionette, greatly troubled. “Even at dawn it
+      seems to be very warm. When the sun gets a little higher I am likely to be
+      baked.” And he wiped the sweat from his brow on his coat sleeve. Presently
+      clouds began to rise out of the water. They grew darker and darker, and
+      the day, instead of being bright, gradually became gloomy and overcast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The sun disappeared.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This is funny!” said Pinocchio. “What jokes the sun plays in these parts!
+      It shines for a while and then disappears.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Poor marionette! It did not occur to him at first that he had slept the
+      whole day, and that instead of the rising he saw the setting of the sun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page035.jpg" alt="The Sun comes up on the rocks"
+      width="548" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c11" id="c11"></a><img src="images/Page036.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio crying" width="750" height="360" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XI<br /> THE FIRST NIGHT IN AFRICA
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “And now I must pass another night here alone on these bare rocks!” he
+      thought.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The unhappy marionette began to tremble. He tried to walk, but the night
+      was so dark that it was impossible to see where to go. The tears rolled
+      down his wooden cheeks. He thought of his disobedience and of his
+      stubbornness. He remembered the warnings his father had given him, the
+      advice of his teacher, and the kindly words of the good Fairy. He
+      remembered the promises he had made to be good, obedient, and studious.
+      How happy he had been! He recalled the day when his father’s face beamed
+      with pleasure at his progress. He saw the happy smile with which his
+      protecting Fairy greeted him. His tears fell fast, and sobs rent his
+      heart.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “If I should die, here in this gloomy place! If I should die of weariness,
+      of hunger, of fear! To die a marionette without having had the happiness
+      of becoming a real boy!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He wept bitterly, and yet his troubles had scarcely begun. Even while his
+      tears were flowing down his cheeks and into the dark water, he heard
+      prolonged howls. At the same time he saw lights moving to and fro, as if
+      driven by the wind.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What in the world is this? Who is carrying those lanterns?” asked
+      Pinocchio, continuing to sob.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As if in answer to his questions, two lights came down the rocky coast and
+      drew nearer to him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Along with the lights came the howls, which sounded like those he had
+      heard at the circus, only more natural and terrible.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I hope this will end well,” the marionette said to himself, “but I have
+      some doubt about it.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He threw himself on the ground and tried to hide between the rocks. A
+      minute later and he felt a warm breath on his face. There stood the
+      shadowy form of a hyena, its open mouth ready to devour the marionette at
+      one gulp.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I am done for!” and Pinocchio shut his eyes and gave a last thought to
+      his dear father and his beloved Fatina. But the beast, after sniffing at
+      him once or twice from head to foot, burst into a loud, howling laugh and
+      walked away. He had no appetite for wooden boys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “May you never return!” said Pinocchio, raising his head a little and
+      straining his eyes to pierce the darkness about him. “Oh, if there were
+      only a tree, or a wall, or anything to climb up on!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page038.jpg" alt="Hyenas" width="750" height="288" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette was right in wishing for something to keep him far above
+      the ground. During the whole night these visitors were coming and going.
+      They came around him howling, sniffing, laughing, mocking. As each one ran
+      off, Pinocchio would say, “May you never return!” He lay there shivering
+      in the agony of his terror. If the night had continued much longer, the
+      poor fellow would have died of fright. But the dawn came at last. All
+      these strange night visitors disappeared. Pinocchio tried to get up. He
+      could not move. His legs and arms were stiff. A terrible weakness had
+      seized him, and the world swam around him. Hunger overpowered him. The
+      poor marionette felt that he should surely die. “How terrible,” he
+      thought, “to die of hunger! What would I not eat! Dry beans and cherry
+      stems would be delicious.” He looked eagerly around, but there was not
+      even a cricket or a snail in sight. There was nothing, nothing but rocks.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Suddenly, however, a faint cry came from his parched throat. Was it
+      possible? A few feet from him there was something between the rocks which
+      looked like food. The marionette did not know what it was. He dragged
+      himself along on hands and knees, and commenced to eat it. His nose wished
+      to have nothing to do with it, and would even have drawn back, but the
+      marionette said; “It is necessary to accustom yourself to all things, my
+      friends. One must have patience. Don’t be afraid; if I find any roses, I
+      promise to gather them for you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The nose became quiet, the mouth ate, the hunger was satisfied, and when
+      the meal was finished Pinocchio jumped to his feet and shouted joyously;
+      “I have had my first meal in Africa. Now I must begin my search for
+      wealth.” He forgot the night, his father, and Fatina. His only thought was
+      to get farther away from home.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      What an easy thing life is to a wooden marionette!
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c12" id="c12"></a><img src="images/Page040.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio is homesick" width="750" height="380" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XII<br /> PINOCCHIO IS WELL RECEIVED
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “First of all,” he said, “I must go to the nearest castle I can find. The
+      master will not refuse me shelter and food. Some soup, a leg of roast
+      chicken, and a glass of milk will put me in fine spirits.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The journey across the rocks was full of difficulties, but the marionette
+      overcame them readily, leaping from rock to rock like a goat. He walked,
+      walked, walked! The rocks seemed to have no ending, and the castle, which
+      he imagined he saw in the distance, appeared to be always farther and
+      farther away. As the marionette drew nearer, the towers began to disappear
+      and the walls to crumble. He walked on broken-hearted. Finally he sat down
+      in despair and put his head in his hands. “Farewell, castle! good-by,
+      roast chicken and soup!” He was about to weep again when he saw in the
+      distance a village of great beauty lying at the foot of a gentle slope.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the sight he gave a cry of joy and without a moment’s delay set out in
+      that direction. He leaped over the rocks and bushes, putting to flight
+      several flocks of birds in his haste. Of course only a marionette could go
+      as fast as he did. “How beautiful Africa is!” said he. “If I had known
+      this I would have come here long ago.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In a short time he reached the main square of the town. Men, women, and
+      children were lounging about, gossiping, buying, and selling. When they
+      saw the marionette they gathered around him, and many began to shout: “It
+      is Pinocchio! Look, here is Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well, this is strange!” said the marionette to himself. “I am known even
+      in Africa. Surely I am a great person.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Like most great men, Pinocchio was annoyed at his noisy reception. In some
+      anger he made his way through the crowd, pushing people right and left
+      with his elbows. He ran down a side street and finally stopped before a
+      restaurant, over which was the sign printed in huge letters:
+    </p>
+    <p style="text-align:center">
+      MARIONETTES SERVED HERE.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This is what I have been looking for,” said Pinocchio, and he went in.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page042.jpg" alt="Pinocchio at the restaurant"
+      width="410" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      <a name="c13" id="c13"></a>CHAPTER XIII<br /> PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio found himself facing a man of about fifty years of age. He was
+      stout and good-natured, and like all good hosts, asked what the gentleman
+      would have to eat. Pinocchio, hearing himself called “gentleman,” swelled
+      with pride, and very gravely gave his order. He was served promptly, and
+      devoured everything before him in a way known only to hungry marionettes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the meantime the innkeeper eyed his customer from head to foot. He
+      addressed Pinocchio in a very respectful manner, but the marionette gave
+      only short answers. Persons of rank ate here, and to appear like one of
+      them he could not allow himself to waste words on common folk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Having finished his meal, the marionette asked for something to drink.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What is this drink called?” he asked, as he put down the glass and thrust
+      his thumb into his vest pocket after the manner of a gentleman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Nectar, your excellency.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Upon hearing himself called “excellency” Pinocchio fairly lost his head.
+      He felt a strange lightness in his feet; indeed, he found it hard work to
+      resist the temptation to get up and dance. “I knew that in Africa I should
+      make my fortune,” he thought, and called for a box of cigarettes.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Having smoked one of these, the brave Pinocchio arose to go out, when the
+      host handed him a sheet of paper on which was written a row of figures.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What is this?” asked the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The bill, your excellency; the amount of your debt for the dinner.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio stroked his wooden chin and looked at the innkeeper in surprise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Is there anything astonishing about that, your excellence? Is it not
+      usual in your country to pay for what you eat?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is amazing! I do not know what you mean! What strange custom is this
+      that you speak of?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “In these parts, your excellency,” remarked the innkeeper, “when one eats,
+      one must pay. However, if your lordship has no money, and intends to live
+      at the expense of others, I have a very good remedy. One minute!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So saying, the man stepped out of the door, uttered a curious sound, and
+      then returned.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio lost his courage. He broke down and began to weep. He begged the
+      man to have patience. The first piece of gold he found would pay for the
+      meal. The innkeeper smiled as he said, “I am sorry, but the thing is
+      done.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What is done?” asked the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I have sent for the police.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The police!” cried the marionette, shaking with fear. “The police! Even
+      in Africa there are policemen? Please, sir, send them back! I do not want
+      to go to prison.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page045.jpg" alt="Policemen confront Pinocchio"
+      width="750" height="414" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All this was useless talk. Two black policemen were already there.
+      Straight toward the marionette they went and asked his name.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pinocchio,” he answered in a faint voice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What is your business?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I am a marionette.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Why have you come to Africa?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I will tell you,” replied Pinocchio, “You gentlemen must know that my
+      poor father sold his coat to buy me a spelling book, and as I have heard
+      that there is plenty of gold and silver in Africa, I have come here.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What kind of talk is this?” asked the elder of the two policemen. “No
+      nonsense! Show us your papers.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What papers! I left all I had at school.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The policemen cut short the marionette’s words by taking out their
+      handcuffs and preparing to lead him away to prison. But the innkeeper was
+      a good-hearted man, and he was sorry for the poor blockhead. He begged
+      them to leave Pinocchio in his charge.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “So long as you are satisfied, we are satisfied,” said the policemen. “If
+      you wish to give away your food, that is your own affair;” and they went
+      off without saying another word.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c14" id="c14"></a><img src="images/Page047.jpg"
+      alt="The policemen leave" width="750" height="408" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XIV<br /> PINOCCHIO’S FATHER
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio blushed with shame.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Then you are the marionette Pinocchio?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Upon hearing himself addressed in this familiar way, Pinocchio felt a
+      little annoyed, but recalling the unsettled account, he thought it best to
+      answer politely that he was Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I am pleased,” continued the man; “I am very much pleased, because I knew
+      your father.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You knew my father?” exclaimed the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Certainly I knew him! I was a servant in his house before you were born.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “In my house as a servant? When has father Geppetto had servants?” asked
+      the marionette, his eyes wide with surprise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But who said Geppetto? Geppetto is not your father’s name.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Oh, indeed! Well, then, what is his name?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your father’s name is not Geppetto, but Collodi. A wonderful man, my
+      boy.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio understood less and less. It was strange, he thought, to have
+      come to Africa to learn the story of his family. He listened with
+      astonishment to all that the innkeeper said.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Remember, however, that even if you are not really the son of the good
+      Geppetto, it does not follow that you should forget the care he has given
+      you. What gratitude have you shown him? You ran away from home without
+      even telling him. Who knows how unhappy the poor old man may be! You never
+      will understand what suffering you cause your parents. Such blockheads as
+      you are not fit to have parents. They work from morning till night so that
+      you may want for nothing, and may grow up to be good and wise men, useful
+      to yourselves, to your family, and to your country. What do you do?
+      Nothing! You are worthless!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio listened very thoughtfully. He had never expected that in Africa
+      he was to hear so many disagreeable truths, and he was on the verge of
+      weeping.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “For your father’s sake you have been let off easily. From now on you may
+      regard this as your home. I am not very rich, and I need a boy to help me.
+      You will do. You may as well begin to work at once.” And he handed the
+      marionette a large broom.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page049.jpg" alt="Pinocchio sweeps the floor" width="750"
+      height="446" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was vexed at this, but the thought of the black policemen and
+      the unsettled bill cooled his anger, and he swept as well as he knew how.
+      “From a gentleman to a sweeper! What fine progress I have made!” he
+      thought, as the tears rolled down his cheeks.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “If my father were to see me now, or my good Fairy, or my companions at
+      school! What a fine picture I should make!” And he continued to sweep and
+      dust.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c15" id="c15"></a><img src="images/Page050.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio sells water" width="750" height="415" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XV<br /> PINOCCHIO SELLS DRINKING WATER
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The time passed quickly. At the dinner hour Pinocchio had a great appetite
+      and ate with much enjoyment. The master praised him highly for the tidy
+      appearance of the store and urged him to keep up his good work.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “At the end of twenty years,” he said, “You will have put aside enough to
+      return home, and a little extra money to spend on poor old Geppetto. Now
+      that you have eaten, take this leather bag and fill it with water, which
+      you are to sell about the city. When you return we shall know how much you
+      have made.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The bag was soon strapped on his shoulders and the marionette was shown
+      the door. “Remember,” said his master, “a cent a glass!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio set out down the narrow street. He walked on, little caring
+      where he went. His wooden brains were far away. He was grieved. Had the
+      master known just how the marionette felt he would have run after him and
+      at least regained his leather bag.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio walked on. He was soon among a hurrying crowd of people. “Can
+      this be Egypt in Africa? I have read about it often.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A man, wrapped in a white cloak, touched him on the shoulder. Pinocchio
+      did not understand, and started to go on about his business, but the man
+      took him roughly by the nose. Pinocchio shrieked. The crowd stopped. At
+      last, he discovered that the man wanted water. Pinocchio placed the bag on
+      the ground. Then he poured the water into a glass. The man drank, paid,
+      and went his way.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What a thirst for water Africans have!” thought the marionette, as he
+      remembered his companions of the circus. “I like ices better, and I am
+      going to try to get one with this penny.” At once he started off, leaving
+      the leather bag behind.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c16" id="c16"></a><img src="images/Page052.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio rides a dog" width="750" height="312" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XVI<br /> A RIDE ON A DOG’S BACK
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      A crowd of boys had by this time gathered in the street. They began, after
+      the manner of boys in nearly every part of the world, to annoy one who was
+      clearly a stranger. They did not know Pinocchio, however, nor the force of
+      his feet and elbows. There came a shower of kicks and punches, and the
+      boys scattered. Away flew Pinocchio. The people were astonished to see
+      those tiny legs fly like the wind. They shouted and ran after him.
+      Pinocchio resolved not to be caught. He turned into a side street that led
+      into the open country. A large dog, stretched out upon the ground, was in
+      his way. Pinocchio measured the distance and leaped.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At that very moment the dog sprang up, and hardly knowing how it happened,
+      Pinocchio found himself astride his back. Barking furiously, the animal
+      shot along like a cannon ball. The poor boy felt sure that he was going to
+      break his neck and prayed for safety. On they rushed. The dog jumped over
+      rocks and ditches as if he had done nothing in all his life but carry
+      marionettes on his back.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Is it possible that he is a horse-dog?” thought Pinocchio. “If he is, I
+      shall ride him always, and when I return home, I shall present him to my
+      father. My companions will die of envy when they see me riding to school
+      like a gentleman. I shall make him a saddle like those I saw on the circus
+      horses, and a pair of silver stirrups. A saddle is really necessary,
+      because it is very uncomfortable to ride in this way.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The came to a deep gully and the dog prepared to make the leap. Pinocchio
+      muttered to himself: “This is the end. If I cross this in safety, I will
+      surely return home and go to school.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was a leap, and a plunge into the black, empty air. When he opened
+      his eyes, he found himself lying at the bottom of a precipice in total
+      darkness. How long had he been in the air? The marionette did not know. He
+      remembered only that while flying down he had heard a familiar voice call,
+      “Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Farewell to the world and to Africa,” said the marionette. “Wooden
+      marionettes will never learn. Here I shall stay forever. It serves me
+      right.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c17" id="c17"></a><img src="images/Page054.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio in the cave" width="750" height="487" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XVII<br /> THE CAVE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “If I get out of this prison alive, it will be the greatest wonder I have
+      ever known.” Pinocchio sat in the spot where he had fallen. He now began
+      to suffer from thirst. There had been a great deal of excitement, and his
+      throat was parched. He would have given anything for a sip of the water he
+      had so carelessly left in the middle of the street only a little while
+      before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I don’t want to die here,” he said. “I must get up and walk.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So saying, he moved slowly about, groping with his hands and feet as if he
+      were playing blindman’s buff. The ground was soft, and the air seemed
+      fresh. In fact, it was not so bad as he had at first thought. Only four
+      things worried him,—darkness, hunger, thirst, and fear. Aside from these
+      he was safe and sound.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had gone but a short distance through the darkness when suddenly he
+      thought he heard a faint murmur. He saw a gleam of light. The blood rushed
+      through his veins. He walked on. The sound became clearer, and the light
+      grew brighter. At length Pinocchio found himself in a cave lighted by soft
+      rays. The murmuring sound was caused by a small stream of water coming out
+      from a high rock and forming a little waterfall. Pinocchio rushed toward
+      the rocks, opened his mouth wide like a funnel, and drank his fill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I shall not die of thirst,” said the marionette. “Unfortunately, I am
+      still hungry. What a fate is mine! Why can we not live without eating?
+      Some day I am going to find a way. If I succeed, I shall teach the poor
+      people to live without food as I do. How happy they will be!” Meanwhile he
+      looked about for a means of escape. Soon he discovered the hole that
+      lighted the cave, and walked out once more under the open sky.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c18" id="c18"></a><img src="images/Page056.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio sees a mirage" width="729" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XVIII<br /> THE CARAVAN
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      He saw nothing but rocks and sand; rocks that shone like mirrors, and sand
+      that burned like fire. He walked on very sadly, without knowing where.
+      Presently he found himself upon a hill, from which he could see a vast
+      plain crossed by a wide highway. A long line of people and camels were on
+      the march, but how strange they looked! They were going along with heads
+      down and feet up. At first the marionette was filled with a strong desire
+      to laugh; then he became frightened and rubbed his eyes, doubting what
+      they told him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Am I dreaming?” he said to himself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The line continued its march, and he distinctly heard the people laugh and
+      joke as they all sat upside down on the backs of the inverted camels.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I was not prepared for this! What a strange way of traveling they have in
+      Africa! Maybe I too am walking on my head!” and he touched himself to make
+      sure that his head was in its proper place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Meanwhile the caravan passed on, and Pinocchio stood still, his eyes fixed
+      upon the camels as they disappeared at the turning of the road. The only
+      thing left for him to do was to follow them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Either on my head or on my feet I shall surely arrive somewhere! I do not
+      believe that all those people will walk on air forever. Sometime or other
+      they will stop to eat. I shall be there to help them.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he spoke the marionette started forward, walking rapidly in the hot
+      sun.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c19" id="c19"></a><img src="images/Page058.jpg" alt="The Caravan"
+      width="750" height="375" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XIX<br /> THE BABY PULLS HIS NOSE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In half an hour he had caught up with the topsy-turvy caravan. It had
+      stopped at a large well, which was filled with clear, cool water. The
+      people were laughing and talking as if they were at home. They were all as
+      happy as they could be.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio could not understand it. Had these people really stood on their
+      heads? What had happened to them? There was something wrong. He had
+      certainly seen them traveling in that strange fashion. However, a
+      marionette who is hungry and thirsty does not worry long about things he
+      cannot explain. He was there, and the people were eating and drinking.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What a fool I am! If their heads were upside down, they could neither eat
+      nor drink. Surely they will not refuse me a little water, and perhaps as
+      they are familiar with Africa, I may discover in talking with them where
+      the mines of gold and precious stones are to be found.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      So saying, Pinocchio moved toward an old man who was sitting with a pipe
+      in his mouth. He had finished his meal and was enjoying a smoke. The
+      marionette took off his hat and said, “Pardon me, sir; what time is it?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old man’s answer came in a volume of smoke.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ask the sun, my boy. He will tell you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Thank you!” said Pinocchio, a little taken aback by this reception, and
+      he moved on toward a woman with a baby on her shoulders.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Madam, will you please tell me if I am on the right road to—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “The world is wide,” broke in the woman.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And long too,” thought the marionette. “How polite these Africans are!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Of course, the marionette was a stupid fellow. He was a little ashamed to
+      beg for food, and had only asked these questions so that the people might
+      notice him and perhaps offer him food and water. An ordinary boy would
+      have asked for what he wanted, but the blockhead was too proud.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He was about to go on when the baby began to wave its arms, and to shout,
+      “I want it! I want it!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Can you guess what it wanted? Pinocchio’s nose! The child reached out its
+      hands, and cried and kicked in trying to get hold of it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The whole caravan looked toward the spot. A group of children gathered
+      about them. Even the camels lifted their heads to see what was the matter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page060.jpg" alt="The baby pulls Pinocchio's nose"
+      width="750" height="471" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The mother was distressed because the child’s screams and kicks continued.
+      She asked Pinocchio to let it touch his nose. His pride was hurt, but
+      thinking it best to humor the child, he went closer and allowed his nose
+      to be touched and squeezed and pulled until the baby was perfectly happy
+      and satisfied. The good woman laughed, and thanked Pinocchio by offering
+      him some bread and milk.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio buried his face in the milk and ate the bread. There was no
+      doubt of his hunger. The others offered him fruit and cake. He was
+      pleased. Africa, after all, was a country where one could live. His hunger
+      satisfied, he did what marionettes usually do,—talked about himself. In a
+      short time all the people knew who he was and why he had come to Africa.
+      The old man with the pipe asked him, “Who told you that here in Africa
+      there is so much gold?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Who told me? He who knows told me!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But are you sure that he did not wish to deceive you?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Deceive <i>me</i>?” replied the marionette, “My dear sire, to deceive me
+      one must have a good—” and he touched his forehead with his forefinger as
+      much as to say that within lay a great brain. “Before leaving home I
+      studied so much that the teacher feared I should ruin my health.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Very well,” replied the old man, “let us travel together, for we also are
+      in search of gold and precious stones.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio’s heart beat fast with hope. At last there was some one to help
+      him in his search. He could scarcely control himself enough to say:
+      “Willingly, most willingly! I have no objections. Suit yourselves.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c20" id="c20"></a><img src="images/Page062.jpg" alt="Donkey"
+      width="750" height="426" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XX<br /> PINOCCHIO TRAVELS WITH THE CARAVAN
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The camels, refreshed by the large amount of water they had taken, stood
+      up, proud of their loads. Even the donkey brayed. Yes, there was a donkey!
+      And this fact displeased Pinocchio. He had for a long time felt a great
+      dislike for these animals. In fact, he had once been a donkey, and his
+      dislike was a natural one.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The donkey did not carry any load, and for that reason the marionette was
+      asked to ride on its back. He hesitated. It was stupid to ride a donkey,
+      and he would have preferred to walk, but he did not like to seem rude to
+      the good people, and up he mounted.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They traveled all day along the narrow road which gradually wound around
+      the slope of a mountain. The old man rode by the side of Pinocchio, asking
+      him many questions about the studies he had taken up to prepare himself
+      for this trip to Africa.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette talked a great deal, and as might have been expected, made
+      many blunders. He began to think that his companions were very simple, and
+      that in Africa one could tell any kind of lie without being discovered. He
+      even went so far as to assure the old man that he knew the very spot where
+      they could find gold and diamonds, and ended by saying that within a week
+      they should all be men of great wealth.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You must walk straight ahead,” the saucy marionette was saying, “then to
+      the right, and you will arrive at the bottom of a valley, through which
+      flows a beautiful brook of yellow water. By the side of this brook is a
+      tree, and beneath the tree there is gold in plenty.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old man was amazed to hear the tales he told. Pinocchio himself felt
+      ashamed of all these lies. He was afraid his nose would grow as it had
+      done one day at home. But no, it was still its natural size!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well!” he thought, “if it has not grown longer this time, it will never
+      grow again, no matter how many lies I tell.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c21" id="c21"></a><img src="images/Page064.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio is offered for sale" width="750" height="480" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXI<br /> HE IS OFFERED FOR SALE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      They went on until they met a second caravan resting at a well. Every one
+      admired Pinocchio, and the old man who had him in charge treated him as if
+      he were his own son.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was greatly pleased. Yet to tell the truth he was worried.
+      Suppose they discovered that he had lied, and that he knew nothing about
+      Africa, or the gold, or the diamonds! What would happen then?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old man was talking to three or four men of the new caravan. Pinocchio
+      did not like their faces. Now and then they looked toward the marionette
+      with open eyes of astonishment.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio pricked up his ears to listen to the good things the old man was
+      saying about him. He felt highly flattered on hearing himself praised for
+      his character, his intelligence, and his ability to eat and drink.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the men lowered their voices, and the marionette only now and then
+      caught some stray words.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “How much do you want?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Come!” replied the good old man, “between us there should not be so much
+      talk. I cannot give him to you unless you give me twenty yards of English
+      calico, thirty yards of iron wire, and four strings of glass beads.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is too much. It is too much,” replied one.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “They are bargaining for the donkey,” said Pinocchio, and he felt sorry
+      for the poor beast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I am sorry for you,” he went on, addressing the donkey, “because you have
+      made me quite comfortable. Now I must give you up and walk.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is too much. It is too much,” the men were saying.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Yes, yes, all you say is very true,” spoke one in a high voice, “but,
+      after all, he is made of wood.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Of wood? Who is made of wood? The donkey?” thought Pinocchio, looking at
+      the animal, which stood still, its ears erect as if it also were
+      listening.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Here!” put in one of the men, “the bargain is made if you will give him
+      up for an elephant’s tooth; if not, let us talk no more of it.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The old man was silent. He looked at the marionette, and then with a sigh
+      which came from his heart he said: “You drive a hard bargain! Add at least
+      the horn of a rhinoceros and let us be done with it.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Put in the horn!” replied the man, and they shook hands. “You have done
+      well, my friends,” the old man said. “That fellow there,”—and this time
+      pointed directly at Pinocchio,—“that fellow there has some great ideas in
+      his head. He knows a thing or two! He says he knows the exact spot where
+      one may find gold and diamonds.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was thunderstruck! It was he and not the donkey that had been
+      sold.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Dogs!” he cried, “farewell. I go from you forever.” And away he leaped as
+      fast as the north wind. They did not even try to follow him. Who could
+      have caught him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page066.jpg" alt="Pinocchio runs away" width="750"
+      height="248" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c22" id="c22"></a><img src="images/Page067.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio in the forest" width="750" height="403" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXII<br /> THE BIRD IN THE FOREST
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      After two hours of hard running, Pinocchio, still angry at the treatment
+      he had received, came to a forest. “It’s better to be a bird in the bushes
+      than a bird in a cage!” he thought.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Although the walk in the forest was refreshing, he began, as usual, to be
+      hungry. The place was very beautiful, but beauty could not satisfy a
+      marionette’s appetite. He looked here and there in the hope that he might
+      see trees loaded with the fruit about which the elephant man had spoken.
+      He saw nothing but branches and leaves, leaves and branches. On he walked.
+      Both the forest and his hunger seemed without end.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Fortunately Pinocchio was very strong. Being made of wood, he could endure
+      a great many hardships. He was sure that his good Fairy would come to help
+      him, so he kept on bravely. He had walked a long way before he saw a large
+      tree, bearing fruit that resembled oranges.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “At last!” he cried aloud. The birds flew away at the sound. Pinocchio
+      climbed over the rocks and up the tree as fast as he could.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I will eat enough to last for a week!” he said, as he thought of the
+      orange peel his father Geppetto had given him for supper.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He picked the largest of the fruit and put it into his mouth. It was as
+      hard as ivory. He pulled out his penknife, with which he used to sharpen
+      his pencil at school. With great difficulty he cut the fruit in two, to
+      find within only a soft, bitter pulp. Then he tried another and another.
+      All were like the first one, and he gave up trying because he was at
+      length convinced that none of the fruit was fit to eat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Tired and unhappy, with bowed head and dangling arms, he pushed on slowly,
+      stumbling over rocks, and becoming entangled again and again in the
+      briers. He thought sadly of the disappointments he had met with in Africa.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It is settled. I am to die of hunger. Where are the delicious fruits and
+      the precious stones? Should I not do better to go home and leave the gold
+      and silver to those who want them?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he went along, thinking over these things, he noticed ahead of him a
+      bird about the size of a canary, which looked at him as if it longed to
+      console him in his misery.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It went on before Pinocchio, flying from one branch to another, stopping
+      when the marionette stopped, and moving every time the marionette moved.
+      Pinocchio said to himself: “Does this dear little bird wish to be eaten?
+      I’ll pluck its feathers, stick a twig through it, put it in the sun, and
+      in half an hour it will be cooked and ready to eat.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page069.jpg" alt="Following the bird" width="670"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      While the hungry marionette was giving himself up to this thought, the
+      bird began to sing,
+    </p>
+    <blockquote>
+      <blockquote>
+        <p>
+          “Pinocchio, my dear,<br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;If you would honey
+          eat,<br /> Come closer to me here,<br /> &nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;And you
+          will find a treat.”
+        </p>
+      </blockquote>
+    </blockquote>
+    <p>
+      Imagine Pinocchio’s surprise! He approached the little songster and looked
+      up. Sure enough, there on a branch of a great tree was a beehive.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One would think that Pinocchio would at least stop to thank the bird, but
+      not he! Up the tree he went like a squirrel, while the bees buzzed about
+      him angrily. The marionette laughed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Sting away! sting away, brave bees! I am a marionette and made of wood.
+      You may sting me as much as you please.” He thrust his hand into the hive
+      and drew out a handful of sweet honey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This time at least I shall not die of hunger.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c23" id="c23"></a><img src="images/Page071.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio in the tree with honey" width="750" height="430" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXIII<br /> HIS ADVENTURE WITH A LION
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The marionette was on the point of filling his mouth a second time, when
+      he heard a frightful roar directly under his feet. The shock almost
+      tumbled him down headfirst. Had he fallen, how unfortunate it would have
+      been! He would have gone straight into the deep mouth of an African lion
+      which was ready to devour him at one gulp.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Oh, mercy!” cried the marionette. And the lion gave another dreadful roar
+      which seemed to say: “Mercy indeed! I have you now, you little thief.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Dear lion,” pleaded Pinocchio, “have pity on a poor orphan lad who is
+      nearly starving!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lion roared still louder. “Who has given you permission to take what
+      belongs to another without having earned it by useful and honest work? In
+      this world he who does not work must starve.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You are right, my dear lion, you are right. I am ready to pay to the last
+      cent for all the honey I eat, but please don’t seem so angry or I shall
+      die of fear.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the lion stopped roaring, and sitting down upon the ground, he looked
+      at the marionette as if to say: “Well, what are you going to do about it?
+      Are you coming down or not?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Listen, my dear lion,” answered Pinocchio; “so long as you stay there, I
+      shall not come down. If you want me to go away and leave the honey, remove
+      yourself a hundred miles or so, and then I will obey you.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The lion did not move.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      For almost an hour Pinocchio sat glued to the tree, not daring to eat the
+      honey or to come down to the waiting lion. The hot rays of the sun beat
+      upon him. He felt that he must die, for hunger, fear, and heat seemed
+      ready to destroy him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Surely there must be away out of this,” he thought. “That lion must have
+      in him some spark of kindness. He has made up his mind to keep me company,
+      and perhaps it is my duty to thank him.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the marionette raised his hand to ask permission to speak. It would
+      have been better had he kept still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this gesture the lion uttered a roar so loud that it shook the whole
+      forest. He began to lash the ground with his tail, sending up a cloud of
+      dust that nearly choked the marionette, and repeating all the while in
+      lion language, “If you move hand or foot, you will die!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio sat still. Another hour passed in silence. Pinocchio still
+      suffered from the heat and from hunger. Both honey and shade were within
+      easy reach, and he could enjoy neither.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What an obstinate beast!” he muttered. “How stupid he is to wait there!
+      There is enough room in the forest for us both.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      But the lion did not move, and Pinocchio’s suffering was great. He was
+      sure now that he was going to die, and he looked sadly at those wooden
+      legs which had carried him through so many adventures. There was the
+      shade, but he could not reach it. There was the honey that must not be
+      touched.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Eat! eat!” said the honey. “Come! come!” said the shade.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Fortunately a new character now arrived on the scene. A magnificent
+      giraffe came along through the bushes, eating the tender shoots as it
+      approached the spot.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio saw the giraffe and recognized it at once from a picture of one
+      he had seen in school. The lion saw it also. What should he do? Continue
+      to watch the marionette, or attack and carry off the giraffe? He decided
+      to take the giraffe. As the animal raised its head to bite off the leaves
+      from a tall acacia, the lion leaped at its throat and killed it. Seizing
+      the body in his powerful jaws, the lion disappeared through the forest,
+      and Pinocchio was left behind to have his fill of honey. He ate as he had
+      never eaten before.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When he could eat no longer he came down from the tree, but how strange he
+      felt! His eyes were dim, and his head began to swim, while his legs went
+      here and there in every direction. He could not even talk clearly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “African honey plays jokes upon those who eat too much of it!” he seemed
+      to hear some one say. He turned to see who it was that had spoken to him,
+      but no one was there. The next moment he fell heavily to the ground as if
+      he had been knocked down with a club.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That is what happens to greedy boys!” continued the voice of the little
+      bird who had shown him the honey, but Pinocchio lay fast asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page075.jpg" alt="The lion and giraffe" width="373"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c24" id="c24"></a><img src="images/Page076.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio sleeps" width="750" height="422" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXIV<br /> PINOCCHIO IS BROUGHT BEFORE THE KING
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio had slept for hours when he was aroused by strange sounds. Were
+      these the voices of human beings.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      What could it possibly be? The marionette opened an eye, but quickly shut
+      it again when he saw a number of coal-black faces turned toward him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What do these ugly people want of me?” he asked himself, as he lay there
+      perfectly still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When Pinocchio next opened his eyes he saw to his great surprise that the
+      men had formed a circle about him. At their chief’s command they began to
+      dance. It was all so funny that Pinocchio could hardly keep from laughing.
+      Then the chief made a sign, at which the savages advanced toward the
+      marionette, took him up by his arms and legs, and started away with him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This is not so bad,” thought the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After a time his bearers laid him gently upon the ground and commenced to
+      examine him. Pinocchio decided to make believe he was dead.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      For that reason he kept his eyes shut tightly and lay still.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Suddenly there was a great noise. He was startled. Opening one eye, he saw
+      approaching a chief followed by a crowd of attendants. Judging from the
+      manner in which the new arrivals were received, they were persons of high
+      rank. At their approach the savages knelt down, raised their hands high in
+      the air, and bent their foreheads to the ground.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A man stepped out from the ranks and came toward Pinocchio. He examined
+      the marionette from head to foot, while all the others looked on in
+      silence.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the examination was over the marionette hoped to be left in peace,
+      but another approached him and went through the same performance. Then
+      came a third, a fourth, a fifth, and so on.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was somewhat tired of this. As the last one came up he muttered,
+      “Now I shall see what they are going to do with me.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The man who had first examined Pinocchio now approached him again, and
+      calling the bearers, said, in a tongue which, curiously enough, the
+      marionette understood, “Turn the little animal over!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Upon hearing himself called an animal, Pinocchio was seized with a mad
+      desire to give his tormentor a kick, but he thought better of it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The bearers advanced, took the marionette by the shoulders, and rolled him
+      over.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Easy! easy! this bed is not too soft,” Pinocchio said to himself.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A second examination followed, and then another command, “Roll him over
+      again!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What do you take me for,—a top?” muttered the marionette in a burst of
+      rage. But he pricked up his ears when the man who had been rolling him
+      over turned to another and said, “Your majesty!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Indeed!” thought Pinocchio, “we are not dealing with ordinary persons! We
+      are beginning to know great people. Let me hear what he has to say about
+      me to his black majesty,” and the marionette listened with the deepest
+      attention.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty, my knowledge of the noble art of cooking assures me that
+      this creature”—and he gave Pinocchio a kick—“is an animal of an extinct
+      race. It has been turned into wood, carried by the water to the beach, and
+      then brought here by the wind.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Not so bad for a cook,” thought Pinocchio. He felt half inclined to
+      strike out and hit the nose of the wise savage, who had again knelt down
+      to examine him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty,” continued the cook, “this little animal is dead, because
+      if it were not dead—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “It would be alive,” Pinocchio muttered. “What a beast! How stupid!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Because if it were not dead, it would not be so hard. To conclude, had it
+      not been made of wood, I could have cooked it for your majesty’s dinner.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio said to himself: “Listen to this black rascal! Eaten alive! What
+      kind of country have I fallen into? What vulgar people! It’s lucky for me
+      that I am made of wood!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His majesty then commanded that as the animal was not good to eat it
+      should be buried.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Immediately three or four of the men began to dig a hole, while the
+      unfortunate marionette, half dead with fright, tried to form some plan of
+      escape. The time passed. The hole was dug, and the poor fellow could not
+      think of any plan. Run away! But how? And if they found out that he was
+      alive would he not be cooked and eaten? The marionette did not know what
+      to do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the meantime two men had raised him from the ground and stood ready to
+      throw him into the hole. Then in spite of himself, the marionette began to
+      shout at the top of his lungs: “Stop! Stop! I will not be buried alive!
+      Help! Help! My good Fatina!—Fatina!—my Fatina! Help!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page080.jpg" alt="Pinocchio comes to life" width="665"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the first shout the two men who were holding him let him fall to the
+      ground and started off in a great fright. All the others followed their
+      example.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What funny people!” said Pinocchio. “If I had known that they would all
+      run away like this, I should not have been so uneasy. However, I really do
+      not know why I have come here. If I only knew where to find diamonds and
+      gold, it would not be so hard. I might return home to my father, for who
+      knows how much he is suffering because I am not there!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At that moment he would have given up the whole trip, but he was too
+      stupid to keep an idea in his head for more than a few seconds. Another
+      thought flashed across his mind, and he forgot his poor father.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “If these people run away, it means that they are afraid, and if they are
+      afraid, it means that they have no courage. Now then, I, being very brave,
+      may in a short time come to rule over everything in Africa. Perhaps—who
+      knows!—I may become a king or an emperor!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio, you lazy dreamer, are you never going to learn wisdom? Only a
+      blockhead like you could be so foolish. A wooden emperor, indeed!
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c25" id="c25"></a><img src="images/Page082.jpg"
+      alt="Monkeys throwing stones" width="750" height="408" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXV<br /> THE MONKEYS STONE THE MARIONETTE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Filled with these hopes and forgetting his fright, Pinocchio set boldly
+      forth without the least alarm at the difficulties of the journey. He was
+      going merrily along, dreaming of all the great things he would do as
+      emperor of Africa, when at a turn in the road there came flying after him
+      a volley of stones. Had any struck him he would have been killed.
+      Astonished and frightened at this strange turn of affairs, he glanced
+      around, but saw no one. He looked up at the trees, and then from right to
+      left, but nobody was in sight.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “This is pleasant!” exclaimed the marionette. “Have those pebbles fallen
+      from the sky?” And he started to go on his way.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had taken only a few steps, when a second discharge drove him to the
+      shelter of a large tree. Thence he looked carefully in the direction from
+      which the stones continued to come. To his surprise he discovered among
+      the bushes and twigs a large number of monkeys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well! What is this?” cried the marionette. “Those rogues must not be
+      allowed to play such mean tricks. I had better be on my guard.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He picked up a stout stick lying on the ground near by. To his amazement,
+      the monkeys threw away the stones and began to pick up sticks likewise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I hope I shall get through this safely!” thought Pinocchio. He raised his
+      stick and threatened the whole army of monkeys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The monkeys, as if obeying his command, raised their sticks and held them
+      erect, imitating exactly the action of the marionette. Then Pinocchio
+      lowered his stick, and the monkeys lowered theirs. Again Pinocchio lifted
+      his stick as high as he could, and the monkeys raised theirs, holding them
+      stiffly like soldiers on drill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Arms rest!” cried Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      All the monkeys, imitating the marionette, lowered their sticks in perfect
+      order, just as soldiers do at the officer’s command.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That’s a good idea,” thought Pinocchio, “I might become the leader of the
+      monkeys, and within a month conquer all Africa.” And he laughed at the
+      joke.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The monkeys looked straight at him, standing erect and in line waiting for
+      further orders.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ah! you wish to follow me!” said the marionette. “This might suit your
+      taste, but not mine, thank you! I will give you marching orders. Then I
+      shall be left in peace.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Accordingly Pinocchio, who was determined to get away from these annoying
+      beasts, moved two steps forward. The monkeys advanced two steps also. Then
+      he took three steps to the rear, and the monkeys went back three steps.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “At—tention!” and facing about quickly, he started to run. All the monkeys
+      also turned, and began to run in the direction opposite to that taken by
+      the marionette. Pinocchio, laughing at his own cunning, went his way, only
+      now and then turning to watch the dark forms as they disappeared in the
+      distance.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “They all run away in this country,” he said to himself, and he too ran
+      on, fearing that the worthy beasts would return for further orders.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c26" id="c26"></a><img src="images/Page085.jpg"
+      alt="Strange houses" width="750" height="396" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXVI<br /> PINOCCHIO DREAMS AGAIN
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      “If these people are such cowards that they run at the sound of my voice,
+      in a few days I shall be master of all Africa. I shall be a great man.
+      However, this is a country of hunger and thirst and fatigue. I must find a
+      place where I can rest a little before I begin my career of conquest.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Fortune now seemed to favor Pinocchio. Not far off he thought he saw a
+      group of huts at the foot of a hill. He felt that besides getting rest and
+      shelter, he might also find something to eat. Greedy marionette!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he approached he was struck by the strangeness of these buildings. They
+      looked like little towers topped with domes. He went along wondering what
+      race of people lived in houses built without windows or doors. He saw no
+      one, and he was filled with a sort of fear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Shall I go on or not?” he mused. “Perhaps it would be best to call out,
+      Some one will show me where to go for food and shelter.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Hello there!” he said in a low voice. No one answered.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Hello there!” repeated the marionette a little louder. But there was no
+      answer.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “They are deaf, or asleep, or dead!” concluded the marionette, after
+      calling out at the top of his voice again and again.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he thought it might be a deserted village, and he entered bravely
+      between the towers. There was no one to be seen. As he stretched out his
+      tired limbs on the ground he murmured. “Since it is useless to think of
+      eating, I may at least rest.” And in a few minutes he was sound asleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He dreamed that he was being pulled along by an army of small insects that
+      resembled ants. It seemed to him that he was making every effort to stop
+      them, but he could not succeed. They dragged and rolled him down a slope
+      toward a frightful precipice, over which he must fall. It even seemed as
+      if they had entered his mouth by hundreds, busying themselves in tearing
+      out his tongue. It served him right, too, because his tongue had made many
+      false promises and caused everybody much suffering.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You will never tell any more lies!” the ants seemed to say.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page087.jpg" alt="Pinocchio is covered with ants"
+      width="689" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the marionette awoke with a struggle and a cry of fear. His dream was
+      a reality. He was covered with ants. He brushed them off his face, his
+      arms, his legs,—in short, his whole body. They had tortured him for four
+      or five hours, and only the fact that he was made of very hard wood had
+      saved his life.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Thanks to my strong constitution.” thought the marionette, “I am as good
+      as new.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      <a name="c27" id="c27"></a>CHAPTER XXVII<br /> PINOCCHIO IS CARRIED AWAY IN
+      AN EGGSHELL
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio now found himself in a dense growth of shrubbery which made his
+      progress difficult. He pushed on among the thorny plants. They would have
+      stopped any one but a wooden marionette. His clothes were torn, to be
+      sure, but he did not mind that.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Soon I shall have a suit that will make me look like a prince. Goods of
+      the best quality, and tailoring that has never been equaled! The gold, the
+      silver, and the diamonds must be found.” And he went on at a brisk gait as
+      if he had been on the highway.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Trees, shrubs, underbrush,—nothing else! The scene would have grown
+      tiresome had it not been for a swarm of butterflies of the most beautiful
+      and brilliant colors. They flew here and there, now letting themselves be
+      carried by the wind, now hovering about in search of the flowers hidden in
+      the thick foliage.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page089.jpg" alt="Pinocchio is carried by an ostrich"
+      width="372" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      From time to time a hare would run between Pinocchio’s feet, and after a
+      few bounds would turn sharply around to stare at him with curious eyes, as
+      much as to say that a marionette was a comical sight. Young monkeys peeped
+      through the leaves, laughed at him, and then scampered away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio walked along fearlessly, caring little for what went on around
+      him, and thinking only of the treasures for which he was seeking.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      On and on he walked until at length he found himself at the edge of a vast
+      plain. He gave a great sigh of relief. The long march through the woods
+      had tired him. However, he kept his eyes open, now and then looking down
+      at his feet to see if any precious stones were lying about. Presently his
+      attention was drawn to a great hole or nest, in which he saw some white
+      objects shaped like hen’s eggs, but considerably larger than his head.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Curious to see whether or not he could lift one, Pinocchio approached the
+      nest. Just then he heard a frightful noise behind him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Turning quickly, the marionette saw a huge bird running toward him. The
+      next moment a powerful push sent him head over heels upon one of the eggs!
+      As he fell he heard a loud crash, and at almost the same instant found
+      himself carried through the air. What had befallen him?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Of course, the hole was the nest of an ostrich. Enraged at the sight of
+      the broken egg, the fierce bird had seized in its powerful beak that part
+      of the shell into which the unfortunate marionette had fallen, and was now
+      rushing across the plain with the swiftness of an express train.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette screamed in terror, and with the stick which he still held
+      in his hand rained blows upon the bird’s long neck. But the blows had no
+      effect whatever. The furious creature ran and ran and ran. Pinocchio,
+      gasping for breath, was certain that his end was near.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The mad race lasted for hours. Suddenly the marionette was thrown into a
+      muddy pool, in which he sank up to his neck like a frog. Having no desire
+      to be suffocated in the mud, he raised his head a little, although he did
+      not try to climb out. What he saw surprised him beyond measure.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c28" id="c28"></a><img src="images/Page092.jpg"
+      alt="Watching the Ostrichs" width="750" height="449" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXVIII<br /> PINOCCHIO ESCAPES AGAIN
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      His ostrich was no longer alone. There stood another. The new arrival,
+      somewhat smaller, but uglier and even more ferocious than the first, moved
+      cautiously, ready for fight. Suddenly Pinocchio saw the gleam of a knife,
+      and an instant later the ostrich that had carried him thus far fell to the
+      ground, wounded to death. The marionette could not understand how it was
+      possible for a bird to carry a knife hidden beneath its wings and to make
+      use of it. Yet the thing had happened right before his eyes; there was no
+      doubt about it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      While seeking an explanation for this very strange incident, he saw the
+      victorious ostrich draw first one arm, then the other, from beneath its
+      feathers, and finally take off its beak and place it upon the ground. The
+      second ostrich was a man.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio now began to understand what had happened, and to hate the
+      trickster who had put on the feathers of an ostrich, in order to attack
+      and kill the poor creature that lay there breathing its last.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The man approached the dying ostrich and tried to lift the huge bird to
+      his shoulders, but in spite of his great strength he failed. Then looking
+      about in search of help, he saw the marionette, whose head was out of the
+      water, and signaled to him to come ashore. Pinocchio would have refused,
+      but there was the knife lying on the ground, and there was the man. He
+      decided to obey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He came out of the pond as best he could, and the ugly black man began to
+      laugh. He laughed and laughed until he was able to stand no longer, and
+      could only throw himself upon the ground, where he lay, breathless and
+      weak. The marionette, seeing this, said to himself: “If I do not escape
+      now, it will be my own fault. My dear legs, it is no dishonor to run when
+      you must!” and he went on at a gallop toward a hill which could be seen a
+      short distance away.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “May you die of laughing, you villain!” he cried as he ran.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Presently he was somewhat alarmed to discover that the man was running
+      after him. Feeling sure, however, that he could easily outrun his pursuer,
+      he halted a moment, as if waiting for him. The man was hurrying on,
+      thinking that the boy could go no farther, when the saucy marionette,
+      putting his hand to his mouth, shouted “Cuckoo!” Then at a pace swifter
+      than the wind he set off once more, pausing now and again to call out,
+      “Cuckoo! Cuckoo!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio had nearly reached the top of the hill, and the man was halfway
+      up, when a loud roar made them both stop. Turning around, they saw that a
+      lion was carrying off the dead ostrich. At that, the hunter thrust his
+      fingers into his curly hair, and without paying further attention to the
+      marionette, started off to regain the knife, which was still lying where
+      it had fallen.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Tit for tat,” Pinocchio shouted after him, and went on up the hill.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page094.jpg" alt="Lion with Ostrich" width="750"
+      height="354" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c29" id="c29"></a><img src="images/Page095.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio prepares to swim" width="750" height="433" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXIX<br /> PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY A CROCODILE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      When Pinocchio reached the top of the hill he looked around for a place
+      where he could rest. He thought of the lion that had carried off the
+      ostrich, and he did not like the idea of meeting him. Fortunately there
+      were no signs of life, but neither was there any place where he could sit
+      down in comfort. Sand and rocks, rocks and sand were everywhere. In the
+      distance he saw water.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “At any rate,” he said, “I shall at least be able to wash myself;” and he
+      turned his footsteps toward the water.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He arrived before long at the water’s edge. How fresh and clean it was! He
+      was so dusty and tired that there was only one thing to do,—take a bath!
+      When Pinocchio decided upon a course of action he did not hesitate. In an
+      instant he was undressed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As he started toward the water a voice cried, “Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Oh, let Pinocchio alone!” the marionette said, and leaped into the air.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page097.jpg" alt="Crocodile catches Pinocchio"
+      width="517" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Horrors! As he came flying down, a green mass rose to the surface of the
+      river. It was a crocodile! Pinocchio saw it and shuddered, but there was
+      no time to cry out. Down, down he went into that open mouth! But wooden
+      marionettes are always fortunate. The crocodile’s throat was so wide that
+      Pinocchio slipped into the stomach of the creature with great ease. Not
+      even a scratch! As he was accustomed to being under water and inside the
+      bodies of animals, he was not at all frightened. In fact, when he noticed
+      that he was being carried down to the bottom of the river, where it was
+      cool and refreshing, he uttered no word of complaint, but rather enjoyed
+      the experience.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The crocodile crawled in to a cave, and prepared to digest the marionette
+      at its leisure. Pinocchio was naturally annoyed at this and began to kick
+      and squirm about.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At first this did not seem to cause any ill effects, but Pinocchio kicked
+      and struggled until the poor reptile could not help wondering what the
+      trouble was, and began to twist and shake its whole body. Pinocchio did
+      not stop. Presently the crocodile decided to return to the surface and
+      deposit the marionette upon the bank. Pinocchio desired nothing better. As
+      soon as he saw a ray of light he became very quiet. The crocodile, now
+      that the trouble seemed over, was about to return to its cave, but it had
+      made this plan without consulting our wooden marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Suppose I let the beast carry me a short distance! I can make it throw me
+      upon the bank later as well as now! It may carry me to some place
+      where—enough, I am going to try it! A green ship, without sails, without
+      engines, and without a crew, is not to be found every day. Boo! boo! boo!”
+      muttered the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The crocodile, frightened at the strange noises inside its body, began to
+      swim with all its strength. It swam and swam and swam! When it slowed up
+      the marionette continued, “Boo! boo! boo!” and the crocodile went on
+      faster than ever.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The poor creature became thoroughly exhausted, and fairly wept with anger
+      and fright, but the strange voice went on without ceasing.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At last, growing desperate, the crocodile stopped, opened its huge jaws,
+      and with a great effort sent the marionette flying through the air to the
+      bank of the river; then it disappeared in the deep water.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pleasant trip home! Remember me to everybody!” cried Pinocchio as he
+      leaped about joyously.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c30" id="c30"></a><img src="images/Page099.jpg"
+      alt="Clothes from leaves" width="750" height="437" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXX<br /> PINOCCHIO IS MADE EMPEROR
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Finding himself without any clothes, the marionette began to think of his
+      condition. To go back and search for his suit was out of the question. To
+      go about in that state did not seem proper, although he knew that the
+      Africans in general were dressed in the same fashion.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Finally he decided to make himself a suit of leaves. There were some
+      beautiful ones near by that were just suited to the purpose. He knew how
+      to go to work, for at home he had often made clothes out of shavings and
+      twigs. He set about his task at once and in a short time had made a
+      garment that reached from his waist down to his knees. He was busy
+      selecting the leaves for a coat when he happened to raise his eyes, and
+      saw a crowd of men and women rushing about as if either very happy or
+      frantic with terror.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Lunatics!” he murmured, and went on with his work, for he disliked to be
+      seen half-dressed. All at once the marionette heard a hissing, humming
+      sound. A cloud of arrows fell around him. He was amazed and terrified, not
+      by the arrows,—for what harm could arrows do to him?—but by the idea that
+      this meant more trouble for Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “So long as they shoot, I fear nothing; but if they try to capture me, I
+      may have to jump into the river and take to my green ship.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The arrows continued to fall like hailstones on his shoulders, on his
+      breast, on his arms and legs; but of course they dropped to the ground
+      without doing any harm. The natives were astonished. They looked at one
+      another in blank surprise.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio, weary of the game, turned in anger toward them and shouted:
+      “Give up shooting, stupid ones! Do you not see that you are wasting your
+      time?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They had already perceived that this was true, and they stopped shooting.
+      A group braver than the rest now approached the marionette and surrounded
+      him. One of them shouted, “Hoi! Hoi! Hoi!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pinocchio!” answered the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page101.jpg" alt="Africans shoot arrows at Pinocchio"
+      width="750" height="406" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Yah! Yah! Yah!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Pinocchio!” the boy repeated. “Are you deaf?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then they began to shout in chorus: “Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff! Uff!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And Pinocchio replied: “Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff! Uff!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This conversation soon began to be wearisome, and Pinocchio tried to
+      escape. It was too late. The Africans, quick as a flash, closed in about
+      him and, seizing him by the legs, raised him from the ground, shouting:
+      “Long live our emperor, Pinocchio the First! Long live our emperor,
+      Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio had never dreamed of such a welcome.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Long live Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ah! at last! I knew that in Africa my greatness would be recognized. Now
+      I shall be revenged on you, my dear restaurant-keeper, and on you, dear
+      policemen, who wanted to arrest me. Old man, you who wanted to sell me for
+      a rhinoceros horn, now it is my turn!” Thus thought Pinocchio.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This was his first triumph. Flocking like ravens, his African subjects
+      came to render homage to the new emperor, who was carried aloft on willing
+      shoulders. As he passed, all bowed to the ground and then followed in his
+      train. Such a multitude joined the procession that it looked, from a
+      distance, like a vast blot of ink. They went along singing the praises of
+      Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all the African kings, sent from
+      heaven to earth to replace the late emperor, who had died the preceding
+      day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As they marched a great chorus chanted: “He was to come forth from the
+      mouth of a crocodile! He was to remain unharmed by poisoned arrows! He was
+      to have a wooden head! Long live our emperor, Pinocchio the First! Hurrah!
+      hurrah! hurrah!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “They shot poisoned arrows at me!” thought the marionette. “That is the
+      way they treated their future king. Lucky for me that I am made of
+      wood,—very hard wood too! How fortunate that I came to Africa as a
+      marionette! If I had been a real boy, there would be little to say about
+      Pinocchio now.”
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c31" id="c31"></a><img src="images/Page103.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio is welcomed" width="750" height="468" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXI<br /> HIS FIRST NIGHT AS EMPEROR
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio, his heart filled with joy, entered the capital of his new
+      empire amid the shouts of the people who crowded the streets. The
+      children, rolling on the ground in glee, raised such a dust that one could
+      hardly see.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Forward, forward, they marched through the streets until the main square
+      was reached. The city was not a large city. Pinocchio was a little
+      disappointed. The houses were only huts plastered with mud. The streets
+      and even the main square were dirty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I will change all that,” Pinocchio gravely said to himself. “I will build
+      a new city.” To the marionette such a task appeared to be an easy matter.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In a corner of the square stood a hut somewhat larger than the others.
+      This was the royal palace. Pinocchio was not pleased. The king of all
+      Africa should have something far better than this. However, he thought it
+      would not do, just at this time, to utter any words of complaint.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In the huts about the palace lived the people of the court. These were the
+      advisers and the leaders, who stood ready to carry out the commands of his
+      majesty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Like many another in such a situation, Pinocchio did nothing but bow his
+      head in agreement with everything that was said to him. This greatly
+      pleased the people of the court and gained for him their admiration and
+      applause. They called him Pinocchio the Wise!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Night came and all the people withdrew. The emperor was left alone with
+      his servant, a gigantic African, who invited his majesty to pass into the
+      royal bedchamber.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The furniture was as simple as the palace itself. A string, stretched
+      across the room, served as a clothes-hanger. The bed was a leopard’s skin
+      that swung from four poles. Having displayed with pride these equipments,
+      the servant pointed to a frying pan, which was to be struck with a wooden
+      mallet in case his majesty desired to call the attendants. He then
+      withdrew from the chamber, bowing as he went out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Apparently they do not eat here,” said the marionette. “Maybe these
+      people think that an emperor is never hungry! However, night passes
+      quickly.” Then he undressed himself and lay down. He was quite tired out,
+      and he felt sure that in a few moments he should be fast asleep. But soon
+      he began to roll and toss about uneasily. The bed was hard and
+      uncomfortable. He opened his eyes. There was a spider crawling over him,
+      and he shivered. Other spiders, as large as crabs, were creeping quietly
+      over the ground and the walls as if this was their home and not the
+      king’s!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There was one spider twice as large as the others. Surely he was the head
+      of that large family. He fixed his fiery eyes upon the marionette and
+      spoke in the voice of the Talking Cricket: “Where have you come from—fool
+      that you are? What do you think you have gained by becoming the emperor of
+      these people? Return to your home, and be content to be a boy like the
+      rest, and to learn a trade by which you may help your father and be happy
+      yourself.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Upon hearing these familiar words the marionette wanted to beat the pan
+      and call for help, but, he reflected, this would show that he lacked
+      courage and might lower him in the eyes of his subjects. So he endured his
+      fate, thinking: “A night soon passes. To-morrow night I will have a
+      sentinel on guard.” And he drew himself up, mallet in hand, ready to fight
+      the spiders if they came too near him. All was still, and Pinocchio tried
+      a second time to close his eyes to sleep.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>“Buzz! buzz! buzz!”</i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The place swarmed with flies.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>“Zz! zz! Zeeee, zeeee, zmm, zmmm!”</i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Out in the night frogs croaked, birds cried, wild animals howled.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What a place to sleep in!” whined the poor emperor, flinging himself
+      about on his hard bed.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then he thought of his own small cot, neat and clean, in which he had so
+      often peacefully slept and dreamed pleasant dreams. It will not seem
+      strange that Pinocchio wished that he were at home again, instead of being
+      a king in Africa.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all the African kings, passed a
+      very wretched night. He felt hot and feverish, and he was afraid that he
+      was going to die before morning came.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c32" id="c32"></a><img src="images/Page107.jpg"
+      alt="The Royal Doctor" width="750" height="445" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXII<br /> HE SENDS FOR THE ROYAL DOCTOR
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio presently became very anxious about his health. He was sure that
+      the night’s troubles had brought on a high fever, and this, of course,
+      would keep him from attending to affairs of state. At dawn, therefore,
+      Pinocchio the First rapped the pan and sent for the doctor of the court.
+      He was an old man, with a long white beard. Having listened to the
+      emperor’s lament, the doctor drew out a string of beads from his breast,
+      threw them on the floor, and examined them closely, all the time murmuring
+      strange words. Then he began to count the beads. At the end of a quarter
+      of an hour he said that his royal majesty was in excellent health and need
+      not worry.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette’s rage knew no bounds, but it would not do to complain at
+      the very beginning of his career. He thanked the worthy doctor therefore,
+      and dismissed him with a polite nod of the head. Then he again rapped
+      furiously on the pan. There promptly appeared eight or ten servants, who
+      first knelt down at the foot of the imperial bed, and then advancing with
+      every sign of respect, raised his majesty gently, and placed him upon a
+      panther’s skin that was stretched upon the floor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page108.jpg" alt="Pinocchio rang for the doctor"
+      width="568" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio allowed them to proceed, until they began to cover his body with
+      oil. At this, he asked why they anointed him in such a manner.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “To make you clean, your majesty,” answered the servants, very
+      respectfully.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Fine cleaning!” thought the marionette. “How are my face and hands to get
+      washed this morning? Never mind. Let us see what comes next.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This first operation ended, Pinocchio the First was made to sit
+      cross-legged to have his hair combed. His attendants covered his hair with
+      a purple cream and then sprinkled over it a golden powder.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio’s joy upon seeing that glittering substance knew no bounds, but
+      he overheard one of the servants say in a melancholy undertone: “What a
+      pity his majesty has not a black complexion such as we have! What a pity!
+      What a pity!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette was moved to the bottom of his heart, and he was about to
+      say, “You may be sure, my dear subjects, I shall do the best I can to
+      become black,” when he heard footsteps approach.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c33" id="c33"></a><img src="images/Page110.jpg"
+      alt="The Grand Chamberlain" width="750" height="461" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXIII<br /> AN OLD STORY
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The grand chamberlain was announced.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This grave person had come to inquire about his majesty’s health, and at
+      the same time to notify him that the council had fixed the day for the
+      coronation.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio the First listened and approved. The grand chamberlain, very
+      much pleased with his reception, made a deep bow, and was apparently about
+      to retire, when, as if he had forgotten something important, he approached
+      the emperor again and said with great respect, “Your majesty, in the name
+      of the council I must announce to you that to-morrow the lessons begin.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What lessons?” said the marionette, feeling a chill creep down his back.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ah! I will explain,” the chamberlain replied meekly. “The things that
+      your majesty must do to straighten out the affairs of state are very
+      simple. Only two words are needed, ‘Yes’ and ‘No!’ But to say ‘Yes’ or
+      ‘No’ at the proper time requires at least one month of instruction. To
+      make sure that you learn, there will be, twice each day, a punishment of
+      ten lashes of the whip, to be given your majesty on whatever part of the
+      body you may desire. However, in view of the present wisdom of your
+      majesty, the council has agreed that the lessons and the lashings may be
+      delayed till the end of the month, if your majesty so decides.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio had listened gloomily until he heard the last words, and then he
+      came near laughing outright. He kept his face very serious, however, and
+      bowed his head as if in deep thought. After a long silence he said, “I
+      have decided to leave the lessons till the end of the month.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The grand chamberlain made a profound bow and went out.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The servants went away also, and Pinocchio, finding himself alone, jumped
+      about in great glee.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Compulsory fiddlesticks! What blockheads they were to think that I was
+      going to start to-day! At the end of the month, perhaps! There are still
+      thirty days, and in thirty days what may not happen!” And he looked about
+      quite satisfied with himself. He was sure that everything would go well
+      during his stay in Africa.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “If they sprinkled my hair with gold, they will fill my pockets with
+      money,” he thought. And then to his surprise he found that the suit they
+      had put on him had no pockets.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I shall make pockets as soon as I have time,” he said, and striking the
+      pan, ordered the servants to bring in his breakfast.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page112.jpg" alt="No pockets!" width="711" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c34" id="c34"></a><img src="images/Page113.jpg"
+      alt="Eating smelly food" width="750" height="423" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXIV<br /> HIS DUTIES AS EMPEROR
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was served with a piece of elephant’s nose, cooked in a highly
+      seasoned sauce. How he twisted his face and ground his teeth! Evidently
+      the meal was not to his liking. He would have preferred some fish, some
+      grapes, and a dozen figs, but he was ashamed to ask for these dainties. He
+      gulped down the food as best he could, and drank from a gourd a great deal
+      of water; then he felt more comfortable.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      His ministers had been waiting some time, and Pinocchio did not think it
+      wise to prolong his first meal. With a truly stately stride he entered the
+      audience chamber.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all Africa, felt it to be his
+      first duty to express his gratitude for the magnificent reception that had
+      been given to him. The ministers made an equally polite response.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Persons of rank now came to pay homage to the new king. Among them were
+      great chiefs of tribes, princes, and kings of the neighboring states.
+      Pinocchio received them all with much pomp. This sort of thing was at
+      first very pleasing to him. But day after day the visitors and the feasts
+      continued. As Pinocchio was the host, he had to eat with all these
+      newcomers. He became very stout, and his jaws ached from so much chewing.
+      Eating was becoming a burden to him. He even longed for the days when he
+      had gone hungry. However, one must take things as they come and be ready
+      to suffer for the good of one’s country.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day there came to the court three kings, the most powerful within a
+      range of a thousand miles. The first was clad in a white skirt, and a
+      military coat which he had bought from an English captain. He came with
+      his head uncovered and a high hat in his hand. The second wore an old
+      helmet on the back of his head. The third carried a clumsy sword in one
+      hand and in the other a broken umbrella.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They bowed to the ground very respectfully, and then each in turn slapped
+      Pinocchio in the face.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette, who did not expect this sort of greeting, was about to
+      express his anger, when the master of ceremonies whispered in his ear that
+      such a greeting was given only to great people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” thought Pinocchio, and he smiled at
+      the visitors.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Dinner was then announced. Pinocchio felt sick at the thought of eating
+      again. It was the fifth time that day, and the sun was still high in the
+      sky, but of course it was not proper to dismiss three kings without having
+      feasted them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They went out to the dining room, which was under a tree. Beneath the
+      branches were more than a thousand people. They all sat on the ground, and
+      were waited upon by tall young men, who carried around large plates of
+      meat.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page117.jpg" alt="A great feast was held" width="379"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The three kings gave themselves up to the joys of eating. They took their
+      food in their hands and swallowed it without even stopping to chew it.
+      Each man ate enough to satisfy a score of ordinary people, for African
+      kings are great eaters. The poor marionette tried to eat as much as the
+      others did. He felt that his reputation depended upon it. How he suffered!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At sunset, when all had satisfied their hunger, there was placed before
+      them a strange-looking affair with a long tube fastened to it. A
+      disagreeable smoke came out of it.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What new thing is this?” thought the marionette, but he did not say a
+      word, for by this time he had learned that an emperor must appear to know
+      everything.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The matter, however, was quickly made clear. The outfit was a huge pipe,
+      with a long mouthpiece. The master of ceremonies presented the mouthpiece
+      to the emperor and asked him to have the kindness to smoke.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What blockheads!” the marionette muttered to himself. “I never smoke
+      anything but the finest cigars!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Still, he considered it wise to make no objections. He puffed twice on the
+      pipe stem, and then passed it to the king that sat at his right hand.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The king drew a mouthful and then passed the pipe to his next neighbor.
+      Thus the pipe moved along in regular order until it came back to
+      Pinocchio. Poor Pinocchio! he was already feeling a little queer after his
+      first attempt, and did not enjoy the idea of smoking again; but he knew
+      that he must live up to the reputation of a great emperor. Accordingly he
+      bravely took the pipe and puffed half a dozen times.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Alas! It would have been better for him had he not tried it again! He was
+      wretchedly sick. His head swam dizzily, and the sweat stood out on his
+      forehead. He tried to hide his feelings by talking, but what he said was
+      sheer nonsense.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “When I was king in my own country, the Talking Cricket told me—because my
+      feet burned—that the alphabet had been swallowed by the cat—that was hung
+      to a tree by a dog—that was owned by the director of the circus.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He gazed around him, frightened at his own words, but he saw the flushed
+      faces of the people and heard them whisper: “The sea talks—” “The sun is
+      filled with stars—” “The tiger laughs—” “The summer is red—” and similar
+      phrases equally sensible.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What is the matter with everybody?” thought the marionette, as he looked
+      about, and saw one of the kings asleep on the ground beside him. Other
+      forms were stretched out around them. Even as he looked, Pinocchio the
+      First, Emperor and King of all Africa, fell over on his wooden nose, and
+      he too was soon fast asleep.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c35" id="c35"></a><img src="images/Page119.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio addresses his subjects" width="750" height="414" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXV<br /> PINOCCHIO MAKES HIS FIRST ADDRESS
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The next day was a splendid one. The sky was a clear blue, the earth was
+      green and fresh. Thousands upon thousands shouted with joy. Pinocchio was
+      to be crowned king and emperor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He had carefully prepared the royal address, and came proudly forward
+      mounted upon a large elephant, towering above his people. The trumpets
+      sounded, the drums beat, the children rolled on the ground. At a signal
+      from the master of ceremonies all was still. Even the birds ceased to
+      sing. A troop of monkeys, leaping about in the trees, paused to listen.
+      The emperor spoke as follows:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Ministers of Africa, officers of the army, chiefs and underchiefs,
+      servants and slaves, men, women, and children, all, beloved subjects,
+      listen to the voice of your emperor!”—and Pinocchio looked around at the
+      multitude.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “We, Pinocchio the First, speak to you, and bring to you the word of peace
+      and of love. A new day is about to open to you. Rejoice, O people! We have
+      concluded to bring happiness to every heart and riches to every home. We
+      shall not reveal all the plans which, in time, we hope to see carried out.
+      We shall begin very modestly. Our first gift to you, O people, is Time.
+      Time is very valuable. We have a great deal of it in store. Our kingdom is
+      rich in Time; therefore we have decreed to give each of you as much Time
+      as you want. How can we be more generous!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Behold the bright sun in the clear blue sky! There is not its equal
+      anywhere else in the world. Kings are proud of it. We, your emperor and
+      ruler, have decreed that every one of you, our faithful subjects, may
+      enjoy the sunlight free of any charge, without tax or duty. Can we be more
+      unselfish?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “You hear the song of the birds, the voices of the animals, the rustling
+      of the leaves in the wind! These also we give you to enjoy at your
+      leisure, and without expense.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There is one thing, however, that needs our special notice, and this we
+      shall now bring to your attention. Remember, we shall enforce with all our
+      power this law we are about to propose.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Here Pinocchio placed his hand upon his breast and looked toward the sky.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “We will never introduce into our kingdom that shameful system which
+      brings sorrow to many countries known to us. We speak of the horrible
+      scheme called Compulsory Education! What a disgrace it is, beloved
+      subjects, to see so many bright, intelligent children seated for hours and
+      hours before books which ruin their eyesight! The eye is a precious jewel,
+      and it is improved, not by books, but by looking here and there, above and
+      below, everywhere and anywhere, as the butterflies and the birds do. Let
+      us teach our children as nature teaches us. Let us burn our books and our
+      schools. Do not drive our dear little ones to silly words and cruel
+      numbers. It makes our heart bleed to see parents call their children from
+      some pleasant game and shut them up in ugly schoolrooms.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At this point Pinocchio was so moved that he had to stop. He looked around
+      at the many mothers, and saw them wipe the tears from their eyes. Proud of
+      the impression his words had made on these kind hearts, he went on in a
+      tone so pathetic that it touched even the elephant which carried him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page122.jpg" alt="Tears of graditude" width="547"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “These are gentle tears, dear subjects, and they show how noble are your
+      hearts. You love your children. We ourselves will never see them suffer.
+      No, a thousand times no! We are not so cruel as to tear you away from your
+      dear ones. They may continue to roll upon the grass, free as the birds
+      that fly. They are free to hunt for crickets, to steal birds’ nests, to
+      bite and to kick each other, to run and play in the fields and woods with
+      the monkeys.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “We consider these exercises very necessary, and whenever the grave
+      affairs of the state will permit we will visit you and encourage these
+      sports. You perceive that in this matter you owe much to your emperor, who
+      was made to go to school, and who saw the evils of education. Alas! too
+      many of his young companions were completely ruined so far as their eyes
+      and brains were concerned.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Officers and soldiers, ministers of the crown, beloved subjects, we,
+      Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King, ask you to shout with all the
+      breath in your lungs: ‘Down with Compulsory Education! Down with the
+      school!’ ”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A deafening roar, louder than thunder, arose from the people: “Down with
+      Compulsory Education! Down with the school!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This speech was followed by a review of the troops, which lasted till
+      night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Emperor Pinocchio, tired but satisfied, then returned in state to the
+      royal palace.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c36" id="c36"></a><img src="images/Page124.jpg"
+      alt="An emperor's life is easy" width="750" height="476" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXVI<br /> THE EMPEROR BECOMES AS BLACK AS A CROW
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      It was no easy matter to be an emperor. There was a great deal of work to
+      be done, and work was always tiresome to Pinocchio. Each day he must get
+      out of bed at a fixed hour, and allow himself to be washed and oiled. Then
+      came breakfast, and after that the ministers with the affairs of state.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      True, his work did not seem hard. He had only to say “Yes” or “No.” But in
+      the task of deciding whether it should be “Yes” or “No” lay the real
+      difficulty.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sometimes he would be left with only a few servants, among them some boys
+      to entertain him or to drive away the flies with big feather dusters,
+      which tickled his nose and made him sneeze. These were pleasant moments in
+      his life, but he was often bored, and being a cunning rogue he thought out
+      a plan by which once in a while he could be freed from care.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Among the boys at the court was one who resembled him in all things except
+      in the color of his skin. What had Pinocchio planned?
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      One day, while strolling through the woods near the capital, he called the
+      boy to him and taking his arm, said to him in a gentle voice, “Do you love
+      your emperor?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Is it necessary to ask, your majesty?” replied the boy, moved to tears at
+      such an honor.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “And should you like to do your emperor a favor?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty, to do you a service I would go at once, with only my
+      feather duster to protect me, and pinch a boa constrictor’s tongue!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good!” replied Pinocchio. “You are a fine lad, and you will become a
+      great man. But let us put aside boa constrictors for the time. I have
+      often been sad because I am not like my subjects. I should like to color
+      my skin so that it would be like a native’s, dear Marameho,—like yours.
+      You know how pleased the ministers would be.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty, it would be the brightest day of our lives!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good boy!” exclaimed the marionette. “If you always answer so well, I
+      promise you the place of keeper of the king’s treasures.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The boy’s eyes shone.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Well, can it be done?” asked the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Nothing more simple, your majesty,” replied Marameho. “I know of a plant,
+      the fruit of which will serve our purpose.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “When can we get this wonderful dye?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “To-day, if your majesty will permit me to absent myself for a short
+      time,” replied Marameho with great respect.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Go, go at once,” ordered the marionette, greatly delighted. “But wait;
+      there is something more. We are alone and may drop our titles. <i>Your
+      majesty, your highness</i>, weary me to death. Call me plain Pinocchio,
+      and I will call you my dear Marameho.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The poor boy was overcome with all this kindness, and planting a kiss upon
+      the point of his emperor’s nose, he vanished through the trees.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The next day a proclamation was made throughout the empire. His royal and
+      imperial highness had become as black as the blackest of his subjects.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ministers were joyous, and they celebrated this happy event with a
+      great feast. That day they did nothing but eat and dance.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page127.jpg" alt="Pinocchio becomes black" width="532"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      As a rule the emperor, of course, could not take part in such amusements.
+      It was his business to sit upon the throne while the ministers and the
+      people danced and played before him. This time, however, the ancient law
+      was broken. Pinocchio danced like a madman the entire night, while the
+      faithful Marameho, clothed in the emperor’s garments, sat upon the throne.
+      No one even dreamed of the exchange.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c37" id="c37"></a><img src="images/Page128.jpg" alt="The Hunters"
+      width="750" height="430" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXVII<br /> THE HIPPOPOTAMUS HUNT
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      The next day was set aside for a hunt in honor of the young emperor,
+      Pinocchio the First. He would have been content to stay home, but this
+      would have been taken as a grave insult to the people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      A herd of hippopotamuses had been discovered a few miles from the capital.
+      His ministers agreed that the emperor must go. There was nothing else for
+      him to do.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Besides, the hunt was for scientific purposes. As Pinocchio had made known
+      his views on schools, he could do no less than encourage this expedition,
+      which was the only educational training allowed in the country.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hunters, in fact, were persons of high rank, who spent their time in
+      searching for traces of wild animals. It seemed strange to Pinocchio that
+      these learned hunters did not study how to protect their animals, instead
+      of trying to kill them.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I suppose it is the custom of the country,” thought the marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Two hours before sunrise the leaders in the hunt, armed with bows, arrows,
+      and javelins, stood before the royal palace waiting for the emperor. He
+      was to ride on the back of a bull, which the prime minister held by a
+      rope.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      They were not kept waiting long. Pinocchio the First came forth with a
+      pleasant smile upon his lips. Inwardly, he was very angry, but little did
+      his faithful subjects suspect how he felt.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “A fine time for a king to rise!” he thought. “Am I or am I not emperor?
+      If I am emperor, I should sleep as long as I wish, eat what I please, and
+      do anything I like. It seems to me that I am the slave of my people rather
+      than their ruler. Wait, my dear subjects; I will soon prove to you what
+      stuff I am made of.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The people waited. The ministers explained to the emperor that he was to
+      ride on the bull.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “My dear subjects, have you lost your senses?” thought the marionette. “I
+      certainly will not ride on a bull. How long have bulls been used as
+      horses? This beast will hurl me into the first ditch we come to. A fine
+      regard you have for your emperor! I almost begin to believe that you want
+      to get rid of me and have another king.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      However, there was no way of escape, and he decided to do as he was told.
+      He leaped squarely upon the bull, and calmly sat there. The bull,
+      fortunately, did not move.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Good beast!” said Pinocchio, somewhat encouraged, as he gave the signal
+      to depart.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The sun was already up when they reached the river where the hunt was to
+      take place.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Hippopotamus hunting is a very dangerous sport, but it was one that the
+      people dearly loved.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Scouts were sent on ahead while the hunters crawled like snakes through
+      the high, thick grass. As they neared the river, they became very careful.
+      With their eyes fixed, their ears wide open, their spears firmly grasped,
+      they were ready to attack at any moment.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio pretended that he was suffering with a pain in the left foot,
+      and slowly dropped behind the others. He had never had any great liking
+      for the hunt. He felt annoyed that he should always have to do things that
+      he did not enjoy. He would have stayed where he was, but the prime
+      minister came along in search of him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Tired of the insolence of this man, the marionette thrust back his hat
+      with a bold sweep of his hand, as if to say, “Now I shall show you who I
+      am, and who I was.” Pinocchio then hastened toward the river, reaching the
+      bank at the very moment when the hunters had started a large hippopotamus
+      out of the weeds.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The huge animal tried to get away and made for the river.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Some one must jump into the water and kill it with the javelin,” said the
+      prime minister. Nobody stirred.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Suddenly a loud voice rang through the stillness:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I will go.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And Pinocchio, amid shouts of admiration and terror from his subjects,
+      dived into the river and swam toward the animal.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The hippopotamus scented the enemy and turned upon him, but the nimble
+      marionette, swimming around the great creature, grasped it by its short,
+      thick tail.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the beast felt itself gently pulled in this manner it began to turn
+      round and round like a dog chasing a troublesome fly.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This performance, which was both funny and terrible, lasted for fully five
+      minutes. During all that time Pinocchio did nothing but laugh. He did not
+      seem to realize what would happen to him if he were clutched by those
+      terrible jaws.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At length the animal, blind with rage, plunged below the surface of the
+      water, leaving the marionette and the others dumbfounded.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This adventure increased tenfold the admiration of the black hunters for
+      their emperor, although it was not wholly satisfactory to the chief cook
+      of the royal household, who had already planned a great dinner. But
+      Pinocchio quickly consoled him, assuring him that when it came to eating
+      the tongue and feet of a hippopotamus, the emperor would cheerfully forego
+      the pleasure.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page132.jpg" alt="Pinocchio battles the hippo"
+      width="732" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c38" id="c38"></a><img src="images/Page133.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio visits his subjects" width="750" height="446" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXVIII<br /> THE EMPEROR SURPRISES HIS SUBJECTS BY HIS WISDOM
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio’s power grew greater and greater. The courage shown by him in
+      the hand-to-hand fight with the hippopotamus had made a great impression
+      on the ministers.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The grand council, for instance, had assembled the high court of justice,
+      which was to try a large number of important cases. The very next morning
+      the wise and brave Pinocchio was urged to pass judgment upon the cases to
+      be presented that day.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio thought of playing the usual trick upon his ministers by placing
+      Marameho in his seat; but this was an important affair, and must be
+      attended to in person.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Dignitaries! chamberlains! ministers! royal judges! guards! To the
+      court!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The persons called came forward and knelt down to kiss the earth before
+      his majesty; then, rising, they all moved on to the court of justice.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Beneath a canopy of ostrich feathers, held aloft by a stately African,
+      walked Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all the African kings. He
+      was wrapped in a large green and red cloak covered with precious
+      stones,—that is to say, with bits of broken glass of all colors, and
+      shining pebbles collected with great labor from the rich mines of the
+      country.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The court was to sit in the open air. This greatly pleased Pinocchio, for
+      the day was very beautiful. When his majesty arrived all the great crowd
+      of people knelt and buried their heads in their hands. They did not rise
+      till the judges were comfortably seated on the bare ground.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At a signal from the emperor the first case was called. There appeared two
+      men, each with his head completely covered by a large bag which had in it
+      holes for eyes and mouth. The men bowed again and again to his highness
+      and to the court, scraping their noses along the ground. At last they
+      stood stiff and erect like posts.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The grand chamberlain made a sign to Pinocchio, and his majesty, turning
+      to one of the men, asked, “What brings you before the emperor’s court?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The person addressed twisted his whole body and sprinkled sand over his
+      head. Finally he said, “There was once—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “A king!” thought Pinocchio, “Is he going to tell a story? I, for one,
+      should be pleased. African stories must be amusing.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “There was once an old man—a kind old man—blacker than I am, who had many
+      sons, and I was one of them. For this reason, the old man, being my
+      father—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “He was his son. He reasons well,” thought the marionette, but he did not
+      move an eyelash, pretending to be all attention.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “For this reason, the old man, my father, sent me to tend his flocks. One
+      night I arrived at the brink of the river to water the flock. There I
+      discovered that a sheep was missing. I was heartbroken over this, and, not
+      wishing to return home without my little sheep, I searched everywhere, but
+      in vain. The sheep could not be found. I sat down and began to weep.
+      Behind me was a thick cane field. Upon a rock within the field was that
+      man, with a sheep between his knees. I rushed to the spot and shouted out
+      to him, ‘Why have you stolen my sheep?’ He appeared not to hear me. ‘Why
+      have you stolen my sheep?’ It was like talking to a stone. Blinded by
+      anger, I drew nearer. When he saw me approach he arose and ran away. I
+      hastened to my sheep and raised it from the ground, and then I saw—it
+      horrifies me to tell it—that what I held in my hand was only the sheep’s
+      coat. The robber had eaten the rest. My sheep! My poor little sheep! I
+      shall never see it again!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio was greatly touched by this pitiful tale. He had just opened his
+      mouth to pronounce a terrible sentence upon the thief, who was standing
+      motionless as a statue, when the minister whispered to him to listen to
+      the other side of the story. With an angry look Pinocchio ordered the
+      accused man to speak.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He started as if he had been roused from deep thought, gazed around, and
+      then said in a grave, slow voice, “The sun shines—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “What kind of speech is he going to make?” thought Pinocchio. “Is it
+      necessary for him to say that the sun shines?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      And as the rogue went on to speak of starry skies, blue waters, and things
+      of that sort, the marionette lost his patience and shouted, “But did you
+      or did you not eat the sheep?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty,” replied the man, “certainly I ate the sheep! Ask, however,
+      who, on the day before, ate three fingers from my left hand!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Your majesty, I was hungry—” groaned the shepherd. “I was very hungry.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio shuddered. “What kind of people are these? What sort of place
+      have I fallen into? Fortunately for me I am made of wood.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Meanwhile the two had lowered their heads, waiting for their sentence.
+      Pinocchio was too much shocked to say a word.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The grand chamberlain came to his aid and whispered something in his ear.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Speak!” replied the marionette, “I bid you speak, for whatever you do is
+      well done.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The minister was pleased at the faith his majesty had in him. He turned
+      his dark face toward the two offenders and said, “One sheep and three
+      fingers! You shall both be hanged.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Pinocchio, half-dazed, watched the minister.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Case followed case, and at the end of each one Pinocchio said to the
+      minister, “Act. I bid you act. What you do is always well done.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The minister knew so well how to act that on this one day there were
+      sentences amounting to five hundred years of imprisonment, and two hundred
+      years at hard labor, while a thousand prisoners were to be lashed, and one
+      hundred were condemned to die.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page138.jpg" alt="Justice had been done" width="646"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Justice had been done. The emperor Pinocchio was led back to the royal
+      palace amid the shouts of the people. He was declared to be the mildest,
+      the wisest, and the most just of all kings, past, present, and future.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c39" id="c39"></a><img src="images/Page139.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio watches the monkeys" width="750" height="438" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XXXIX<br /> PINOCCHIO TRAVELS THROUGH THE EMPIRE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      In order that his faithful subjects might behold their new sovereign,
+      Pinocchio the First resolved to make a tour of the villages of his vast
+      empire and see with his own eyes the needs of his people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The arrangements were made by the ministers of state. Messages were sent
+      to all the governors to make preparations for the event, to select
+      committees to meet the emperor, to provide entertainment, in short, to
+      have everything in readiness.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was a big task. The emperor, however, did not trouble himself about it.
+      He amused himself watching the crickets and the birds, laughing at the
+      antics of some little monkeys, and playing with his boy pages.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Sometimes he spoke of his past. He told his pages about his travels, his
+      struggles, his suffering. He told them how he had struggled with the waves
+      of a stormy sea, and about the fish from whose stomach he had rescued his
+      father Geppetto. He recalled his dear Fatina, that gentle and beautiful
+      lady with the blue hair, and, placing his hand upon his breast, took an
+      oath, as emperor and king, that he would have her come to Africa. That
+      thought made him happy, and he went on to describe the feast they would
+      have on her arrival. He had resolved to make her queen of one of his
+      states.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Marameho shared the joy of his emperor, but a cloud of sadness came over
+      his face when he heard him build these castles in the air, and make such
+      plans for the future. The poor boy had already seen too many changes to
+      believe that anything in the world would last long. He was aware that his
+      emperor was in grave danger, but he did not dare to warn him.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      However, events quickly ran their course. The preparations were completed,
+      and on a bright, sunny day, Pinocchio the First, Emperor and King of all
+      the African kings, took his place upon a litter made of branches, which
+      was borne aloft by four robust men. Following these came all the
+      ministers, and the day’s march was begun.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Wherever they went, there was loud applause for the emperor. The mothers
+      were pleased because their ruler had promised to stop compulsory
+      instruction. They expressed their thanks in flattering words, some of
+      which reached the emperor’s ears.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “How fine is that wooden head!” said one. “It is easy to see that he is a
+      king of great endurance! They say he can jump wonderfully—just like a
+      marionette!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Toward evening the tents were erected. In the largest of these Pinocchio
+      gave a supper to all the ministers,—a splendid supper which lasted till
+      late that night. A blazing fire protected the court against the attacks of
+      wild animals and the cold of the night.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The ministers retired about midnight. Pinocchio, left alone, began to walk
+      up and down in his tent, with his hands behind him and his head lowered.
+      He had seen at school a picture of the great Napoleon in the same
+      attitude.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He thought of his stay in Africa, and of the strange things which had
+      befallen him. He thought of the treasures he had not yet found. While
+      pondering on all these things he approached the entrance of the tent, and
+      in the faint light of the dying fire, he saw a group of men huddled
+      together. Drawing nearer, he heard them talking.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “If things go well, as I hope they will, we shall gather many presents,”
+      the prime minister was saying. “It cannot be denied that he is attractive,
+      and I am sure that all our people will vie with each other in making
+      gifts. Therefore, I entreat you to be patient. When the visit is ended we
+      will share what has been gathered.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      After a long silence, interrupted only by the roar of a lion prowling
+      about, the prime minister continued: “As for him, we will dispatch him in
+      the quickest way. If he were not of wood,” he added in a deep voice, “he
+      would be good roasted, but—”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then some one threw an armful of branches on the fire. The flames lit up
+      the tent, but Pinocchio saw and heard no more, for he had vanished out of
+      sight.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At dawn, notices were sent throughout the whole country that the emperor
+      had disappeared, and that there was no trace of him to be found!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The confusion was terrible. The people everywhere were aroused,—charges
+      were brought against the government. The matter became so serious that the
+      ministers were forced to flee.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Among those who escaped was the prime minister. He went into the forests
+      determined to find the emperor. Having strong legs and a keen nose, he was
+      well fitted to track any kind of animal, including a marionette.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page143.jpg" alt="The Emperor is gone" width="750"
+      height="421" />
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      In fact, after many hours of hard work, he beheld the emperor scampering
+      away from a herd of wild beasts. They evidently wanted to make a meal of
+      him. The court gentleman knew that these animals would soon give up the
+      chase, and was content to follow at a distance. After a while daylight
+      drove the beasts away, and the poor, tired emperor threw himself flat upon
+      the ground to regain his breath. Scarcely had he done so when a roaring
+      more terrible than that of wild beasts caused him to spring to his feet in
+      the vain hope of making his escape.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c40" id="c40"></a><img src="images/Page144.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio is captured" width="750" height="464" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XL<br /> PINOCCHIO IS PLACED IN A CAGE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      Alas! there was the prime minister. He had caught hold of the marionette
+      and tied a rope around his neck.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It would be impossible to describe the wrath of the poor emperor. He
+      wanted to say a few things and to do even more, but the cruel minister
+      struck him with a whip.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      This kind of argument convinced the emperor that it was best to remain
+      quiet.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That is how I like to see you,” said the minister, pushing Pinocchio
+      forward, and holding him by the rope as the farmers do their donkeys on
+      returning from market.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Thus they walked a great distance, until they came to the top of a hill
+      from which could be seen a large tract of country covered with huts. The
+      minister turned toward Pinocchio and spoke as follows: “My dear emperor,
+      we must decide upon some plan of action, if we do not wish to starve. You
+      see to what a miserable state we are reduced. We have no money, nor have
+      we any food; in short, if we do not earn something before night, we shall
+      not only be compelled to sleep in the open, but we shall go to bed
+      supperless. If you were not made of wood, things would not be so hopeless,
+      because I could eat you up and you would last some time. But since this is
+      impossible, I have resolved to carry you around the village and place you
+      on exhibition before the public. You will make money, do you understand?
+      Now be good enough to give me your aid. Help me to put together a cage
+      from the bark of these trees. We shall make money,—much money!” And the
+      minister rubbed his hands gleefully.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The marionette did not share in his joy. In fact, he was on the point of
+      showering bitter reproaches upon this unfaithful servant, who was now
+      going to exhibit him in the public squares, but he decided to wait for a
+      better opportunity. Accordingly, he began to strip the bark from the trees
+      without making any objection.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      When the cage was completed, the minister turned to the marionette and
+      said: “Enter. From now on, there shall be no more talk of emperor. I am
+      your master, and you are my faithful slave.—Forward, march!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The command had been given in a way which made its repetition unnecessary,
+      and Pinocchio knew that he must obey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page146.jpg" alt="Pinocchio is placed in a cage"
+      width="532" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c41" id="c41"></a><img src="images/Page147.jpg"
+      alt="People come to see Pinocchio perform" width="750" height="292" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XLI<br /> PINOCCHIO PERFORMS FOR THE PUBLIC
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      With the cage on his head the ex-minister walked into the village,
+      whistling as he went to attract the attention of the people.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <i>“P-r-r-p, p-r-r-p, p-r-r-p!”</i>
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It was a holiday, and the people flocked around him. Everybody wanted to
+      see, everybody wanted to admire the rare animal in the cage. Shouts of
+      wonder burst forth on all sides.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It is easy to fancy how Pinocchio felt! He longed to be a cricket, or a
+      mouse, so that he might hide in some hole. How he wished that he were a
+      butterfly or a bird and could fly to his home!
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He stood there, huddled up in one corner of the cage, trying to present as
+      little of his body as possible to the eager eyes of the crowd. He prayed
+      for aid with all his heart. It was useless. The cruel master saw that the
+      square was filled with people, eager to look at the marionette. He opened
+      the cage, and when Pinocchio stepped out he made him run around in circles
+      like a monkey.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      Then the minister addressed the people:
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Africans of Africa! What you see here is not, as you believe, an animal;
+      at least, it is not a wild animal. It is a boy. He is like many other boys
+      that are to be found in certain parts of the earth. How he happened to
+      fall into my hands would be too long a story. When I tell you about his
+      habits and his mode of living, you will be able to judge for yourselves
+      how strange a creature he is. Just think, on arising in the morning, he
+      wants to wash his face, neck, and hands,—and with what? Water!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At these words, a murmur of surprise arose from the spectators, and some
+      of the people laughed outright.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “That is not all,” he continued. “When he has washed himself, he passes
+      through his hair an object, made of bone, that has long, pointed teeth. Do
+      you understand his purpose?”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The mothers looked at one another, and some of them touched the woolly
+      hair of their children, glad that their little ones did not have to
+      undergo such hardships.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “Nor is that all. You must know that when he wishes to blow his nose, he
+      takes from his pocket a piece of linen, called a handkerchief, and blows
+      his nose upon that.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      An outburst of laughter greeted these words and completely drowned the
+      voice of the speaker.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “But there is more, my people! This individual possesses the ability to
+      eat raw butter, yet his meat must be cooked. He takes porridge with a
+      spoon and caries it to his mouth. He is even stupid enough to cut bread
+      with a weapon called a knife.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The astonishment was great! When it had subsided a little there was a rush
+      to the huts. The people came out carrying water, raw meat, and butter. One
+      brought a chicken, which the minister immediately killed and cooked.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At the word of command, Pinocchio washed his hands, neck, and face. This
+      the marionette did willingly, for he felt the need of it. Then the broiled
+      chicken was given to him. Pinocchio, to the delight of all, cut off one of
+      the legs with his knife, and having spread it with pieces of butter,
+      proceeded to eat it with evident relish.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      The women then wished to see him comb his hair. Pinocchio, who had no
+      comb, passed his fingers through his tangled locks, and finally succeeded
+      in parting them. Then he drew a handkerchief from his pocket and blew his
+      nose. The children shouted with glee, and even the parents could not help
+      laughing at the queer things the marionette did.
+    </p>
+    <hr />
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      &nbsp;
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <a name="c42" id="c42"></a><img src="images/Page150.jpg"
+      alt="Pinocchio in the cage" width="701" height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      CHAPTER XLII<br /> PINOCCHIO BREAKS THE CAGE AND MAKES HIS ESCAPE
+    </h2>
+    <p>
+      For the next few days the poor Emperor and King of all African kings was
+      compelled to exhibit himself, and to repeat his performances before
+      thousands of eyes eager to see his strange accomplishments. He was
+      compelled from morning till night to hear the insults of the boys and the
+      laughter of the men. All this made him very miserable.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      What annoyed him most was the warning he received not to refuse to eat
+      whenever food was brought to him. “That is what the monkeys and the
+      elephants do,” said the marionette sorrowfully, recalling what he and his
+      school companions had seen when they went to the circus.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      It is unnecessary to say that he thought of his father, of his dear
+      Fatina, and of his home. They were constantly in his mind. Slowly, slowly
+      it dawned upon him that this way of living could no longer be endured, and
+      finally he was convinced that if he did not soon see his little home, if
+      he did not soon eat the hard, black crust given him by the loving hands of
+      his father, if he did not soon drink the water from his own well, he
+      should die of a broken heart.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “My home, my home!” he cried, the tears rolling down his cheeks. “Home, my
+      home!” he repeated, no longer thinking of the gold and silver for which he
+      had come to Africa.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      “I want to see my father again.” And then he stood erect in his cage. His
+      head went through the top of it and the side fell apart. Away he leaped
+      over the heads of the crowd,—away like lightning! Out of the village,
+      across the plains, beyond the hills! Compared with him, the swift south
+      wind would have seemed no faster than a snail.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      He ran and ran and ran. Nor did he make an end of running until he reached
+      the wide waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      There he stopped. He looked back at Africa, the land of all his empty
+      dreams; then flinging himself into the water, he said aloud, “I will
+      return when I have a little more sense.”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      At that moment a familiar voice shouted to him: “Good Pinocchio! Hurrah
+      for Pinocchio!”
+    </p>
+    <p>
+      <img src="images/Page152.jpg" alt="Pinocchio returns home" width="533"
+      height="550" />
+    </p>
+    <h2>
+      THE END
+    </h2>
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author	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:25:22 -0700
committer	Roger Frank <rfrank@pglaf.org>	2025-10-15 05:25:22 -0700
commit	118307e8bb1374ab702c0719cc840bacc4b9535d (patch)
tree	11eca814295a1564682cd0a4cee81628cf459fd8 /5327-h