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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK UMBOO, THE ELEPHANT ***
+
+
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+Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks
+and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team.
+
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+
+Circus Animal Stories
+
+UMBOO, THE ELEPHANT
+
+By
+
+HOWARD R. GARIS
+
+Author of
+"The Bedtime Stories"
+"The Uncle Wiggily Series"
+"The Daddy Series"
+Etc.
+
+CONTENTS
+
+Chapter
+
+I     Baby Umboo
+
+II    On The March
+
+III   Sliding Down Hill
+
+IV    Umboo Learns Something
+
+V     Picking Nuts
+
+VI    Umboo Is Lost
+
+VII   Umboo And The Snake
+
+VIII  Umboo Finds His Mother
+
+IX    To The Salt Spring
+
+X     In A Trap
+
+XI    Umboo Goes To School
+
+XII   Umboo Is Sold
+
+XIII  Umboo On The Ship
+
+XIV   Umboo In The Circus
+
+XV    Umboo Remembers
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER I
+
+BABY UMBOO
+
+
+"Oh, my! But it's hot! It is just too hot for anything!" cried Chako,
+one of the monkeys in the circus cage. "It is hotter under this tent
+than ever it was in the jungle! Whew!" and he hung by his tail and
+swung to and fro from a wooden bar.
+
+"In the jungle we could find a pool of water where we could keep
+cool," said another monkey, who was poking around the floor of the
+cage, hoping he could find a peanut. But there were only shells. "I
+wish I could go back to the jungle," he chattered.
+
+"What did you come away from the jungle for, if you don't like it in
+this circus?" asked Woo-Uff, the big yellow lion, who lay on his back
+in his cage, his legs stuck up in the air, for he was cooler that way.
+"Why did you come from the jungle, Chako?"
+
+"I didn't want to come," answered the swinging monkey. "But some white
+and black hunters caught me, and a lot more of us chattering chaps,
+and took us away from the jungle."
+
+"That's right, my boy!" exclaimed the deep, rumbly voice of Umboo, the
+biggest elephant in the circus. "None of us animals would have come
+away from the jungle if we could have had our way. But, now that we
+are here, we must make the best of it."
+
+"How can one make the best of it when it is so hot?" asked Chako. "The
+sun shines down on this circus tent hotter than ever it did in the
+jungle. And there is no pool of water where we can splash and be
+cool."
+
+"Oh, if water is all you want, I can give you some of that," spoke
+Umboo. "Wait a minute!"
+
+Near the elephants, of whom Umboo was one on a long line, chained to
+stakes driven in the ground, was a big tub of water, put there for
+them to drink when they wanted to. Umboo put his long, rubbery hose of
+a trunk down into this tub of water, and sucked up a lot, just as you
+fill your rubber ball at the bathroom basin.
+
+"Look out now, monkeys!" cried the elephant. "It's going to rain!" and
+he sort of laughed away down in his throat. He couldn't laugh through
+his nose, as his nose was his trunk, and that was full of water. "Look
+out for a shower!" he cried.
+
+With that the elephant went:
+
+"Woof-umph!"
+
+Out from his trunk, as if from a hose, sprinkled a shower of water.
+Over the cage of monkeys it sprayed, wetting them as might a fall of
+rain.
+
+"Here comes some more!" cried Umboo, and again he dipped his trunk in
+the tub of water, sucked up some in the two hollow places, and again
+squirted it over the monkeys' cage.
+
+"Oh, that's good! That's fine!" cried Chako. "That was like being in a
+jungle rain. I'm cooler now. Squirt some more, Umboo!"
+
+"No, hold on, if you please!" rumbled another elephant. "It is all
+right for Umboo to splatter some water on you poor monkeys, but if he
+quirts away all in the tub we will have none to drink."
+
+"That's so," said Umboo. "I can't squirt away all the water, Chako. We
+big elephants have to drink a lot more than you little monkeys. But
+when the circus men fill our tub again, I'll squirt some more on you."
+
+"Thank you!" chattered Chako. "I feel cooler, anyhow. And we monkeys
+can't stand too much water. This felt fine!"
+
+The monkeys in the cage were quite damp, and some began combing out
+their long hair with their queer little fingers, that look almost like
+yours, except that their thumb isn't quite the same.
+
+"If Umboo can't squirt any more water on us, maybe he can do something
+else to help us forget that it is so hot," said Gink, a funny little
+monkey, who had a very long tail.
+
+"What can he do, except squirt water on us?" asked Chako. "And I wish
+he'd do that again. It's the only thing to make us cooler."
+
+"No, I wasn't thinking of that, though I do like a little water,"
+spoke Gink. "But don't you remember, Umboo, you promised to tell us a
+story of how you lived in a jungle when you were a baby elephant?"
+
+"Oh, yes, so he did!" exclaimed Chako. "I had forgotten about that. It
+will make us cooler, I think, to hear you tell a story, Umboo. Please
+do!"
+
+"Well, all right, I will," said the big elephant, as he swung to and
+fro; because elephants are very seldom still, but always moving as
+they stand. And they sleep standing up--did you know that?
+
+"I'll tell you a story about my jungle," went on Umboo. "But perhaps
+you will not like it as well as you did the story Snarlie the tiger
+told you."
+
+"Oh, yes we will," said Snarlie himself, a big, handsome striped tiger
+in a cage not far from where the monkeys lived. "You can tell us a
+good story, Umboo."
+
+"And make it as long as the story Woo-Uff, the lion, told us," begged
+Humpo, the camel. "I liked his story."
+
+"Thank you," spoke Woo-Uff, as he rolled over near the edge of his
+cage where he could hear better. "I'm glad you liked my story, Humpo,
+but I'm sure Umboo's will be better than mine. And don't forget the
+funny part, my big elephant friend."
+
+"What funny part is that?" asked Horni, the rhinoceros.
+
+"Oh, I guess he means where I once filled my trunk with water and
+squirted some on a man, as I did on the monkeys just now," said the
+swaying elephant.
+
+"Why did you do that?" Chako wanted to know.
+
+"Well, I'll tell you when I get to that part of my story," said the
+elephant. "Now do you all want to hear me talk?"
+
+"Oh, yes! yes!" cried the animals in the circus tent. "Tell us your
+story, Umboo! Tell us about when you were a baby in the far-off jungle
+of Africa."
+
+"I did not come from Africa; I came from an Indian jungle," said
+Umboo. "My friends, the African elephants, are much larger than I am,
+and they are wilder and fiercer, and so they are hardly every caught
+for the circus."
+
+"I remember a great big elephant in a circus I was once with--not this
+one, though," said Humpo, the camel. "His name was Jug--no it was not
+Jug, and it wasn't Jig, but it began with a J."
+
+"Maybe it was Jumbo," suggested Umboo.
+
+"That was it--Jumbo!" cried Humpo. "He was a very big elephant."
+
+"Yes, I guess he was," said Umboo. "I have heard of him, but I never
+saw him. He was an African elephant, and they are all large. Poor
+Jumbo!"
+
+"Why do you say that?" asked Chako the monkey. "Poor Jumbo?"
+
+"Because he is dead," said Umboo. "Poor Jumbo was struck by one of
+those big puffing animals, of steam and steel and iron, that pull our
+circus train over the shiny rails."
+
+"You mean a choo-choo-locomotive-steam-engine," said Woo-Uff, the
+lion.
+
+"I suppose that is the name," said Umboo. "Anyhow, Jumbo was hit by an
+engine, and, big as he was, it killed him. His bones, or skeleton, are
+in a museum in New York now."
+
+"Is New York a jungle?" asked Gink, who had not been with the circus
+very long.
+
+"New York a jungle? Of course not!" laughed Snarlie, the tiger. "New
+York is a big city, and sometimes we circus animals are taken there to
+help with the show. I've been in New York lots of times."
+
+"Well, don't let it make you proud," said Chako, the other monkey. "I
+have been there myself, and I'd much rather be in the jungle."
+
+"Say, are we going to listen to you animals talk or hear the story
+Umboo is going to tell us?" asked Humpo, the camel. "I thought he was
+going to make us forget the heat."
+
+"So I am," said Umboo, in a kind voice, "Only I wanted to speak about
+old Jumbo, There used to be a song about him, many years ago. It went
+something like this, and I heard a little English boy sing it:
+
+ "Alice said to Jumbo:
+  'I love you!'
+  Jumbo said to Alice:
+  'I don't believe you do;
+  'Cause if you love me truly,
+  As you say you do,
+  Come over to America
+  To Barnum's show!'"
+
+"That's the song they used to sing about Jumbo, more than twenty years
+ago," said Umboo.
+
+"My! How can you remember so far back?" asked Chako.
+
+"Oh, we elephants live to a good old age," said Umboo. "Why, I am
+fifty years old now, and yet I am young! Some of the elephants in the
+jungle lived to be a hundred and twenty years old!"
+
+"Oh, my!" cried Chako. "Did they have circuses as long ago as that?"
+
+"Yes, but not the kind that traveled about, and showed in white
+tents," said Umboo. "But I have heard my father and mother say that we
+elephants live to be very old."
+
+"And can you remember so far back, when you were a baby in the
+jungle?" asked Humpo.
+
+"Oh, yes, very easily," answered Umboo. "I am going to tell you a
+story about how first I was a little elephant in the great, green
+forest, or jungle, and then I'll tell you how I was caught, and worked
+in a lumber yard in India, and how I was then sold to a circus."
+
+"Well, then, please begin!" begged Chako. "It is getting hot again in
+this monkey cage, and if you haven't any water to squirt on us tell us
+your story."
+
+"I will!" promised the elephant. And then, as the afternoon show was
+over, and it was not yet time for the night one to begin, the animals
+had a little quiet time to themselves. And, as they had done once
+before, they got ready to listen to a story.
+
+In the book before this I have written for you the story of Woo-Uff,
+the lion. And before that I gave you the story of Snarlie, the tiger.
+And now we come to Umboo.
+
+"The first thing I remember," began the elephant, "was when I was a
+little baby in the jungle."
+
+"Were you very little?" asked Snarlie the tiger.
+
+"Well, I have heard my mother say I weighed about two hundred pounds
+the first day I came into the world," answered Umboo. "So, though I
+was little for an elephant, I would have made a very big monkey, I
+suppose. And for a time I just stayed near my mother, between her two,
+big front legs, so the other elephants would not step on me, and I
+drank the milk my mother gave me, for my teeth were not yet ready for
+me to chew roots, leaves and grass."
+
+"Tell us something that happened!" begged Chako, "and make it
+exciting, so we will forget about the heat!"
+
+"Well," said Umboo, "I'll tell you of a terrible fright we had, and
+how--"
+
+But just then something else happened. Into the tent came running one
+of the circus men, and he cried to another, who was asleep on some hay
+near the elephants.
+
+"Come! Loosen Umboo! We need him to help us get one of the wagons out
+of the mud! Bring Umboo, the strongest of all elephants!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER II
+
+ON THE MARCH
+
+
+Umboo, the big circus elephant, was unchained from the stake in the
+circus tent to which he was made fast, and led out by one of the men.
+
+"Oh, where are you going?" asked Horni, the rhinoceros, who had been
+taking a little doze, and who woke up, just as the men came in. "I
+thought I heard some one say you were going to tell a story, Umboo,"
+spoke the rhinoceros.
+
+"I was going to, and I started it," the elephant answered, "but now I
+must go out and help push a wagon loose from where it is stuck in the
+mud. I'll be back pretty soon, for it is no trouble at all for me to
+push even a big circus wagon."
+
+"Yes, you are very strong," said Chako, the monkey. "Well, don't
+forget to come back and tell us about the jungle. That will make us
+forget the heat."
+
+"Come, Umboo!" called one of the men, as he loosed the heavy elephant
+chains. "You must help us with the wagon."
+
+Out of the circus tent walked the big elephant. He could understand
+some of the things the circus men said to him, just as your dog can
+understand you, when you call:
+
+"Come here, Jack!" Then he runs to you, wagging his tail. But if you
+say:
+
+"Go on home, Jack!"
+
+How his tail droops, and how sadly your dog looks at you, even though
+you know it is best for him to go back, and not, perhaps, go to school
+with you, like Mary's little lamb.
+
+So, in much the same way, Umboo knew what the men wanted of him. He
+was led across the circus lot, outside the big, white tent, that was
+gay with many-colored flags, and as Umboo swayed along, some boys, who
+were watching for what they might see, caught sight of the great
+elephant.
+
+"Hey, Jim! Here's one of the big ones!" shouted one boy.
+
+"Maybe he's going to take a drink out of the canal," said another.
+
+"Maybe they're going to give him a swim," spoke a third boy.
+
+But the men had something else for Umboo to do just then. They led him
+to where one of the big wagons, covered with red and gold paint, and
+shiny with pieces of looking glass, was stuck fast in the mud on a
+hill. For it had rained the day before the circus came to show in the
+town, and the ground was soft.
+
+"Now, Umboo!" called the circus man, who was really one of the
+elephant keepers, and who gave them food and water, "now, Umboo, let
+us see if you can get this wagon out of the mud, as you did once
+before. The horses can not pull it, but you are stronger than many
+horses."
+
+The horses, with red plumes on their heads, were still hitched to the
+wagon. There were eight of them, but they had pulled and pulled, and
+still the wagon was stuck in the mud.
+
+"Are you going to help us, Umboo?" asked one of the horses who knew
+the elephant, for the circus animals can talk among themselves, just
+as you boys and girls do. "Are you going to help us?"
+
+"I am going to try," Umboo answered. "You look tired, horsies! Take a
+little rest now, while I look and see which is the best way to push.
+Then, when I blow through my nose like a trumpet horn, you pull and
+I'll push, and we'll have the wagon out of the mud very soon!"
+
+Umboo was led up to the back of the wagon. He looked at where the
+wheels were sunk away down in the soft ground, and then, being the
+strongest and most wise of all the beasts of the world, the elephant
+put his big, broad head against the wagon.
+
+"Now, then, horsies! Pull!" he cried, trumpeting through his trunk,
+which was hollow like a hose. "Pull, horsies!"
+
+The horses pulled and Umboo, the elephant, pushed, and soon the wagon
+was out on firm, hard ground.
+
+"That's good!" cried the circus man. "I knew Umboo could do it!"
+
+Then he gave the elephant a sweet bun, which he had saved for him, and
+back to the tent went Umboo.
+
+"Now, please go on with your story!" begged Chako. "Tell us what
+happened in the jungle."
+
+"I will," said Umboo, and this is the story he told. Umboo was only
+one of a number of baby elephants that lived with their fathers and
+mothers in the deep, green jungles of India. Not like the other jungle
+beasts were the elephants, for the big animals had no regular home.
+They did not live in caves as did the lions and tigers, for no cave
+was large enough for a herd of elephants.
+
+And, except in the case of solitary, or lonely elephants, which are
+often savage beasts, or "rogues," all elephants live in herds--a
+number of them always keeping together, just like a herd of cows.
+
+Another reason why elephants do not live in one place, like a lion's
+cave, or in a nest or lair under the thick grass where a tiger brings
+up her striped babies, is that elephants eat so much that they have to
+keep moving from place to place to get more food.
+
+They will eat all there is in one part of the jungle, and then travel
+many miles to a new place, not coming back to the first one until
+there are more green leaves, fresh grass, or new bark on the trees
+which they have partly stripped.
+
+So Umboo, the two-hundred-pound baby elephant, lived with his mother
+in the jungle, drinking nothing but milk for the first six months, as
+he had no teeth to chew even the most tender grass.
+
+"Well, are you strong enough to walk along now?" Umboo's mother asked
+him one day in the jungle, and this was when he was about half a week
+old.
+
+"Oh, yes, I can walk now," said the baby elephant, as he swayed to and
+fro between his mother's front legs, while she stood over him to keep
+the other big elephants, and some of the half-grown elephant boys and
+girls, from bumping into him, and knocking him over. "I can walk all
+right. But why do you ask me that?" Umboo wanted to know.
+
+"Because the herd is going to march away," said Mrs. Stumptail, which
+was the name of Umboo's mother. "They are going to march to another
+part of the jungle, and your father and I will march with them, as we
+do not want to be left behind. There is not much more left here to
+eat. We have taken all the palm nuts and leaves from the trees. We
+have only been waiting until you grew strong enough to march."
+
+"Oh, I can march all right," said Umboo, telling his story to the
+circus animals in the tent. "Look how fast I can go!"
+
+Out he started from under his mother's body, striding across a grassy
+place in the jungle. But Umboo was not as good at walking as he had
+thought. Even though he weighed two hundred pounds his legs were not
+very strong, and soon he began to totter.
+
+"Look out!" cried his mother. "You are going to fall!" and she reached
+out her trunk and wound it around Umboo, holding him up.
+
+"Hello!" trumpeted Mr. Stumptail, coming up just then with a big green
+branch in his trunk. "What's the matter here?"
+
+"Umboo was just showing me how well he could walk," said his mother,
+speaking elephant talk, of course. "I told him the herd would soon be
+on the march, and that he must come along."
+
+"But we won't go until he is strong enough," said Umboo's father.
+"Here," he said to Mrs. Stumptail, "eat this branch of palm nuts. They
+are good and sweet. Eat them while I go and see Old Tusker. I'll tell
+him not to start to lead the herd to another part of the jungle until
+Umboo is stronger."
+
+Then, giving the mother elephant a branch of palm nuts, which food the
+big jungle animals like best of all, Mr. Stumptail went to see Tusker,
+the oldest and largest elephant of the jungle--he who always led the
+herd on the march.
+
+"My new little boy elephant is not quite strong enough to march, yet,"
+said Mr. Stumptail to Tusker. "Can we wait here another day or two?"
+
+"Oh, yes, of course, Mr. Stumptail," said the kind, old head elephant.
+"You know the herd will never go faster than the mothers and baby
+elephants can travel."
+
+And this is true, as any old elephant hunter will tell you.
+
+"Thank you," said Mr. Stumptail, to Tusker; for elephants are polite
+to each other, even though, in the jungle, they sometimes may be a bit
+rough toward lions and tigers, of whom they are afraid.
+
+Back to the mother elephant and Baby Umboo went Mr. Stumptail, to tell
+them there was no hurry about the herd marching away. And two or three
+days later Umboo had grown stronger and was not so wobbly on his legs.
+He could run about a little, and once he even tried to bump his head
+against another elephant boy, quite older than he was.
+
+"Here! You mustn't do that!" cried his mother. "What trick are you up
+to now?"
+
+"Well, this elephant laughed at your tail," said Umboo. "He said it
+was a little short one, and not long like his mother's!"
+
+"Don't mind that!" said Mrs. Stumptail, with a sort of laugh away down
+in her trunk. "All our family have short, or stumpy tails. That is how
+we get our name. The Stumptail elephants are very stylish, let me tell
+you."
+
+"Oh, then it's all right," said Umboo, who was called by that name
+because he had made that sort of noise or sound through his nose, when
+he was a day old. And elephants and jungle folk are named for the sort
+of noises they make, or for something they do, or look like, just as
+Indians are named.
+
+So Umboo played in the deep jungle forest with the other little
+elephant boys and girls until his mother and father saw that he was
+strong enough to walk well by himself.
+
+"Now we will start on a long march!" called Tusker one day. "The
+jungle here is well eaten, and, besides, it is no longer safe for us
+here. So we will march."
+
+"Why isn't the jungle safe here any more?" asked Umboo of his mother.
+
+"I'll tell you," answered Tusker, who heard what the little elephant
+asked. "The other day," went on the big chap, "I went to the top of
+the hill over there," and he pointed with his trunk. "I heard up there
+a noise like thunder, but it was not thunder."
+
+"What was it?" asked Umboo, who liked to listen to the talk of the old
+herd-leader. The other little elephants also gathered around to
+listen.
+
+"It was the noise of the guns of the hunters," said Tusker. "They are
+coming to our jungle, and where the hunters come is no place for us.
+So we must march away and hide. Also there is not much food left here.
+We must go to a new jungle-place."
+
+Raising his trunk in the air Tusker gave a loud call. All the other
+elephants gathered around him, and off he started, leading the way
+through the green forest.
+
+"Now if I go too fast for any of you baby elephants, just squeak and
+I'll stop," said the big, kind elephant. "We will go only as fast as
+you little chaps can walk."
+
+"You are very kind," said Mrs. Stumptail, helping Umboo, with her
+trunk, to get over a rough bit of ground.
+
+On and on marched the elephants to find a new place in the jungle,
+where they would be safe from the hunters, and where they could find
+more sweet bark, leaves and palm nuts to eat. Umboo walked near his
+mother, as the other small elephant boys and girls walked near their
+mothers, and the bigger elephants helped the smaller and weaker ones
+over the rough places.
+
+Pretty soon, in the jungle, the herd of elephants came to what seemed
+a big silver ribbon, shining in the sun. It sparkled like a looking
+glass on a circus wagon, though, as yet, neither Umboo, nor any of the
+other big animals had ever seen a show.
+
+"What is that?" asked Umboo of his mother.
+
+"That is a river of water," she answered. "It is water to drink and
+wash in."
+
+"Oh, I never could drink all that water," said the baby elephant.
+
+"No one expects you to!" said his mother, with an elephant laugh. "But
+we are going to swim across it to get on the other side."
+
+"What is swimming?" asked Umboo.
+
+"It means going in the water, and wiggling your legs so that you will
+float across and not sink," said Mrs. Stumptail. "See, we are at the
+jungle river now, and we will go across."
+
+"Oh, but I'm afraid!" cried Umboo, holding back. "I don't want to go
+in all that water."
+
+Mrs. Stumptail reached out her trunk and caught her little boy around
+the middle of his stomach.
+
+"You must do as I tell you!" she said. "Up you go!" and she lifted him
+high in the air.
+
+"Oh, did she let you fall?" suddenly asked Chako, who, with the other
+animals in the circus tent, was eagerly listening to the story Umboo
+was telling. "Did she let you fall?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER III
+
+SLIDING DOWN HILL
+
+
+"Look here!" cried Snarlie, the tiger, when Chako, the monkey, had
+asked his question. "Look here, Chako! You mustn't interrupt like that
+when Umboo is talking! Let him tell his story, just as you let me tell
+mine. And maybe Umboo's jungle story will go in a book, as mine did."
+
+"Is yours in a book?" asked Humpo, the camel.
+
+"It is," answered Snarlie, and he did not speak at all proudly as some
+tigers might. "My story is in a book, and there are pictures of me,
+and also Toto, the little Indian princess. For I came from India, just
+as Umboo did."
+
+"Now who is talking?" asked Woo-Uff, the lion. "I thought we were to
+listen to Umboo's story."
+
+"That's right--we were," said Snarlie. "I'm sorry I talked so much.
+But I was telling Chako about the books we are in, Woo-Uff."
+
+"Yes, books are all well enough," said the lion, "but give me a good
+piece of meat. Now go on, Umboo. What was it Chako asked?"
+
+"I wanted to know if Umboo's mother let him fall when she lifted him
+high up in her trunk when they came to the jungle river," said the
+monkey in the circus cage.
+
+"No," answered Umboo, "she did not drop me. My mother was very strong,
+and her trunk had a good hold of me. She didn't drop me at all."
+
+"Then what did she lift you up for?" asked Chako. "Once, in the jungle
+where I came from, I saw a big elephant lift up a tiger in his trunk,
+and the elephant threw the tiger down on the ground as hard as he
+could, and hurt him."
+
+"That was because the tiger was going to bite the elephant if he
+could," answered Umboo. "Elephants only have their tusks, and trunk
+and big feet to fight with. They can't bite as you monkeys can, nor as
+lions and tigers can. But my mother lifted me up in her trunk to put
+me on her back."
+
+"What did she want to do that for?" asked Humpo, the camel. "Was a
+hunter coming with a gun?"
+
+"No, but she was going to swim across the river with the rest of the
+herd," answered Umboo, "and she knew I was too little to know how to
+swim yet. I learned how later, though, and I liked the water. But this
+time my mother took me across the river on her back."
+
+"It's a good thing your mother didn't have a camel-back like Humpo,"
+said Woo-Uff, with a sort of chuckling laugh.
+
+"Why?" asked Horni, the rhinoceros.
+
+"Because, if Mrs. Stumptail had a back, with humps in, as the camels
+have, Umboo would have fallen off into the water," said the lion, as
+he opened his big mouth in a sleepy yawn, showing his big, white,
+sharp teeth.
+
+"My mother's back was big and strong," said Umboo. "It was flat, and
+not humpy, like a camel's, though their backs are all right on the
+desert. My mother lifted me up on her back with her trunk, and there I
+sat while she and the other elephants waded into the river."
+
+And then the circus elephant went on telling his story.
+
+Into the jungle river walked the elephants, the littlest ones on their
+mothers' backs, and some, very small ones, held in their mothers'
+trunks, which were lifted high in the air. These were the babies of
+the herd who were too small to ride safely on the backs of the big
+creatures.
+
+"Pooh! I'm bigger than you! I can swim like the other elephants!" said
+Keedah; a large elephant boy, as he looked up and saw Umboo on his
+mother's back. "I don't have to be carried across a river! I can swim
+by myself."
+
+"And so will my little boy, soon," said Mrs. Stumptail. "Swim on your
+own side, Keedah, and don't splash water on Umboo."
+
+But Keedah was a little elephant chap full of mischief, and he did not
+do as he was told. Instead he filled his trunk with water and sprayed
+it all over Umboo.
+
+"Ouch!" cried the little elephant baby, for the water felt cold, at
+first. "Stop it, Keedah!"
+
+"Ha! Ha! I made you get wet, whether you swim or not!" laughed Keedah.
+"I'll put some more water on you!"
+
+"No you don't! Now you swim along!" suddenly cried Mrs. Stumptail.
+"Get away!"
+
+With that she tapped Keedah on his head with her trunk two or three
+times, and, when an elephant wants to, it can strike very hard with
+its long nose, even though it seems soft.
+
+"Ouch! Ouch!" trumpeted Keedah as he swam out of reach of Mrs.
+Stumptail. "Ouch! Let me alone!"
+
+"Learn to behave yourself then," said Umboo's mother.
+
+"I'm going to tell my father on you!" cried the mischievous little
+elephant.
+
+"Well, it won't do you any good," said a heavy voice behind him, and
+there was Keedah's father himself swimming along. "I saw what you did
+to Umboo," went on the old gentleman elephant, "and Mrs. Stumptail did
+just right to tap you with her trunk. Now be a good boy, and don't
+shower any more water on the baby elephants."
+
+So Keedah promised that he wouldn't, and Umboo clung as tightly as he
+could, with his sprawly legs, to his mother's broad back as she swam
+across the river.
+
+The water was wide, at this part of the jungle, but elephants are good
+swimmers. They can go in very deep water, and as long as they can keep
+the tip end of their trunk out, so they can breathe, the rest of their
+body can sink away down below the surface. And when the elephants are
+in the water the flies, mosquitoes and other biting bugs of the jungle
+can not harm them.
+
+For, though the skin of elephants, rhinoceros beasts, and even the
+hippopotami, is very thick, some bugs can bite through it enough to
+give pain, and the animals don't like that. But in the water nothing
+can bite them, unless it's a crocodile, and none of those big fellows
+would come near a whole herd of elephants.
+
+"What are we going to do when we get on the other side of the river?"
+asked Umboo of his mother, as he reached his trunk down in the water
+and took a little drink.
+
+"Oh, we will rest a while, eat something, perhaps, and then we will
+keep on marching to a better part of the jungle," she answered.
+
+"I know what I'm going to do when I get on the other shore," spoke
+Keedah, as once more he swam up along side of Umboo and his mother.
+
+"What?" asked the little elephant who was having such a nice ride
+across the river. "What are you going to do?"
+
+"I am going to have a slide down hill," went on Keedah, who did not
+seem to be going to make any more trouble.
+
+"What's sliding down hill?" asked Umboo, and of course, you
+understand, all this talk was in animal language.
+
+"Sliding down hill is fun," went on Keedah. "You know Old Tusker went
+up to the top of a place, called a hill, to look and see about the
+hunters in the jungle. Well, there is a hill on the other side of this
+river, and when we get across I'm going to the top of it and slide
+down.
+
+"It's hard work going up hill," went on the larger elephant boy, "but
+it's easy coming down. You just sit on your hind legs, hold your trunk
+up in the air and down you come as fast as anything!"
+
+"And be careful you don't bump into anything," said Mrs. Stumptail.
+"Sliding down hill is all right if you don't bump into anything. You
+must be careful, Umboo. Don't slide down any hills unless you ask me
+first."
+
+"I won't," promised the baby elephant. "But tell me more about it,
+Keedah. Did you ever slide down hill?"
+
+"Many a time. I was with the herd last year when we swam this same
+river. I could swim then, too, and when we came to the hill I climbed
+up. Then I came down lots faster than I walked up, and I went splash
+into the river. That didn't hurt at all," he said to Umboo's mother.
+
+"No, it doesn't hurt to slide into the water," said the old elephant
+lady. "If you do any sliding, Umboo, see that you splash into the
+water, and not on the hard ground."
+
+"I will, after I learn to swim," spoke Umboo.
+
+A little later the herd of elephants were safely across the jungle
+river. Some rested in the shade of trees, pulling off the low branches
+and the palm nuts. Others rolled in the mud, to make a sort of coating
+over their skins, to keep off the flies. Others went to the top of the
+hill to slide down, and Keedah went with them.
+
+"Oh, mother! I wish I could slide!" said Umboo, when he saw what fun
+the other elephants were having. They really did slide down hill, just
+as otters do, only the otter, or beaver, likes to have water on his
+slide, and the elephants did not care whether their slide was wet or
+dry. Down they came, over sticks and stones, and their skin was so
+tough that they never got hurt. And yet a fly could bite through that
+same hide! But that is because a fly has a very fine, sharp bill,
+which can go through the tiny pores, or holes, in the elephant's skin.
+
+"Oh, I want to slide!" said Umboo to his mother. "I'm big enough, and
+if I can't swim when I splash in the water, you can be near to pull me
+out. Please let me slide down hill!"
+
+"And did she let you?" asked Snarlie, the tiger, as the elephant
+stopped in the telling his story long enough to take a bite of hay.
+"Did she let you, Umboo?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IV
+
+UMBOO LEARNS SOMETHING
+
+
+Umboo, the big circus elephant, swallowed the sweet hay he had been
+chewing, and was about to keep on with the telling of his story about
+the things that happened to him when he was a little chap in the
+Indian jungle, when a lot of men came in the tent where the animals
+were standing about, or resting in their cages.
+
+"Oh, now we can't hear any more of the story," said Chako, the big
+monkey, to Gink the little, long-tailed chap.
+
+"Why can't we?" Gink wanted to know.
+
+"Because the circus is going to move on. Our cage will be put on the
+steam cars, and away we will go, and Umboo, and the rest of the
+elephants, will be put in big box-cars."
+
+"Won't we ever see him again, or hear more of his story?" asked Gink,
+who had not been with the circus very long, and so did not know much
+about it.
+
+"Oh, yes, of course we'll hear more later on," answered Chako, "but
+not until tomorrow. Now the circus is going to move."
+
+And that is just what happened. The men closed the sides of the cages,
+shutting the animals up in them. The tent was taken down, horses were
+hitched to the wagons, and away went the whole, big circus on a train
+to the next town where the show was to be given.
+
+"It's too bad!" exclaimed Horni, the rhinoceros, who had a big horn on
+the end of his nose. "It's too bad, Umboo! I wanted to hear you tell
+about sliding down hill."
+
+"I'll tell you tomorrow," said the elephant. "Now I have to go and
+help the horses, by pushing on some of the heavy wagons with my head.
+I'll finish the sliding-down-hill part of my story tomorrow."
+
+"All right, don't forget!" called Chako, just before the men closed
+down the sides of the monkey cage.
+
+"I won't," promised Umboo.
+
+"It was the same way when I was telling my story," said Snarlie, the
+tiger. "Every now and then I had to stop when the circus moved from
+one place to another."
+
+All through the night the trains of cars, with the circus wagons,
+tents, horses and performers, rolled along. In the morning the cars
+stopped just outside a big city, where the show was to be given for
+three days.
+
+"And now I'll have a chance to tell you a lot more about what we
+elephants did in the jungle," said Umboo, when, once more, all the
+animal friends were in the tent together. "That is I'll tell you more,
+if you aren't tired of hearing it," he added.
+
+"Tired? I should say not!" chattered Gink. "Go on, Umboo, if you
+please. Tell us a lot more!"
+
+"And don't forget about sliding down hill," added Woo-Uff, the lion.
+"Did your mother let you?"
+
+"Oh, yes, she let me," answered Umboo. "At first she did not want to,
+for a lot of the big elephants were having this fun. But, after a
+while, when they went away from the hill, having slid down enough, and
+when Keedah, and some of the other elephant boys and girls, took their
+turn, I went with them.
+
+"At first I was a little afraid, when I got to the top of the hill,
+and saw how steep it was, and how far it seemed down to the bottom
+where the river ran. But I stuck my front feet out in front of me, and
+I sat down on the back part of my hind legs, where my skin is very
+thick, and then, all of a sudden Keedah came up behind me and gave me
+a push." "Did you go down?" asked Snarlie, laughing so that his sharp,
+white teeth showed in his red mouth.
+
+"Did I go down? I should say I did!" cried Umboo. "I went down so fast
+I almost turned over in a somersault, the way the trick dogs do in our
+circus. And, at first, I was scared.
+
+"But the hill of dirt was smooth, without any big stones in it, and
+away I slid. When I got to the water, in I went with a big splash;
+though of course I didn't make as much of a splatter as some of the
+larger elephants did."
+
+"Was it fun?" asked Humpo, the camel.
+
+"At first I didn't like it," answered Umboo. "The water got up my
+trunk, and choked me a little, and took my breath away. But my mother
+stood on the bank of the river and soon pulled me out; and when I went
+down next time I curled my trunk up, so then I was all right."
+
+The other circus animals liked so much to hear Umboo's story of
+sliding down hill, that they kept asking him questions about it until
+nearly dinner time. But when the men came in the tent, bringing hay
+for the horses, elephants and camels, big chunks of meat for the lions
+and tigers, and dried bread for the monkeys, then all the animals were
+quiet for a time--at least they made no noise except chewing.
+
+And after their meal they all went to sleep for a little while, those
+in cages curling up in a corner, and the horses lying down on straw,
+but the elephants took their sleep standing up, for an elephant, even
+in the jungle, never lies down except perhaps to roll in water, or a
+mud-puddle. And the only time they lie down in a circus is when they
+are doing some trick.
+
+"Now I guess you have slid down hill enough, Umboo," said the
+elephant's mother to him. "It is all right to have some fun, but there
+are other things to do in the jungle besides that. You must learn a
+few things."
+
+"I had to learn things too," said Woo-Uff. "I had to learn how to
+creep up on fat goats, and knock them over with my big paws. There was
+an old lion named Boom-Boom, and he and I--"
+
+"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" called Humpo, the camel, as he was
+chewing some hay in the circus tent after his dinner. "Is this your
+story, or Umboo's?"
+
+"Oh, I forgot. I beg your pardon, Umboo!" said the big lion. "Please
+go on."
+
+So Umboo went on telling his story, speaking of how his mother told
+him there were other things to do in the jungle besides sliding down
+hill to splash into the river.
+
+It was some time after this, when Umboo had grown larger and stronger,
+and two of his tusks or teeth, had grown out of his jaw, sticking far
+beyond his lips, that his mother said to him:
+
+"Now, Umboo, it is time you learned how to get something to eat for
+yourself. Up to now I have given you milk, or you have eaten the sweet
+palm nuts or the tree branches I pulled down for you, or those the
+other elephants left. Now it is time you learned to do things for
+yourself. Come with me, Umboo."
+
+"Where are we going?" asked the small elephant. That is he was smaller
+than his mother, though he was very large along side of a dog or a
+cat. "Where are we going?"
+
+"Far into the jungle," answered Mrs. Stumptail.
+
+Umboo followed after her, brushing his way through the bushes, pushing
+aside even those that had thorns on them, for he never felt the sharp
+pricks through his thick skin, though, as I have told you, some kinds
+of bugs can bite their way through even this.
+
+Suddenly, as Umboo walked along behind his mother, he began to sniff
+the air through his trunk.
+
+"What is that good smell?" he asked, in elephant talk, of course. "It
+smells just like those nice, sweet roots you gave me to eat the other
+day."
+
+"And that is just what you do smell, Umboo," said his mother. "Near
+here, in the jungle, grow trees with those sweet roots. If you want to
+eat some now see if you can find any. In that way you will learn when
+I am not with you. Hunt around now, and see if you can't smell where
+the sweet roots grow."
+
+Umboo was hungry and he wanted, very much, to get the roots. So he
+began sniffing with his trunk close to the ground. When he moved one
+way the smell was not so strong.
+
+"That means you are moving away from the roots," his mother told him.
+"Come over this way."
+
+So Umboo moved the other way, and the smell of the sweet roots grew
+stronger, just as when you come nearer to a bakery or candy shop.
+
+"Ah! Here they are! Right down under the ground, here!" suddenly cried
+Umboo, tapping with his trunk on a certain place under a big tree.
+"The roots are here, mother," he said. "But how am I going to get them
+out? I can't eat them if they are under the dirt!"
+
+"How would you think you might get them out?" asked Mrs. Stumptail.
+"Come, be a smart elephant, Umboo. Use your brains. Elephants are the
+smartest animals in the world. Think a little and then see what you
+will do."
+
+So Umboo thought, and then he remembered seeing what the other
+elephants did when they were hungry, and wanted to dig up tree roots.
+
+"I guess I'll poke away the dirt with my feet," he said.
+
+"Yes, that's a good way to begin," said Mrs. Stumptail.
+
+So Umboo, with his big, broad fore feet, loosened the dirt over the
+tree roots. They were not down very deep, being the top roots, and not
+the big heavy ones, buried far down in the earth.
+
+"Ha! Now I can see the roots!" cried the little boy elephant. "They
+are uncovered, but still I can't lift them up with my trunk, mother.
+What shall I do next?"
+
+"What are your tusks for?" asked Mrs. Stumptail. "Don't be so silly!
+Pry up the roots with your tusks!"
+
+So Umboo knelt down and put one of his big long teeth under a root.
+Then with a twist of his head he pried the root up from the ground.
+
+"There! See how easy it is!" said his mother.
+
+Then Umboo chewed the sweet root, but he did not swallow the hard,
+woody part. That would not have been good for him.
+
+"Oh, but this is sweet!" he cried, shutting his eyes as he chewed
+away. "This is the sweetest root I ever ate."
+
+"And you dug it up yourself! That is best part of it," said his
+mother. "You have learned to do something for yourself. Now, when you
+find yourself alone in the jungle, if you should stray away from the
+rest of the herd, you will know how to get something to eat. You have
+learned something."
+
+"Is this all I have to learn?" Umboo wanted to know.
+
+"Indeed not!" cried his mother. "There are many more things that you
+must know. But one thing at a time. A little later I will show you how
+to pull down a big tree, when there are palm nuts, or sweet branches,
+growing near the top, which you cannot reach, no matter how you try.
+Pulling trees down will be the next lesson. But dig up some more
+roots."
+
+"I will dig some for you," said Umboo.
+
+"Excuse me for not giving you some of the first ones I dug."
+
+"Oh, that's all right," said Mrs. Stumptail. "I wanted you to learn,
+but you may give me some of the next ones you pry up."
+
+Umboo uncovered more roots, and gave his mother some, and then, as he
+was moving to another part of the jungle, there suddenly sounded
+through the forest a loud, shrill cry.
+
+"Quick, Umboo, come with me!" cried his mother. "That is Tusker
+calling us!"
+
+"What does he want?" asked Umboo.
+
+"He wants to tell us there is danger!" said Umboo's mother. "Hurry!
+Come with me back to the rest of the herd!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER V
+
+PICKING NUTS
+
+
+Not stopping to dig up any more roots, Umboo rushed off through the
+jungle after his mother, who hurried on ahead. As they crashed along,
+breaking their way through bushes and knocking down small trees, they
+heard again the shrill trumpet of Tusker, the oldest and largest
+elephant of the jungle.
+
+"What is he saying?" asked Umboo of his mother, as he hurried along,
+now close to her. "What is Tusker saying?"
+
+"He is telling of some kind of danger," said the older elephant. "Just
+what it is I don't know. But the herd will be moving away very soon,
+to hide in a dark part of the jungle, and we must go with them."
+
+As Umboo and his mother came out into an open part of the forest,
+where they had left the other elephants, when Umboo had been led away
+to be given his root-digging lesson, there was great excitement.
+Tusker stood on top of a little hill, his trunk high in the air,
+making all sorts of queer, trumpeting noises.
+
+"We were waiting for you," said Mr. Stumptail to Umboo's mother. "We
+are going to run away and hide. Tusker is calling you."
+
+"Well, tell him we are here now," said Mrs. Stumptail. "I had to give
+Umboo his lesson."
+
+"And I dug up some sweet roots," said the little elephant, "but I
+didn't have time to bring you any," he told his father.
+
+"Some other time will do," spoke Mr. Stumptail. "Hello, Tusker!" he
+called through his trunk to the old, big elephant. "Here they are now!
+Umboo and his mother have come back. We can all go hide in the
+jungle."
+
+"Why must we hide?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Because Tusker smelled danger," answered Keedah, who was with the
+other small elephants where they were gathered together, the older
+ones about them. "He smelled white and black hunters, with guns, and
+they are coming to shoot us, Tusker says. So he called a warning to
+all of us."
+
+"I heard it away off where I was digging up roots," said Umboo. "But
+did Tusker see the hunters with their guns?"
+
+"No, I didn't see them," said Tusker himself, coming down from the
+hill just then. "But I smelled them, and that is the same thing. The
+wind was blowing from them to me, and I could smell them very plainly.
+Come now, elephants! Into the deep, dark part of the jungle, where the
+hunters can not find us, we will go--far into the jungle."
+
+Then the herd moved off, and Umboo's mother told him, as they hurried
+along, that an elephant's eyes can not see very far.
+
+"We have not a very sharp sight, like the hawks or the vultures," said
+Mrs. Stumptail, "so we have to depend on our noses. We can smell
+things a long way off, and when you are older you will get to know the
+difference between the sweet roots, under the ground, and the man-
+smell, which means danger.
+
+"Tusker smelled the man-smell, even though he could not see the white
+and black hunters, and then he trumpeted through his trunk to tell us
+all to run away," said Mrs. Stumptail.
+
+Through the jungle crashed the herd of elephants, not going any
+faster, though, than Umboo and the other small ones could trot along.
+Though an elephant is very big and heavy he can move swiftly through
+the forest, and go in places where no horse could travel, for the way
+would be too rough, and great vines and trees would be strung across
+the path. Indeed there is no path, the elephants making one for
+themselves, and when once a herd starts off it can hardly ever be
+caught by a hunter on foot.
+
+"Do you think any of us will be shot?" asked Umboo, as he shuffled
+along beside his mother. "How does it feel to be shot?"
+
+"My! But you ask a lot of questions," said Mrs. Stumptail; and I think
+Umboo was like a lot of boys and girls I know. But then if you don't
+ask questions how are you ever going to find out anything?
+
+"I can tell you how it feels to be shot," said a middle-aged elephant,
+who was hurrying along, next to Mr. Stumptail. "It hurts very much,
+Umboo! It hurts very much, and worse than a whole lot of big bugs
+biting you at once."
+
+"Were you ever shot?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Indeed I was," answered the elephant, whose name was Bango, called so
+because he used to bang big trees down with his head. "I was shot
+twice."
+
+"Tell me about it," said Umboo.
+
+"It was some years ago," went on Bango. "I was with another herd, and
+we were eating away in the jungle. All at once I heard a noise like a
+little clap of thunder, and I felt a sharp pain in my head. One of the
+hard things the hunters shoot in their guns had hit me. Then another
+struck me in the leg."
+
+"Didn't any of you smell the hunter coming?" asked Mr. Stumptail.
+"Didn't you smell him and get out of the way?"
+
+"No," answered Bango, "none of us did. The wind was blowing the wrong
+way, I guess. But as soon as we heard the gun, and when I gave a blast
+through my trunk, as I felt myself hurt, then all the herd knew what
+had happened, and away we rushed, just as we are rushing now. We went
+very fast."
+
+"Did the hunter get any of you?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Not that time. I was the only one hit," said Bango. "But another time
+five or six of the herd I was with were killed by hunters."
+
+"What for?" asked Keedah, who was now more friendly with Umboo. "Why
+did the hunters kill the elephants, Bango?"
+
+"To get their big teeth, or tusks. Our tusks are ivory, you know, and
+the hunter men, so I have been told, take our teeth to make into round
+balls, with which they play games, or they use them to put on machines
+that make tinkle-tinkle sounds."
+
+By this Bango meant pianos, the keys of which used to be made from
+ivory, though now they are mostly celluloid. And the game men play,
+with balls made from elephants' tusks, is called billiards.
+
+On and on through the jungle hurried the elephants, until at last
+Tusker, who led the way, came to a stop.
+
+"This is far enough," he said. "I do not believe the hunters will find
+us here. We will rest now."
+
+Indeed it was time to stop, for some of the smaller elephants were
+quite tired out. Big elephants can hurry through the jungle very fast
+for as long as twenty hours at a time, stopping, perhaps, only during
+the very hottest part of the day. And when an elephant is very tired
+it begins to perspire, or "sweat," over each eye, and two little
+hollow places there look as though they had been wet with a sponge.
+
+In the cooler part of the shady jungle the elephants rested, some of
+them pulling down branches from the trees to get at the leaves or
+tender bark. Umboo began sniffing along the ground with his trunk.
+
+"What are you doing?" asked Keedah.
+
+"I am smelling for sweet roots," was the answer. "My mother showed me
+how to do it. Do you want me to show you?"
+
+"I learned that long ago," said Keedah.
+
+"Why I can even get palm nuts off a high tree by knocking the tree
+down. Can you do that? Smelling out earth-roots is nothing!"
+
+"I think it is something," spoke Umboo. "And, when I get a little
+bigger my mother is going to show me how to pull over, or knock down,
+a whole tree. But now I am hungry for roots."
+
+So Umboo kept on sniffing at the ground with his trunk. He was feeling
+quite hungry. Suddenly Keedah cried:
+
+"Ha! I have found some sweet roots! I am going to dig them up!"
+
+"And I have found some, too!" exclaimed Umboo, as through his long
+nose of a trunk he sniffed the good smell.
+
+Then the two elephant boys dug up the earth with their feet, sort of
+pawing aside the soft dirt, and with their tusks they pried up the
+roots, chewing the soft part.
+
+At first the older elephants were uneasy, or worried, for fear that,
+even though they were in a deep part of the jungle, the hunters might
+come after them. Tusker and some of the big father-elephants went
+about, with their trunks high in the air, sniffing, sniffing and
+sniffing for any smell of danger.
+
+But there seemed to be none. The hunters were left many miles away,
+and the elephants could rest and eat in peace. For many months after
+this they roamed about, going from place to place in the jungle as
+they ate one spot bare of roots and leaves. Sometimes the place where
+they drank water would dry up, and they would have to move to another
+river or spring. For an elephant must have plenty of water.
+
+All this while Umboo kept on digging up sweet roots when ever he felt
+he wanted some, until he could do it almost as well as his mother or
+father could.
+
+One day, when the elephant boy was traveling through the jungle he
+looked up and saw, growing on top of a tree, some palm nuts. Elephants
+are very fond of these, and will go a great way to get them. There are
+many kinds of palm trees, and on some grow cocoanuts, and on others
+dates; but the palm nuts the elephants eat are different.
+
+Umboo looked up at the palm nuts growing on the tree in the jungle,
+and said:
+
+"Oh, how I wish I had some of those."
+
+"Well," said Mrs. Stumptail, "how do you think you can get them?"
+
+"If I were a monkey," said the elephant boy, "I could climb up the
+tree and pick them off." Umboo had often, in the jungle, seen the
+monkeys do this.
+
+"But you are not a monkey," said his mother. "Can you reach up with
+your trunk and pull down the nuts?"
+
+Umboo tried, but his trunk was not long enough.
+
+"I guess the only way to get the nuts is to break down the tree; but
+how can I do that?" he asked.
+
+"Your head is the strongest part of you," said Mrs. Stumptail. "See if
+you can knock the tree over."
+
+"Bang!" went Umboo's head against the tree. The tree shook and
+shivered, and a few nuts were knocked down, but not enough.
+
+"Well," said the elephant boy, as he banged the tree again, "I don't
+mind doing this for fun, as it doesn't hurt, but the tree doesn't seem
+to be coming down very fast. And I can't get the nuts until it does.
+What shall I do, mother?"
+
+"Just think a little harder," said Mrs. Stumptail. "I want you to grow
+up to be a smart elephant boy, and to do that you must think for
+yourself. I shall not always be with you. Try and think now how to get
+the tree down."
+
+"I know!" cried Umboo. "I can pull it over with my trunk!"
+
+He wrapped his long trunk around the tree and began to pull. He had
+often pulled up small trees and bushes this way, but the palm nut tree
+was stronger. Though Umboo pulled and pulled, digging his feet hard
+down into the ground, the tree did not come up.
+
+"Oh, dear!" said the elephant boy. "I don't believe anyone can get
+this tree down, Mother!"
+
+"Nonsense!" exclaimed Mrs. Stumptail. "Don't be such a baby. Think
+hard, Umboo! You can easily uproot that tree and get all the nuts you
+want. Let me see you do it!"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VI
+
+UMBOO IS LOST
+
+
+Umboo wanted to grow up to be a big, strong smart elephant. He wanted
+to be like Tusker, the leader of the herd, and he thought if he were
+as tall, and strong as that mighty fellow he would have no trouble at
+all in uprooting the tree.
+
+"There must be some way of doing it," said Umboo to himself as he
+looked up at the palm nuts on top of the tree, and then he glanced at
+his mother who was watching him. Of course Mrs. Stumptail herself
+could easily have pulled the tree for Umboo, as it was not very large,
+but she did not want to do this. Just as your mother wants you to
+learn to lace your own shoes, or button them, and tie your hair
+ribbons.
+
+As he stood thinking of what best to do, Umboo scraped with his feet
+in the dirt around the roots of the tree. Soon he uncovered some of
+the roots. They were not a kind he liked to eat, but, as he saw the
+roots laid bare, a new idea came into the head of the elephant boy.
+
+"Ha! I know what I can do!" he said. "I can make the roots loose with
+my long tusks, and then it will be easy to push the tree over with my
+head. The roots won't hold it up any more!"
+
+"That's it!" exclaimed his mother. "I was wondering how long it would
+take you to think of that. And it is better that you should think of
+it for yourself than that I should tell you. Now you will never
+forget. So loosen the dirt around the roots, Umboo, and then see what
+happens."
+
+Kneeling down, Umboo put his tusks under the roots and pried them up,
+as he used to pry the sweet ones up which he liked to eat. In a little
+while he had broken many of the big roots. Then he stood up, backed
+away from the tree, and rushed at it to strike it with his big head
+which was like a battering-ram.
+
+Once, twice, three times Umboo hit the tree. It shivered and shook,
+and then, because the roots no longer held it up, over it went with a
+crash.
+
+"Hurray!" cried Umboo, or what meant the same thing in elephant talk.
+"Now I can get the palm nuts!"
+
+"Yes," said his mother. "You have learned something else."
+
+With the tree lying flat on the ground, it was easy for Umboo to reach
+the palm nuts with his trunk. He pulled them off and ate them, first,
+though, giving his mother some. For elephants, and other animals, know
+how to be kind and polite, though of course, they are not so good at
+it as are you boys and girls.
+
+As Umboo and his mother were eating the palm nuts, along came Keedah.
+
+"Hello!" cried the other elephant boy. "How did you get the palm tree
+down, Mrs. Stumptail?"
+
+"I did it," said Umboo.
+
+"You?" cried Keedah. "No! You are not strong enough for that!"
+
+"No, I wasn't strong enough to knock this tree over with my head, or
+pull it down with my trunk, until I loosened the dirt at the roots,"
+said Umboo. "After that it was easy."
+
+"Well, you are getting to be like us bigger boys," said Keedah. "May I
+have some of the palm nuts, Umboo?"
+
+"Yes," was the answer, for Umboo felt a little proud at what he had
+done, and, like a real person, he wanted others to know it.
+
+"Did you ever knock down a palm tree?" asked Umboo of Keedah.
+
+"Often," was the answer. "I learned to dig at the roots just as you
+did. But when it rains you don't have to do that."
+
+"Why not?" Umboo wanted to know.
+
+"Because the rain water makes the dirt soft around the roots, and we
+don't have to dig it loose with our tusks. Wait until some day when it
+rains, and you'll see how easy it is to knock over bigger trees than
+this."
+
+And Umboo found that this was so. About a week after that it rained
+hard, and to the hot, tired and dusty elephants in the jungle the
+cooling showers were a delight. The rain soaked into the ground, until
+it was wet and soft, like a sponge.
+
+Umboo, splashing in a mud puddle, walked away from where he had been
+standing near his mother.
+
+"Where are you going?" asked Mrs. Stumptail.
+
+"I am going to see if I can do as Keedah said he could do, and knock
+over a tree without digging at the roots," answered the elephant boy.
+"The ground is rain-soaked now, and soft."
+
+"Very well," spoke his mother. "You may try it. But don't go too far
+away. The herd may move on through the jungle, and then you would be
+lost."
+
+"I'll be careful," promised Umboo.
+
+Off started the elephant boy, splashing through the mud and water. He
+did not need to wear rubber boots, or take an umbrella. In fact he
+would not have known what to do with either, though once, in a circus,
+I saw an elephant with an umbrella. But then I saw one with a hand
+organ, too, and you'd never see that in the jungle.
+
+But Umboo's big feet were made for walking in mud and water, and his
+thick skin, though bugs could bite through it at times, did not let
+any rain leak through to wet him. There was plenty on the outside,
+however, just as there is outside your rubber coat.
+
+"I'll just go off by myself and knock a great big tree over with my
+head," thought Umboo. "Then the other elephants will see what I can
+do. I wonder if it will be easy, on account of the ground being soft
+from the rain?"
+
+On and on through the jungle wandered Umboo. He was big enough to
+travel by himself now, though of course he did not want to leave his
+mother, nor the herd, which was like home to him. He was one of a big
+family of elephants, some being his sisters, his brothers or his
+cousins.
+
+All around him, through the forest, Umboo could hear the other
+elephants crashing about in the wet. They were looking for good things
+to eat, and none of them went very far away from the others. They
+wanted to be near where they could hear Tusker sound his trumpet call
+of danger, if he had to do so.
+
+But Umboo being young, and perhaps rather foolish, thought he could go
+off as far as he pleased into the jungle.
+
+"I can find my way back again, after I have knocked over a big tree,"
+he thought to himself. "It will be easy."
+
+The elephant boy saw several trees with bunches of palm nuts on them,
+but none was large enough for him. He wanted to pick out an extra
+large one; not as big, of course, as his mother or father or Tusker
+could have butted over, but still one bigger than the other trees he
+had been used to knocking down.
+
+At last, when he had tramped on quite a distance through the mud and
+water of the jungle, Umboo saw before him a fine, large palm tree.
+Growing in the top, so far up that he could not reach any except the
+very lowest, and littlest, ones, were a number of clusters of palm
+nuts.
+
+"Ah! That's the tree I'll knock down!" thought Umboo.
+
+He went up to it, and looked at the ground around the roots. It was
+soft and spongy as he stepped on it, and water oozed out.
+
+"This ought to be easy," said the elephant to himself. "Very easy!"
+
+He put his head against the trunk of the tree and pushed. At first the
+tree only swayed a little, as though blown by the wind. Then the
+elephant boy, who was quite strong now, pushed harder and harder. Then
+he drew back his head and struck the palm tree a hard blow.
+
+And then, all of a sudden, over it went, the roots pulling loose from
+the soft, wet ground. Over the tree went, falling with a crash!
+
+"Ah ha!" laughed Umboo. "That's the way to do it! Keedah was right! It
+is very easy to knock over a tree when the ground is soft and muddy.
+Now for some good nuts to eat."
+
+With his trunk Umboo pulled the palm nuts off the tree and stuffed
+them into his mouth. An elephant's trunk is to him what your hands are
+to you children.
+
+After he had eaten as many of the nuts as he wanted (and you may be
+sure that was quite a number, for elephants have big appetites) Umboo
+tore off a large branch, with nuts clinging to it and started off
+through the jungle with it.
+
+"I'll take this back to the herd with me," he thought. "My mother or
+father may like it. And I can show it to Keedah. He can tell by the
+size of this branch that the tree I knocked over must be a big one.
+Then I'll bring him here and show him the tree. I'm almost as big and
+strong as he is."
+
+So thinking, Umboo went on through the forest. Each tree, leaf and
+vine was dripping water, for it was still raining hard. Steam arose
+from the ground, for the earth was hot and the water was warm, as it
+always is in the jungle.
+
+Perhaps it was this steam, which was like a fog, rising all around
+him, that puzzled Umboo. And most certainly he was puzzled, for, when
+he had been walking quite a distance, he suddenly stopped and
+listened.
+
+"This is strange," he said to himself. "I don't hear any of the other
+elephants. And I ought to be back with the herd now."
+
+He listened more carefully, flapping his ears which were, by this
+time, about as large as a baby's bath tub. They were still growing. To
+and fro Umboo moved his ears, listening first one way and then the
+other. He could hear the patter of the rain, and the chatter of a
+monkey now and then, also the fluttering of the big jungle birds,
+with, every little while, the rustle of a snake. But the elephant boy
+could not hear the noise made by the other elephants.
+
+"I guess I haven't walked far enough," he said to himself. "I must go
+along through the jungle some more. But I did not think I came as far
+as this when I was looking for a tree to knock over."
+
+So, taking a tighter hold of the branch of palm nuts in his trunk, off
+started Umboo again, splashing through the muddy puddles. He looked
+this way and that, and he listened every now and then, stopping to do
+this, for he made so much noise himself, as he hurried along, that he
+could hear nothing else.
+
+"Well, this is certainly funny!" thought Umboo, when he had stopped
+and listened about ten times. "I can't hear any other elephants at
+all. I wonder if they could have gone away and left me?"
+
+Then he knew, that, though the other animals might have gone away and
+left him, his father and mother would not do this.
+
+"And," thought Umboo, "if there had been any danger from hunters and
+their guns, Tusker would have sounded his call, and I would have heard
+that. I guess I haven't gone back far enough."
+
+Then he hurried on again, but, after awhile, when he had listened and
+could hear nothing of the herd of elephants, and could not see them
+through the trees, Umboo began to be afraid.
+
+"I guess I must be lost!" he said. "That's it! My mother said it might
+happen to me, and it has. I'm lost!"
+
+And so he was! Poor Umboo was lost in the jungle, and the rain was
+coming down harder than ever!
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VII
+
+UMBOO AND THE SNAKE
+
+
+"Weren't you terribly frightened?" asked Chako, the lively monkey, as
+he swung by his tail from a bar in the top of his circus cage.
+"Weren't you dreadfully scared, Umboo, when you found out you were
+lost in the jungle?"
+
+"Indeed I was," answered the elephant boy, who was telling his story
+to his friends in the big, white tent.
+
+"I was lost once, in the jungle like that," went on the monkey chap,
+"and all I had to eat was a cocoanut. And I--"
+
+"Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" cried Humpo the camel. "Are we
+listening to your story, Chako, or to Umboo's?"
+
+"Oh, that's so! I forgot!" exclaimed Chako. "Go on, Umboo. I won't
+talk any more."
+
+"Well, I won't either--at least for a while," said Umboo. "For here
+come the keepers with our dinners. Let's eat instead of talking."
+
+And surely enough, into the circus tent came the men with the food for
+the animals--hay for the elephants, meat for the lions and tigers, and
+dried bread and peanuts for the monkeys.
+
+Then after a sleep, which most animals take about as soon as they have
+eaten, it was time for the circus to begin. Into the tent where the
+jungle folk were kept, came the boys and girls, with their fathers and
+mothers, or uncles, aunts and cousins.
+
+"Oh, look at the big elephant!" cried one boy. "I'm going to give him
+some peanuts!" and he stopped in front of Umboo.
+
+"No, don't!" cried a little girl who was with the boy. "He might bite
+you."
+
+"Pooh! He can't!" said the boy. "He can only reach me with his long
+nose of a trunk, and there aren't any teeth in that. His teeth are in
+his mouth, farther up."
+
+"Well, he's got a pinching thing on the end of his trunk," spoke the
+little girl, "and he can nip you."
+
+"I don't guess he will," went on the boy. "Anyhow I'd like to give him
+some peanuts."
+
+"And I'd like to have them," said Umboo, in elephant talk, of course,
+which the other animals could understand, but which was not known to
+the little boy and girl, nor to the other children in the circus tent.
+
+Then the little boy grew brave, and held out a bag, partly filled with
+peanuts, to Umboo, who took them in his trunk, and chewed them up,
+first, though, taking them out of the bag, for he did not like to chew
+paper.
+
+"I wish I could ride on the elephant's back!" said the little boy.
+
+"Children do ride on the backs of elephants in India, the country
+where you and I came from, don't they, Umboo?" asked Snarlie, the
+tiger, when the children had passed on to the tent where the
+performers were to do their circus tricks.
+
+"Oh, yes, many a ride I have given children in India," said Umboo.
+"But that was after I was caught in the jungle trap and tamed."
+
+"Tell us about that!" begged Chako.
+
+"All in good time! All in good time," said the big elephant, in a sort
+of drowsy voice, for he had hardly slept through all his nap that day,
+before the circus crowds came in. "I have yet to tell you how I was
+lost, and how I got back to the rest of the herd. But seeing the
+children remind me of the days in India," added Umboo.
+
+"And it reminded me also," spoke Snarlie. "Well do I recall how little
+Princess Toto rode on the back of a great elephant like yourself,
+Umboo, and how it was then I first saw her. Afterward I went to live
+with her, and there was a palace, with a fountain in it where the
+water sparkled in the sun."
+
+"What's a palace?" asked Chako, the monkey. "Is it something good to
+eat, like a cocoanut?"
+
+"Indeed it is not," said Snarlie. "A palace is a big house, like this
+circus tent, only it is made of stone. Princess Toto and I lived
+there, but now I live in a circus, and I shall never see Toto again! I
+liked her very much."
+
+"I like children, too," said Woo-Uff, the lion, in his deep, rumbly
+voice. "Once a little African boy named Gur was kind to me, and gave
+me a drink of water when I was caught in the net. He was a good boy."
+
+"Did he ride on an elephant's back?" asked Snarlie.
+
+"I never saw him do that," answered the lion, "though he may have. But
+the elephants of Africa, where I came from, are wilder, larger and
+more fierce than those of India, where our friend Umboo used to live.
+People hardly ever ride on an African elephant's back."
+
+"Well, let us hear more of Umboo's story," suggested Humpo, the camel.
+"It seems to me everyone is talking but him."
+
+"That's so," spoke Horni, the rhinoceros. "Please go on, Umboo. Tell
+us about how you were lost in the jungle."
+
+So the big circus elephant, slowly swaying to and fro, and gently
+clanking his chains, told more of his jungle story.
+
+When he looked all around among the trees, which were dripping water
+from the heavy rain, and when he could not see any of the other
+elephants, Umboo felt very badly indeed. For animals, even those who
+live in the jungle, get lonesome, the same as you boys and girls do
+when you go away from home.
+
+"Well, if I am lost," thought Umboo to himself, as he held the branch
+of palm nuts, "I must see if I can not find the way home." For though
+elephants have no real home, traveling as they do to and fro in the
+jungle so much, Umboo called "home" the place where he had last seen
+his mother and the rest of the herd.
+
+Since Umboo could not see a long way through the trees, as he might
+have done if he had eyes as sharp and bright as a big vulture bird, he
+had to do what most elephants do--smell. So he raised his trunk in the
+air, dropping the palm branch to the ground, and sniffed as hard as he
+could. He wanted to smell the elephant smell--the odor that would come
+from the herd of the big animals who were somewhere in the jungle
+eating leaves and bark.
+
+But Umboo could not smell them. Nor could he smell any danger, and he
+was glad of that.
+
+All the smells that came to him were those of the jungle--the soft mud
+smell, the odor of wet, green leaves and the smell of the falling
+rain. All those smells Umboo knew and loved. But he could not smell
+the other elephants, and if he could have done so he would have known
+which way to walk to get to them.
+
+Slowly he turned himself around, so as to smell each way the wind
+blew, toward him and from him. But it was of no use. No elephant smell
+came to him.
+
+"I guess I am too far away," thought the elephant boy to himself. "I
+must walk on farther. Then I'll come to where my mother is. I wish I
+had not gone away from her."
+
+Picking up the palm branch again, with the sweet nuts still fast to
+it, Umboo started off once more through the mud and water. The rain
+came down harder than ever, but he did not mind that. It washed his
+skin of the dried mud and dust that had been on it some time, and when
+it rained the bugs did not bite so much. Also the rain was not cold,
+for it was pleasant and warm in the jungle. Only it was lonesome to
+the elephant boy, who, never before, had been so long away from his
+mother.
+
+On he tramped, splashing this way and that through the puddles, wading
+through little brooks and, once, even swimming over a small river,
+for, by this time Umboo was as good a swimmer as the other elephants.
+
+"But I don't remember swimming that river before," said Umboo to
+himself, as he crawled out on the farther bank, with the branch of
+palm nuts held high in his trunk. "Surely I must have come the wrong
+way. I am worse lost than ever!"
+
+And so Umboo was. But there was no help for it. He must keep on, and
+he hoped, before it grew dark, that he would find the herd, and his
+mother with it.
+
+After he had swum across the river Umboo pushed on through the jungle
+for a mile or more. All at once he heard, off to one side, something
+crashing through the bushes much as he was doing.
+
+"Ha! Perhaps that is another elephant!" thought Umboo. "Maybe it is my
+mother or my father, or perhaps Old Tusker coming to look for me. I
+shall be glad of that!
+
+"Hello there!" cried Umboo in elephant talk. "Is that you, Mother?
+Here I am, over here!"
+
+The crashing of the bushes stopped, and a loud voice said:
+
+"No, I am not your mother. What is the matter with you, elephant boy?"
+and out of the jungle came stalking a big rhinoceros. On his head,
+close to the end of his nose, grew a long, sharp horn. At first Umboo
+was afraid of this horn, but the rhinoceros did not seem to be cross,
+and the elephant boy went closer to him.
+
+"The matter with me," said Umboo, "is that I am lost. I went out in
+the jungle, away from where our herd of elephants was feeding, and now
+I can't find my way back again. Can you tell me where my mother is,
+Mr. Rhino?"
+
+"I am sorry to say that I can not," answered the rhinoceros,
+scratching his leg with his horn. "But why did you go away from the
+herd?"
+
+"I wanted to go out in the jungle and knock over a big tree," said
+Umboo. "Keedah, one of the boys in the herd, said it was easy to do
+when the ground was soft from the rain."
+
+"And did you do it?" asked the rhinoceros.
+
+"Yes," answered Umboo, "I did. This branch of palm nuts is from the
+tree I knocked over with my head. I'd give you some, only I am saving
+them for my mother."
+
+"Oh, that's all right; thank you," said the other jungle beast. "I
+don't care much for palm nuts anyhow, and I'd rather you would save
+them for your mother."
+
+"Do you know where my mother is?" asked Umboo eagerly.
+
+"I am sorry to say I do not," was the reply. "I have been wandering
+about the jungle myself, looking for a rhinoceros friend of mine, but
+I haven't found him."
+
+"Did you see a herd of elephants?" asked Umboo eagerly.
+
+"No, I didn't exactly see them," answered Mr. Rhino, "but about two
+showers ago I heard a big noise in the jungle back of me, and perhaps
+that was the elephant herd."
+
+Mr. Rhino said "two showers ago," instead of "two hours," you see,
+because the jungle animals have no clocks or watches, and they tell
+time by the sun, or by the number of rain-showers in a day. And Umboo
+knew that very well, so he knew about how long ago it was that the
+rhinoceros had heard the loud sounds of which he spoke.
+
+"Oh, so you heard the elephants, did you?" exclaimed Umboo. "I am glad
+of that. Now I'll hurry off and find them. Thank you for telling me."
+
+"Oh, that's all right," politely answered the rhinoceros. "I hope you
+find your mother and other friends. Good-bye!"
+
+He wiggled his horn at Umboo, who waved his trunk with the palm tree
+branch in it, and once more, off through the jungle started the
+elephant boy.
+
+On and on he went. But either he did not go the right way, or two
+showers ago was longer than either he or the rhinoceros thought, for
+Umboo did not even smell the other elephants, much less see them or
+hear them.
+
+"Oh, dear!" thought Umboo again. "I'm surely lost as bad as before!
+What shall I do?"
+
+He stood and looked about him in the dripping wet jungle. He felt
+hungry, but he did not like to eat the palm nuts he was saving for his
+mother, so he chewed some leaves from a tree, and nibbled a bit of
+bark. But neither was as good as the palm nuts would have been.
+
+Then, as Umboo stood there, he suddenly heard a loud, hissing noise.
+It seemed to come from right under his feet, and, looking down, he saw
+a large snake.
+
+Now all jungle animals are afraid of snakes for the serpents can bite
+and poison at the same time. So though a snake may not be very strong,
+he can kill by poison some of the strongest beasts. Thus it was that
+Umboo, who would have fought even a tiger, was afraid of the snake.
+
+"Ah, ha! You would nip me, would you?" cried the elephant, as he
+raised his big foot to crush the snake before it had a chance to bite
+and poison him.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER VIII
+
+UMBOO FINDS HIS MOTHER
+
+
+"Did the snake bite you?" asked Chako, the funny monkey chap, who was
+hanging by his tail, upside down, listening to the story told by
+Umboo. "Did the snake bite you?"
+
+"Oh, can't you keep quiet?" asked Woo-Uff, the lion, in his deep,
+rumbly voice. "Let Umboo alone! He'll tell us what happened."
+
+"Oh, I beg your pardon," said Chako. "I was so anxious that I could
+hardly wait to hear. We monkeys are very much afraid of snakes, you
+know."
+
+"So I have heard," said Woo-Uff. "Please go on, Umboo."
+
+So Umboo told the rest of his story.
+
+In the jungle he stood, with one foot raised, ready to crush the big
+snake.
+
+"Please do not step on me!" hissed the snake, for that was his way of
+talking. "Please do not put your big foot on me, elephant boy!"
+
+"But I am afraid you will bite me," said Umboo.
+
+"No, I'll not do that," answered the snake. "I do sometimes bite, when
+I am hungry, but I am not hungry now. Besides, you are quite too big
+to bite."
+
+"Oh, ho, if you feel that way about it, all right," said Umboo, and he
+put his foot down, but not on the snake. "There are much larger
+elephants though, than I am. I wish I could see some of them now. Tell
+me," he asked the hissing serpent, "did you see anything of the
+elephant herd on your travels through the jungle?"
+
+"No, not exactly," the snake made answer. "But, as you were kind
+enough not to step on me, I will do you a favor. I will show you the
+way through the jungle to where the other elephants are.
+
+"Can you do it?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Surely," replied the snake. "We serpents are the wisest of all
+creatures, not even excepting you big elephants. For we have to stay
+so low down on the ground that we would easily be stepped on and
+killed by other beasts, if we were not wise enough to keep out of the
+way. So, though I have not seen your mother, or the elephant herd, I
+can find them for you."
+
+"How did you know I was looking for my mother?" asked Umboo. "I did
+not tell you that."
+
+"No, but you told the rhinoceros," said the snake.
+
+"Ha! Then you must have very good ears, Mrs. Snake, to have heard
+that, for it was a long way from here," said Umboo. "You must have
+very good ears indeed, though they are not as large as mine. In fact I
+can not see them at all."
+
+"Never mind about my ears," said the snake. "I told you we serpents
+were very wise. We know many things. And now, if you please, follow me
+and I will show you the way through the jungle to where your mother
+is, and the rest of the herd. But as I have to crawl along on the
+ground, please be careful not to step on me. We snakes do not like to
+be stepped on."
+
+"I'll be careful," promised Umboo.
+
+Then the snake glided, or crawled, along through the jungle, and
+Umboo, watching which way she went, followed, carrying in his trunk
+the branch of palm nuts for his mother.
+
+On and on went the snake, now and then stopping to coil and raise her
+head above the ground so she might listen. The water drops glistened
+on her shiny scales, and she was very beautiful in color, though she
+was so dangerous and deadly.
+
+"What are you stopping for?" asked Umboo at one time.
+
+"I am trying to listen to hear the tramp of the herd of elephants,"
+the snake answered. "Do not make any noise."
+
+So Umboo stood still, and was very quiet, but he could hear nothing.
+However, the snake must have heard, for she uncoiled herself and
+started off another way, saying:
+
+"Follow me, Umboo."
+
+"How did you know my name was Umboo?" asked the elephant boy. "I did
+not tell you that."
+
+"We serpents are wise, and know many things," was the answer, and
+Umboo began to believe that.
+
+"It is a good thing I met her," he said to himself, as he followed the
+glistening snake through the jungle. "I am glad I did not step on her
+as I was first going to do."
+
+On and on through the jungle went Umboo, following the guiding snake,
+whose glistening scales and bright colors he could easily see amid the
+green leaves and bushes. At last the snake came to a stop and once
+more coiled and reared up her head.
+
+"Make no noise, big elephant boy!" she hissed.
+
+Umboo stood still and was very quiet.
+
+"Ha! I thought so!" said the snake. "Go over that way," and she
+pointed with her head. "Walk about a mile, straight along, and you
+will come to your mother and the herd of elephants."
+
+"How do you know?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Because I can hear them," answered the snake. "I can hear the
+tramping of their big feet. I can hear them trumpeting through their
+long noses of trunks, and I can hear them tearing down the tree
+branches and stripping off the bark. That is how I know.
+
+"I would go closer, and take you nearer to them, but some of them
+might step on me, without finding out first, that I would do them no
+harm. But you can easily find your way from here. Keep straight on,"
+said the snake.
+
+"Thank you, I will," answered Umboo. "I would give you some of these
+palm nuts, only I am saving them for my mother."
+
+"Thank you," said the snake. "But I do not eat palm nuts. Take them on
+to your mother, elephant boy."
+
+Then the snake glided away through the jungle, and, watching the end
+of her tail vanish under a bush, Umboo started off by himself. He had
+not heard the sounds spoken of by the serpent, but he knew the noises
+were such as a herd of elephants would make.
+
+"She must have good ears, to hear what she heard," thought the
+elephant boy. "And yet her ears were not as large as mine."
+
+So, flapping his own big ears, and wishing he could hear with them as
+well as the snake could with her small ones, Umboo stalked on through
+the jungle in the way she had told him to go.
+
+It was not very long before he heard a crashing sound. Then he lifted
+his trunk, still holding the palm branch, and he sniffed and snuffed.
+And then, to the long, rubbery nose of the elephant boy, came the wild
+smell of other jungle animals.
+
+"Ah! Now I smell the herd!" he cried. "Now I am not lost any more!
+Hurray!"
+
+Of course when an elephant says "Hurray" it is different than the way
+you boys and girls say it. But it means the same thing.
+
+On hurried Umboo. The crashing noises sounded more plainly now, and
+the elephant smell became stronger. Then, as he burst his way through
+the bushes, Umboo saw the other elephants standing together in a
+little clearing in the jungle, and Umboo's mother seemed to be talking
+to them.
+
+"Ha!" suddenly cried Keedah, the larger elephant boy, as he saw the
+lost one. "Here he comes now! Here is Umboo!"
+
+Mrs. Stumptail swung around and started toward him.
+
+"Where in the world have you been?" she asked. "Why, Umboo! I have
+been so worried about you, and so has your father! We were just going
+out into the jungle to look for you."
+
+"That's what we were," said Tusker. "And hard work it would have been
+with night coming on. We want to travel to a new place, too, and
+looking for you would have held us back. What do you mean by going off
+by yourself this way?"
+
+"I went to see if I could knock over a big palm tree when the ground
+was soft from rain," said Umboo.
+
+"And did you do it?" asked Mr. Stumptail.
+
+"I did," answered Umboo. "I knocked over a big tree. It was easy, and
+here is a branch of it for you, and it has some nuts on," and he
+handed his mother the one he had brought with him all the way through
+the jungle.
+
+"Oh, thank you!" said Mrs. Stumptail. "You are a very good boy, Umboo,
+and I shall like these nuts very much. But why did you stay away so
+long?"
+
+"I was lost," answered the elephant chap. "I could not find my way
+back after I knocked over the tree. I met a rhinoceros, but he could
+not tell me where you were. Then I met a kind snake, and she showed me
+how to find you."
+
+"Well, don't get lost again," said Umboo's mother. "We are glad you
+have come back, for, as Tusker says, we are about to travel on, and we
+did not want to leave you behind. So get ready now, we are going to a
+new part of the jungle."
+
+A little later the herd started off, and Umboo walked with some of the
+other young elephants, or calves, as they are called. He told them the
+different things that happened to him when he was lost in the jungle.
+
+On and on went the herd of elephants. They traveled nearly all night,
+and the next day they stopped to rest, for the sun was too hot for
+even such big, strong beasts.
+
+Umboo and the others were feeding in a quiet part of the forest, when
+suddenly Tusker, who was always on the watch, no matter whether he was
+eating or not, gave a loud trumpet call.
+
+"Ha! That means danger!" thought Umboo, who, by this time knew the
+meaning of the different calls. "I wonder what it can be?"
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER IX
+
+TO THE SALT SPRING
+
+
+Quickly, as the other elephants in the jungle heard the trumpet call
+of Tusker, they ran in from the different trees, where they were
+pulling off leaves or stripping bark, and gathered around the big
+leader. Tusker stood with upraised trunk, his eyes flashing in the
+sun.
+
+"What is it?" asked Mr. Stumptail, and some of the others. "What is
+the matter now?"
+
+"I smell danger," cried Tusker. "I smell the man-smell, and that
+always means danger to us. There are hunters coming--either black or
+white--and they will have guns or bows and arrows to shoot us. We are
+near danger and we must go far away. Come, elephants--away!"
+
+Tusker raised his trunk again, and took a long breath through it. He
+was smelling to see in which direction the danger of the man-smell
+lay, and he would turn aside from that.
+
+"The smell comes from the South," he said to the other elephants. "We
+must march to the North! Come!"
+
+So he led the way through the jungle, Umboo and the other elephants
+following. As yet only a few of the others had smelled the danger-
+smell, and none of them heard any noise made by the hunters, if they
+were coming to shoot their guns or bows and arrows. But they all knew
+that Tusker was a wise elephant, and would lead them out of trouble.
+So they followed him.
+
+On and on through the jungle crashed the big animals. They did not
+stop when trees and bushes got in their way, but broke them down, and
+stepped on them. A rush of elephants through the jungle to get away
+from danger is almost as hard to stop as a runaway locomotive and
+train of cars.
+
+"Can you keep up with us?" asked Umboo's mother of him as he trotted
+along beside her. "Are we going too fast for you?"
+
+"Oh, no. I can go quite fast now," said the elephant boy, and he
+really could, for he had grown much in the last few months. Plenty of
+palm nuts and the bark and leaves of the jungle trees had made him
+taller and stronger, and his legs were better fitted for running.
+
+Still Tusker was a wise old elephant, and he knew, even in running
+from danger, that it was not well to go so fast that the smaller
+animals in the herd could not keep up. If he did that they would fall
+behind, and be caught or killed. So, every now and then the old
+elephant leader stopped a bit, and looked back. If he saw any of the
+boys or girls lagging, or going slow, he would stop for them to rest a
+little.
+
+Still, even with rests now and then, the herd went on very fast,
+crashing through the jungle, to get away from the danger. At last
+Tusker stopped, and said:
+
+"Well, I think we have come far enough. We are beyond the reach of the
+hunters now. We can stop and eat and sleep in peace."
+
+So the elephants stopped. You see, now, why it was they had no regular
+homes. They have to move so often, either to go to new places in the
+jungle to find food, or to run from danger, so that a cave, such as
+lions or tigers have, or a nest, such as birds live in, would be of no
+use to elephants. They must live in the open, ready to hurry on for
+many miles at a moment's notice.
+
+Tusker, and some of the older and wiser beasts, listened as well as
+they could, flapping their big ears slowly to and fro. They also
+smelled the air with their trunks. And, as there was no sign of
+danger, they felt that it would be safe to take a long rest.
+
+They were hungry; for running, or exercise, gives elephants appetites
+just as it does you boys and girls. And some of the smaller elephants
+were sleepy. For, though they do not lie down to rest, elephants must
+sleep, as do other beasts, although they do it standing up. That night
+the herd remained quietly in the new spot in the jungle whither Tusker
+had led them. Some of them ate and some of them slept, and when
+morning came they went to a river of water; and each one took a long
+drink. Some of them swam about, and it was now that Umboo and the
+young elephants had some fun.
+
+For you know that jungle beasts--even the largest of them--like to
+play and have fun. You have seen kittens at play, and puppy dogs; and
+little lions and tigers, as well as the smaller elephants, like to do
+the same thing--have fun.
+
+Umboo was standing on the bank of the river, having just been in for a
+swim, when Batu, another elephant boy, came up to him.
+
+"Do you want to have some fun?" asked Batu.
+
+"Yes," answered Umboo. "What doing?"
+
+"Do you see Keedah over there, scraping his toe nails on a big stone?"
+asked Batu, for sometimes the toe nails of elephants grow too long and
+too rough, and have to be worn down. Keedah was doing this to his.
+
+"Yes, I see him," answered Umboo. "What about him?"
+
+"This," answered Batu, with a chuckling laugh that made him shake all
+over, for he was quite fat. "We will go up to him, as he stands with
+his back to the water, and while I am talking to him, and asking if
+his toe nails hurt, you can give him a push and knock him into the
+river."
+
+"Oh, yes, we'll do that. It will be fun!" laughed Umboo.
+
+For he knew that it would not hurt Keedah to splash into the water,
+and the elephant boys and girls used often to play that trick on one
+another, just as you children, perhaps, do at the seashore.
+
+So up to the elephant boy, who was scraping his toe nails on a stone,
+slyly went Umboo and Batu. And Batu said:
+
+"Ah, Keedah! Do your toes hurt you very much?"
+
+"Oh, no, not so very much," was the answer. "I am getting to be a big
+elephant now, and I do not mind a little hurt."
+
+"Ha! Then maybe you won't mind this!" suddenly cried Umboo with a
+laugh, as he quietly went up close to Keedah, and, butting him with
+his head, as a goat butts, knocked him down the bank into the river.
+
+"Oh! Ugh! Blurg! Splub!" cried Keedah, as he splattered about in the
+water. "What are you doing that for?"
+
+"Oh, just to have some fun," answered Umboo and Batu, laughing as they
+ran off.
+
+"Well, I'll show you some more fun!" cried Keedah, as he scrambled up
+the river bank, and ran after the other two elephant boys, his trunk
+raised high in the air.
+
+Umboo and Batu ran as fast as they could, of course, and Keedah raced
+after them. Finally he caught them, and struck them with his trunk.
+But it was all in fun, and no one minded it. Then, a little later,
+when Umboo was standing near the river, Keedah came up behind him and
+knocked him into the water.
+
+"Now we are even!" laughed Keedah as he ran away.
+
+"I don't mind!" said Umboo. "I was going in for another swim, anyhow.
+I like to be wet."
+
+So he splashed about in the water and had fun, as did the other
+elephant boys and girls, and the larger elephants watched them, and
+let the water soak into their own tough hides.
+
+For about a week the herd of elephants stayed near the jungle river.
+It was a good place for them. Many palm trees grew about, and there
+were plenty of other things to eat. There was water to drink and bathe
+in, and shade to rest in when the sun beat down too hot on the jungle.
+So the elephants liked it there.
+
+But one day when Umboo and Batu were thinking up another fun-trick to
+play on Keedah, suddenly the trumpet call of Tusker was heard again.
+
+"More danger!" exclaimed Umboo. "I wonder what it is this time?"
+
+"Let us go ask," suggested Batu. "The others are getting ready to
+leave. They are closing in. Perhaps we have to run away again."
+
+And that is just what the elephants had to do.
+
+"It is the hunters once more!" cried Tusker. "I smell the man-smell!
+The danger-smell comes down to me on the wind. We must hurry on. Once
+more the hunters are after us!" and he trumpeted loudly on his trunk,
+to call in from the farthest parts of the forest the elephants who
+might have wandered away for food.
+
+Soon the herd was on the march again. Swiftly they went through the
+jungle, breaking down small trees and big bushes. They stopped not for
+thorns, nor anything else in the path. On and on they went, crashing
+along--anywhere to get away from the hunters with their guns and
+arrows.
+
+"Are these the same hunters from whom we ran before?" asked Umboo of
+his mother, as he trotted along beside her.
+
+"I do not know," she answered. "It may be that they are."
+
+For many miles Tusker led his elephant friends through the jungle.
+Then suddenly he stopped and gave a loud trumpet call.
+
+"Does that mean it is all right, and that we can stop to rest?" asked
+Umboo.
+
+"I do not think so," said Mr. Stumptail. "That still is Tusker's
+danger call. Perhaps there are hunters ahead of us, as well as
+behind."
+
+Tusker stopped, and around him gathered the other elephants.
+
+"What is the matter?" asked Umboo.
+
+"See, boy," answered the old elephant. "There is a fence of big trees
+ahead. We can not get through that. It is right across our path," and
+with his trunk he pointed to where there was, indeed, a high fence
+made of trees, cut down and set closely in the earth and so strong
+that even the biggest elephant would have had hard work to knock them
+down.
+
+"Well, if we can't go that way we can go another," said Tusker.
+
+So he turned about, and walked off another way, the other elephants
+following him.
+
+"Who put the fence there, Mother?" asked Umboo.
+
+"I do not know," answered Mrs. Stumptail. "Perhaps the hunters did, so
+we could not get into their gardens and eat the corn and other things
+that grow there. Very good things grow in the gardens which the white
+and black men plant, and, more than once in the night, I have broken
+in and eaten them. But it is dangerous, and Tusker does not want to
+lead us into danger. We will keep away from the fence."
+
+Now, though the elephants did not know it, this fence was not built to
+keep elephants out of a garden. There were no gardens in that part of
+the jungle. The fence was put up by hunters on purpose to turn the
+elephants back, and soon you shall hear why this was done.
+
+"Are we in danger now?" asked Umboo of his father as they hurried
+along, close beside Tusker.
+
+"No, I think we are all right now," said the oldest, wisest and
+largest elephant of the herd. "I am going to lead you to the salt
+springs, where we can taste the salt of the earth. One way is as good
+as another, and if the fence stops us on one path we will go a new
+way. We are going to the salt springs."
+
+Every year the herds of elephants in India come down to eat salt, for
+they need it to keep them well, as horses and cows do on the farm. And
+the elephant hunters know this too, and so they get ready to capture
+the wild elephants when they come down each season to get the salt.
+
+The herd was not going so fast now. Tusker felt that they were well
+away from the hunters, and, though seeing the fence at first scared
+him a little, he now thought everything was all right.
+
+"We will have good times when we get to the salt springs," said Tusker
+to the other elephants. "There we can rest, and the hunters will not
+shoot us."
+
+"Yes, I am hungry for some salt," said Mrs. Stumptail, for she had
+been to the springs before, and so had many of the older animals.
+
+Along marched Tusker at the head of the herd, and after him came the
+others. They, too, were hungry for salt, and Umboo was quite anxious
+to taste some, for he had had very little, as yet. But he liked it
+very much, and was anxious for more.
+
+But an hour or so later, when traveling along toward where the salt
+springs bubbled up in the jungle, Tusker suddenly stopped again. Once
+more he gave the danger signal through his trunk.
+
+"What is the matter now?" asked Mr. Stumptail. "More trouble?"
+
+"Another fence!" cried the old elephant. "The jungle is full of strong
+fences! We can not go this way, either!"
+
+"What can we do?" asked Umboo. "There is a fence behind us, and now
+one in front of us. What can we do?"
+
+"Let me think a minute," said Tusker. "I fear there is danger on both
+sides of us."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER X
+
+IN A TRAP
+
+
+All the other elephants waited while Tusker stood there, swaying to
+and fro in the jungle thinking. Some people say animals do not think,
+but I believe they do. At least it is thinking to them, though it may
+not seem so to us.
+
+"Well, are we going to stay here all day?" asked a young elephant, who
+was crowded in among the others at the back of the herd. "I want to
+get to some place where I can have palm nuts to eat. I am hungry.
+Let's go on!"
+
+"Be quiet!" called Umboo's father to this elephant. "Don't you see
+that Tusker is trying to think, and find the best way out of danger
+for us. Wait a bit."
+
+So the elephants waited, and finally Tusker with a shake of his big
+ears, said:
+
+"I never knew anything like this before. Always when we have come to
+the salt springs the way has been clear. There have been no man-made
+fences to stop us. But, since they are here it must be that it is not
+meant for us to go where the fences are. Very well. I know how to get
+to the salt springs without going near these things across our paths.
+We can go straight ahead, between the two fences!"
+
+And that was just what the hunters, who had put up the fences in the
+jungle wanted. They wanted the elephants to go along between them,
+for, at the places where the fences came to an end, was a strong
+stockade, or trap, to catch the wild elephants.
+
+Umboo, and none of the other elephants knew this at the time, but they
+learned it later, to their sorrow, some of them. When hunters in the
+Indian jungle wish to capture a lot of wild elephants, to work for
+them, or to be turned into trick elephants for the circus, the hunters
+do this.
+
+First they find the place where, each year, the wild elephants come
+down from the hills, or out of the jungle, to taste the salt. For, as
+I told you, elephants must have salt once in a while, just as horses,
+cows and sheep on the farm need it. The elephants will travel a long
+way, and brave many dangers, to get salt.
+
+Knowing this the hunters build long fences on each side of the road
+leading down from the hills to the salt spring. When the elephants
+crash their way through the jungle, on their way to the salt, they
+come to one of the fences. This turns them aside, and they go along
+until they come to another.
+
+Then, just as did Tusker, and his friend Umboo and the other
+elephants, being between two strong fences, there is only one other
+thing to do. They can go between them toward the salt spring, or away
+from it. But, as they want salt very much, the big animals tramp along
+the two miles of fence toward the salty place, and, knowing the
+elephants will do this, the hunters are ready for them. Now I shall
+tell you what happened.
+
+For a few minutes longer Tusker stood swaying in the jungle. He was
+trying to think what was the best thing for him to do, for he was the
+leader of the herd, and they would all do as he did, just as a flock
+of sheep will follow the old ram, even on the dangerous railroad track
+sometimes.
+
+"Come!" trumpeted Tusker through his trunk, "we will go between the
+two fences to the salt springs."
+
+"Is the salt good, Mother?" asked Umboo, for he had only had a little
+in his life, and as I told you, hardly remembered it."
+
+"Very good, indeed," said Mrs. Stumptail. "You shall soon see and
+taste for yourself."
+
+So along through the jungle, half way between the two lines of fence,
+went the elephants, little and big. They had not gone very far before,
+all of a sudden, Tusker stopped and raised his trunk in the air.
+
+"Be careful!" he cried. "I smell danger! I smell the man smell! Oh,
+elephants, I fear something is going to happen."
+
+And something did happen.
+
+From behind the herd of elephants, and from both sides of them, came a
+terrible noise. It was as though a hundred thunderbolts had been shot
+off at once, and a terrible clapping sound was heard, as if the wings
+of great birds were flapping.
+
+These noises were made by hunters up in the trees on each side of, and
+behind, the elephants. The hunters fired their guns, making the noise
+like small thunder bolts and other black men banged pieces of dry wood
+together, making the clapping sound.
+
+The elephants were very much frightened. Never before had they heard
+anything like this.
+
+"Oh, what is it?" cried Umboo, keeping close to his mother. "What is
+it all about. Does the salt spring make that noise?"
+
+"No, it isn't that," said Mrs. Stumptail. "That must be the danger of
+which Tusker spoke. Be quiet and listen to what he is saying."
+
+The old elephant leader had to trumpet through his trunk as loudly as
+he could to be heard above the noise of the guns and clappers.
+
+"There is danger, O Elephants!" cried Tusker. "The man-smell is all
+around us, and the terrible noises are behind, and on both sides of
+us. There is only one place that is quiet, and that is straight ahead.
+We must go that way! Forward!"
+
+And straight ahead rushed the elephants, toward the place where there
+was no noise. As they went on Mr. Stumptail looked to either side and
+saw where the two lines of fence came together into a place like a big
+ring, and the ring also had a fence around it.
+
+"Look, Tusker!" cried Umboo's father. "Is it all right to go there
+where the fence is?"
+
+"It is the only place to go to get away from the hunters," said
+Tusker. "They are behind us and on both sides. Only ahead of us is
+there none. We must go that way!"
+
+And this is just what the hunters wanted. They made no noise in front
+of the elephants on purpose so they would rush that way. For, in that
+direction, was the strongly fenced-in stockade, or trap, with long
+barriers on each side leading to it.
+
+To the elephants, who were frightened by the shooting and clapping
+noises behind, and on both sides of them, the silence in front of them
+seemed just what they wanted. Toward it they ran, not knowing that the
+trap was waiting for them.
+
+Into it they rushed, the noise behind them sounding louder and louder
+now, with more guns shooting and more clappers clapping. Into the
+quiet of the stockade rushed Tusker, Mr. and Mrs. Stumptail, Umboo,
+Keedah and all the others.
+
+And then, when they were safely in the trap, a great big door of logs,
+as strong as the fence of trees of which the stockade was built, fell
+with a bang behind them, shutting the elephants in. Then the shooting
+and clapping stopped.
+
+For a moment it was quiet in the jungle, the only sound being the wind
+blowing in the trees, or the rubbing of the rough-skinned elephants'
+bodies, one against the other, making a queer, shuffling noise. The
+big animals crowded together in the middle of the stockade trap, and
+waited for what would happen next.
+
+"Is this the salt spring, Mother?" asked Umboo.
+
+"No," she sadly answered. "It is not. This is dreadful!"
+
+"What has happened?" asked Umboo. "And why do Tusker and the other big
+elephants look so scared?"
+
+"Because we are caught in a trap," answered the boy elephant's mother.
+"I have heard tell of these places, but I was never in one before."
+
+"Can't we get out?" Umboo wanted to know.
+
+"Tusker will try, and so will your father," said Mrs. Stumptail. "All
+the strong elephants will try to break out. Perhaps it will be all
+right yet. Listen, Tusker is going to speak."
+
+Tusker, the big bull, raised his trunk and said:
+
+"O, Elephants! I am sorry, but I seem to have led you into a trap. I
+did not know it was here. I tried to lead you away from the man-smell
+and away from the danger, but I have led you into worse. Now I will
+try to get you out. I see what has happened. The hunters made their
+fences in the jungle so we could only come this way--this way into the
+trap. But we shall break out!
+
+"Come over here by me, Mr. Stumptail, and you too, Mr. One Tusk, and
+you also, Bumper Head. Come, we will rush at the fence of this trap
+and batter it down. In that way we can get out. We shall fool these
+hunters yet. Come, we will batter down the fence and once more we will
+be in our jungle!"
+
+"Yes, we will knock down the fence!" cried the other big elephants
+through their trunks. And they made such a rumble, and struck the
+ground so heavily with their great feet, that the earth trembled.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XI
+
+UMBOO GOES TO SCHOOL
+
+
+"What is going to happen now?" asked Umboo the big elephant boy of his
+mother, as the great creatures stood huddled together in the middle of
+the stockade, or trap. "What is going to happen now?"
+
+"Wait and see," advised Mrs. Stumptail, and she was much worried.
+
+I have called Umboo a "big" elephant boy, for he was small no longer.
+He had grown fast since I began telling you about him as a baby
+drinking milk, and now, though of course he was not as large as his
+mother or father, nor as strong as Tusker, I must not call him
+"little" any more.
+
+"Come, Elephant brothers!" cried Tusker. "We will break down the trap
+fence, and then we shall be free to go out into our jungle again."
+
+But it was not so easy to do this as it was to say it. The men who had
+built the fences and trap well know that the elephants would try to
+get out, and the stockade had been made very strong.
+
+Besides this there had been dug, inside the trap, and close to where
+the heavy tree-stakes had been driven into the ground, a ditch, or
+trench. There was no water in this ditch but on account of the trench
+the elephants could not get near enough the inside of the fence to
+strike it with their heads. If they had done so they would have gotten
+their front feet into the dug-out place, and, perhaps, would have
+fallen over and hurt themselves.
+
+So when Tusker and the others hoped to knock the fence down by
+hitting, or butting, it with their heads, they found they could not,
+as the ditch stopped them. They could only just reach the fence by
+stretching out their trunks; they could not bang it with their big
+heads as they wanted to.
+
+"Can't we ever get out of the trap?" asked Umboo of his mother when
+Tusker and the others had found they could not knock down the stockade
+fence. "Can't we ever get out?"
+
+"And did you ever get out?" eagerly asked Snarlie, the tiger, who,
+with the other circus animals, listened to Umboo's story. "Did you
+ever get out of the trap, Umboo?"
+
+"Tell us about that part!" begged Woo-Uff, the lion. "Once I was
+caught in a trap, but it was made of a net, with ropes of bark. It was
+then that Gur, the kind boy, gave me a drink of water."
+
+"And I was in a trap also," spoke Snarlie, the striped tiger. "I fell
+into a deep pit. It was almost like your trap, Umboo, except that the
+sides were of dirt, and the pit was very deep. I could not jump out.
+But after a while I did not mind being caught, for I was taken care of
+by Princess Toto."
+
+"Let us hear how Umboo got out of the trap," said Chako, the monkey.
+
+"How do you know he got out?" asked Humpo, the camel.
+
+"Isn't he here with us now?" asked Chako, who was a very smart monkey.
+"And if he hadn't got out of the trap he wouldn't be here. Anybody
+knows that!"
+
+"Oh, yes; that's so," said Humpo, who did not think much, being quite
+content to eat hay, and let others do most of the talking. "But, all
+the same," went on the humpy creature, "I should like to hear how
+Umboo did get out of the trap."
+
+"I'll tell you," said the elephant boy, and he went on with his story.
+
+When the big elephants found, because of the ditch, that they could
+not get near enough the stockade fence to knock it down with their big
+heads, they became very wild. They raised their trunks and made loud
+trumpet sounds through them. They beat the earth with their feet until
+the ground trembled, and some of them rushed at the gate, which had
+fallen shut behind them, as they hurried into the trap to get away
+from the noise.
+
+But the gate, which had no ditch in front of it, was the strongest
+part of the trap, and the elephants could not batter it down, try as
+they did. Tusker and the others banged into it, but the gate held
+firmly.
+
+"Well, if we can't get out, what are we going to do?" asked Umboo of
+his mother.
+
+"We shall have to stay here until the hunter-men come, I suppose,"
+answered Mrs. Stumptail.
+
+"Will they shoot us?" asked Umboo.
+
+"I hope not," his mother said.
+
+But Umboo need not have been afraid of that. Elephants in India are
+worth too much to shoot. They can be sold to circuses and park
+menageries.
+
+But, better than this, the elephants in India do much work. They pull
+great wagons, that many horses could not move, and they work in lumber
+yards, piling up the big, heavy logs of teakwood, from which those
+queer, Chinese carved tables and chairs are made, and which wood is
+also used in ships. The Indians teach the elephants how to pile up big
+logs very carefully, and so straight that a big pile may be made
+without one falling off. Besides this the rich men of India, the
+Princes, own many elephants, which they ride on in little houses,
+called howdahs which are strapped to the backs of the big animals.
+
+But before the wild elephants can be used thus they must go to school,
+to learn to be gentle, and to do as their drivers, or mahouts, tell
+them to do. And so Umboo went to school and I shall tell you about
+that.
+
+Of course it was not such a school as you boys go to, and the big
+elephant boy did not have to learn to read and write. But he had to
+learn the meaning of Indian words, so that when he heard them he would
+know which meant go to the right or which to the left, and which meant
+to stand still, to kneel down or to go forward.
+
+But I am getting a little ahead of my story. Umboo was still in the
+stockade trap with the other elephants. And there they were kept two
+or three days, without anything to eat or anything to drink. Fast they
+were kept in the stockade, where they could not get out, and as the
+days passed, and they felt very badly at not having anything to eat,
+or anything to drink, the elephants grew more quiet. No longer did
+they rush at the fence, and fall into the ditch. They huddled together
+in the middle part, and rubbed their trunks against one another, as
+men, in trouble, might shake hands.
+
+"Oh, will we ever get out of this, and have sweet bark and palm nuts
+to eat again?" asked Umboo. "It was almost better to be lost in the
+jungle, as I was, than it is to be here, for then I had enough to eat.
+But of course I was lonesome without you," he said to his mother. "But
+I am hungry now."
+
+"Perhaps they will let us out, or feed us soon," she said.
+
+And, a little while after this, a noise was heard at the strong gate
+of the trap. It was slowly opened, but the elephants that were caught
+did not rush out. They feared more danger.
+
+And then, to the surprise of Umboo and the others, in through the gate
+came great big elephants, and on the tops of their heads sat men,
+dressed in black clothing. And the men had strong ropes in their
+hands.
+
+As soon as Tusker saw these men, and smelled them, he cried through
+his trunk:
+
+"Ho, Brothers! Here is danger indeed! I smell the man-smell, even
+though it comes with other elephants like ourselves. We must get away
+from the danger!"
+
+Tusker rushed at the gate, but before he could reach it two of the new
+elephants, who were tame, hurried toward him. The men on their heads
+threw the big ropes about Tusker, and he was pulled by the two
+elephants over toward a tree in the stockade, where he was made fast.
+
+Tusker tried, with all his strength to break the ropes, but they only
+slipped easily around the tree, from which the bark had been taken to
+make it smooth and slippery for this very purpose.
+
+"Be quiet, big, wild elephant," said one of the tame ones with a man
+on his head. "Be quiet and tell your friends to be quiet also. No one
+will hurt them. They will have food to eat, and sweet water to drink,
+if they are quiet."
+
+Tusker heard this, and so did some of the other wild elephants. They
+were hungry and thirsty.
+
+"Will you give us water to drink?" asked Tusker, for his trunk and
+mouth were very dry.
+
+"You shall have water enough to swim in," answered one of the
+keonkies, or tame elephants.
+
+"And may we eat?"
+
+"You shall have all the palm nuts you want. That is if you are quiet."
+
+"Then," said Tusker to Umboo, and the other wild elephants, "we may as
+well take it easy and be quiet. Raging about will do us no good, and
+we must eat and drink."
+
+So most of the wild elephants became quiet. Some of them still tore
+around, trumpeting, but the big tame elephants pulled them with ropes
+to the trees where they were made fast. Mrs. Stumptail, and the other
+mother elephants, soon calmed down, and the boys and girls, like Umboo
+and Keedah, did as their mothers did.
+
+In a short time the wild elephants were all either tied fast to trees,
+or were led away between two of the tame ones. Umboo was taken away
+from his mother.
+
+"Oh, where am I going?" he cried to the tame elephants, one on either
+side of him. "I want to stay with you, Mother! Where are you taking
+me?"
+
+"Do not make such a fuss, elephant boy," spoke one of the tame ones.
+"You will come to no harm, and you will see your mother again. You are
+going to go to school. You are young, and you will learn much more
+easily than some of the big elephants. Also you will have good things
+to eat and water to drink. Be nice now, and come with us."
+
+Umboo had to go along whether he wanted to or not, for the big, tame
+elephants would pull him by the ropes. They led him to a sort of
+stable, and there he found some green fodder, some palm nuts and a tub
+of water. And Umboo drank the water first, for he was very thirsty.
+Then he ate and he felt better, though he wondered what had become of
+his mother.
+
+But he did not wonder long, for elephants, and other animals, are not
+like boys and girls. They grow up more quickly, and get ready to go
+about for themselves, getting their own food, and living their own
+lives. And Umboo was big enough, now, to get along without his mother.
+
+"Were you once living in the jungle, as I was?" asked Umboo of Chang,
+which was the name of one of the tame elephants.
+
+"Surely," answered Chang, "I was as wild as Tusker, your big herd-
+leader. But when I was caught in the trap, as you were, and sent to
+school, I found the life here was much easier than in the jungle. It
+is true I have to do as the mahouts tell me, but they treat me kindly,
+they feed me and I never have to go thirsty, and when my toe nails get
+too long they smooth them down for me with a rough brick. Also they
+scrub my skin to keep away the biting bugs. You will like it here,
+Umboo, and soon you will go to school and learn how to pile the
+teakwood logs."
+
+"And will I ride men on my head?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Yes, you will learn to do that, and many things more," said Chang.
+But even he did not know all the wonderful things that were to happen
+to Umboo, nor how he was to go in the circus.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XII
+
+UMBOO IS SOLD
+
+
+Umboo, the big elephant boy, did not at once begin to learn the
+teakwood log-piling lesson. Just as in school you do not learn to read
+the first day, so it was with Umboo. He had to be trained by his
+keeper and the keonkies, or tame elephants.
+
+And, after the first feeling of being sorry at having been taken away
+from his mother, Umboo grew to like the new life. His mother was sent
+to another big stable, farther away, though Umboo saw her once in a
+while. With him, however, were many of the wild elephants he had known
+when the herd was in the jungle. Keedah was one of these elephants.
+
+"I don't like it here at all!" snarled Keedah, when he had been led up
+beside Umboo, a few days after they had all been caught in the trap.
+"I don't like it, and I'm not going to stay!"
+
+"What are you going to do?" asked Umboo.
+
+"I am going to run away," said the elephant boy, whom Umboo had once,
+in fun, knocked into the river. "I am going to run away, and go out in
+the jungle."
+
+"Oh, no. I wouldn't do that if I were you," quietly said one of the
+tame elephants, coming up behind Keedah just then, and the half-wild
+elephant was so surprised that he nearly dropped a wisp of hay he was
+eating.
+
+"If you ran away we should have to run into the jungle after you,"
+went on the tame elephant. "And when we brought you back you would not
+have a nice time. It is better to do as you are told, and to learn to
+do what the black and white men tell you. For then you will be kindly
+treated, and have plenty to eat. And the work you will learn to do,
+after you go to school, as you and Umboo will go, will not be hard.
+Take my advice and stay where you are."
+
+"Well, I guess I'll have to," said Keedah, with a funny look at Umboo.
+"I didn't know he heard me," he whispered, as if the tame elephant
+were a teacher in school, which, in a way, he was.
+
+And then began long days and months of lessons for Umboo and the other
+wild elephants. They were not wild any longer, for the first thing
+they learned was that the tame elephants would help them, and next
+that the white and black men would be kind to them and feed them. So
+the jungle elephants, who used to roam about with Tusker for their
+leader, lost most of their wildness, quieted down, and were sent to
+different places in India to work in the lumber yards, or to carry
+Princes on their backs.
+
+Umboo and his mother had to say good-bye, but they hoped to meet
+again, and though for a time Umboo felt sad, he soon forgot it as he
+had many things to learn.
+
+One of the first was to let a man come near him to pat his trunk, and
+to feed him. In the beginning Umboo was very much afraid, because he
+smelled the man-smell, which Tusker had so often said meant danger.
+But Umboo grew to know that not all men were dangerous. For, though
+some might be hunters, with guns and sharp arrows, those who had
+caught the wild elephants were kind to the big animals.
+
+"I wonder why I am afraid of the man?" thought Umboo. "He is much
+smaller than I am. His head hardly comes up to my tusks, and some of
+the tame elephants are even larger than I. Why are we so afraid of the
+men as to do just as they tell us?"
+
+Of course Umboo did not know, but it is because man, who is also an
+animal, is put in charge of all the beasts of the jungle, the woods
+and fields. Animals are given to help man, and to feed him. And as a
+man has more brains--that is he is smarter than animals--he rules over
+them. Thus it is that even great elephants, and savage lions and
+tigers, as well as horses, know that man is their master, and must do
+as he wants them to.
+
+So, though he could see that he was larger than a man, Umboo did not
+think much farther than this, and so he never made up his mind that,
+if he wanted to, he could run away, and that no one man could hold
+him. But perhaps it was just as well as it was, and that the elephant
+remained gentle and did as he was told, not trying to use his great
+strength against his friends.
+
+One of the first things Umboo learned was to walk along, when he was
+told to do so in the Indian language.
+
+At first Umboo did not know what this word meant. But his keeper
+gently pricked him with a sharp hook, called an "ankus," and to get
+away from the prick, which was like the bite of a big fly, Umboo
+stepped out and walked away.
+
+"Ha! That is what I wanted you to do, little one," said the Indian,
+speaking to Umboo as he might to a child. And indeed the Indian
+mahouts consider their elephants almost like children.
+
+When Umboo had learned that a certain word meant that he was to walk
+along, he was taught two others, one of which meant to go to the left,
+and the other to go to the right. Then, in a few weeks, he learned a
+fourth word, which meant to stand still, and then a fifth one, which
+meant to kneel down.
+
+And though, at first, the elephant boy did not like doing the things
+he was told to do, as well as he had liked playing about in the
+jungle, he soon grew to see that his life was easier than it had been
+with Tusker and the others.
+
+He never had to hunt for food, as it was brought to him by the
+keepers. Nor was he ever thirsty. And, best of all, he never had to
+drop what he was eating and run away, crashing through the jungle,
+because Tusker, or some other elephant had trumpeted the call of:
+
+"Danger! I smell the man-smell!"
+
+Umboo was used to the man-smell now, and knew that no harm would come
+to him. He knew the men were his friends.
+
+And so he who had once been a wild baby elephant, grew to be a tame,
+big strong beast, who could carry heavy teakwood logs on his tusks,
+and pile them in great heaps near the river, where they were loaded
+upon great ships. Umboo did not know the boats were ships, but they
+were, and soon he was to have a ride in one. But I have not reached
+that part of his story yet.
+
+Sometimes, instead of being made to pile the logs in the lumber yard,
+Umboo would be taken into the forest, where the Indians cut the trees
+down. The forest was something like the jungle where the boy elephant
+had once lived with Tusker and the others, and where he had played,
+and once been lost.
+
+In the forest were great trees of teakwood and these the elephant
+workers had to drag out so they could be loaded upon carts, with great
+wooden wheels, and brought to the river. One day Umboo and Keedah were
+taken together to the teak forest.
+
+"Now is our chance, Umboo," said the other elephant after a while as
+they went farther and farther into the woods. "Now is our chance!"
+
+"Our chance for what?" asked Umboo, speaking in elephant talk, of
+course, and which the Indian keepers did not always understand.
+
+"This is our chance to run away and go back to the jungle," went on
+Keedah. "When the men are not looking, after we have hauled out a few
+big logs, we will go away and hide. At night we can run off to the
+jungle."
+
+"No," said Umboo, shaking his trunk, "I am not going to do it. If we
+run away they will find us and bring us back. Besides, I like it in
+the lumber yard. It is fun to pile up the big logs, and lay them
+straight."
+
+"Pooh! I don't think so," said Keedah, who had not given up all his
+wild ways. "I am going to run!"
+
+And so, watching his chance, when the Indian men were not looking,
+Keedah sneaked off into the dark part of the woods. In a little while
+he was missed, and the keepers, with shouts, started after him. They
+tied Umboo to a tree with chains, leaving him there while they went to
+hunt Keedah.
+
+"They need not have chained me," thought Umboo. "I would not run away.
+I like my men friends too much, for they are good to me."
+
+The keepers got other elephants and hunted Keedah in the forest. For
+three days they searched for him, and at last they found him and
+brought him back. For Keedah had forgotten some of his wildness, and
+did not know so well how to keep away from the men who were after him,
+as he had known when he lived in the herd, with Tusker to lead the
+way.
+
+So Keedah, tired and dirty, and hungry too, it must be said--for he
+had not found good things to eat in the woods--Keedah was brought
+back. And he was kept chained up for a week, and given only water and
+not much food. This was to tame him down, and make him learn that it
+did not pay to run off when he was taken to the teakwood forest.
+
+"I wish I had done as you did, and stayed," said Keedah sorrowfully to
+Umboo. "I am not going to run away any more."
+
+So Umboo and the other wild elephants who were caught at the same time
+as he was, stayed around the lumber camp, and did work for their white
+and black masters. Sometimes a few of the elephants were sold, and
+taken away by Indian Princes, to live in stables near the palaces, to
+have gold and silver cloths fastened on their backs, and then the
+howdahs, in which rode the rich Indians, would be strapped on.
+
+Sometimes other wild elephants were brought in, having been caught as
+Umboo had been. And once Umboo helped to tame one of these little wild
+ones, telling him to be nice, as he would be kindly treated and have
+food and water.
+
+And one day new adventures came to Umboo.
+
+By this time he was a big, strong elephant, nearly fully grown, for it
+was now many years since he had been a baby in the jungle. And one
+day, as he was standing near a pile of lumber, that he had helped to
+build, one of the white men, whom he knew, and who had been kind to
+Umboo, took a handkerchief from his white, linen coat pocket, and
+wiped his face, for the day was hot.
+
+Then a little spirit of mischief seemed to enter Umboo. And this
+little spirit, or fairy, seemed to whisper:
+
+"Take his handkerchief out of his pocket with your trunk, Umboo, and
+make believe wipe your own face with it. That will be a funny little
+trick, and will make the men laugh, and maybe they will give you some
+soft, brown sugar." This the elephants like very much.
+
+Umboo saw the edge of the handkerchief sticking out of the man's
+pocket. Very softly the elephant reached put his trunk and took it.
+Then Umboo flourished the piece of white linen in the air, as the man
+had done, and pretended to use it, though Umboo's face was much larger
+than the man's, and really needed no handkerchief.
+
+The man turned around, as he heard his friends laughing, and when he
+saw what Umboo had done the man smiled and said:
+
+"Ha! That elephant is too smart to be piling lumber. I heard the other
+day where I could sell one to go in a circus. I'll sell Umboo! He will
+make a good circus elephant, to do tricks."
+
+And so Umboo was sold, though at first he did not know what that was,
+nor where he was to be taken. He only thought of how the men laughed
+when he took out the handkerchief from the pocket.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIII
+
+UMBOO ON THE SHIP
+
+
+The man who bought Umboo was one who owned part of a circus. He
+traveled about in India, and other far-off countries, looking for
+strange animals that he could send to America, across the ocean, where
+they would be put in cages and tents and shown to boys and girls, and
+also grown-up folk. You may think a circus is all fun and peanuts and
+pink lemonade, but it also teaches us something. Without a circus many
+boys and girls would never know what an elephant looks like; or a
+lion, or tiger or camel, except, perhaps, by pictures.
+
+"And I'll send this trick elephant over to a circus," said the man who
+had bought Umboo from the lumber yard. "I think he will be a smart
+elephant, and make the boys and girls laugh." He knew Umboo liked boys
+and girls, for many of them had ridden on his back as he worked in the
+lumber yard.
+
+"I thought Umboo was smart as soon as I saw him take the handkerchief
+from my pocket,' said the lumber man to the circus man. "That is why I
+sent for you to let you buy him. For I knew you wanted a smart, young
+elephant for your circus."
+
+"Yes, I am glad to get Umboo," spoke the circus man. "I wonder if he
+will do that handkerchief trick again? I'll try him."
+
+So the circus man stood near our elephant friend, and let the end of
+his handkerchief stick a little way out of his pocket.
+
+Umboo knew at once what was wanted of him.
+
+"I'll just pull that white rag out and hear the men laugh," thought
+the elephant boy to himself. "I don't know why they think it is so
+funny, but I'll do it. I guess they would think it more funny if they
+could have seen me knock Keedah into the river."
+
+Umboo reached out his trunk, when the man's back was turned toward
+him, and gently took out the handkerchief. Then the big elephant boy
+pretended to wipe his face with it.
+
+"Ha! Ha!" laughed the circus man. "That is a good trick! I must give
+the elephant a big lump of sugar."
+
+He did so, and Umboo liked it very much, letting the sweet juice
+trickle down his throat.
+
+"I wish they would give me sugar every time I take out the white rag,"
+thought Umboo. "It's fun!"
+
+After this Umboo did not pile lumber any more. He was taken out of the
+yard, and kept by himself in a small stable, and given nice things to
+eat until one day the circus man opened the door and called:
+
+"Well, Umboo, I guess we are ready to start now. You are going to say
+good-bye to India and to the jungle. You are going where Jumbo went--
+off to America to be in a circus show!"
+
+Of course Umboo did not understand all that the circus man said to
+him, but the elephant boy thought to himself:
+
+"Well, he is kind to me. He gives me sugar. I'll go with him, and pull
+that white rag out of his pocket as often as he lets me. I wonder what
+he was saying about Jumbo?"
+
+For Umboo remembered hearing the other elephants talking about Jumbo,
+who, however, came from Africa and not from India.
+
+"Come, Umboo!" called the circus man. "You are going on a big ship,
+and take a long ride. I hope you will not be seasick."
+
+Umboo did not know exactly what a ship was. He had seen big boats come
+up the river, near where he worked, to get lumber, and some of the
+elephants, who had been down near the ocean shore, said those boats
+were ships. And of course Umboo did not know what it meant to be
+seasick.
+
+However he liked the circus man, and when the elephant boy came out of
+the stable he felt around with his trunk in the man's pocket.
+
+"For," thought Umboo, "if I pull that white rag out of his coat again,
+maybe he'll give me some more sweet sugar."
+
+So, with the tip of his trunk, which could pick up little things, even
+as you can with your fingers, Umboo felt about for the handkerchief.
+He did not find it, however.
+
+"Ha! Ha!" laughed the circus man, "You did not forget, did you? You
+are going to be a good trick elephant, I'm sure. Here is my
+handkerchief, in my other pocket. I put it there to fool you!" and he
+turned about so that the white cloth could be seen hanging down on the
+other side of his coat.
+
+"Ha! That's funny!" thought Umboo. "I did not know the man had two
+pockets!"
+
+Then the elephant pulled out the handkerchief again, and the man
+laughed and gave him a extra large lump of sugar.
+
+"Now come with me, Umboo," said the man, and he led him away, out of
+the lumber yard.
+
+"Where are you going?" called Keedah, and some of the other boys.
+
+"I don't know," answered Umboo, in elephant talk, of course. "But I
+heard the man say something about making me do tricks in a circus."
+
+"Oh, then you are going to have a fine, time," said one of the
+keonkies, or tame elephants, that help train the wild ones. "If you go
+to the circus you will have fun. A friend of mine was once in one, and
+then, in his old age, he came back to India to live. And he said he
+never enjoyed himself so much as in a circus. And how he did used to
+talk about the peanuts!"
+
+"What are peanuts?" asked Umboo.
+
+"I don't know," answered the keonkie, "but Zoop--that the was the name
+of my friend--said they were almost as good as the sweet sugar and
+palm nuts."
+
+"Then they must be very good," said Umboo, "and I shall like them.
+Good-bye, friends!" he called. "Maybe some day I'll come back from the
+circus."
+
+"But you never did; did you?" asked Snarlie the tiger, who, with the
+other animals in the tent, was listening to Umboo's story. "You never
+did go back, for you are here yet."
+
+"No, I haven't gone back to India, and I don't believe I ever shall,"
+spoke Umboo. "Sometimes I wish I could go back in the jungle for a
+little while, and get a few palm nuts, but the peanuts here are just
+as good, and there is never any danger."
+
+"Please go on with your story," begged Horni, the rhinoceros. "I want
+to hear how you got over here, and joined the circus."
+
+"I came on a ship, just as you did," answered Umboo, and then he went
+on to tell how he was led away from the lumber yard.
+
+To get from the place where he had, for a year or more, been piling up
+teakwood logs, to the great, salt ocean which the ships crossed, Umboo
+had to take a ride on the railroad. He might have walked, but this
+would have taken too long.
+
+Umboo had never before seen a railroad, a railroad car or a
+locomotive, and when he first noticed the big, black engine, puffing
+out smoke and steam, the elephant boy was as frightened as when he had
+seen the snake in the jungle. Umboo raised his trunk in the air, and
+made a loud trumpet sound of danger.
+
+"Don't be afraid," said a tame elephant near by. "There is nothing to
+hurt you."
+
+"Nothing to hurt me!" cried Umboo. "What do you call that big, black
+thing, whose breath steams out of the top of his head, as mine
+sometimes comes out of my trunk on a cold morning? Nothing to be
+afraid of? Why, that is worse than a big rhino! Much worse!"
+
+"That is the engine, and it will give you a nice ride," said the tame
+elephant. "It will pull you along the shiny rails, and you will never
+have to lift your foot. Go close up to it, and see that it will not
+hurt you. Don't be afraid!"
+
+Umboo trembled, but the circus man spoke kind words to him, and then
+the elephant walked slowly up to the engine, or locomotive. It snorted
+and puffed and tooted its whistle, and at each new sound Umboo started
+back, and would have run away. But the man spoke to him, and the tame
+elephant talked to him, and finally Umboo saw that the engine did not
+get off the shiny rails.
+
+"Well, if it stays on them it can't chase after me," thought Umboo. "I
+can run to one side, but that big, black animal, that puffs steam out
+of the top of its head, can't. I guess I'll be all right."
+
+Then Umboo was led past the engine, (which, of course, did him no
+harm) up a sort of little bridge of wood--a runway--that went from the
+ground into a big freight, or box car. At first Umboo feared this
+bridge might break with him, as he was so heavy, and an elephant
+doesn't like to step on anything that will give way and let him fall.
+
+So Umboo first tried it with one foot, and then with another, and,
+finding it would not break, he stepped on it and walked into the car.
+There was plenty of straw in it, so Umboo would not be hurt if the car
+jolted as it rumbled along over the railroad tracks, and inside his
+new stable the elephant boy found some sweet roots and palm nuts.
+
+He was so interested in eating these that, at first, he did not notice
+when the train started, and before he knew it Umboo found himself
+being pulled along without having to take a step.
+
+"Ha!" thought the elephant. "It's just as the keonkie told me, I can
+move without lifting a foot! I am having a fine ride!"
+
+Two days later Umboo reached the seashore and was led from the
+railroad car, and over to a big ship that was waiting in the harbor.
+To Umboo it looked more like a big house than a ship, and when they
+took him to the gang-plank, or another run-way, as they had taken him
+to the one that led into the freight car, he was again afraid
+something would break and let him fall. But when he tried it with his
+fore-feet, and found it firm, up it he walked and soon he was in a
+sort of stable, on board the big ship.
+
+To his surprise, Umboo found other elephants there also, and from
+various parts of the ship came the smell of many different wild
+animals--camels, sacred cows from India, a rhinoceros, a buffalo and
+many strange beasts.
+
+For this was a circus ship, and was bringing to America many strange
+birds and animals from the jungle.
+
+"Now, Umboo, we are off!" said the circus man, as he came down to see
+the elephants and other creatures. "You are all going to start across
+the ocean in this big ship, and I hope none of you will be seasick."
+
+Of course Umboo and the other elephants did not understand exactly
+what the man said, but they knew he was kind to them, for he gave them
+some food to eat and water to drink.
+
+Pretty soon the ship began to pitch and toss and roll. It was out on
+the big ocean. The elephants did not so much mind the rolling motion,
+as they never stopped swaying themselves, and they were used to it,
+but some of the other animals had a bad time.
+
+I wish I could tell you all that happened on board the ship, that was
+taking Umboo to the circus, but I have not room in this book. I'll
+tell you one thing that happened, though, and Umboo often used to
+laugh about it later.
+
+One day, when the ship had been sailing about a week, a man came down
+in the hold, or stable where the elephants were. This man was a sort
+of joker. He liked to play tricks on animals and sometimes on his
+friends, and this time he thought he would play a trick on Umboo.
+
+The man took a sour lemon, and plastered it all on the outside with
+some sticky brown sugar. This he held out to Umboo, saying:
+
+"Here; have a nice, sweet lump!"
+
+Of course Umboo thought it was all sugar, but when he chewed it, and
+found inside a sour lemon, it made tears come into his eyes, and he
+curled his trunk, and made such a funny, wrinkled face, that the man
+laughed and exclaimed:
+
+"Oh, see how the elephant likes a lemon! Isn't that a funny trick!"
+
+But I don't think it was a funny trick at all, and neither did Umboo.
+As soon as he could do so, he let the sour lemon drop out of his mouth
+into the straw on which he stood.
+
+"Ha!" said the elephant next to Umboo. "If I could reach that man I'd
+tickle him with my trunk, and maybe pinch him, too."
+
+"So would I," said Umboo. "But I can't reach him," and he could not,
+for the elephant was chained fast to the wall of the ship.
+
+"But I'll know him when I see him again," exclaimed Umboo, "and the
+next time he comes near me maybe I can play a trick on him."
+
+"I hope you can," said the other elephant.
+
+And now you wait and see what happened.
+
+The ship sailed on and on over the sea, each day coming nearer and
+nearer to America, which is the land of the circus. And Umboo and the
+other animals grew tired of being kept below decks, in the darkness.
+They wanted to get out into the sunshine.
+
+Each day Umboo kept watch for the man who had given him the lemon in
+the lump of sugar, but the trick-player did not again come down where
+the elephants were.
+
+And finally, one day, the circus man came down. He quietly rubbed the
+trunk of Umboo, patted him, and spoke kind words to him, feeding him
+good sugar.
+
+"Now, my trick elephant," he said, "we will soon be going ashore, and
+we will see how you like a circus."
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XIV
+
+UMBOO IN THE CIRCUS
+
+
+Many things happened to Umboo after he was taken out of the ship in
+which he had crossed the ocean. And there were so many of them that he
+could not remember all of them to tell his circus friends who were
+listening to his story.
+
+"But did you get seasick?" asked Humpo, the camel. "That's what I want
+to know. Did you get seasick?"
+
+"No, I did not," answered Umboo. "But I was tired of staying in the
+dark part of the ship so long. I wanted to get out in the sun. And I
+wanted to see if I could do that trick again, of taking the white rag
+from the man's pocket."
+
+"And did you?" asked Snarlie, the tiger.
+
+"I did, the first chance I had," answered Umboo. "But that was not
+until I had been off the ship for a day or so."
+
+Umboo and the other animals were taken from the ship, and again put in
+railroad cars to be taken to a sort of training place. Wild animals,
+fresh from the jungle, are not taken at once to the circus. If they
+were the lions would roar, the tigers would snarl and the elephants
+would try to break loose and run away, and this would so scare the
+boys and girls who went to the circus that they would never come
+again.
+
+So circus men first send the animals to a sort of training camp. There
+is one in Bridgeport, Conn., and another in New Jersey, on the
+Hackensack meadows. There the wild beasts are taken in charge, by men
+who know how to train them.
+
+And it was to a place like this that Umboo was taken. It was not at
+all like a circus, except for the number of wild animals about. There
+was no big white tent; nothing but a sort of large barn, and there
+were no gay flags fluttering, and no bands playing music. All that
+would come later.
+
+Umboo was chained in the middle of the barn, with the other elephants,
+and some hay was given him to eat. At first the elephant, who, not
+long before, had been wild in the jungle, and later piling teakwood
+logs, was uneasy and a bit frightened. So were his companions.
+
+"But don't be afraid, Umboo," said the kind man who had come all the
+way from India with the elephant. "You will soon like it here, though
+you may not like being taught tricks. But you will like it when you
+can do funny things, and make the boys and girls laugh. Also, when you
+do your tricks well, you shall have lumps of sugar."
+
+"Well, I hope there will be no lemons inside the lumps," said Umboo to
+Char, another big beast next to him.
+
+"What is that about lemons in sugar?" asked Char.
+
+"Oh, a man on the ship played a trick on me," answered Umboo. "I
+haven't seen him since, but I am on the lookout for him, and when I do
+see him, if I get near enough--well, I'll make him wish he hadn't
+fooled me."
+
+"It was a mean trick," said Char. "I hope you find that man."
+
+For a few days the elephants, and other wild jungle animals, who were
+to be tamed and taught to do things in the circus, were left to
+themselves. This was to get them quiet after their long trip, and to
+make them feel at home.
+
+Umboo did not have to be tamed, for he was already kind and gentle.
+But some of the lions and tigers were fierce and wild, and they had to
+get to know that the circus men would not harm them. Most of the
+elephants, like Umboo, were no longer wild, but they knew nothing
+about being trained to do tricks. None of them could even so much as
+take a handkerchief out of a man's pocket, so really Umboo was one
+class ahead of them. But that did not make him proud.
+
+One day, about a week after he had come to the circus-barn, Umboo saw
+some men coming toward him with ropes and other things. Among the men
+was the one from India, and this man Umboo liked.
+
+"Now, Umboo" said this man, "you are going to learn a harder trick
+than that of taking a handkerchief from my pocket. You are going to
+learn to stand on your hind legs. It may seem hard to you at first,
+but it is easy when you know how, and you will like it. The boys and
+girls who come to the circus to see you, will like it, too, and you
+will get sugar if you do the trick well."
+
+Of course Umboo did not know all that the man said to him, but he
+understood that something new was going on, and he reached out his
+trunk to touch his friend.
+
+"I haven't any sugar for you now," said the man with a laugh, "but I
+may have some later. Let me see how you behave."
+
+The men began putting ropes around Umboo's big neck. He did not mind
+this, for it had been done before, in India, when he was to pull a
+heavy wagon of teakwood logs. But this time it was different.
+
+All of a sudden Umboo felt his front legs being lifted from the
+ground. His head and trunk went up in the air, and all his weight came
+on his hind legs. They were strong enough to bear it, but the elephant
+did not know what was going on.
+
+"It's all right, my elephant friend!" said the man from India. "Up!
+Up! Stand up! Stand on your hind legs, Umboo!"
+
+And Umboo had to do this whether he wanted to or not. The rope, on
+which the men were pulling, and which was fast to a hook in the
+ceiling of the barn over head, was lifting Umboo's front feet from the
+ground. This left him only his hind legs, and he had to stand on them
+whether he wanted to or not.
+
+If you have ever tried to teach your dog to stand on his hind legs,
+you will know what was being done to Umboo. When you try to teach your
+dog this trick, you generally take him where he can stand up in a
+corner, so he can lean against the wall and will not fall over
+backwards or sideways; for that is what he feels like doing when you
+lift up his front legs.
+
+But an elephant is so big, you see, that it would take a very large
+corner for him to back into. And he is so big and heavy that not even
+ten men could lift up his front legs. So they just hitch a rope around
+his head, and then men, hauling on the rope and pulleys, lift the
+front of the elephant, as men hoist up a piano.
+
+"Ugh!" grunted Umboo through his trunk, as he felt his head and front
+legs going up. "What in the world is this?"
+
+"Don't be afraid, my jungle friend," said an old big, tame elephant,
+who was kept in the circus barn just to make the others feel more at
+home. "Don't be afraid. You are only being taught the first of your
+tricks. I was taught the same way. It won't hurt you. Here, throw your
+weight on your back legs, and stand on them--this way."
+
+And, to the surprise of Umboo, the other elephant, without the help of
+any ropes, reared himself up in the air and stood on his hind legs
+just as your dog can do.
+
+"That's the way to do it!" said the trick elephant.
+
+"I wonder if I can?" said Umboo.
+
+"Try it," urged his new friend.
+
+And when the man loosed the ropes, and let Umboo's front legs down,
+after they had hoisted them up once, he suddenly gave a little spring,
+and up he went, standing on his hind legs all by himself, and almost
+as good as the trick beast could do it.
+
+"Well, I declare!" cried one of the men. "That elephant is the
+smartest one we ever trained. He does the trick after being shown just
+once!"
+
+"Oh, yes, I knew he was smart when he did that handkerchief trick,"
+said the man from India. "Umboo will be ready to join the circus
+before any of the others."
+
+Once more Umboo was hoisted up by the ropes, but there was really no
+need for it. He knew what was wanted of him, and he did it.
+
+"That's fine!" said the big elephant. "If you learn the other things
+as easily as you learned this trick, you will have no trouble."
+
+"Are there other tricks to learn." asked Umboo.
+
+"Oh, many of them," answered Wang, the best trick elephant in the
+circus. "You have only just begun."
+
+And Umboo found that this was so. In the ten days that followed he was
+taught many more tricks. Some of them he did not learn so easily as he
+had the one of standing on his hind legs, and the ropes had to be used
+many times. But the other trick elephants, of whom there was more than
+one, showed the untrained ones what to do, and, in time, Umboo and his
+friends could go through many "stunts," as the circus men called them.
+
+Umboo learned to lie down and "play dead," he learned to stand on a
+little stool, like an over-turned washtub, he learned to kneel down
+over a man stretched on the ground, and not crush him with the great
+body, weighing more than two tons of coal.
+
+Other tricks, which Umboo learned, were to take pennies in his trunk,
+lift up a lid of a "bank," which was a big box, drop the pennies in
+and ring a bell, as if he had put money in a cash drawer. He also
+learned to turn the handle of a hand organ with his trunk, to ring a
+dinner bell, and do many other tricks, such as you have seen elephants
+do in a circus.
+
+Then, one day, the man from India came where Umboo was, and giving him
+some peanuts, which our friend had learned to like very much, said:
+
+"Well, now it is time you joined the circus. You know enough tricks to
+make a start, and your circus-trainer will teach you more. So off to
+the circus you go, Umboo! Off to the circus!"
+
+And the next day Umboo went.
+
+
+
+
+CHAPTER XV
+
+UMBOO REMEMBERS
+
+
+Brightly in the sun gleamed the white tents. In the wind the gay flags
+fluttered. Here and there were men selling pink lemonade and peanuts.
+Around the green grass were the big wagons--wagons that needed eight
+or ten horses to pull, wagons shining with gold and silver mirrors--
+heavy, rumbling wagons, which Umboo and the other elephants had to
+push out of the mud when the horses could not pull them.
+
+"And so this is the circus, is it?" asked Umboo, as his friend, Wang,
+and he were led up to the tents.
+
+"This is the circus," spoke Wang. "But I forgot. This is your first
+one; isn't it?"
+
+"The very first," answered Umboo. "My! It's lots different from the
+barn where I learned my tricks, isn't it?"
+
+"Oh, yes, heaps different. It's more jolly," said Wang.
+
+"And it's different from the jungle," went on Umboo.
+
+"Oh, yes indeed! It isn't at all like the jungle," said Wang. "I
+remember the jungle very well. I always had to be sniffing here and
+there for danger, and often I had to drink muddy water, or else I went
+hungry. Here that never happens. All we have to do here is to perform
+our tricks, push a wagon out of the mud now and then, and eat and
+sleep. You'll like it here, Umboo."
+
+"I'm sure I shall," he answered. "But what is that funny noise?"
+
+"That is the music playing," answered Wang. "In the circus we do our
+tricks to band music. It's more fun that way."
+
+Umboo liked the music, and there was one man who played a big horn--
+larger than himself, and the horn went: "Umph-umph!" just as Tusker
+used to trumpet through his trunk.
+
+Umboo and the other elephants were taken into the animal tent, and
+placed around the outer ring, their legs chained to stakes driven in
+the ground. In cages were monkeys, lions, tigers and other beasts of
+the wood or jungle.
+
+"Was it this circus of ours which you were first taken to, Umboo?"
+asked Humpo. "I came here about a year ago."
+
+"No, it was not this one, but it was one like it," said the elephant.
+"I came here about a year ago."
+
+"I remember that time," said Snarlie. "I liked you as soon as I saw
+you, Umboo."
+
+"So did I," spoke Woo-Uff, the lion, stretching out his big paws.
+
+"Let us hear the rest of Umboo's story," suggested Chako, the monkey.
+"Did you like the circus?"
+
+"Indeed I did, very much," Umboo answered.
+
+Then he told how he stood in the ring, and watched the boys and girls,
+and the men and women, come in to look at the animals before they went
+in the main tent, to sit down and watch the performers and animals do
+their tricks and "stunts."
+
+Boys and girls, and some grown-folk, too, gave the elephants peanuts
+and bits of popcorn balls which the big fellows liked very much,
+indeed.
+
+While Umboo was standing in line, with the other elephants, waiting
+until it was time for them to go in the big tent, and perform their
+tricks, such as standing on their hind legs and getting up on small
+barrels, our jungle friend saw a man coming toward him with a bag in
+his hand.
+
+And, all at once Umboo remembered something. He looked sharply at the
+man and thought:
+
+"Ha! There is the fellow who gave me the sour lemon inside the lump of
+sugar. Now is my chance to play a trick on him."
+
+The man, with the bag in his hand, walked toward Umboo. To that man
+all elephants looked alike. He did not know he had ever seen this one
+before, and had played a mean trick on him. And the man said to
+another man who was with him:
+
+"Watch me fool this elephant. I have an empty bag. I have blown it up
+full of wind, so that it looks like a bag of peanuts. I'll give it to
+this elephant and fool him."
+
+"Maybe he'll bite you," said the other man, and the first one
+answered:
+
+"Pooh! I'm not afraid. Watch me! I fooled an elephant once before. I
+gave him a lemon in some candy, and you should see the funny face he
+made. Ha! ha!"
+
+"Ah, ha!" thought Umboo to himself. "He laughs, does he? Wait until I
+see what a funny face he is going to make."
+
+The man held out the bag of wind to Umboo. But, instead of taking it,
+and getting fooled, the wise elephant suddenly dipped his trunk into a
+tub of water that stood near. Umboo sucked his trunk full of water and
+then, all at once, before the man knew what was going to happen, Umboo
+blew the water all over him.
+
+"Whewiff!" went the water in the man's face, and all over his new
+suit, that he had put on to wear to the circus.
+
+"Oh, my!" cried the man. "What happened?" and he spluttered and
+stuttered and gurgled. "What happened?" he asked, as he backed away
+and wiped the water from his face.
+
+"I guess what happened," said the man who was with him, but who did
+not get wet, "was that the elephant played a trick on you, instead of
+you playing one on him. That's what happened!"
+
+"I guess it did," said the man, whose windblown bag was all wet and
+flabby now. "But I don't see why he did it. I never fooled him
+before!"
+
+"Maybe this is the same elephant you fooled with the lemon," said the
+second man.
+
+"It couldn't be," spoke the wet one. "That was a long while ago, on a
+ship, and an elephant can't remember."
+
+"But I did remember," said Umboo, as he told his story to his circus
+friends. "I could remember that man even now, if I saw him. And so I
+got even with him for giving me a lemon," and the big elephant
+laughed, until he shook all over like a bath-tub full of jelly.
+
+"What happened after that?" asked Umboo.
+
+"Oh, after that the man went out of the circus tent," said the
+elephant. "Everybody was laughing at him and the funny faces he made.
+But the water didn't hurt him much, and he soon dried for it was a hot
+day."
+
+"And did you do your tricks in the circus?" asked Chako.
+
+"Oh, yes, I went in the ring, and heard the music play. Then all us
+elephants stood on our hind legs, and I played the hand organ, rang a
+bell, put pennies in my bank and did many tricks. And one I did I
+liked best of all."
+
+"What was that?" asked Horni, the rhinoceros.
+
+"It was firing a little brass cannon," answered Umboo. "Some other
+elephants and myself played soldiers at war, and toward the end I had
+to pull a string with my trunk. In some way, I don't just know how,
+the string fired the cannon. None of the other elephants would do it.
+They were afraid, but I wasn't. I saw that the cannon wouldn't hurt me
+if I didn't get in front where its black mouth was, so I pulled the
+string. And when I did the cannon went 'Bang!' And the band played,
+and the big drum went 'Boom!' and the big horn went 'Umph-umph!' and
+the boys and girls yelled like anything. It was lots of fun!
+
+"I liked that circus very much. I hope, someday, they'll let me shoot
+a cannon here."
+
+"Maybe they will," said Woo-Uff, the lion. "I should like to hear it.
+But is that all your story, Umboo?"
+
+"That is all, yes. I stayed with that circus for some time, and then
+was sold again, and as you all know, brought here. And I like it here
+very much, because you are all so kind to me. And I enjoyed listening
+to the story you told, Woo-Uff, and to Snarlie's story also."
+
+"Well, we liked yours," said Chako, the monkey, as he hung by his tail
+and ate a peanut.
+
+"Is there any one else who can tell a story?" asked Snarlie. "We will
+soon be traveling on again, but after that, when we settle down to
+rest, I should like to hear another tale."
+
+"I can tell about my jungle," said Chako.
+
+"We have had enough of jungles," said Woo-Uff. "Does any circus animal
+know any other kind of stories?"
+
+"How would you like to hear one about the hot, sandy desert?" asked
+Humpo, the camel.
+
+"That would be fine!" cried Umboo. "Tell us your story, Humpo!"
+
+"I will," promised the camel. And, if all goes well, that story will
+be in the next Circus Animal Book; if you think you would like to read
+it. It will be called "Humpo, the Camel."
+
+The elephants swayed to and fro, their leg-chains clanking in the
+tent. The monkeys chattered among themselves. Snarlie, the big,
+striped tiger yawned and stretched. Woo-Uff, the lion, laughed.
+
+"Ha! I wonder what makes that lion so jolly?" said one of the circus
+keepers.
+
+"Perhaps the elephant tickled him," suggested a second man.
+
+"Maybe he had a funny dream," spoke another.
+
+"Both wrong!" said Woo-Uff, in animal language that the other circus
+beasts could understand. "I was laughing at the way Umboo squirted
+water on the lemon-man."
+
+"Yes, that was funny," said Umboo. "Very funny!" And he, too, laughed
+as he chewed his hay.
+
+And, now that his story is finished, we will say good-bye to him and
+his friends for a while.
+
+THE END.
+
+
+
+
+
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