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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
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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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+
+PINOCCHIO IN AFRICA
+
+Translated from the Italian
+of Cherubini by
+Angelo Patri
+Principal of Public School No. 4
+Borough of Bronx
+New York City
+
+Original Drawings by
+Charles Copeland
+
+Ginn and Company
+Boston · New York · Chicago · London
+
+Copyright, 1911, by Angelo Patri
+All Rights Reserved
+811.4
+
+The Athenaum Press
+Ginn and Company Proprietors
+Boston · U.S.A.
+
+CONTENTS
+
+CHAPTER
+
+I Why Pinocchio Did Not Go To School
+II Pinocchio Assists In Welcoming The Circus
+III Pinocchio Among The Wild Animals
+IV Pinocchio Makes Friends With The Wild Animals
+V Pinocchio Determines To Go To Africa
+VI Pinocchio In Doubt
+VII He Bids Good-By To The Animals
+VIII Pinocchio Does Not Sleep
+IX Pinocchio Eats Dates
+X Pinocchio Lands On A Rock
+XI The First Night In Africa
+XII Pinocchio Is Well Received
+XIII Pinocchio Is Arrested
+XIV Pinocchio's Father
+XV Pinocchio Sells Drinking Water
+XVI A Ride On A Dog's Back
+XVII The Cave
+XVIII The Caravan
+XIX The Baby Pulls His Nose
+XX Pinocchio Travels With The Caravan
+XXI He Is Offered For Sale
+XXII The Bird In The Forest
+XXIII His Adventure With A Lion
+XXIV Pinocchio Is Brought Before The King
+XXV The Monkeys Stone The Marionette
+XXVI Pinocchio Dreams Again
+XXVII Pinocchio Is Carried Away In An Eggshell
+XXVIII Pinocchio Escapes Again
+XXIX Pinocchio Is Swallowed By A Crocodile
+XXX Pinocchio Is Made Emperor
+XXXI His First Night As Emperor
+XXXII He Sends For The Royal Doctor
+XXXIII An Old Story
+XXXIV His Duties As Emperor
+XXXV Pinocchio Makes His First Address
+XXXVI The Emperor Becomes As Black As A Crow
+XXXVII The Hippopotamus Hunt
+XXXVIII The Emperor Surprises His Subjects By His Wisdom
+XXXIX Pinocchio Travels Through The Empire
+XL Pinocchio Is Placed In A Cage
+XLI Pinocchio Performs For The Public
+XLII Pinocchio Breaks The Cage And Makes His Escape
+
+PREFACE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER I
+WHY PINOCCHIO DID NOT GO TO SCHOOL
+
+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.
+
+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.’
+
+“Roaming, nibbling.—The teacher says this is beautiful language. Maybe
+it is; I have nothing to say about that. Well, one more.
+
+“‘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!
+
+“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.
+
+“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!
+
+“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.”
+
+No sooner said than done. Pinocchio went out into the street and filled
+his lungs with the fresh morning air.
+
+“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.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+It may seem odd, but it is a fact that the school bell began to ring
+and Pinocchio never heard it!
+
+CHAPTER II
+PINOCCHIO ASSISTS IN WELCOMING THE CIRCUS
+
+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.
+
+Suddenly there was a loud command. All was still.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER III
+PINOCCHIO AMONG THE WILD ANIMALS
+
+“Ladies and gentlemen! kind and gentle people! citizens of a great
+town! officers and soldiers! I wish you all peace, health, and plenty.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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—”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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?”
+
+“For pity’s sake, Mr. Elephant!” said poor Pinocchio.
+
+“There are no elephants here.”
+
+“Pardon, Sir Lion.”
+
+“There are no lions here.”
+
+“Excuse me, Mr. Tiger.”
+
+“There are no tigers.”
+
+“Mr. Monkey?”
+
+“No Monkeys.
+
+“Men?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“But the elephants, where are they?”
+
+“In Africa.”
+
+“And the lions?”
+
+“In Africa.”
+
+“And the tigers and the monkeys?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“I cannot read in the dark,” replied Pinocchio, trembling from head to
+foot; “I am no cat.”
+
+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.”
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER IV
+PINOCCHIO MAKES FRIENDS WITH THE WILD ANIMALS
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+Again the director raised his voice: “Come forward, come forward,
+ladies and gentlemen! two francs; children only one franc.”
+
+The music started: Boom! Boom! Boom! Par-ap’-ap’-pa! Boom! Boom! Boom!
+Par-ap’ ap’ ap’ pa! parap’ ap’ ap’ pa!
+
+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—”
+
+“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.”
+
+“But I should be hard to digest,” said the marionette.
+
+“Boy, be careful how you talk,” exclaimed the same voice.
+
+“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.”
+
+“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.”
+
+“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.
+
+“Good boy, good marionette!” said the men as they passed the bucket
+from one to another.
+
+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.
+
+When he returned they flattered him so cleverly with praise and thanks
+that a strong friendship sprang up between Pinocchio and the wild
+beasts.
+
+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.
+
+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?”
+
+“Yes, I am an African, and all my companions are African.”
+
+“How interesting! but pardon me, is Africa a beautiful country?”
+
+“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—”
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER V
+PINOCCHIO DETERMINES TO GO TO AFRICA
+
+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.
+
+“And the director is an African also?”
+
+“Certainly he is an African.”
+
+“And is he very rich?”
+
+“Is he rich? Take my word for it that if he would, he could buy up this
+whole country.”
+
+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.”
+
+“With us? We are not going to Africa.”
+
+“What a pity! I thought I could make the journey in your company.”
+
+“Are you in earnest?” asked the bearded man. “Do you believe that there
+is any Africa outside this tent?”
+
+“Tent or no tent, I have decided to go to Africa, and I shall go,”
+boldly replied the marionette.
+
+“I like that youngster,” said the man who played the part of a
+crocodile. “That boy will make his fortune someday.”
+
+“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?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“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.”
+
+“On what steamship?”
+
+“What did you say?” asked Pinocchio.
+
+“On what steamship do you sail?”
+
+“Sail! I am going on foot.”
+
+At these words everybody laughed.
+
+“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.”
+
+“But it is necessary to cross the Mediterranean Sea.”
+
+“It will be crossed.”
+
+“On foot?”
+
+“Either on foot or on horseback, it matters little. But pardon me,
+after crossing the Mediterranean Sea, do you reach Africa?”
+
+“Certainly, unless you wish to go by way of the Red Sea.”
+
+“The Red Sea? No, truly!”
+
+“Perhaps the route over the Red Sea would be better.”
+
+“I do not wish to go near the Red Sea.”
+
+“And why?” asked the wolf man, who up to this time had not opened his
+mouth.
+
+“Why? Why? Because I do not wish to get my clothes dyed; do you
+understand?”
+
+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.
+
+“Farewell, farewell, marionette!”
+
+“Farewell, you impolite beasts!” Pinocchio wanted to call out, but he
+did not.
+
+“Come back!” cried the bearded man; “here is the bucket; please fill it
+once more, for I am still thirsty.”
+
+CHAPTER VI
+PINOCCHIO IN DOUBT
+
+Pinocchio went away very angry, vowing that he would avenge himself on
+all who had laughed at him.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+He approached the fountain, filled the bucket, and ran down the road.
+
+“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.”
+
+“Good marionette,” said the beasts, “thank you!”
+
+“Don’t mention it,” replied Pinocchio, very happy.
+
+“Why will you not come in?”
+
+“It is impossible, thank you. I must go to school.”
+
+“Then you are not going to Africa?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“Excellent marionette, you will become famous.”
+
+“What agreeable people!” thought Pinocchio. “I am sorry to leave them.”
+
+“So you really will not come in?”
+
+“No, I have said so before. I must go to school first, and then—”
+
+“But it seems to me rather late for school,” said the crocodile man.
+
+“That is true; it is too late for school,” replied Pinocchio.
+
+“Well, then, stay a little longer with us, and later you can go home to
+your father.”
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER VII
+HE BIDS GOOD-BY TO THE ANIMALS
+
+The show had begun. The director was explaining to the people the
+wonders of his menagerie.
+
+“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.”
+
+The people began to look at one another.
+
+“Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us go on to the next one.”
+
+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.”
+
+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!
+
+In the cage where Pinocchio was, there was no confusion, and the
+conversation between the marionette and the wild beasts went on without
+stopping.
+
+“When do you leave for Africa?” Pinocchio was asked.
+
+“Have I not told you? To-morrow morning at daybreak, even if it rains.”
+
+“Excellent! But you must carry with you several things which you may
+need.”
+
+“And those are—?”
+
+“First of all you will need plenty of money.”
+
+“That is not lacking,” said Pinocchio in his usual airy way.
+
+“Good! Then you should get a rifle.”
+
+“What for?”
+
+“To defend yourself against the wild animals.”
+
+“Come, come! You don’t want me to believe that! I have seen what the
+wild animals of Africa are!”
+
+“Be careful, marionette. Take a good rifle with you, for one never
+knows what will happen in Africa.”
+
+“But I do not know how to load one.”
+
+“Well, then, stay at home. It is folly for you to begin such an
+undertaking without arms and without knowing how to use them.”
+
+“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.”
+
+“Take care, marionette; you may be sorry.”
+
+“Nevertheless I shall go.”
+
+“You may find things very unpleasant.”
+
+“It is for that very reason that I am going.”
+
+“You may never return.”
+
+“The good Fairy will protect me.”
+
+“Who is the Fairy?”
+
+“How many things you want to know! If you are in need of nothing else,
+I will bid you all good-by!”
+
+“Farewell, marionette.”
+
+“Till we meet again.”
+
+“Good-by, blockhead.”
+
+“Don’t be rude! said Pinocchio, greatly vexed, and out he went.
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+PINOCCHIO DOES NOT SLEEP
+
+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.
+
+That night Pinocchio found a better meal than usual.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+Having made this sensible decision, the marionette started for home
+with the idea of studying his lessons and of going to school.
+
+CHAPTER IX
+PINOCCHIO EATS DATES
+
+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.
+
+“Dates! dates! fresh dates! sweet dates! real African dates!” came the
+cry.
+
+“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.
+
+“Thank you,” she said with a smile. “Keep it yourself; you have earned
+it.”
+
+The man with the cart went on, “Dates! dates! fresh dates! sweet dates!
+real African dates!”
+
+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!
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+As he neared the water he heard a voice call, “Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+
+The marionette stopped and looked around, but seeing no one, he went
+on.
+
+“Pinocchio! Pinocchio! Be careful! You know not what you do!”
+
+“Farewell and many thanks,” answered the stubborn marionette, and
+forthwith stepped into the sea.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER X
+PINOCCHIO LANDS ON A ROCK
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+Then, as he noticed a large rock standing out of the water, he cried
+joyously; “I have arrived! I am in Africa!”
+
+He got up on his feet and began to feel of himself all over,—his ribs,
+his stomach, his legs. Everything was in order.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+With that, he lay down and went off in to a deep slumber.
+
+When he awoke it was daylight. The sun shone red and hot. There was
+nothing to be seen but rocks and water.
+
+“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.
+
+The sun disappeared.
+
+“This is funny!” said Pinocchio. “What jokes the sun plays in these
+parts! It shines for a while and then disappears.”
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XI
+THE FIRST NIGHT IN AFRICA
+
+“And now I must pass another night here alone on these bare rocks!” he
+thought.
+
+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.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+“What in the world is this? Who is carrying those lanterns?” asked
+Pinocchio, continuing to sob.
+
+As if in answer to his questions, two lights came down the rocky coast
+and drew nearer to him.
+
+Along with the lights came the howls, which sounded like those he had
+heard at the circus, only more natural and terrible.
+
+“I hope this will end well,” the marionette said to himself, “but I
+have some doubt about it.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+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.”
+
+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.
+
+What an easy thing life is to a wooden marionette!
+
+CHAPTER XII
+PINOCCHIO IS WELL RECEIVED
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+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.”
+
+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!”
+
+“Well, this is strange!” said the marionette to himself. “I am known
+even in Africa. Surely I am a great person.”
+
+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:
+
+MARIONETTES SERVED HERE.
+
+“This is what I have been looking for,” said Pinocchio, and he went in.
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Having finished his meal, the marionette asked for something to drink.
+
+“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.
+
+“Nectar, your excellency.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“What is this?” asked the marionette.
+
+“The bill, your excellency; the amount of your debt for the dinner.”
+
+Pinocchio stroked his wooden chin and looked at the innkeeper in
+surprise.
+
+“Is there anything astonishing about that, your excellence? Is it not
+usual in your country to pay for what you eat?”
+
+“It is amazing! I do not know what you mean! What strange custom is
+this that you speak of?”
+
+“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!”
+
+So saying, the man stepped out of the door, uttered a curious sound,
+and then returned.
+
+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.”
+
+“What is done?” asked the marionette.
+
+“I have sent for the police.”
+
+“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.”
+
+All this was useless talk. Two black policemen were already there.
+Straight toward the marionette they went and asked his name.
+
+“Pinocchio,” he answered in a faint voice.
+
+“What is your business?”
+
+“I am a marionette.”
+
+“Why have you come to Africa?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“What kind of talk is this?” asked the elder of the two policemen. “No
+nonsense! Show us your papers.”
+
+“What papers! I left all I had at school.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+PINOCCHIO’S FATHER
+
+Pinocchio blushed with shame.
+
+“Then you are the marionette Pinocchio?”
+
+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.
+
+“I am pleased,” continued the man; “I am very much pleased, because I
+knew your father.”
+
+“You knew my father?” exclaimed the marionette.
+
+“Certainly I knew him! I was a servant in his house before you were
+born.”
+
+“In my house as a servant? When has father Geppetto had servants?”
+asked the marionette, his eyes wide with surprise.
+
+“But who said Geppetto? Geppetto is not your father’s name.”
+
+“Oh, indeed! Well, then, what is his name?”
+
+“Your father’s name is not Geppetto, but Collodi. A wonderful man, my
+boy.”
+
+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.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XV
+PINOCCHIO SELLS DRINKING WATER
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+The bag was soon strapped on his shoulders and the marionette was shown
+the door. “Remember,” said his master, “a cent a glass!”
+
+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.
+
+Pinocchio walked on. He was soon among a hurrying crowd of people. “Can
+this be Egypt in Africa? I have read about it often.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XVI
+A RIDE ON A DOG’S BACK
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.”
+
+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!”
+
+“Farewell to the world and to Africa,” said the marionette. “Wooden
+marionettes will never learn. Here I shall stay forever. It serves me
+right.”
+
+CHAPTER XVII
+THE CAVE
+
+“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.
+
+“I don’t want to die here,” he said. “I must get up and walk.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XVIII
+THE CARAVAN
+
+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.
+
+“Am I dreaming?” he said to himself.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+As he spoke the marionette started forward, walking rapidly in the hot
+sun.
+
+CHAPTER XIX
+THE BABY PULLS HIS NOSE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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?”
+
+The old man’s answer came in a volume of smoke.
+
+“Ask the sun, my boy. He will tell you.”
+
+“Thank you!” said Pinocchio, a little taken aback by this reception,
+and he moved on toward a woman with a baby on her shoulders.
+
+“Madam, will you please tell me if I am on the right road to—”
+
+“The world is wide,” broke in the woman.
+
+“And long too,” thought the marionette. “How polite these Africans
+are!”
+
+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.
+
+He was about to go on when the baby began to wave its arms, and to
+shout, “I want it! I want it!”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?”
+
+“Who told me? He who knows told me!”
+
+“But are you sure that he did not wish to deceive you?”
+
+“Deceive me?” 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.”
+
+“Very well,” replied the old man, “let us travel together, for we also
+are in search of gold and precious stones.”
+
+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.”
+
+CHAPTER XX
+PINOCCHIO TRAVELS WITH THE CARAVAN
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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!
+
+“Well!” he thought, “if it has not grown longer this time, it will
+never grow again, no matter how many lies I tell.”
+
+CHAPTER XXI
+HE IS OFFERED FOR SALE
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Then the men lowered their voices, and the marionette only now and then
+caught some stray words.
+
+“How much do you want?”
+
+“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.”
+
+“It is too much. It is too much,” replied one.
+
+“They are bargaining for the donkey,” said Pinocchio, and he felt sorry
+for the poor beast.
+
+“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.”
+
+“It is too much. It is too much,” the men were saying.
+
+“Yes, yes, all you say is very true,” spoke one in a high voice, “but,
+after all, he is made of wood.”
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.”
+
+“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.”
+
+Pinocchio was thunderstruck! It was he and not the donkey that had been
+sold.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XXII
+THE BIRD IN THE FOREST
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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?”
+
+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.
+
+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.”
+
+While the hungry marionette was giving himself up to this thought, the
+bird began to sing,
+
+“Pinocchio, my dear,
+If you would honey eat,
+Come closer to me here,
+And you will find a treat.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“This time at least I shall not die of hunger.”
+
+CHAPTER XXIII
+HIS ADVENTURE WITH A LION
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+“Dear lion,” pleaded Pinocchio, “have pity on a poor orphan lad who is
+nearly starving!”
+
+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.”
+
+“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.”
+
+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?”
+
+“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.”
+
+The lion did not move.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+Then the marionette raised his hand to ask permission to speak. It
+would have been better had he kept still.
+
+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!”
+
+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.
+
+“What an obstinate beast!” he muttered. “How stupid he is to wait
+there! There is enough room in the forest for us both.”
+
+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.
+
+“Eat! eat!” said the honey. “Come! come!” said the shade.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XXIV
+PINOCCHIO IS BROUGHT BEFORE THE KING
+
+Pinocchio had slept for hours when he was aroused by strange sounds.
+Were these the voices of human beings.
+
+“Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff!”
+
+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.
+
+“What do these ugly people want of me?” he asked himself, as he lay
+there perfectly still.
+
+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.
+
+“This is not so bad,” thought the marionette.
+
+After a time his bearers laid him gently upon the ground and commenced
+to examine him. Pinocchio decided to make believe he was dead.
+
+For that reason he kept his eyes shut tightly and lay still.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.”
+
+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!”
+
+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.
+
+The bearers advanced, took the marionette by the shoulders, and rolled
+him over.
+
+“Easy! easy! this bed is not too soft,” Pinocchio said to himself.
+
+A second examination followed, and then another command, “Roll him over
+again!”
+
+“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!”
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+“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.
+
+“Your majesty,” continued the cook, “this little animal is dead,
+because if it were not dead—”
+
+“It would be alive,” Pinocchio muttered. “What a beast! How stupid!”
+
+“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.”
+
+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!”
+
+His majesty then commanded that as the animal was not good to eat it
+should be buried.
+
+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.
+
+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!”
+
+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.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+“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!”
+
+Pinocchio, you lazy dreamer, are you never going to learn wisdom? Only
+a blockhead like you could be so foolish. A wooden emperor, indeed!
+
+CHAPTER XXV
+THE MONKEYS STONE THE MARIONETTE
+
+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.
+
+“This is pleasant!” exclaimed the marionette. “Have those pebbles
+fallen from the sky?” And he started to go on his way.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“I hope I shall get through this safely!” thought Pinocchio. He raised
+his stick and threatened the whole army of monkeys.
+
+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.
+
+“Arms rest!” cried Pinocchio.
+
+All the monkeys, imitating the marionette, lowered their sticks in
+perfect order, just as soldiers do at the officer’s command.
+
+“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.
+
+The monkeys looked straight at him, standing erect and in line waiting
+for further orders.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XXVI
+PINOCCHIO DREAMS AGAIN
+
+“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.”
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+“Hello there!” he said in a low voice. No one answered.
+
+“Hello there!” repeated the marionette a little louder. But there was
+no answer.
+
+“They are deaf, or asleep, or dead!” concluded the marionette, after
+calling out at the top of his voice again and again.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“You will never tell any more lies!” the ants seemed to say.
+
+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.
+
+“Thanks to my strong constitution.” thought the marionette, “I am as
+good as new.”
+
+CHAPTER XXVII
+PINOCCHIO IS CARRIED AWAY IN AN EGGSHELL
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+Pinocchio walked along fearlessly, caring little for what went on
+around him, and thinking only of the treasures for which he was
+seeking.
+
+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.
+
+Curious to see whether or not he could lift one, Pinocchio approached
+the nest. Just then he heard a frightful noise behind him.
+
+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?
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXVIII
+PINOCCHIO ESCAPES AGAIN
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“May you die of laughing, you villain!” he cried as he ran.
+
+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!”
+
+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.
+
+“Tit for tat,” Pinocchio shouted after him, and went on up the hill.
+
+CHAPTER XXIX
+PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY A CROCODILE
+
+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.
+
+“At any rate,” he said, “I shall at least be able to wash myself;” and
+he turned his footsteps toward the water.
+
+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.
+
+As he started toward the water a voice cried, “Pinocchio! Pinocchio!”
+
+“Oh, let Pinocchio alone!” the marionette said, and leaped into the
+air.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+The poor creature became thoroughly exhausted, and fairly wept with
+anger and fright, but the strange voice went on without ceasing.
+
+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.
+
+“Pleasant trip home! Remember me to everybody!” cried Pinocchio as he
+leaped about joyously.
+
+CHAPTER XXX
+PINOCCHIO IS MADE EMPEROR
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+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?”
+
+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!”
+
+“Pinocchio!” answered the marionette.
+
+“Yah! Yah! Yah!”
+
+“Pinocchio!” the boy repeated. “Are you deaf?”
+
+Then they began to shout in chorus: “Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff!
+Uff!”
+
+And Pinocchio replied: “Yah! Yah! Hoi! Hoi! Uff! Uff! Uff!”
+
+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!”
+
+Pinocchio had never dreamed of such a welcome.
+
+“Long live Pinocchio!”
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+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!”
+
+“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.”
+
+CHAPTER XXXI
+HIS FIRST NIGHT AS EMPEROR
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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!
+
+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.”
+
+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.
+
+“Buzz! buzz! buzz!”
+
+The place swarmed with flies.
+
+“Zz! zz! Zeeee, zeeee, zmm, zmmm!”
+
+Out in the night frogs croaked, birds cried, wild animals howled.
+
+“What a place to sleep in!” whined the poor emperor, flinging himself
+about on his hard bed.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXII
+HE SENDS FOR THE ROYAL DOCTOR
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“To make you clean, your majesty,” answered the servants, very
+respectfully.
+
+“Fine cleaning!” thought the marionette. “How are my face and hands to
+get washed this morning? Never mind. Let us see what comes next.”
+
+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.
+
+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!”
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXIII
+AN OLD STORY
+
+The grand chamberlain was announced.
+
+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.
+
+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.”
+
+“What lessons?” said the marionette, feeling a chill creep down his
+back.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.”
+
+The grand chamberlain made a profound bow and went out.
+
+The servants went away also, and Pinocchio, finding himself alone,
+jumped about in great glee.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+“I shall make pockets as soon as I have time,” he said, and striking
+the pan, ordered the servants to bring in his breakfast.
+
+CHAPTER XXXIV
+HIS DUTIES AS EMPEROR
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+They bowed to the ground very respectfully, and then each in turn
+slapped Pinocchio in the face.
+
+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.
+
+“When in Rome, do as the Romans do,” thought Pinocchio, and he smiled
+at the visitors.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+“What blockheads!” the marionette muttered to himself. “I never smoke
+anything but the finest cigars!”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXV
+PINOCCHIO MAKES HIS FIRST ADDRESS
+
+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.
+
+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:
+
+“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.
+
+“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!
+
+“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?
+
+“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.
+
+“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.”
+
+Here Pinocchio placed his hand upon his breast and looked toward the
+sky.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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!’ ”
+
+A deafening roar, louder than thunder, arose from the people: “Down
+with Compulsory Education! Down with the school!”
+
+This speech was followed by a review of the troops, which lasted till
+night.
+
+Emperor Pinocchio, tired but satisfied, then returned in state to the
+royal palace.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVI
+THE EMPEROR BECOMES AS BLACK AS A CROW
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?
+
+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?”
+
+“Is it necessary to ask, your majesty?” replied the boy, moved to tears
+at such an honor.
+
+“And should you like to do your emperor a favor?”
+
+“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!”
+
+“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.”
+
+“Your majesty, it would be the brightest day of our lives!”
+
+“Good boy!” exclaimed the marionette. “If you always answer so well, I
+promise you the place of keeper of the king’s treasures.”
+
+The boy’s eyes shone.
+
+“Well, can it be done?” asked the marionette.
+
+“Nothing more simple, your majesty,” replied Marameho. “I know of a
+plant, the fruit of which will serve our purpose.”
+
+“When can we get this wonderful dye?”
+
+“To-day, if your majesty will permit me to absent myself for a short
+time,” replied Marameho with great respect.
+
+“Go, go at once,” ordered the marionette, greatly delighted. “But wait;
+there is something more. We are alone and may drop our titles. Your
+majesty, your highness, weary me to death. Call me plain Pinocchio, and
+I will call you my dear Marameho.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+The ministers were joyous, and they celebrated this happy event with a
+great feast. That day they did nothing but eat and dance.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVII
+THE HIPPOPOTAMUS HUNT
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“I suppose it is the custom of the country,” thought the marionette.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+The people waited. The ministers explained to the emperor that he was
+to ride on the bull.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+“Good beast!” said Pinocchio, somewhat encouraged, as he gave the
+signal to depart.
+
+The sun was already up when they reached the river where the hunt was
+to take place.
+
+Hippopotamus hunting is a very dangerous sport, but it was one that the
+people dearly loved.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+The huge animal tried to get away and made for the river.
+
+“Some one must jump into the water and kill it with the javelin,” said
+the prime minister. Nobody stirred.
+
+Suddenly a loud voice rang through the stillness:
+
+“I will go.”
+
+And Pinocchio, amid shouts of admiration and terror from his subjects,
+dived into the river and swam toward the animal.
+
+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.
+
+When the beast felt itself gently pulled in this manner it began to
+turn round and round like a dog chasing a troublesome fly.
+
+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.
+
+At length the animal, blind with rage, plunged below the surface of the
+water, leaving the marionette and the others dumbfounded.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXVIII
+THE EMPEROR SURPRISES HIS SUBJECTS BY HIS WISDOM
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“Dignitaries! chamberlains! ministers! royal judges! guards! To the
+court!”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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?”
+
+The person addressed twisted his whole body and sprinkled sand over his
+head. Finally he said, “There was once—”
+
+“A king!” thought Pinocchio, “Is he going to tell a story? I, for one,
+should be pleased. African stories must be amusing.”
+
+“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—”
+
+“He was his son. He reasons well,” thought the marionette, but he did
+not move an eyelash, pretending to be all attention.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+He started as if he had been roused from deep thought, gazed around,
+and then said in a grave, slow voice, “The sun shines—”
+
+“What kind of speech is he going to make?” thought Pinocchio. “Is it
+necessary for him to say that the sun shines?”
+
+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?”
+
+“Your majesty,” replied the man, “certainly I ate the sheep! Ask,
+however, who, on the day before, ate three fingers from my left hand!”
+
+“Your majesty, I was hungry—” groaned the shepherd. “I was very
+hungry.”
+
+Pinocchio shuddered. “What kind of people are these? What sort of place
+have I fallen into? Fortunately for me I am made of wood.”
+
+Meanwhile the two had lowered their heads, waiting for their sentence.
+Pinocchio was too much shocked to say a word.
+
+The grand chamberlain came to his aid and whispered something in his
+ear.
+
+“Speak!” replied the marionette, “I bid you speak, for whatever you do
+is well done.”
+
+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.”
+
+Pinocchio, half-dazed, watched the minister.
+
+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.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XXXIX
+PINOCCHIO TRAVELS THROUGH THE EMPIRE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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!”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+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—”
+
+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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XL
+PINOCCHIO IS PLACED IN A CAGE
+
+Alas! there was the prime minister. He had caught hold of the
+marionette and tied a rope around his neck.
+
+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.
+
+This kind of argument convinced the emperor that it was best to remain
+quiet.
+
+“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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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!”
+
+The command had been given in a way which made its repetition
+unnecessary, and Pinocchio knew that he must obey.
+
+CHAPTER XLI
+PINOCCHIO PERFORMS FOR THE PUBLIC
+
+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-r-r-p, p-r-r-p, p-r-r-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.
+
+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!
+
+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.
+
+Then the minister addressed the people:
+
+“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!”
+
+At these words, a murmur of surprise arose from the spectators, and
+some of the people laughed outright.
+
+“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?”
+
+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.
+
+“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.”
+
+An outburst of laughter greeted these words and completely drowned the
+voice of the speaker.
+
+“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.”
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+CHAPTER XLII
+PINOCCHIO BREAKS THE CAGE AND MAKES HIS ESCAPE
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+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.
+
+“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.
+
+“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.
+
+He ran and ran and ran. Nor did he make an end of running until he
+reached the wide waters of the Mediterranean Sea.
+
+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.”
+
+At that moment a familiar voice shouted to him: “Good Pinocchio! Hurrah
+for Pinocchio!”
+
+THE END
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