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diff --git a/old/62505-0.txt b/old/62505-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 2cd4db9..0000000 --- a/old/62505-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3310 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Tamba, the Tame Tiger, by Richard Barnum - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world at no cost and with almost no restrictions -whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Tamba, the Tame Tiger - His Many Adventures - -Author: Richard Barnum - -Illustrator: Walter S. Rogers - -Release Date: June 28, 2020 [EBook #62505] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - - - - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - -[Illustration: Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of a -cave.] - - - - - _Kneetime Animal Stories_ - - - TAMBA - THE TAME TIGER - - HIS MANY ADVENTURES - - - BY - RICHARD BARNUM - - Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” “Tum Tum, - the Jolly Elephant,” “Chunky, the Happy Hippo,” - “Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox,” “Nero, the - Circus Lion,” etc. - - - _ILLUSTRATED BY - WALTER S. ROGERS_ - - - NEW YORK - BARSE & HOPKINS - PUBLISHERS - - - - -KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES - -By Richard Barnum - -_Large 12mo. Illustrated._ - - - SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG. - SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL. - MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY. - TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT. - DON, A RUNAWAY DOG. - DIDO, THE DANCING BEAR. - BLACKIE, A LOST CAT. - FLOP EAR, THE FUNNY RABBIT. - TINKLE, THE TRICK PONY. - LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT. - CHUNKY, THE HAPPY HIPPO. - SHARP EYES, THE SILVER FOX. - NERO, THE CIRCUS LION. - TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER. - - - BARSE & HOPKINS - Publishers New York - - - Copyright, 1919, - by - Barse & Hopkins - - - _Tamba, the Tame Tiger_ - - - VAIL·BALLOU COMPANY - BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK - - - - -CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER PAGE - I TAMBA IS CROSS 7 - II TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK 17 - III TAMBA PLAYS A JOKE 26 - IV TAMBA IN A WRECK 34 - V TAMBA IN A BARN 45 - VI TAMBA MEETS TINKLE 53 - VII TAMBA AND SQUINTY 65 - VIII TAMBA IN THE CITY 74 - IX TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY 84 - X TAMBA AT THE DOCK 95 - XI TAMBA ON THE SHIP 106 - XII TAMBA IN THE JUNGLE 113 - - - - -ILLUSTRATIONS - - - Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of - a cave _Frontispiece_ - - PAGE - - And into his mouth it would go 22 - - Off slid the tiger cage 42 - - He dropped his basket 56 - - The whitewash splashed out and splattered on the - tame tiger 76 - - But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger 98 - - Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf 118 - - - - -TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER - - - - -CHAPTER I - -TAMBA IS CROSS - - -“Here! Don’t you do that again, or I’ll scratch you!” - -“I didn’t do anything, Tamba.” - -“Yes, you did! You stuck your tail into my cage, and if you do it again -I’ll step on it! Burr-r-r-r!” - -Tamba, the tame tiger, looked out between the iron bars of the big -circus-wagon cage where he lived and glared at Nero, the lion who was -next door to him. Their cages were close together in the circus tent, -and Nero, pacing up and down in his, had, accidentally, let his long, -tufted tail slip between the bars of the cage where Tamba was. - -“Take your tail out of my cage!” growled Tamba. - -“Oh, certainly! Of course I will!” said Nero, and though he could roar -very loudly at times, he now spoke in a very gentle voice indeed; that -is, for a lion. Of course both Tamba and Nero were talking in animal -language, just as your dog and cat talk to one another, by mewing and -barking. - -“My goodness!” rumbled Tum Tum, the jolly elephant of the circus, as he -turned to speak to Chunky, the happy hippo, who was taking a bath in -his tank of water near the camels. “My goodness! Tamba is very cross -to-day. I wonder what the matter is with our tame tiger.” - -“He isn’t very tame just now,” said Dido, the dancing bear, who did -funny tricks on top of a wooden platform strapped to Tum Tum’s back. “I -call him rather wild!” - -“So he is; but don’t let him hear you say it,” whispered Tum Tum -through his trunk. “It might make him all the crosser.” - -“Here! What’s that you’re saying about me?” suddenly asked Tamba. He -came over to the side of his cage nearest Tum Tum. “I heard you talking -about me,” went on the tame tiger, who was beautifully striped with -yellow and black. “I heard you, and I don’t like it!” - -“Well, then you shouldn’t be so cross,” said Tum Tum. He was not at all -afraid of Tamba, as some of the smaller circus animals――such as the -monkeys and little Shetland ponies――were. “You spoke very unkindly to -Nero just now,” went on Tum Tum. “And, really, if his tail did slip in -between the bars of your cage, that didn’t hurt anything, did it?” - -Tamba, the tame tiger, sort of hung his head. He was a bit ashamed of -himself, as he had good reason to be. - -“We ought to be kind to one another――we circus animals,” went on Tum -Tum. “Here we are, a good way from our jungle homes, most of us. And -though we like it here in the circus, still we can’t help but think, -sometimes, of how we used to run about as we pleased in the woods and -the fields. So we ought to be nice to each other here.” - -“Yes, that’s right,” agreed Tamba. “I’m sorry I was cross to you, Nero. -You can put your tail in my cage as much as you want.” - -“I don’t want to!” growled the big lion. “My own cage is plenty good -enough for me, thank you. I can switch my tail around in my own cage as -much as I please.” - -“Oh, don’t talk that way,” said Tum Tum. “Now that Tamba has said he is -sorry, Nero, you ought to be nice, too.” - -“Yes,” went on Tamba. “Come on, Nero. Put your tail in my cage. I won’t -scratch it or step on it. I’m sorry I was cross. But really I am so -homesick for my jungle, and my foot hurts me so, that I don’t know what -I’m saying.” - -“Your foot hurts you!” exclaimed the big lion in surprise. “Why, I -didn’t know that. I’m sorry! Did some one shoot you in your paw as I -was once shot in the jungle? I didn’t hear any gun go off, except the -make-believe ones the funny clown shoots.” - -“No, I am not shot in my foot,” answered Tamba. “But I ran a big sliver -from the bottom of my cage in it, and it hurts like anything! I can -hardly step on it.” - -“Poor Tamba! No wonder you’re cross!” said the lion, in a purring sort -of voice, for lions and tigers can purr just as your cat can, only much -more loudly, of course. “How did you get the sliver in your paw?” Nero -went on. - -“Oh, I was jumping about in my cage, doing some of the new tricks my -trainer is teaching me, and I jumped on the sharp piece of wood. I -didn’t see the splinter sticking up, and now my paw is very sore,” -replied Tamba. - -“Well, lick it well with your red tongue,” advised Nero. “That’s what -I did when the hunter man in my jungle shot the bullet into my paw. -Perhaps your foot will get better soon.” - -“Yes, I suppose it will,” admitted Tamba. “But then I want to go back -to the jungle to live, and I can’t. I don’t like it in the circus any -more. I want to go to the jungle.” - -“Well, I don’t believe you’ll ever get there,” said Nero. “Here you -are in the circus, and here you must stay.” - -It was just after the afternoon performance in the circus tent, and the -animals were resting or eating until it should be time for the evening -entertainment. It was while they were waiting that Nero’s tail had -slipped into Tamba’s cage and Tamba had become cross. - -But now the striped tiger was sorry he had acted so. He curled up -in the corner of his cage and began to lick his sore paw, as Nero -had told him to do. That is the only way animals have of doctoring -themselves――that and letting water run on the sore place. And there was -no running water in Tamba’s cage just then. - -“So our tame tiger wants to go back to his jungle, does he?” asked Tum -Tum of Nero, when they saw that the striped animal had quieted down. - -“Yes, I guess he is getting homesick,” said Nero in a low voice, so -Tamba would not hear him. “But his jungle is far, far away.” - -“Did Tamba live in the same jungle with you, Nero?” asked one of the -monkeys who were jumping about in their cage. - -“Oh, no,” answered the big lion. “I came from Africa, and there are no -tigers there. Tamba came from India. I’ve never been there, but I think -the Indian jungle is almost as far away as mine is in Africa. Tamba -will never get there. He had much better stay in the circus and be as -happy as he can.” - -But Tamba did not think so, and, as he curled up in his cage, he looked -at the iron bars and wondered if they would ever break so he could get -out and run away. - -“For that’s what I’m going to do if ever I get the chance!” thought -Tamba. “I’m going to run back to my jungle!” - -As he licked his sore paw, Tamba thought of his happy home in the -Indian jungle. He had lived in a big stone cave, well hidden by trees, -bushes and tangled vines. In the same cave were his father and mother -and his brother and sister tigers. Tamba had been caught in a trap when -a small tiger, and brought away from India in a ship. Then he had been -put in a circus, where he had lived ever since. - -Just before the time for the evening show some of the animal men, or -trainers, came into the tent where the cages of Tamba, Nero and the -other jungle beasts were standing. - -“Something is the matter with Tamba,” said one of the keepers. - -“What do you mean?” asked the man who took care of Nero. “Did Tamba try -to bite you or scratch you?” - -“No; but he isn’t acting right. He doesn’t do his tricks as well as -he used to. I think something is the matter with one of his paws. I’m -going to have a look to-morrow.” - -Of course Tamba did not understand what the circus men were saying. He -knew a little man-talk, such as: “Get up on your stool!” “Stand on your -hind legs!” “Jump through the hoop!” - -These were the things Tamba’s trainer said to him when he wanted the -tame tiger to do his tricks. But, though Tamba did not know what the -men were saying, he guessed that they were talking about him, for they -stood in front of his cage and looked at him. One of the men――the one -who put Tamba through his circus tricks――put out his hand and touched, -gently enough, the sore paw of Tamba. The tiger sprang up and growled -fiercely, though he did not try to claw his kind trainer. - -“There! See what I told you!” said the man. “That paw is sore, and -that’s what makes Tamba so cross. I’ll have to get the doctor to look -at him.” - -Tamba did not do his tricks at all well that evening in the circus -tent, and no wonder. Every time he jumped on his sore paw, the one with -the splinter in it, he felt a great pain. And when the time came for -him to leap through a paper hoop, as some of the clowns leap when they -are riding around the circus rings on the backs of horses, why, Tamba -just wouldn’t do it! He turned away and curled up in the corner of his -cage. - -“Oh, how I wish I were back in my Indian jungle!” thought poor, sick, -lonesome Tamba. - -“Well, there’s no use trying to make that tiger do tricks to-night,” -said the man who went in the cage with Tamba. “Something is wrong. I -will look at his foot.” - -And that night, after the show was over, the animal doctor came to the -tiger’s cage. They tied Tamba with ropes, so he could not scratch or -bite, and they pulled his paw――the sore one――outside the bars. - -And then Tamba had an unhappy time. For suddenly he felt a very sharp -pain in his paw. That was when the doctor cut out the splinter with a -knife. Tamba howled and growled and whined. The pain was very bad, but -pretty soon the men, who were as kind to him as they could be, put some -salve on the sore place, took off the ropes and let Tamba curl up in -the corner of his cage again. - -“Oh, how my foot hurts!” thought Tamba. “It is worse than before! I -don’t like this circus at all! I’m going to break out and run away the -first chance I get! I’m going back to my jungle!” - -Tamba did not know that now his paw would get well, since the splinter -had been taken out. - -Night came. The circus began to move on toward the next town, and Tamba -was tossed about in his cage. He could not sleep very much. But in a -few days his paw was much better. During the time he was recovering he -did not have to do any tricks. All he had to do was to stay in his cage -and eat and sleep and let the boys and girls, and the grown folk, too, -look at him when they came to the circus. - -But, all the while, Tamba was trying to think of a way to get loose -and run back to his Indian jungle. And one night he thought he had his -chance. - -The circus was going along a country road, from one town to another, -and, as it was hot, the wooden sides of the animal cages had been left -up, so Tamba, Nero and the other jungle beasts could look out at the -stars. They were the same stars, some of them, that shone over the -jungle. - -Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a loud noise. - -“We are going to have a thunder storm,” said Nero, as he paced up and -down in his moving cage. - -“It will be cooler after it, anyhow,” said Dido, the dancing bear. “It -is very hot, now.” - -The lightning grew brighter and the thunder louder as the circus went -up and down hill to the next town. Then, suddenly, it began to rain -very hard. The roads became muddy and slippery, and the horses, pulling -the heavy circus wagons, had all they could do not to let them slip. - -Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, right in the midst of the -circus it seemed. The lions and the tigers roared and growled, and the -elephants trumpeted, while men shouted and yelled. There was great -excitement. What had happened was that a big tree, at the side of the -road, had been struck by lightning. Some of the circus horses were so -frightened that they started to run away, pulling the wild animal cages -after them. - -Tamba felt his cage rushing along very fast. His horses, too, were -running away. Then, all at once, there was a great crash, and Tamba -felt his cage turning over. Next it was upside down. The tiger was -thrown on his back. - -“Ha! Now is my chance to get away!” Tamba thought. “My cage will break -open and I can get out! Now I can go back to my jungle!” - - - - -CHAPTER II - -TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK - - -Bang! Crack! Crash! went the thunder, and the cage of Tamba, the tame -tiger, as it slid along the slippery, muddy road, and struck a tree, -made much the same noise, only not so loud. - -Tamba himself, inside the iron-barred cage, was feeling much better -than when he had had the sliver in his paw. His foot was almost well -now, and he could step on it, though he limped a little. - -“When my cage goes to smash I’ll slip out and run away,” thought Tamba. -“I’m going to have lots of fun when I get back to my jungle.” - -Over and over rolled the cage, for the horses had broken loose from it -and were running away. Many other of the circus animal cages were being -broken in the storm. - -Tamba’s cage struck one tree, bounced away from that and hit another. -Then it came to a stop, and Tamba, who had been rolling about inside, -being sometimes on his head and sometimes on his feet, and again -turning somersaults――Tamba, at last, found himself quiet. - -“Now is my chance to get away!” thought the tame tiger, who wanted to -be wild again and live in a jungle. “Now I’ll get out of my cage!” - -He surely thought the big wagon with the iron bars on two sides――the -cage in which he traveled――had been broken so he could get out. But -when he tried, he found that this was not so. The tiger’s cage was -broken a bit, here and there, but it was so strong that it had held -together, and when Tamba tried to force his way out he could not. He -was still a circus tiger, much as he wanted to go to the jungle. - -“Oh, this is too bad!” growled Tamba to himself, as he tried to break -out, first through one side of the cage and then the other. “This is -too bad! I thought, when the storm wrecked the circus, that I could get -loose. Now I’ll have to wait for another time.” - -But if Tamba had not got out of his cage when the great storm came, -some of the circus animals had. Nero, the circus lion, got loose, and -he had many adventures before he was caught again, as I have told you -in the book before this one. But Tamba had to stay in his cage. - -After a while, when the worst of the storm had passed, the circus men -began going about, getting back on the road some of the cages, like -that of Tamba, that had rolled downhill. - -“Tamba’s all right,” said a trainer, as he saw the tame tiger. “He -didn’t get loose, I’m glad to say. I want to teach him some new, funny -tricks, now that his paw is well again.” - -“No, Tamba didn’t get away,” remarked another man; “but Nero, the big -lion, did. We’ll have to go out to hunt him.” - -When morning came, and the circus was once more in order――except for -the broken cages and the animals that had gotten away――Tamba felt, more -than ever, that he would like to be back in his jungle. - -“So Nero got away, did he?” thought the tame tiger, as he saw the -lion’s broken cage, and noticed that Nero was no longer in it. “Well, I -wish I were with him. Now he can go back to his jungle.” - -But Nero did not do that, as those of you know who have read the book -about him. I’ll just say, right here, that Nero had many adventures, -but, as this book is about Tamba, I must tell about him, and the -adventures the tame tiger had. - -A few days after this, when the circus was traveling on again, though -without Nero, who had not been caught, it came to a large city, where -it was to stay nearly a week to give shows. - -“And now will be a good chance for me to teach Tamba some new and funny -tricks,” said the animal man who had charge of the tiger. “I want him -to make the people laugh when they come to the circus. The boys and -girls will like to see Tamba do some funny tricks.” - -And the next day, his paw being again well, Tamba began to learn -something new. When his trainer entered the cage, Tamba, much as he -wanted to run away to the jungle, was glad to see the man. For the man -was kind to the tiger, and patted him on the head, and gave him nice -bits of meat to eat. - -“Now, Tamba,” said the trainer, speaking in a kind voice, “you are -going to learn something new. Sit up!” he cried, and he held a little -stick in front of Tamba. - -The tiger knew what this meant, as he had learned the trick some time -before. When the trainer spoke that way he meant that Tamba was to sit -up, just as your dog may do when you tell him to “beg.” - -“That’s very good,” said the man, when Tamba had done as he was told. -“Now that is the first part of a new trick. Next I am going to put a -little cracker on your nose. It isn’t really a cracker, it is a dog -biscuit, and it has some meat in it. As you like meat I think you’ll -like the dog biscuit.” - -As the man spoke he took from his pocket one of the square cakes called -dog biscuit. I dare say you have often given them to your dog. The -animal trainer broke off a bit of this biscuit and put it on Tamba’s -nose. Tamba could smell that it was good to eat, and he quickly shook -his head a little, jiggled the piece of biscuit to the floor of his -cage, and the next minute the piece of biscuit was gone. Tamba had -eaten it. - -“Well, that’s what I want you to do,” said the man with a laugh, “but -not just that way. This is to be one of your new, funny tricks, but you -didn’t do it just right. I want you to hold the piece of biscuit on -your nose until I call ‘Toss!’ Then I want you to flip it into the air -and catch the piece of biscuit in your mouth. Now we’ll try it again.” - -Tamba did the same thing he had done the first time, but the man was -kind and patient, and, after many trials, Tamba at last understood what -was wanted of him. He must hold the bit of dog biscuit on his nose -until the man said he could eat it. - -Then the tiger was to give his head a little jerk. This would snap the -bit of biscuit into the air, and, if Tamba opened his mouth at the -right time, the biscuit would fall into it. That would be the funny -trick. - -And, as I say, Tamba learned, after a while, how to do it just right. -But it took nearly a week. At the end of that time his trainer could -put a bit of dog biscuit on the tiger’s black nose. Then Tamba would -sit up on his hind legs, very still and straight, looking at his master. - -“Now!” the man would suddenly call, and Tamba would jerk his head, up -the piece of biscuit would fly, and into his mouth it would go. - -“That’s fine!” cried the man, after the second week, during which time -Tamba had practiced very hard. “Now we are ready to do the new trick in -the tent for the boys and girls.” - -And when the trick was done the boys and girls laughed very much and -clapped their hands. They liked to see Tamba do his tricks. Nor was -this the only new one he learned. His master taught him several others. - -Tamba would lie down and roll over when he was told; he would walk -around on his hind legs, wearing a funny pointed cap; and he would turn -a somersault, just as he had done the night his cage rolled downhill -in the storm. All these tricks were much enjoyed by the boys and girls -and by the men and women who came to the circus. Tamba was a very smart -tiger. But, for all that, he never gave up the idea of running away -when he got the chance, and going back to his jungle. - -All this while Nero, the circus lion, had not returned. He had been -away since the night of the storm, and Tum Tum, and his other friends, -missed Nero. - -[Illustration: And into his mouth it would go.] - -“But he is having a much better time than we are, just the same,” said -Tamba, as he paced back and forth in his cage. “He is on the way back -to the jungle!” - -If he could have seen Nero just then he never would have said that. -For the circus lion was in the kitchen of a country farmhouse watching -a tramp eat ham, and――but there! This book is about Tamba, not about -Nero, though I have to mention the lion once in a while. - -About a week after Tamba had learned to do several new and funny -tricks, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the circus animal -tent. It was after the afternoon show had ended, and not yet time for -the evening performance. - -“What’s the matter, Tum Tum?” asked Tamba, who could not see very well -from his cage. “What has happened? Have some more of our animals gotten -away?” - -“I think not,” answered the big elephant, who could see the tent -entrance. “I think they are bringing in a new lion. Maybe he is to take -the place of Nero. We’ll soon know. Here they come with him.” - - - - -CHAPTER III - -TAMBA PLAYS A JOKE - - -Just as Tum Tum had said, a lion’s cage was being wheeled into the -circus animal tent, and in the cage was a big, tawny, yellow animal, -which Tamba knew, at once, was a lion. - -But, to the surprise of the tame tiger and his friends, it was not a -new lion at all, but Nero himself. There he was, looking almost the -same as when he had disappeared the night of the big storm, the night -when Tamba thought he could get away. - -“Why, Nero!” exclaimed the tiger, as his friend’s new cage was wheeled -in, “where in the world have you been?” - -“Oh, almost everywhere, I guess,” answered Nero. “I’ve had a lot of -adventures!” - -“Ha! Then you’ll be put in a book,” said Tum Tum quickly. And, as those -of you who have read the volume which comes just before this one know, -Nero was put in a book. - -“Yes, I had adventures enough for a book,” went on the big lion, who -had been caught by some circus men in a farmer’s woodshed and brought -back to the show. “I had a pretty good time, too, while I was away, -though I didn’t get as much to eat as we do here in the circus. I guess -I’m glad to be back, my friends!” and he curled up in his cage and got -ready to go to sleep. - -“Ho! Glad to get back, are you?” asked Tamba. “Well, I won’t say that -if I get a chance to run away! I’ll stay, when I go!” - -“That’s what you think now,” said Nero. “But really it isn’t as much -fun as you’d think――running away isn’t.” - -“Couldn’t you find your jungle?” asked Tamba. - -“No,” answered Nero, “I couldn’t.” - -“Well, I’ll find mine,” declared Tamba. “That’s why I want to run -away――so I can get back to my jungle. And I’m going to do it, too!” - -Of course all this talk went on in animal language, and none of the -circus helpers or the trainers could understand it. If they could, they -might have guarded Tamba more closely. - -“Well, please don’t bother me now,” said Nero, as he curled his paws -under his chin, just as your cat sometimes does when she goes to sleep. -“I am going to have a nap after all my adventures and travels.” - -“All right, go to sleep,” said Tum Tum. “We won’t bother you, Nero. -Only, some day, I hope you’ll tell us more of your adventures.” - -“I will,” promised Nero. - -Tamba, the tame tiger, paced up and down in his cage after Nero had -gone to sleep. - -“I wish I had had his chances!” thought Tamba, as he looked over toward -the sleeping Nero. “I wouldn’t have let them catch me! I’d have run on -and on until I found my jungle, no matter how far away it was.” - -And then Tamba began to think of the life in India and of the days when -he, a little tiger cub, was hiding in the deep, dark, green jungle. He -thought of how he had tumbled about in the leaves, playing with his -brother and sister, and of his mother sitting in the mouth, or front -door, of the cave and watching her striped babies. - -They had learned how to walk, and how to jump and stick out their claws -whenever they wanted to catch anything. Their father and mother had -taught the little tiger cubs how to hunt in the jungle for the meat -they had to eat. They could not go to the store and buy something when -they were hungry. Tigers, and other wild animals, must hunt for what -they eat. - -Of course, after he had been caught and sent to the circus, Tamba no -longer had to hunt for his food. It was brought to him by the circus -men, and thrust into his cage. Nor did he have to hunt for water, the -way the jungle animals have to go sniffing and snuffing about in the -forest to find a pool or a spring. Tamba’s water was brought to his -cage in a tin pail, and very glad he was to get it. - -“But, for all that,” thought the tame tiger, as he paced up and down, -“for all that I’d rather be loose and on my way back to the jungle -instead of being cooped up here. Much as I like the things they give -me to eat, I want to go home. And I’m going to get loose, too, and run -away as Nero did. Only I won’t come back!” - -The more Tamba thought of the green jungle, so far away in India, the -more sad, unhappy and discontented the tame tiger became. He did not do -his tricks as well as he used to do, and he was often cross in speaking -to the other circus animals. Sometimes he wouldn’t speak at all, but -only growl, or maybe grumble deep down in his throat, and that isn’t -talking at all. - -“I declare! I don’t know what’s the matter with Tamba,” said Tum Tum -one day. “He doesn’t seem at all happy any more. Dido, do some of your -funny dances and see if you can’t cheer up Tamba!” - -So the dancing bear did some of his tricks, capering about in his cage, -but Tamba would hardly look at him. Some boys, though, who had come -to the circus, gathered in front of the bear’s cage and laughed and -laughed at his funny antics. They liked Dido. The boys liked to look at -Tamba, also, but they were a little afraid of the big, striped tiger. - -One day, when the afternoon performance was over, and Tamba, Nero -and the other animals who had done their tricks in the big tent were -brought back to the smaller one, where they were kept between the times -of the shows, Nero said: - -“Now I am going to lie down and sleep, and please don’t any one wake me -up. I’m tired, for I did a new trick to-day, and it was very hard, and -I want to rest so I can do better in the show to-night. So everybody -let me alone.” - -“We will,” said Tum Tum, the jolly elephant. - -Now the lion is called the “King of Beasts,” and in the jungle he comes -pretty near to being that, for all the other animals, except perhaps -the elephant, are afraid of him. - -So when a lion says he wants a thing done, it generally is done. Of -course Nero could not have got out of his circus cage to make the other -animals do what he wanted them to do, but most of them made up their -minds that they wouldn’t bother him, even though they knew he couldn’t -hurt them. Nero was still “King” in a way. - -But that day Tamba was cross. Or perhaps I might say he felt as though -he wanted to “cut up.” He wanted to play some tricks, make some -excitement. He wanted to do something! - -I dare say you have seen your dog or cat act the same way. For days at -a time they may be very quiet, eating and sleeping and doing only the -things they do every day. And then, all at once, they will begin to -race about and “cut up.” Your dog may run away with your cap, and, no -matter how many times you call him, he’ll just caper about and bark, or -perhaps pretend to come near you and then run off again. And your cat -may dig her claws into the carpet, jump up on the window sill and knock -down a plant or a flower vase, and do all sorts of things like that. - -Well, this is just the way Tamba felt that day. He wanted to do -something, and when he saw Nero sleeping so quietly in his cage the -tame tiger made up his mind to play a trick on the lion. - -“It isn’t fair that he should sleep so nicely when I have to stay -awake!” grumbled Tamba. “He can dream of the good times he had when he -ran away and had adventures, and all I can think of is how much I want -to go back to my jungle! It isn’t fair! I’m going to make Nero wake up! -I’ll play a trick on him!” - -Of course this wasn’t right for Tamba to do, but circus tigers don’t -always do right any more than boys, girls, or other animals. - -Tamba’s cage was next to that of Nero, and close beside it, instead of -being at one end. The cages were left that way when they were brought -in from the larger performing tent, after the animals had done their -tricks. So it happened that Tamba could look out through the bars of -his cage in between the bars where Nero was kept. And Tamba could stick -his paws out through the bars, but he could not quite reach over to the -sleeping lion. - -“If I could reach him,” said Tamba to himself, “I’d tickle him and wake -him up. I wouldn’t let him sleep!” - -But Tamba’s paws were not quite long enough to reach through the bars -of the two cages. Again and again the tiger tried it, but he could not -manage. - -Then Tamba sat down on his haunches and looked at the sleeping Nero. At -last a tricky idea came to Tamba. - -“Ha!” exclaimed the tiger. “If I can’t reach him with my paws I can -reach him with my tail! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll reach in between the -bars with my long, slender tail, and I’ll tickle Nero on the nose!” - -Tamba sort of laughed to himself as he thought of this trick. And he -had no sooner thought of it than he began to try it. He turned about, -so his back was toward Nero. Standing thus, Tamba’s long, slender tail -easily reached into Nero’s cage. Nearer and nearer the tip of Tamba’s -tail came to the big black nose of the sleeping lion. - -Tamba looked sideways over his back to see where to put his tail. At -last the fuzzy tip-end of it touched Nero’s nose and tickled it. The -big lion twitched in his sleep, just as your cat does, if you lightly -touch one of her ears. - -“Ha! I’ve found a good way to play a trick on Nero!” laughed Tamba. -“I’ll keep on tickling him!” - -He waved his tail to and fro, Tamba did, and once again he let the tip -of it touch Nero’s nose. The sleeping lion raised his paw, and brushed -it over his face. He must have thought some bug was crawling on his -nose. - -“Oh, this is lots of fun!” thought Tamba. So it was, for him. But was -it fun for Nero? - -“Now for a good tickle!” thought Tamba, as, once again, he put his tail -over toward the sleeping lion’s nose. And this time something was going -to happen. - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -TAMBA IN A WRECK - - -Down on the black nose of the sleeping lion went the soft, fuzzy tip of -Tamba’s tail. And Tamba tickled Nero so hard that the lion gave a big -sneeze and awakened with a jump. - -Then Nero threw himself against the bars of his cage until they shook -where they were fastened into the wood, and the lion roared in his -loudest voice: - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s the tickling fly that wouldn’t let me sleep? -If I catch that fly I’ll tickle him!” and Nero roared so loudly that -the ground seemed to tremble, as it always does near a lion when he -roars. I have often felt it in the zoölogical park where I sometimes go -to look at the lions and the tigers. - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?” roared Nero. For you see he -thought the tickling tip of Tamba’s tail was a fly on his nose. - -“What’s the matter here? What’s the trouble?” cried one of the circus -men, as he ran into the animal tent, having heard Nero roar. - -“Are some of the lions or tigers trying to get loose?” asked another -man. - -“No, it seems to be Nero,” replied the first. “What’s the matter, old -boy?” he asked, as he saw how angry Nero was. For the lion was lashing -his tail from side to side and roaring: - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?” - -Of course the circus men didn’t know exactly what Nero was saying, -but they could tell he was angry, and they were afraid, if he bounded -against the bars of his cage much more, he might break some. - -“I don’t see what makes Nero act that way,” said the man who had charge -of the lion, and who had taught him to do tricks. “Once before he acted -like this, but it was when a bee stung him on the nose.” - -“Maybe that is what happened this time,” said the second man. - -“I don’t see any bees flying around,” went on the lion’s keeper. Just -then Tamba, seeing that he had awakened Nero, and had played all the -tricks he wanted to, pulled his tail out from between the bars of the -lion’s cage. And, just as he did so, the keeper saw him. - -“Oh, ho! I know what the matter was,” the man said. “The tiger tickled -the lion. Tamba tickled Nero with his tail through the bars of the -cage. That’s what made Nero angry. Tamba, you’re a bad, mischievous -tiger!” and he shook his finger at the striped animal. Tamba walked -over to the corner of his cage and curled up. - -“Well, I had some fun, anyhow!” he thought. “I waked Nero up all right!” - -And so he had. And now Nero knew what had happened, for Tum Tum, the -jolly elephant, had seen it all, and Tum Tum said: - -“It wasn’t a fly on the end of your nose, Nero; it was the fuzzy tip of -Tamba’s tail. I saw him tickle you!” - -“Oh, you did, did you?” cried Nero, and this time he did not roar. “Why -did you tickle me, Tamba?” - -“Oh, I didn’t like to see you sleeping so nicely when I couldn’t sleep, -because I’m thinking so much of the jungle,” answered the tiger. -“Besides, it was only a joke. I wanted to see if I could make you think -my tail was a fly on your nose. I did.” - -“Yes, you surely did,” admitted Nero. “I felt the tickle, even in my -sleep. But if it was only a joke, Tamba, I won’t be angry. I like a -joke as well as any one,” and Nero laughed in his lionish way. “But, -after this, I’m going to sleep in the far corner of my cage, where your -tail won’t reach me. A joke is all right, but sleep is better. Now it -will be my turn to play a joke on you, Tamba.” - -“Yes,” said Dido, the dancing bear, “you want to look out for yourself, -Tamba. A joke is a joke on both sides.” - -“Oh, well, I don’t care,” said Tamba, but he was not as jolly about it -as he might have been. - -The circus men saw that something was wrong between Tamba and Nero, so -they moved the cages farther apart, and then Nero and Tamba could not -have reached each other if their tails had been twice as long. And then -Nero went to sleep, and so did Tamba, waiting for the evening show to -start. And as Tamba slept he dreamed of the Indian jungle, and wished -he could go back there. - -And soon something wonderful was going to happen to him. - -That night in the big tent, which was bright with electric lights, -Tamba did his tricks――catching a piece of dog biscuit off his nose, -leaping through a paper hoop, and walking around on his hind legs. Nero -also did his tricks, one of which was sitting up like a begging dog on -a sort of stool like an overturned wash tub. - -And Dido, the dancing bear, did his funny tricks on the wooden -platform, which was strapped on the back of Tum Tum, the jolly -elephant. So the boys and the girls, and the big folks, too, who went -to the circus had lots of fun watching the animals. - -But, all the while, Nero was watching for a chance to play a trick on -Tamba. And at last he found a way. It was three or four days after -Tamba had tickled Nero with the tail tip, and the circus had traveled -on a railroad to a far-distant town. - -In the animal tent the lions, tigers, elephants, monkeys and ponies had -been given their dinners and were being watered. Tamba was taking a -long drink from his tin of water, and wishing it could be turned into a -jungle spring, when, all of a sudden: - -Splash! - -A lot of water spurted up into his face, and some, getting into his -nose, made him sneeze. Then he looked and saw that a bone, off which -all the meat had been gnawed, had come in through the bars of his cage -and had fallen into his water-pan. It was the falling of the dry bone -into the water that had made it splash up. - -“Who did that? Who threw that bone at me?” growled Tamba. “Who made it -splash water all over me?” - -“Oh, I guess I did that,” said Nero with a loud, rumbling lionish -laugh. “I wanted to see if I could toss it from my cage into yours, -Tamba, and I did. So the water splashed on you, did it?” - -“Yes, it did! You know it did!” growled Tamba. “It made me sneeze, too!” - -“Oh, did it?” asked Nero. “Well, that was just a little joke of mine, -my tiger friend. I wanted to see if I could tickle your nose the way -you tickled mine with your tail. It was only a joke, splashing water on -your nose. Only a joke! Ha! Ha! Ha!” - -“Yes, it was only a joke!” said Tum Tum and all the other animals. -“Only a joke, Tamba! Ha! Ha! Ha!” - -Of course the striped tiger had to laugh, too, for really he had not -been hurt, and he must expect to have a joke played on him after he had -played one on Nero. - -“Well, I’ll gnaw this bone after I take a drink,” said Tamba, as he -dried his nose on his paw. “Much obliged to you for tossing it into my -cage, Nero.” - -“Oh, you’re very welcome, I’m sure!” laughed the lion. “Oh, you did -jump and sneeze in such a funny way, Tamba, when the water went up your -nose!” and Nero laughed again, as he thought of it. - -And “Ha! Ha! Ha!” echoed Tum Tum. - -And so life went on for the circus animals, something a little -different happening every day. Now and then Tamba played other tricks, -and so did Nero, and the first crossness of Tamba seemed to wear off. -He was still as anxious as ever to go to the jungle, but he did not -see how he could get out of his cage. He watched carefully, every day, -hoping that some time the man who came in to make him do his tricks -would forget to fasten the door when he went out. - -“If he only left it open once,” thought Tamba, “I could slip out and -run away. Then I’d go back to the jungle.” - -But the trainer never left the door open. Besides, it closed with a -spring as soon as the man slipped out, and, quick as he was, Tamba -could not have slipped out. However, he kept on the watch, always -hoping that some day his chance would come. - -And it did. I’ll tell you all about it pretty soon. - -Sometimes, as I have told you, the circus went from town to town by the -way of country roads, the horses pulling the big wagons with the tents -on them and also the wagons in which the wild beasts were kept. It took -eight or ten horses to pull some of the heavy wagons uphill. - -At other times the wagons would all be put on big railroad cars, and an -engine would haul them over the shiny rails. This was when it was too -far, from one town to the next, for the horses to pull the wagons, or -for the elephants and camels to walk. For when the circus traveled by -country road these big animals――the camels and elephants――always walked. - -And one night after a stormy day the circus wagons were loaded on the -railroad cars for a long journey to the next city in which the show was -to be given. - -“Well, you haven’t gone to your jungle yet, I see, Tamba,” said Tum -Tum to the tiger. The big elephant was moving about, pushing the heavy -wagons to and fro. - -“No, I haven’t gone yet,” sadly said the beautifully striped beast. -“And, oh, how I wish I could get loose!” - -On through the night rumbled the long train of circus cars. There was -no moon, and the stars did not shine. The night was very dark after the -storm. - -Suddenly there were some loud whistles from the train engine. - -Toot! Toot! Toot! it went, and that meant there was danger. The -engineer had seen danger ahead, but not in time to stop his train. One -of the circus trains had run off the track and could not go on. It had -come to a halt, and another train that was running not far behind the -first one crashed into it. - -There was a terrible noise, a clanging of iron and a breaking of wood. -The cars were smashed, and so were some of the animal cages. - -“What is it? What’s the matter? roared Nero. - -“We’re in a wreck!” trumpeted Tum Tum, the elephant, who was not quite -so jolly, now. “The circus train is wrecked! I was in a wreck once -before. It’s very bad! I hope none of our animal friends are hurt!” - -But some were, I am sorry to say, and so were some of the circus men. - -Tamba, the tame tiger, felt his cage slide off the flat car on which it -had been fastened. The car was smashed and tossed to one side. Off slid -the tiger’s cage, and then it fell down the railroad bank and into a -ditch. Tamba’s cage broke open, and the tiger was cut and bruised, but -he knew that he was free. He was no longer in the cage. - -“At last I am out!” he cried. “Now I can run away to my jungle! Now I -am free!” - -[Illustration: Off slid the tiger cage.] - - - - -CHAPTER V - -TAMBA IN A BARN - - -With the smashed circus cars, the broken animal cages, with some of -the jungle beasts, including the elephants, cut and bruised, with -shoutings, growlings, roarings and tootings going on, the scene at the -circus train wreck was a terrible one. It was no wonder that Tamba, the -tame tiger, wanted to run away from it all and get to a quiet place. -And this he did. - -He crawled out of his cage, that had been broken when it slipped off -the smashed car, and gave one last look at it in the darkness. - -“Good-by, old cage!” said Tamba, softly, as he turned to run away. -“I’ve been in you for the last time. I’m never coming back to the -circus!” - -Leaving the noise and confusion of the circus wreck behind him, Tamba -slunk off into the tall grass that grew in the fields beside the -railroad track. The accident had happened at a lonely place, and there -were no houses near at hand. - -“Ha! This is a little like the jungle where I used to live!” thought -Tamba, as he slunk through the tall grass. “I can hide here until I see -which way to go to get back home.” - -And Tamba was right. The grass grew long, as it did in the jungle, but -there were not so many trees and tangled vines as in India. Only at -night it seemed a very quiet, restful place to the tiger who had been -so shaken up in the wreck. - -Tamba walked on and on through the darkness, not really knowing, and -not much caring, which way he went. All he wanted to do was to get away -and hide, and the tall grass was just the place for this. - -In a little while Tamba came to a place where there was a small pool -of water. It had leaked from a pipe that filled the tank where the -railroad engines took their water. Tamba drank some, and then, finding -a place where the grass was taller and thicker than any he had yet -seen, he made himself a sort of nest and curled up in it. - -“I can sleep here, and Nero, that big lion, can’t splash any water into -my nose and make me sneeze,” thought Tamba, as he snuggled up. - -At first he could not get to sleep. He had been too much frightened by -the train wreck, though he was so far away now that he could not hear -the din, which still kept up. But at last Tamba closed his eyes, and -soon he was slumbering as peacefully as your cat sleeps before the -fire. - -It was daylight when Tamba awakened, and, for a moment, he did not -remember where he was. He stretched out first one big paw after another -and then he called: - -“Well, Tum Tum, what sort of day is it going to be?” - -Tamba used to do this in the circus tent, for the jolly elephant was -so big that he could look over the tops of the cages and tell whether -or not the sun was going to shine. Most animals awaken before the sun -comes up――just as it begins to get daylight, in fact. - -But Tum Tum did not answer Tamba this time. The jolly elephant was -badly hurt in the railroad accident, but of course the tiger did not -know this just yet. Tamba did know, however, that he had made a mistake. - -“Oh, I forgot!” he said to himself. “Tum Tum isn’t here! I’m not in the -circus any more. I’m free, and I can go to my jungle. I must start at -once!” - -Then Tamba arose, and stretched himself some more. He liked to feel the -damp earth under his paws, and he liked the feeling of the dry grasses -as they rubbed against his sides. - -“Why, I feel hungry!” suddenly said the tiger. “I wonder where I can -get anything to eat in this, the beginning of the jungle.” You see, -Tamba still thought the jungle was close at hand, but, to tell you the -truth, it was far away, over the sea, and Tamba could not get to it -except in a ship. - -The more Tamba thought about it the hungrier he became. He knew no men -would come to him now with chunks of meat, as they had used to come in -the circus. - -“I must hunt meat for myself, the same as I did when I lived in the -jungle with my father and mother,” thought the tiger. “Well, I did it -once, and I can do it again. I wonder what kind of meat I can find?” - -Tamba did not have to wonder very long, for he soon saw some big -muskrats, and he made a meal off them. - -Then Tamba looked about him, and began to think of what he would do to -get to the deeper part of the jungle――the part where the trees grew. He -wanted to be in the thick, dark woods. All wild animals love the quiet -darkness when they are not after something to eat. - -But it was now broad daylight, and Tamba knew he must be careful how -he went about. Men could easily see him during the day. He remembered -he had been told this in the jungle, years before, by his father. But -in the jungle Tamba was not so easy to see as he was on this railroad -meadow. The yellow and black stripes of a tiger’s skin are so like the -patches of light and shadow that fall through the tangle of vines in -a jungle, that often the hunters may be very close to one of the wild -beasts and yet not see it. The tiger looks very much like the leaves -and sunshine, mingled. - -“But I guess if I slink along and keep well down in the tall grass no -one will see me,” thought Tamba. “That’s what I’ll do! I’ll keep hiding -as long as I can until I get to my jungle. Then I’ll be all right. -I’ll be very glad to see my father and mother again, and my sister and -brother. The circus animals were all very nice, but still I like my own -folks best.” - -So Tamba slunk along, going very softly through the tall grass. If you -had been near the place you would probably have thought that it was -only the wind blowing the reeds, so little noise did Tamba make. Tigers -and such cat-like animals know how to go very softly. - -All at once, as Tamba was slinking along, he heard the sound of men’s -voices talking. He knew them at once, though of course he could not -tell what they were saying. Besides the voices of the men, he heard -queer clinking-clanking sounds and the rattle of chains. Tamba knew -what the rattle of chains meant――it meant that elephants were near at -hand, for the circus elephants wear clanking chains on their legs, -being made fast by them to stakes driven into the ground. - -“Ha! I had better look out,” thought Tamba. “Maybe those are the circus -men after me.” - -The tame tiger was partly right and partly wrong. The voices he heard -were those of the circus men, and the chains clanking were those on the -legs of elephants. The men were trying to clear away what was left of -the circus wreck. Tamba had taken the wrong path, and had walked right -back to where he had started from. - -“This won’t do!” he said to himself. “I must get farther away and hide!” - -He peered between the tall grasses and dimly saw where the circus -men were working along the railroad tracks, lifting up some of the -overturned cars and cages. The elephants were helping, for they were -very strong. - -“I’ll notice which way the sun is shining, and then I’ll know which way -to go to keep away from the circus men,” thought Tamba. Then he turned -straight about and ran off the other way. - -On and on, over the big stretch of meadows and lonely land near the -railroad went the tiger until he had placed many miles between himself -and the scene of the wreck. In all this time Tamba did not see any men, -or any living creatures except some muskrats, many of which lived in -the swamp along the railroad. The muskrats were not glad to see Tamba, -for the tiger caught a number of them for food, but it could not be -helped. - -No one saw Tamba sneaking along through the grass. If any one had seen -him they would have hurried to tell the circus men, for a general alarm -had been sent out, telling that some of the wild animals, including a -big, striped tiger, had got loose after the wreck. - -But no one saw Tamba, and he saw no one, at least for a while. On and -on he went until night came again. Then he found another snug place in -among the dried grass where he curled up to sleep. - -“My jungle is farther away than I thought it was,” said Tamba to -himself, as he awoke on the second morning of his freedom. “I must run -along faster to get there more quickly.” - -After he had eaten and taken some water, he started off once again, and -then began a series of very strange adventures for the tame tiger. - -Toward the close of the afternoon of the second day of his freedom -Tamba stepped out of a little patch of woods, into which he had gone -from the meadow, and there, in the light of the setting sun, the tiger -saw a red, wooden building which he seemed to know. - -“Why, there’s a barn!” said Tamba to himself. “There’s a barn. I’ll -go in there and stay for the night. I wonder if there are any other -animals in it.” - -The reason Tamba knew this was a barn was because, when he had first -joined the circus, he had been taken to a barn, and there was taught -some tricks. The circus folk and the animals lived in a big barn -instead of tents during the winter. So when Tamba saw this building he -knew, at once, that it was a barn. - -Now it happened that this was a barn belonging to a farmer, who also -owned a house near by, but which Tamba could not see on account of the -trees. So, making sure that no one was about, Tamba walked toward the -barn, and, one of the doors being open, in walked the tiger. - -He looked all around, as best he could, for it was not very light, and -he sniffed and smelled the smell of animals. - -“Maybe some of my friends are here,” thought Tamba. “I’ll slink around -and see.” - -So he walked softly and slinkingly to the middle of the barn floor, and -peered about, and, right after that, a very strange thing happened. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -TAMBA MEETS TINKLE - - -At first when he went into the barn through the door which was open, -Tamba, the tame tiger, could not see very much. It was the same as when -you go into a dark moving-picture theater from the bright sunshine -outside. - -But, in a little while, Tamba’s eyes could see better, and he noticed -some piles of hay and straw in the barn. That made him feel more at -home. - -“This is just like the circus barn where I used to be before we started -out with the tents,” thought Tamba to himself. “That is hay, which Tum -Tum and the other elephants used to eat. I don’t like it myself. I like -meat and milk. But I don’t see any elephants here.” - -And for a very good reason, as you know. Farmers don’t keep elephants -and other circus animals in their barns. - -So Tamba looked about in the barn, and he sniffed and smelled with his -black nose, hoping to smell something good to eat. But though there was -an animal smell about the place (because there were cows and horses in -the lower part of the barn) still Tamba did not want to eat any of -them. - -If he had been in the jungle he might have felt like eating a cow, or, -what is very much the same thing, a water buffalo. But since he had -been in the circus he had been used to eating the same kind of meat -that you see in butcher shops. So, though the tiger was quite hungry, -and though there were cows and hay in the farmer’s barn, Tamba did not -see much chance of getting a meal. - -“I’ll starve before I’ll eat hay,” he said. “It’s all right for -elephants and horses and ponies, like the Shetland ponies we had in the -circus, but hay is not good for tigers.” - -So Tamba walked farther into the barn, looking about and sniffing -about, and then, all at once, he heard some one whistle. Tamba knew -what a whistle was, for often his own trainer or the trainer of Nero -would go about the circus tent whistling. So, when Tamba, in the barn, -heard some one coming along whistling a merry tune he at once thought -to himself: - -“Oh, perhaps that is one of the circus men coming to take me back to -my cage in the tent! Well, I’m not going! I’m going to go back to my -jungle, and not to the circus! I’ll just hide where they can’t find me!” - -Now the big pile of hay in the barn seemed the best place in the -world for Tamba to hide in, and, as the whistling sounds came nearer -and nearer, the tiger crept softly across the barn floor, and soon was -snuggling down in the hay. - -“I remember once, when I lived in the jungle, I hid in a pile of dry -grass just like this hay,” thought Tamba. “It was when I wanted to play -a trick on my brother Bitie. I jumped out at him and scared him so he -ran off with his tail between his legs. Maybe I can jump out and scare -this circus man so he won’t want to take me back.” - -You see Tamba thought surely it was a circus man coming into the barn -whistling. But it wasn’t at all. It was the boy who worked on the -farm. His father had sent him to the barn to gather the eggs which the -chickens had laid, and this boy, whose name was Tom, nearly always went -about his chores whistling. - -“I hope I get a lot of eggs to-day,” said Tom, speaking aloud to -himself, as he stopped whistling. “Maybe I can get a whole basket full. -I’ll look in the hay for them. Hens like to lay their eggs in the hay. -It’s a good place for them to hide.” - -Now, if that farmer boy had only known it, there was something else -hidden in the hay besides hens’ eggs. There was Tamba, the tame tiger. -Tamba had worked himself down into a regular nest in the dried grass, -and only his eyes peered out. They were very bright and shining eyes, -and they watched every move of the farmer boy. - -Tamba saw the basket which the boy carried in his hand so he might put -the eggs in it, and, seeing this basket, the tame tiger thought to -himself: - -“Well, if he expects to take me back to the circus in that little -basket he’s very much mistaken. Why, it wouldn’t hold two of my paws!” - -And then Tamba took a second look, and he saw that the boy was not one -of the circus keepers, as the tiger had at first supposed. - -“But he whistles just like one,” thought Tamba. “I wonder what he -wants.” - -So the boy, not knowing anything about the tiger in the hay, walked -right toward Tamba, hoping to gather eggs. - -In another moment, just as the boy began poking his hand down in the -loose hay, hoping to find a hen’s nest full of eggs there, Tamba made -up his mind it was time for him to do something. - -“I’ll give this fellow, whoever he is, a good scare!” said Tamba to -himself. “I’ll teach him to come looking for me with a basket! Look out -now, you whistling chap!” said Tamba to himself. - -[Illustration: He dropped his basket.] - -Then he gave a loud growl――one of his very loudest――and he raised -himself from his nest in the hay, and stuck his head out. - -Now if you had gone hunting hens’ eggs in your father’s barn, and had, -all of a sudden, seen a great, big, striped tiger jump out at you from -the hay, giving a loud growl, I believe you would have done just what -this boy did. And what he did was this. - -He dropped his basket, gave one look at Tamba in the hay, and then -uttered such a yell that his father and mother in the farmhouse, quite -a distance off, heard him. And then that boy ran out of the barn as -fast as he could run. That’s what this boy did, and I think you would -have done the same. - -“Well, I guess he won’t come back right away,” thought Tamba. “But -there may be others like him. If I stay here I may have to scare a -whole lot of them. I guess I’ll find a new hiding place.” - -So Tamba came out from his nest in the hay and began moving about in -the barn, looking for a new place in which to snuggle, and perhaps find -something to eat. And the first thing he knew he stepped right into a -hen’s nest of eggs. Right down among the eggs Tamba put his paw. - -Of course he broke some of the eggs, but he took up his paw so quickly -again that not many of the shells were cracked. And, as his paw was -covered with the sticky whites and yellows of the eggs, Tamba began -licking it with his tongue to make it clean. - -“Hum! These eggs taste as good as the ones I used to get in the -jungle,” said the tiger to himself. “Guess I’ll eat them. I’m hungry, -and they’ll be almost as good as meat.” - -So Tamba carefully cracked the egg shells and sucked out the whites and -yellows. He ate a whole dozen of eggs before he finished, and then he -felt better. - -“Now I’ll go and find a new place to hide,” he said to himself. - -He found a stairway leading from the upper part of the barn, where the -hay was stored, to the lower part, where were the stables of the cows -and horses. Down the stairs softly went Tamba, and no sooner was he -down there than he felt right at home. For it smelled just like that -part of the circus where the horses were kept. And, as a matter of -fact, there were a number of horses in the barn, and quite a few cows. - -At first the horses were afraid of the tiger, and pulled at the straps -which held them fast in their stalls. But Tamba, speaking in animal -talk, said: - -“I am a tame tiger. I won’t hurt any of you. I only want to hide here -so the circus men won’t find me. I am on my way back to the jungle. I -have run away from the circus.” - -When Tamba spoke thus kindly the horses were no longer afraid. One of -them said Tamba might hide in a pile of straw near his stall, and this -the tiger was glad to do. He stretched out, and got ready to go to -sleep. - -Now I must tell you a little about the farmer boy. When he saw the -tiger rear up at him out of the hay, and ran away, screaming with fear, -he did not know what to do. All he could yell was: - -“The tiger! The tiger! A big striped tiger is in our barn!” - -The boy’s father and mother heard him shouting and yelling, and they -ran out of the house to see what the matter was. They saw that Tom was -very much frightened indeed. - -“What is it?” they asked. - -“Oh,” Tom answered, “I went to get some eggs out of the hay, and I -found a tiger there! He had great big eyes, big teeth and a big mouth!” - -“Oh, Tom! Really?” asked his mother. - -“Really and truly!” he answered. “You can go and look for yourself!” - -“No, I don’t believe I want to,” said Tom’s mother. “But do you really -think he did see a tiger?” she asked her husband. - -“Well, I don’t know,” he slowly answered. “I read in the paper -something about a circus train having been wrecked, and maybe a tiger -or an elephant got loose and is roaming about.” - -“It’s a tiger――not an elephant――and he’s in our barn,” said Tom. “Come -and see, Dad! But you’d better bring your gun!” - -“Yes,” agreed the farmer, “I think I had. And I’ll call some of the men -to help hunt the tiger, too!” - -But, as it happened, by the time the farmer had called some neighbors -in to help him and they had gotten their guns, Tamba had left the upper -part of the barn, where the hay was, and had gone downstairs among the -horses and cows. And as the farmer and his friends did not know this, -and as none of the horses or cows called out to tell the men, they -didn’t know where Tamba was. - -They looked in the hay, where the boy had seen him, but Tamba was gone. -The men even found the place where Tamba had eaten the eggs, but the -jungle circus beast was not in sight. He was well hidden downstairs in -the straw near the stall of the kind horse. - -So the men hunted in vain, and some of them thought the tiger had gone -back to the circus, while others thought he had run off to the woods, -perhaps. At any rate, they did not find him in the barn, though he was -there all the while they were searching. A wild animal sometimes knows -better how to hide than you boys and girls do when you are playing -games. - -And now I must tell you something that happened to Tamba, as he still -hid in the lower part of the barn. He was snugly curled up in the straw -when suddenly there was a patter of little hoofs on the floor, and a -small pony trotted into his small stall, which was near that of the big -horse, next to which Tamba was hiding. - -“Well, friends, here I am back!” cried the little pony. “I have been -giving the boys and girls a ride, and now I’ve come back to have -something to eat. Has anything happened while I was out, hitched to the -basket cart, giving rides to the boys and girls? Has anything happened?” - -“Yes,” answered the old horse, near whose stall Tamba was hiding in the -straw, “something strange has happened. A big striped animal, who calls -himself a tiger, came into our barn.” - -“A tiger!” cried the little pony. “Why, I’d like to see him. I know -something about tigers.” - -“Oh, do you?” asked Tamba himself, sticking his head out of the -straw, as he had stuck it out of the hay at Tom. But the pony was not -frightened. “So you know something about tigers, do you?” went on -Tamba. “Well, what is your name, if I may ask? Mine is Tamba.” - -“Oh, ho! I know that very well!” neighed the pony. “You don’t know me, -Tamba, but I have often seen you in the circus. I am Tinkle, the trick -pony. I was in the circus a short time myself, but there were so many -of us little Shetland ponies that I don’t suppose you remember me. But -there were only a few tigers in the show, and I remember you very well. -Didn’t you used to jump through a paper hoop as one of your tricks?” - -“Yes,” answered Tamba, “I did. And, now that you speak of it, I believe -I remember you. You used to pull, around the ring, a little cart with a -funny clown in it, didn’t you?” - -“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I did. Well, Tamba, I’m glad to see you again. But -what brings you so far from the circus, and why are you hiding here?” - -“That,” said Tamba, “is a long story. I’ll tell it to you!” - -But, all of a sudden, one of the cows at the far end of the stable -mooed out: - -“Quick, Tamba! Here comes the man to milk us! Hide in the straw so he -won’t see you!” - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -TAMBA AND SQUINTY - - -Tamba did not need to be told twice what to do. As soon as he heard the -kind words of the cow the tame tiger ran softly on his padded feet and -snuggled down again in the straw. And the man came in, milked the cows, -and went out with the foaming pails without knowing anything about the -circus tiger hiding in the lower part of the barn. He thought the tiger -had gone away. - -“Now it’s all right――he’s gone and you may come out,” said the cow to -Tamba, and the tiger, shaking the straw from his striped black and -yellow fur, walked out to talk some more to Tinkle, the trick pony. - -“You were going to tell us how it was you left the circus, Tamba,” said -Tinkle. “Make a good, long story of it. I like stories.” - -“I haven’t time to make it too long,” said Tamba, “for I must be on -my way. I want to get back to my jungle. At first I thought the long -grass near the railroad was the place I wanted. But I see it is not the -jungle where I used to live. So I must travel on a long way, and the -sooner I start the quicker I’ll be there. But I’ll tell you how I got -loose from the circus.” - -So Tamba told Tinkle the story I have told you――how the circus was -wrecked in the railroad accident, and how the cage burst open, letting -the tame tiger loose. - -“And now I’m here,” finished Tamba. “But tell me, Tinkle, how did you -come to leave the circus?” - -“Well, I had many adventures,” said the trick pony. “I used to live on -a stockfarm, something like this, only there were more horses on it. I -was taken away to live with a nice boy, who taught me many tricks, and -then a bad man, with a big moving wagon, came along one day and stole -me away. He sold me to the circus, and it was there I saw you, Tamba. I -know Tum Tum, too, and Dido, the dancing bear!” - -“Yes, they are all friends of mine,” said Tamba. “At least they were -before I left. Now, I suppose, I’ll never see them again, for I am -going to the jungle. But you haven’t yet told me, Tinkle, how you came -to leave the circus.” - -“Oh, it’s all written down in a book,” answered the trick pony. - -“Oh, a book!” exclaimed Tamba. “I’ve heard Tum Tum and Dido speak of -being in books, but I didn’t know what they meant. And I haven’t time -to learn now, so suppose you tell me.” - -“Well, there’s a book all about me and my adventures,” said Tinkle, -the trick pony. “But, as long as you can’t read it, I’ll just tell you -that, one day, when I was in the circus doing my tricks, George, the -boy who used to own me before I was stolen away, came to the show. -There he and his sister saw me and they knew me again, and I was taken -out of the circus and given back to my little master. I’ve lived with -him ever since. We often come to this farm in the summer, and I have -just been giving him and his sister and some of the other children a -ride in the pony cart. George is very nice to me, and gives me lumps of -sugar.” - -“I hope he isn’t the boy whom I scared in the hay,” said Tamba. “I -would not want to scare any friend of yours, Tinkle.” - -“Oh, well, if you only scared him, and didn’t scratch him, I guess it -will be all right,” said the trick pony. “But I don’t believe it was -George you frightened, as he was out driving me. It must have been Tom, -or one of the other boys.” And so it was, as Tinkle learned later. - -“And so you are going to the jungle, are you?” asked Tinkle of Tamba, -when they had talked a while longer. - -“Yes, I want to get back to my old home,” answered the tiger. “I don’t -like it in the circus. But, still, there was one thing I liked in it, -and that was the good meals I had. I’m very hungry right now.” - -“Oh, excuse me!” exclaimed Tinkle. “I should have thought of that -before. I’m so sorry! Won’t you have some of my hay or oats?” - -“Yes, and give him some of our bran,” added the cow who had told about -the man coming in to milk. - -“Oh, thank you, very much, Tinkle. And you too, my cow friend,” replied -the tiger gratefully. “But I can’t eat hay, bran, or oats. We tigers -must have meat. I don’t suppose you eat any of that?” - -“No,” said Tinkle, “we don’t. It’s too bad! I don’t know how we can -give you anything to eat. It’s no fun to be hungry, either.” - -“I know how we can feed your tiger friend,” said one of the big farm -horses. - -“How?” eagerly asked Tinkle. He felt just as you would feel if some -friend came to visit you and you couldn’t give him anything to eat. -“How can I feed Tamba on the meat that he likes?” asked Tinkle. - -“I’ll tell you,” went on the horse. “You know the big dog who drives -the sheep to and from the meadow?” - -“Oh, yes, I know our sheep-dog very well,” said Tinkle. “He is a friend -of mine.” - -“Well, he has company,” went on the horse. “A dog named Don has come -to see him and spend the day. I came in just now from plowing one of -the fields, and I saw the farmer’s wife put a big plate of meat and -bones out near the dog kennel. She said it would do for our dog and his -friend, Don.” - -“Yes, but if the meat is for the dogs they’ll eat it all up, and there -won’t be any for Tamba,” said Tinkle. - -“Oh, but wait a minute!” neighed the horse. “I didn’t finish. Don and -our dog went off to the woods. I heard them say they would be gone for -a long time, and maybe they would find something to eat there. So if -they don’t come back to eat the bones and meat Tamba can have it.” - -“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I suppose he can. I hope Don doesn’t come back.” - -“I hope so, too,” said Tamba. “I’m getting hungrier every minute.” - -“I’ll go out and look,” said Tinkle. “It will soon be dark, and if the -plate of meat is still by the dog kennel, you can sneak out and get -it, Tamba, and no one will see you. I’ll go and look.” - -Tinkle, the trick pony, was not kept tied in a stall as were the other -horses. He could roam about as he liked, and so he trotted out of the -barn to where the farm dog had his house, or kennel. There, surely -enough, was a big plate of meat and some large bones, large enough, -even, for a lion or a tiger. - -“It’s all right,” said Tinkle, when he came trotting back. “The meat -is there, Tamba, and I didn’t see anything of Carlo, our dog, nor his -friend, Don. Now if they don’t come back until dark, why, you can go -out and have a good meal.” - -“I will, thank you,” returned Tamba, and he wished, with all his heart, -that Don and the other dog would not come back. - -“Of course I don’t want to see them hungry,” thought Tamba, “but they -may get something to eat in the woods, and perhaps I couldn’t do that. -There may be no muskrats there.” - -Everything came out all right. The twilight faded, and it became dark. -Then Tamba, who remained hidden in the stable, crept softly out to the -plate of meat and bones that had been left for the dogs. He ate up -everything and gnawed the bones, and then he got a drink of water from -the horse trough and felt much better. - -“And now, Tinkle, I will bid you and your kind friends good-by and be -on my way to get back to the jungle,” said Tamba, after he had eaten. - -“Oh, are you going to run away?” asked the trick pony. “You’ll be just -like Don, the dog, then. He ran away, too.” - -“But he ran back again, as I have heard my friend, Nero, the circus -lion, say,” replied Tamba. “I am not exactly running away from you. I -ran away from the circus, but I am only leaving you after paying you a -visit. And I liked my visit very much. That meat, too, was very good. -Thank you, Tinkle.” - -“I only wish there had been more of it,” said the trick pony. “But, if -you have to go, I suppose you must leave. I hope you’ll get safely to -your jungle.” - -But Tamba had many adventures ahead of him before that time. He said -good-by to Tinkle and the farm animals, and then, looking out of the -barn and peering through the darkness, to see that none of the farmer’s -men were on the watch with their guns, Tamba slunk out into the night. - -Once more he was on his way, traveling to find his jungle. On through -the dark woods and over the fields went Tamba, taking care to keep away -from houses where people might live who would see him and tell the -circus men to come and get him. Tamba did not want to be caught. - -So, for several days, Tamba traveled on. Often he was hungry and -thirsty, but he managed to find things to eat once in a while, and now -and again he came to springs of water or streams where he drank. So, -though he did not have a very good time, he managed to live. - -One evening, just as it was getting dark, Tamba sniffed the air and -smelled a smell which told him he was near another stable and barn. It -was not the one where Tinkle lived, though. - -“I wonder if I can get anything to eat here,” thought Tamba. - -Carefully and softly the tame tiger crept around the corner of the -carriage house. Near by he saw what seemed to be a low building without -any roof a little way ahead of him, and from this place came gruntings -and squealings. - -“Get over on your own side of the trough! You’re eating all my sour -milk!” said one squealy voice. - -“I am not, either, Squinty!” came the answer. “I want something to eat -just as much as you do!” - -“Ha! Something to eat!” thought Tamba who heard and understood this -animal talk. “I wonder who those chaps are, and who Squinty is. And I -wonder if they have enough for me to eat. I’m going to see!” - -Up to the pen, which had no roof, went Tamba, and, rising on his two -hind legs, he looked over the side and down in. There he saw a number -of pigs who were drinking sour milk and bran from a trough. - -One of the pigs, with a queer droop to one eye, looked up and saw Tamba -peering in. - -“Hello!” grunted this pig. “Who are you, and what’s the matter?” - -“I’m Tamba, a tame tiger,” was the answer, “and the matter is that I’m -hungry. Who are you?” - -“Squinty, the comical pig!” was the grunting reply. “And you had better -travel on! We have nothing here for tigers to eat!” - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -TAMBA IN THE CITY - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, rearing up on his hind legs to look down into -the pig pen, saw the funny look on the face of the animal who had -spoken to him. - -“What’s that you say?” asked Tamba in a growling voice. - -“I said we didn’t have anything to give tigers,” went on the comical -pig, and really he was comical, for his one eye had such a funny look -as it drooped toward one ear. It seemed to be looking in two ways at -once, and that is something you don’t often see in a pig. - -“Well, it seems to me I smell something very good,” went on Tamba. “It -smells like milk to me.” When he was a little tiger Tamba had liked -milk very much, and now, even though he was older, he knew it would be -good when he was hungry. - -“Yes, you do smell milk,” went on Squinty. “But it is sour.” - -“Sour or sweet, it makes no difference to me,” replied Tamba. “I am -hungry enough to eat anything.” - -“Well, I don’t want to be cross or impolite,” said Squinty, “but there -is only enough sour milk for us pigs. We can’t give you any.” - -“Ha! Well, I simply must have something to eat!” returned Tamba, and -his voice was more growly now. “If I can’t get milk I must have meat. I -remember once, in the jungle, eating a little pig who looked something -like you. What’s to stop me taking a few bites off you, if you won’t -give me any of your milk?” - -“Oh, ho! So you think you can bite me, do you?” squealed Squinty. -“Well, we’ll see about that!” - -Now Squinty was a brave little animal, and he had seen more of the -world than some of the other small pigs in the pen. In fact, Squinty -had had a number of adventures, and those of you who have read my first -book entitled, “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” know that Squinty was not -much afraid of anything. - -So no sooner did he hear Tamba talk that way, about taking bites, and -so on, than Squinty ran to where there was a loose board in the pen, -and out he popped. - -“Ho! So you think because you’re a big, circus tiger that you can scare -me, do you?” squealed Squinty. “Well, I’ll show you that I’m not a bit -afraid!” - -Now, as it happened, near the pen, where the farmer intended to use -it the next day, was a pail of whitewash. It was like thick, white -water, and the pail was full of it. Squinty gave one look at the pail -of whitewash, and a glance at Tamba, who had taken his forepaws down -off the edge of the pen, and was standing on all four feet looking at -Squinty. - -“There! Take that and see how you like it!” squealed Squinty, and with -his strong nose, made for digging down under the ground after roots and -things, Squinty upset the pail of whitewash and gave it a push toward -Tamba. - -The whitewash splashed out, and lots of it splattered on the tame -tiger, so that he was splashed and speckled with spots of white as well -as being marked with black and yellow stripes. - -“Now how do you like yourself?” asked Squinty of Tamba, as he looked at -the tame tiger in the moonlight, for the moon was just coming up. “If -you try to bite me or any of my friends I’ll splash some more whitewash -on you!” - -“You can’t,” said Tamba. “There isn’t any more left in the pail. It’s -empty; I can see for myself. I guess I got most of it on me.” - -[Illustration: The whitewash splashed out and splattered on the tame -tiger] - -“Well, if I can’t throw whitewash on you I’ll throw something else!” -threatened Squinty. “You’ve got to leave us pigs alone!” - -“Yes,” said Tamba, “I can see that I’d better. I didn’t know you were -such a fierce chap, Squinty.” - -“Well, I didn’t mean to be cross,” said the pig. “But when you talked -of biting me, why, I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry I spotted you -with white like that.” - -“It’s all my fault,” returned Tamba. “I shouldn’t have said anything -about biting you. Being splashed with whitewash serves me right. But I -am very hungry, and your sour milk smelled very good!” - -“I’m afraid there isn’t much left now,” said Squinty. “The pigs were -very hungry to-night. But if you’ll come over to the side of the pen, -where I broke out to rush at you, I’ll see if there is anything else. -Sometimes they throw kitchen table scraps into our trough, and there -are bits of meat which we small pigs don’t eat. You may have that, if -there is any. Tigers like meat, I’ve heard.” - -“Yes,” said Tamba, “I like meat very much. It is about all I can eat, -though I could manage to drink some milk――sour or sweet.” - -“Come, we’ll go see what there is,” went on Squinty. “When I said we -had nothing for tigers I didn’t think about the meat scraps.” - -So Squinty led Tamba back to the side of the pen whence the little pig -had pushed his way out. Then Squinty explained to the other pigs what -had happened. - -“Yes, here are some meat scraps,” said one of the pigs, when Squinty -had told how hungry Tamba was. “It isn’t very much, though.” - -“Even a little will keep me from starving,” said Tamba. “When I get to -my jungle I’ll have all I want to eat, but just now it is pretty hard -to find enough. In the circus I had plenty.” - -“Oh, so you’re from the circus, are you?” asked Squinty. “I used to -know some animals in a circus. There was Mappo, the merry monkey.” - -“Yes, I have heard of him, too,” said Tamba. “But he isn’t with the -show now. Ah, but this meat tastes good!” - -The tame tiger was now chewing the scraps the pigs had brushed aside as -they did not want them. Tamba did not feel so hungry now, but he did -feel queer where the whitewash had splashed on him. - -“I’m sorry about that,” said Squinty. “If you go down to the end of the -meadow there is a pond, and you can wash off the white splashes. It’s -warm enough to take a bath.” - -“I’m not very fond of water,” said Tamba, “though I do take a bath now -and then. I guess I can wash off the white stuff by dipping my paws in -the water and rubbing them over my striped coat. I’ll do it.” - -And that is what Tamba did after he had eaten up all the meat scraps -there were in the pigs’ pen. Then he said good-by to Squinty and the -others and started off again. - -“I must get to my jungle,” said the tiger. “I have been away from the -circus quite a while now, and, as yet, I have not come to the jungle.” - -“But you have had lots of adventures,” said Squinty, the comical pig, -for Tamba had told of some of the things that had happened to him. “You -have had almost as many adventures as I, Tamba. I suppose you can call -that an adventure, when I splashed the whitewash on you.” - -“Yes,” agreed Tamba, “I think that, most certainly, was an adventure. I -don’t want another like it, though.” - -So Tamba traveled on again. He thought, if he went far enough, he must, -some day or other, come to the jungle where he used to live. But he did -not know which way to go, and, often as not, he went wrong. However, as -Squinty said, the tame tiger was having many adventures. - -He had a queer one the second night after he had met Squinty, and this -is the way it happened. Tamba had been roaming along in the night, -after having caught something to eat in the woods, and at last he came -out on a road which stretched far and away in the moonlight. - -“That is a long road to travel,” thought Tamba. “I think I will take -a rest before I go down it any farther. I’ll hide somewhere and wait -until morning.” - -Tamba looked around for a place to hide, and saw a big pile of hay. He -knew it was hay, since he had often seen it in the circus tent, and he -remembered having hidden in the hay in the barn. - -“But this hay isn’t in a barn,” said Tamba, as he looked at the pile. -“It seems to be on a wagon, as my cage used to be.” - -And that is just what it was. Tamba had come to a farm, and a little -way down the road from the farmhouse was a wagon loaded with a great -pile of hay. The farmer had loaded the hay on the wagon the evening -before, so as to have it all ready to hitch his horses to and pull it -into the city early in the morning. The farmer was going to sell the -hay in the big city. - -“Well, that hay will make a nice place for me to sleep,” thought Tamba. -He gave a big jump, and landed on top of the load of hay. There were, -as yet, no horses hitched to the wagon. That would be done in the -morning. - -Tamba pawed out a nice, cozy bed for himself on top of the load of hay, -burrowed away down in, pulled some hay over him as a covering, and -went to sleep. - -How long he slept the tame tiger did not know. But when he suddenly -awoke, he saw the sun shining, and he heard a rumble and roar all about -him. - -“What’s this? Where am I? What has happened?” thought Tamba. - -He saw the hay all about him. He felt the jolting and sway of the -wagon. The roaring sound became louder. Tamba looked out between the -wisps of hay. He saw a strange sight. - -“Why, I’m in a big city!” thought the tiger. “The load of hay has come -to the city, and I came with it! Oh, dear, I am farther than ever from -my jungle! What shall I do?” - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, had really come to the city on a load of hay. I -know it sounds very strange to say that, but it really happened. I have -often seen dogs riding along on a load of hay that had started to ride -in the country, at the farmhouse where they lived, and had come all the -way to the city. So if a dog can ride on a load of hay I don’t see why -a tiger can’t, especially when he is a tame tiger. - -Anyhow, that’s what Tamba did. He rode along on the load of hay until -it reached the big, noisy city. But the funny part of it was that the -man who drove the load of hay didn’t know he was giving a ride to a -tiger. If he had known that I don’t believe he would have guided his -horses along so easily, nor do I believe the horses themselves would -have gone so quietly. - -But there Tamba was, snugly curled up in a little nest on top of the -load of hay, where no one could see him. He could look out and down at -the city streets through which he was passing, and he saw many strange -sights. But he was used to them, and he was not afraid of being in the -city. For he remembered having seen a city like this many times before -when he was in his cage and the circus parade had gone up and down the -streets to show the animals, so that boys and girls would be all the -more anxious to come to the performance. - -“Well, I wonder what will happen to me now,” thought Tamba, as the hay -wagon rumbled along the city streets. “I can’t stay here much longer. -Some one will be sure to see me, and perhaps the man who owns this hay -is taking it to the very circus where I used to live. If that happens -they’ll get me back in a cage again, and I don’t want that to happen. I -must be very careful!” - -On and on went the load of hay, with Tamba hiding at the top, and, -pretty soon, the man drove into a sort of big yard. There were trees, -and grass, and some buildings. But what made Tamba sit up and sniff -eagerly was the smell of wild animals. I dare say you have often -noticed it yourself when you have gone to the circus. Even with your -eyes shut you can tell as soon as you enter the wild animal tent. - -“Dear me, this is very strange!” thought the tame tiger. “Can the man, -with his load of hay, have brought me back to the very circus from -which I ran away? It smells so, but I don’t see any of the big tents, -nor yet the barn where I used to live in winter. Besides, this is -summer, not winter. I wonder what it all means!” - -The more Tamba thought about it and the stronger the wild animal smell -came to him, the more the tame tiger was puzzled. The load of hay, in -which he was hidden, rumbled along, down a little hill, and then Tamba -heard the man call: - -“Whoa!” - -That meant for the horses to stop. Tamba had often heard the circus men -call that to their horses when they wanted them to stop pulling the big -cage wagons, and so the tiger understood. - -“Now I wonder what will happen to me,” thought Tamba. He raised his -head up from his snug nest in the hay and saw what he knew to be a -barn, though it was not like the one near which he had met Squinty, the -comical pig, nor like the one where he had frightened the boy Tom. - -“But it’s a barn all right,” thought Tamba. “And there must be some of -my tiger, elephant and lion friends near it, else there wouldn’t be -that wild animal smell. I wonder if Tum Tum, Nero and Dido are here. -Maybe they brought them here after the train wreck.” - -Tamba did not know what to think, but what he wanted to do was to keep -out of sight of any men who might be around, until he could think of -what to do. - -“For I’m not in my jungle, that’s sure,” said Tamba to himself. “And -how to get there I don’t know. But I’m not going back to the circus if -I can help it.” - -Tamba now felt some one pulling at the load of hay, as if about to -unload it from the wagon. Then the tame tiger, giving a look over the -side and seeing no one, slipped and slid down, and, noticing an open -door in the barn, through it he ran and hid in a dark corner. - -“There! Now maybe they can’t find me!” thought the tiger. “I’ll stay -here until it’s dark, and then run out. But where am I?” - -Tamba asked himself this question over and over again. Outside the barn -he heard men talking and horses moving about, and with the wild animal -smell came the sweet smell of new hay――the hay on which he had ridden -to the city. - -“The man must be taking the hay off the wagon,” thought Tamba. “I can’t -ride on it again. Well, perhaps I shall not need to. But I should like -to know where I am, and what all this means.” - -For some time Tamba remained hidden in a dark corner of the barn, and -then, suddenly, an animal came running in and Tamba knew at once what -kind it was. For it was striped almost the same as was the tiger -himself――with yellow and black――and it was a zebra. - -“Oh, hello, my friend!” called Tamba, in animal talk, from the place -where he was hidden. “Are you running away from the circus, too, Mr. -Zebra?” - -“Circus? Why, no. I never was in a circus, though I’ve heard about such -things,” the zebra answered. “But how did you get out of your cage? I -didn’t know any of the tigers were loose.” - -“Oh, I got out some time ago, in a train wreck,” answered Tamba. “But -what is the circus doing here, and have they had the parade yet?” - -“Look here!” exclaimed the zebra, as he chewed some wisps of hay he -picked up from the barn floor. “I guess we don’t either of us know what -the other is talking about. This isn’t a circus. This is a zoölogical -park, in a big city, and I am one of the animals. Only, as I am very -tame, they let me run about the yard where the barn is. We have some -lions and tigers here, but they are kept in cages. Are you one of the -zoo tigers?” - -“No,” answered Tamba. “I was a circus tiger. But I ran away, and I am -going back to my jungle. So this is the zoo. Now I understand.” - -What had happened was this. The farmer, on whose load of hay Tamba had -hidden, gone to sleep, and been given a ride to the city, had brought -the hay to the zoölogical park, to sell, as he often did. He had driven -it right up to the barn to unload, and then it was that Tamba slipped -off and hid before any one saw him. And the wild animal smell that -Tamba noticed was the smell of the animals in the park. I suppose you -have been to the zoölogical park near your own city, perhaps, and have -noticed that smell. It is almost like a circus, so it is no wonder -Tamba was puzzled. - -“So this is the zoo, is it?” he asked the zebra. “Well, I don’t want to -stay here, any more than I want to stay in a circus. But how can I get -away?” - -“Well, if you really belonged here, of course it wouldn’t be right for -me to tell you how to get away,” said the zebra. “But as you are not -one of the zoo animals, it will be all right for you to run off. You -had better wait until it is dark, though, and then you can crawl out -through the fence near the back of this barn. But you will be in the -middle of a big city, and not in your jungle.” - -“I know,” said Tamba, sadly. “But I’m used to cities. I have been in -parades in them often enough. I’ll find my way out somehow, and then -I’ll go to my jungle. But I wish I had something to eat. You haven’t a -bone or a piece of meat, have you?” - -“I am sorry to say I have not,” replied the zebra. “All I eat is hay -and grains. But I can show you where to get a drink of water.” - -“I shall like that,” said the tame tiger, “as I am very thirsty.” - -So the zebra showed the tiger where, in the barn, was a tub of water -out of which the horses who worked in the zoölogical park got their -drinks. There Tamba quenched his thirst and felt better. Then he -crawled back into the dark corner to hide. The zebra had to go away, -but he promised to come back and let Tamba know when it was dark enough -for the tiger to run out and start afresh on his journey to the jungle. - -All that day Tamba remained hidden in the barn. He saw none of the -other wild animals, and the zebra did not come back. Tamba was getting -hungrier and hungrier, but he knew he dared not go out to look for -anything to eat. If he had the park men would have seen him and chased -after him, either catching him to put in one of their cages, or else -sending him back to the circus. And Tamba did not want that. - -After a while it became darker. Tamba sneaked out and got another -drink, and then in a little while he heard the patter of the feet of -his zebra friend on the floor of the barn. - -“Are you there, Tamba?” asked the zebra, in animal talk. - -“Yes,” answered the tiger. - -“Well, it’s dark enough now for you to set out,” went on the zebra. -“Cut across the park over the big field you’ll see as soon as you leave -this barn. That way will take you to a street where there are not so -many cars and wagons as on the street nearest this side. It is quieter.” - -“That’s what I want――to be quiet,” said Tamba. “That’s why I want to go -back to my jungle.” - -Tamba took another drink of water, for he did not know when he would -get any more, and then, having said good-by to his friend, the striped -zebra, the tame tiger went softly out of the barn into the night. He -saw the big field and, on the other side, a row of lights. At first -they looked like the lights around the circus tents when a night-show -is being given, but when Tamba looked a second time he knew they were -street lights. He was still in the big city. - -“Good-by!” called the zebra after him. “I hope you soon come to your -jungle.” - -“Thank you! I hope so myself,” said Tamba. - -He ran across the big park field in the darkness. No one saw him, for -few persons are in the park at night. Tamba sniffed the air, and he -smelled water. There was such a strong smell of water that Tamba knew -it must come from a big river or a lake. - -“And it smells like salt water, too,” thought the tame tiger. “I -remember that smell of salt water. I smelled it when they put me on a -ship and brought me away from my jungle. Perhaps my jungle home is just -across that salt water. I am going to see.” - -What Tamba smelled was the salt water of a big river that flowed -through the city down to the ocean. And beyond the ocean lay the -jungle. This much Tamba had guessed. - -“I am going toward that salt water,” said the tiger to himself. “This -is the first time I have smelled it since I was on the ship. I believe, -after all, I shall at last get to my jungle.” - -But there were quite a few adventures for Tamba to have before he -reached his old home. - -On across the big field in the zoölogical park ran Tamba. He was coming -nearer and nearer to the row of lights, nearer and nearer to the smell -of salt water, and, also, nearer and nearer to a city street. It was -this street that Tamba feared most. Once he was across that, he thought -everything would be all right. - -He came to a low, stone wall around the park. He looked and listened as -well as he could. He did not see any one who he thought would try to -catch him. - -With a leap and a bound Tamba cleared the low, stone wall and found -himself on the sidewalk of a street. Just at this place, and at -this time, there did not happen to be any wagons, street cars or -automobiles. Tamba was beginning to think everything was coming along -finely, and that he would easily get to the salt water when, all of a -sudden, he heard a woman scream. Then a man, who was with her, cried: - -“What’s the matter? What is it?” - -“A tiger! A tiger! Look, there’s a tiger loose in the street!” - -“Why――why――so it is!” exclaimed the man, who, with the woman, had come -walking along soon after Tamba leaped over the wall. “It’s a real, live -tiger! It must have escaped from the zoo. I’ll drive it back!” - -“Oh, don’t! He might bite or claw you!” cried the woman. “Get a -policeman!” - -“I will,” answered the man, and he began to call loudly. - -“This is no place for me!” quickly thought Tamba. “I must run and hide -again.” - -Of course he did not know what the man and woman were saying, but he -knew that they would want to catch him, or call some one to do it, and -so Tamba knew he must hide. - -He looked about for a good place to go. He did not want to jump back -into the park. Up the street, a little way, he saw what he thought was -the opening to a big cave. True, it was lighter than the entrance to -the jungle cave where Tamba used to live, but perhaps it might do for a -hiding place. - -“I’ll go in there!” decided Tamba. - -The tiger turned away from the man, who was still shouting for the -police, and from the woman, who had covered her eyes with her hands, -and then Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of a cave. At -the entrance he could see that it stretched away out in a sort of dark -tunnel. - -“This is the place for me!” said Tamba to himself, and the next moment -he was running down some stone steps. As he went down he heard a loud -rumbling and roaring. - -“Ha! There is going to be a thunder storm,” thought Tamba. “I came to -this cave just in time!” - -And, back in the street, where they had first seen the jungle beast, -the man and woman cried: - -“Oh, the tiger ran down into the subway! The tiger is in the subway!” - - - - -CHAPTER X - -TAMBA AT THE DOCK - - -Queer as it may seem, Tamba had done that very thing. He had run -from the street into the opening of a subway station in a big city, -thinking it was a cave. And if you have ever been in a city where the -street cars run underground instead of on the surface, as wagons and -automobiles do, or instead of up in the air, as the elevated trains -run, then you will understand how it was that Tamba made his mistake. -For it was a mistake to go down into the subway, thinking it was a cave. - -The rumbling and roaring sound Tamba heard was a train coming along the -subway, and, being underground, it made much more noise and racket than -it would have done up on the surface. So it is no wonder the tame tiger -thought it was a thunder storm. - -Down the subway steps he ran. He saw a dark tunnel stretching out both -ways from the station. It was light on the station platforms where the -subway trains stopped, but beyond this place, at each side, the dark -tunnel of the subway stretched out. - -Tamba saw crowds of persons getting on and off the train, and as quick -as a flash he hid behind a candy counter and newspaper stand, where it -was partly dark. Tamba did not want any men to see him now, for since -he had smelled the salt water he wished, more than ever, to get across -it and back to his jungle. - -“Well,” thought the tame tiger as he crouched in the darkness behind -the candy stand, where the boy tending it, busy selling evening papers, -did not notice him, “well, I don’t know what this all is, nor what it’s -about, but I guess this isn’t the kind of cave I’m looking for. It -isn’t a jungle cave at all. It’s much too light and too noisy. It’s as -bad as the circus. I must get out of here if I can.” - -But Tamba knew better than to rush out when so many people were coming -and going. He wanted to wait until they had gone. But there were so -many of them it seemed that they would never go. And pretty soon a -policeman, and several excited men who did not wear blue suits with -brass buttons ran down the subway steps. - -“He came right down here!” said one excited man. “My wife and I were -walking along the stone wall by the park when the tiger jumped over -right in front of us. Then he ran down these subway steps.” - -“Then he must be here yet,” said the policeman. “And if he is, we’ll -catch him and send him back to the zoo. If he came out of one of the -cages there he must be pretty tame, and he won’t hurt any one. Come on, -now, everybody! We’ll have a tiger hunt in the subway!” - -Of course Tamba did not know what all this talk meant, but he knew -enough to guess that the policeman and the other men were trying to -capture him. So Tamba wanted to get to a better place to hide than just -behind a newspaper stand. And he was lucky enough to find it. - -The lower part of the stand was hollow, like a big box. In it the -newspaper boy kept his old papers, empty candy boxes and the like, and -there was plenty of room for a tiger in there. There was a door to this -underneath place, and the door happened to be open. - -Tamba saw it, saw, too, that it was dark and quiet underneath the -stand, and so he crawled in under there. A better place for a runaway -tiger could not have been found. Tamba curled softly up among some -bundles of old papers, and there he stayed while the hunt was going on. - -Up and down the subway station platforms the policeman and the others -looked for the tame tiger. But they never thought of looking beneath -the hollow newspaper and candy stand, and there Tamba stayed as snugly -as you please. - -“Well,” said the policeman at last to the man whose wife had screamed -so at the first sight of Tamba, “I guess you made a mistake, my friend. -You didn’t see any tiger at all. You dreamed it.” - -“I’m sure I didn’t dream,” said the man. “I wasn’t asleep. I saw that -tiger come into this subway as plain as anything.” - -“Well, then he must have run up the steps on the other side,” said the -policeman. “He could have done that before we got here. At any rate the -tiger is gone, and we may as well go out and look for him somewhere -else. He isn’t here!” - -The excitement soon quieted down, the searchers went upstairs, and -Tamba was left to himself in his hiding place beneath the newspaper and -candy stand. - -He could hear people walking up and down on the stone platform, and he -could hear them talking. They were talking about him, as it happened, -for the news of a tiger being loose somewhere in that part of the city -had spread. But Tamba, of course, did not know what the men and women -subway passengers were saying. He could hear the rumble and roar of the -subway trains, and they sounded something like the trains on which the -circus traveled from town to town. But Tamba did not come out of his -hiding place to look at them. He stayed quietly in the cubby-hole under -the stand. - -[Illustration: But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger.] - -After a while, as the hours passed, it became quieter in the subway. -There were fewer trains, and hardly any persons were traveling now. At -last, along about three o’clock in the morning, no trains ran at all. -The agent at the station went to sleep in his little booth, and the -newspaper boy had gone home long ago. Tamba thrust his head out of his -hiding place. He heard nothing and saw no one. - -“Now is the time for me to run out and go to the salt water,” said the -tiger to himself. “This time I shall surely get back to my jungle, I -hope.” - -Carefully and softly, Tamba crept along the subway platform. He passed -out of the ticket gate, right in front of the man in the little booth, -but the man was asleep and did not see the tiger. - -Up the same steps down which he had run some hours before, Tamba now -crept. He reached the open air and could see the stars glittering -overhead. The night was clear and warm. Tamba liked it very much. -Eagerly he sniffed the air and he smelled salt water. He turned his -face toward the river and began to stalk slowly along. He wanted to -cross the salt water and get home to his jungle. - -And as Tamba slunk along he began to remember how hungry he was. Since -leaving the circus he had not eaten very much. - -“Oh, if I could have a nice, juicy piece of meat now, how good it would -taste!” thought Tamba. But of course no meat stores were open at that -hour, and, if there had been, Tamba could not have gotten any meat from -them. If the tiger had strolled, no matter how quietly and politely, -into a meat shop, men would have driven him away, or have caught him -and shut him up in a cage. - -“But I do want something to eat!” sadly thought the tiger. - -Just then a smell came to his nose that made him lick his lips with his -red tongue and made him sniff very hard with his black nose. - -“I smell milk!” thought Tamba. “And it isn’t sour milk, either, like -that which Squinty, the comical pig, was drinking. I smell fresh milk, -and I wish I had some!” - -When Tamba smelled anything good he knew how to find it, even if he -could not see it. He just had to “follow his nose” until he came to it. -All jungle animals, and even your dogs and cats, do that. So when Tamba -smelled the milk he turned his nose toward it and walked along until he -came to it. And where do you suppose it was? - -Why, an early-morning milkman had left a big can of milk in front of a -grocery store, and it was this milk――some of which had slopped out from -the can――that Tamba had smelled. - -“Well, here’s milk all right, that’s sure,” said Tamba to himself, as -he sniffed around the can in the doorway of the store. “But how can I -get it out? I can’t scratch or bite through this tin can. And, oh, how -hungry I am! A good, big drink of milk would make me feel much better!” - -Tamba walked up and down in front of the can. It stood in the dark -corner of a sheltered doorway of a store on a main street, but at that -hour of the morning, after the milkman had passed, hardly any one was -ever out. - -“I must have some of that milk!” thought the hungry Tamba. He pawed and -clawed at the can, hoping he could find some way of getting it open, -when, all of a sudden, he knocked the can right over. It fell to the -sidewalk with a clatter and a bang, and the cover came off. - -Out gushed the white milk, and some of it spilled right into the big, -deep cover of the can itself. That was enough for Tamba. Here he had -the milk, in a dish all ready for him to lap it up with his red tongue, -and that is just what he did! - -“My, but that’s good!” thought the tiger, as he drank all the milk out -of the can cover. “I am having better luck than at first. There is even -enough milk for that pig Squinty, if he should happen to come along.” - -But of course Squinty was far away. Tamba lapped up all the milk from -the can cover, and then he saw where a little puddle had formed in -a hole in the sidewalk. Tamba took that milk, too, and then he felt -better. - -“Now to go down to the salt water and find my jungle,” he said to -himself, as he licked up the last drops of milk. - -So Tamba started off down the city streets once more, and because every -one was in bed and asleep no one saw him. - -But there was a very much surprised store-keeper who, the next morning, -went to take in the big can of milk. It was upset and spilled. - -“Ha! Some bad boys must have done this!” thought the store-keeper. “I -must tell the police!” - -But wouldn’t he have opened wide his eyes in surprise if he had known a -tiger had drunk the milk, and if he had seen Tamba doing it? Perhaps it -is just as well he did not. - -But Tamba never knew what a sad trick he had played on the store-keeper. -The tame tiger slunk along, coming nearer and nearer to the smell of the -salt water, and at last he came to the river itself. It really was a -river of salt water, and ran down to the big ocean. But the river was -not like those in the jungle. It had no banks of green vines, mud, and -trees. Instead, all along the river were big houses built on piers with -the water in between, and it was to one of these docks that Tamba slunk -down in the darkness. - -Tied at the docks were big ships which would soon steam down the river -and cross the ocean. Tamba knew what ships were. He had come across the -ocean in one when he was brought away from the jungle. - -“I think I have found the place I want at last,” said Tamba to himself, -as he walked slowly along a pier. “It is the place of the salt water -where I landed when I first came to this country. Now I have only to go -back the other way and I’ll be at my jungle. And how glad I shall be! -Now I will find a good place to hide until morning, and then I’ll see -what is best to do. I am tired now, but I had a good drink of milk and -I can sleep.” - -So Tamba found a quiet hiding place on the ship dock and went to sleep. - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -TAMBA ON THE SHIP - - -The sun was brightly shining when Tamba, the tame tiger, awakened in -his bed at the dock. I call it a “bed” for he had snuggled down on a -pile of bags between some boxes and bales, and this is as good a bed as -ever a tiger asks for. Often they are glad enough to sleep on the bare -boards of the circus cages, and even in their jungle caves they never -have more than a pile of dried leaves or grass. - -Tamba could look out through the cracks between the boxes and bales and -see the yellow sunshine on the dock. The sunshine made yellow stripes, -almost the color of Tamba’s tawny coat. He could feel the soft, warm -wind blowing in on him, and he could also smell the salt water. - -“I am in the right place at last,” thought Tamba. “But I must be -careful. I do not want to be caught when I am so near my jungle.” - -You see Tamba did not know just how far it was down the big salt river -and across the big, salt ocean to his jungle home. All he knew was -that the salt water here smelled just as the salt water had smelled -when he was put on the ship, to be brought away from his home in India. - -And there were ships at the dock. Tamba could see them, but he knew -better than to run out now and get on board one. For, now that it was -daylight, there were many men on the dock. They were driving their -wagons and drays about, laden as they were with things to go on board -the ships, and Tamba knew that if he ran out, in plain sight of these -men, some of them would chase him, and, perhaps, catch him. - -“So I’ll just stay hidden here until it gets dark again,” thought Tamba -to himself. “Then I’ll go on one of those big floating houses, which -Tum Tum says are called ships, and I’ll get back to my jungle. If I -wait until night no one will see me, and then they can’t catch me to -send me back to the circus.” - -So Tamba curled up in his snug little nest among the boxes and barrels -on the pier, and remained hidden. Of course if men had come to take -away those particular boxes they would have found Tamba, but, as it -happened, they did not, and so he was safe. - -After a while, though, Tamba began to feel hungry. Milk for a tiger, -even though it happened to be the full top of a can, is not enough. He -must have meat, and meat was what Tamba wanted just then. He sniffed -and smelled around among the boxes and bales which formed his nest, but -no meat smell came to his nose. If one of the boxes had happened to -have meat in it, perhaps Tamba might have clawed it open and gotten a -meal. But, as it was, there was nothing for him to eat. - -“Never mind,” he thought to himself; “perhaps to-night, when I get on -the ship, I can find something good to eat.” - -But Tamba was to have something before then. About noon the dock on the -edge of the salty river, where many ships were tied, became a very busy -place. Though Tamba did not know it, the ships were being loaded with -things to be taken across the sea and sold. - -The dock was crowded with wagons, horses, automobiles and men, all -being driven or hurrying to and fro, to get the big ships ready to -sail. For there were two ships in this dock, one on either side of the -pier, and Tamba was in a place called a warehouse, in between the two -vessels. - -So, as I say, the dock and warehouse was a very busy place at noon. And -as men must eat, as well as tigers, when the twelve o’clock whistles -blew some of the drivers tied their horses wherever they happened to -be, put nose-bags of oats on the horses’ necks, and then the men went -to get their own dinners. - -Now, as it happened, a wagon, with a load of meat on it, was stopped by -its driver near Tamba’s place. The end of the wagon, which was filled -with big pieces of beef, pork, and mutton, was near the hole among the -boxes where the tiger was hiding. And of course Tamba could easily -smell this meat. In fact, the smell of it awakened him from a little -sleep into which he had fallen. - -“Ha! What’s that?” asked the tiger of himself, as he opened his eyes. -He sniffed harder. The meat smell became plainer. Then he looked up. -Right over his head was the end of a big wagon, where the man driving -it had backed it to get it out of the way while he fed his horses and -went to get his own dinner. And on the end of the wagon was some nice, -juicy meat, just the kind Tamba had been fed in the circus. Only there -was more meat than Tamba had ever seen at one time before. - -The meat, as I suppose you have guessed, was to be put on board one of -the ships to feed the passengers and crew on its journey over the salty -sea. Of course Tamba did not know that. All he knew was that he felt -very hungry, and that here was meat. - -“Well, it was very kind of some one to bring me so much meat,” thought -the tiger to himself. “I’m sure I’m much obliged to them. And they -left me to myself to eat it, too. They didn’t stay to stare and watch -me, as the folks do in the circus. This is very nice.” - -So Tamba rose up on his hind legs, and, hidden as he was in his snug -nest, where no one saw him, and with the end of the meat wagon so -easily within reach, the tame tiger made a good meal. Of course he -chewed the ends off several nice pieces of meat that were meant to go -on board the ship, but it did not completely spoil them, and, after -all, the tame tiger was very hungry. - -“My, but this tastes good!” thought the tiger, as he took bite after -bite of juicy beef. “This is even better than the circus. I can have as -much as I want, and there are no bones to hurt my teeth. Of course I -like to gnaw a bone now and then, but when I am as hungry as I am now I -want just plain chunks of meat.” - -And Tamba had all he wanted. He just stood there and ate and ate from -the back of the wagon, and then, licking his jaws to make them clean, -he curled up in his nest again, and went to sleep once more. - -And when the man came back, after having had his lunch, to take the -oat-bags from the heads of his horses, he was in such a hurry to get -his wagon unloaded, was this man, that he never noticed where Tamba had -chewed the meat. - -And it was not until some days later, when the butcher on the ship was -cutting up the meat, that it was noticed that some of the pieces were -chewed as if by some animal. - -“I guess the dock rats did it,” said the ship butcher. And he never -knew it was Tamba, any more than the grocer knew it was a tiger that -had tipped over his can of milk. - -After his good meal Tamba had a fine sleep, and it was quite dark when -he awoke again. He peered out from between the boxes, barrels and -bales, and he saw that there were no men, horses or drays at the dock. -It was deserted and quiet. But, over at one side, Tamba could still see -the ships, or “floating houses,” as he called them. - -“Now if I can get on one of those ships I’ll soon be back at my -jungle,” thought Tamba to himself. “But I wonder which one to go on?” - -Carefully and quietly he slunk out of his hiding place. He walked along -until he came to where a sort of bridge, which is called a gangplank, -led up to the deck of the ship. Here Tamba smelled a smell that he very -well knew. It was a tiger smell――the smell of a wild beast. - -“Ha! If there have been wild jungle animals here, this is the very ship -I want to go on,” thought Tamba. “This must have come from jungle-land. -At no other place can I smell the wild animal smell. This is the ship -for me! I’ll get on, hide away, and have a nice ride back to my -jungle.” - -So, seeing no one about, Tamba walked softly up the plank, and stepped -softly to the deck of the big ship. And he managed to crawl down into a -hole without any one seeing him. Down in a hole, among some boxes and -barrels, just like those on the dock, Tamba hid himself. - -“Now for my jungle!” he said to himself as he curled up. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -TAMBA IN THE JUNGLE - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, had hidden himself away in the dark part of the -ship called the “hold.” It was there that the cargo was stored――the -place where boxes, barrels, and big wooden cases of things sent across -the ocean were kept from the time the ship left one dock, until it came -to another to unload. - -So Tamba had gone softly up the gangplank in the soft darkness of the -night from the pier, he had dropped to the deck of the ship, and had -crawled down what is called a “hatchway” into a hold. And there he hid. - -And I must tell you how it happened that Tamba smelled the wild animal -odor on one ship, and not on another. - -It was because this ship had, a week or so before, brought from India -and Africa a cargo of wild animals for a circus. There had been lions -and tigers and elephants and snakes on the ship, and even though they -had been taken off when the ship reached New York, some of the smell -remained. And it was this which Tamba smelled, and which made him feel -sure that this was a jungle-ship, or one that would take him back to -his Indian home. - -All through the night Tamba slept in the hold of the ship, among the -boxes and the barrels, as he had slept on the dock. When he awoke he -could see a little sunshine streaming through a crack, and he knew -another day had come. - -Just then he felt a queer motion. It was as if the whole ship, and -he himself in it, had been moved along. And that is just what was -happening. The ship was moving away from the dock, getting ready for -the voyage across the ocean. Tamba knew what the motion meant. He had -felt it before on his first sea voyage, when he had been brought away -from the jungle. - -“Well, at last I’m on my way back to the jungle,” thought Tamba. “It’s -lucky I found this ship.” - -And, indeed, Tamba was lucky in more ways than one. - -But, with all that, Tamba did not have a very good time on board the -ship. In the first place he knew he had to stay in hiding, if he did -not want to be seen, and, perhaps, shut up in a cage again, or, for all -he knew, be sent back to the circus. The tame tiger could not go out -on deck, as the passengers did, and breathe the fresh air and see the -sunshine. Poor Tamba had to stay down in the dark hold, hiding among -the boxes and barrels. - -And another thing was that he was hungry. After the first day when the -ship was at sea, the tiger began to want more meat. Even though he had -taken a good meal from the pile of beef on the wagon, that could not -last very long. - -So, after the second night Tamba began to prowl about in the hold of -the ship, looking for something to eat. He caught some big rats and ate -them, and if the men who owned the ship had known that they would have -been glad. For rats on ships do much damage, and eat some of the cargo. -So Tamba ate the rats, but they were hardly enough. He wanted more. - -Then, one day he got a meal very unexpectedly. One of the sailors, who, -perhaps, was as hungry as Tamba, took a big piece of meat from the -“galley,” as the kitchen on a ship is called. And the sailor, who had -no right to take this meat, stole away to eat it all by himself, so the -cook wouldn’t see him and scold him. - -And, as it happened, the sailor picked out the same hold in which Tamba -was hiding to come to eat his bit of meat which had been taken from the -galley. - -Now Tamba was very hungry just about that time, and when the sailor -happened to sit down on a barrel, behind which Tamba was hiding, and -began to eat the meat, the tame tiger smelled it. The tiger very much -wanted some for himself. - -Tamba peered out and saw the sailor sitting with the big chunk of -cooked meat on the barrel beside him. - -“That’s more than he needs,” thought Tamba, after the sailor had eaten -a bit. “I’ll take the rest. I don’t believe he’ll mind.” - -So Tamba reached up his paw, hooked his sharp claws into the meat, and -pulled it down toward his hungry mouth. The sailor turned just in time -to see his meat sliding off the barrel. - -“Here! Come back with that!” he yelled. “Sure, the rats are getting -very bold when they reach up and take your meat that way! Come back -with it!” - -The sailor leaned over the edge of the barrel, really thinking some -bold rat had taken his meat, and then the sailor saw Tiger Tamba, with -his glittering, green eyes, hiding down in the snug nest, chewing the -meat. - -“Oh, my! Oh, what do I see!” cried the frightened sailor. “Oh, ’tis a -live tiger! Well, it serves me right for taking meat I’d no business to -take! Oh, the tiger! The tiger!” and, shouting and yelling in fright, -the sailor ran up on deck and never went down there again. - -He did not dare tell the other sailors what he had seen, for then he -would have had to tell about taking the meat, and he did not want to do -this. - -As no one but the frightened sailor knew that Tamba was on the ship, -and this sailor was not quite sure himself, Tamba was not found out. -The chunk of meat he took away from the sailor was rather large, and it -saved Tamba from actually starving, though he was pretty hungry before -the ship got across the ocean. But he managed to catch some big rats -every day, and this helped out. - -Aside from this, and the trick he played on the sailor, Tamba did not -have many adventures on the ship. He had to keep pretty closely to the -dark hold, not daring to come out. - -Then one day the pitching and tossing came to an end. The ship reached -the end of her voyage and was tied up at a dock, this time in far-off -India. Tamba was very lucky that he had gotten on a vessel that took -him right back to his own jungle-land, though he was still many miles -from the place of the trees and tangled vines. - -The night after the ship was tied up at the dock in India, Tamba -watched his chance, and, when it was dark and quiet, he slipped up -on deck from the dark hold, and looked about. He could see trees and -houses, but there were not so many houses as in New York, and there -were more trees. The air, too, had a different smell. It had more the -smell of the jungle, and as Tamba sniffed it he said: - -“My home can not be so very far away now. I will run down off this ship -and find my jungle, and also my father and mother and my sister and -brother. Then I shall be happy. No more circus for me!” - -So down the same gangplank up which he had walked from the dock in New -York, Tamba ran, and soon he was on the Indian wharf. There were boxes -and barrels there, too, but Tamba did not stop to find a hiding place. -He wanted to run off to the jungle as soon as he could. - -The tiger was hungry, so he sniffed about until he found a place where -the ship’s cook had thrown overboard, on the dock, some scraps of meat -to some hungry dogs. The dogs had not eaten it all, and there was a -little left for Tamba. Then, when he had found a drink of water at a -fountain in a street near the dock, Tamba was ready to set off on his -journey to find his former jungle home. - -It was a warm, Indian night. There was no moon, and as there were not -many lights near the dock, Tamba was not seen as he slunk off the ship -and began to travel. He sniffed the warm, moist air, and it reminded -him of his jungle home. He remembered it from the time when he had been -a little, baby tiger. - -[Illustration: Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf.] - -“Ah, that is good!” thought Tamba. “It was nice in the circus, and I -had many good friends――Tum Tum, Dido, Chunky, the happy hippo, and -Nero. And I met many good friends after I ran away――even Squinty was -kind after he found I did not hurt him. But still I will like best to -get back to my jungle.” - -So Tamba traveled on through the dark night, getting farther and -farther away from the city where the ship had docked. Strange as it may -seem, Tamba had made the trip all the way across the ocean himself. It -was a great thing for a tiger to do, I think. - -Now he was in India, and that country has not so many large cities, nor -were they as close together as in the United States, where Tamba had -been in the circus. So, soon after leaving the dock, the tame tiger -found himself out in the wild country. And it was not so far away to -the jungle, though the jungle, where Tamba had formerly lived, was -still many miles off. - -“But at last I am free, I am not in the circus, and I am out in the hot -country that I love,” thought Tamba, as he slunk along under the trees -and bushes. “Now all that I have to do is to find the right jungle. I -can eat and drink now when I please. I shall not have to take chunks -of meat away from sailors, nor catch rats.” - -In this Tamba was right. All about him, in the woods, were plenty of -small animals on which he could feed. And there were pools of water -here and there where he could drink. It was not like being cooped up in -the hold of a ship, nor even like being in a circus cage. Tamba liked -very much to be free so he could wander where he wished. - -He traveled on and on for many nights, hiding in the day-time when he -came to a city or village, but slinking along through the tall grass, -or among the trees, when he came to the open country. He grew sleek and -fat, for he had plenty to eat. Then, too, he met other tigers and some -lions as well as a few elephants. - -All these animals he asked where his former jungle cave was, but none -of them could tell him. They did not know Tamba’s father or mother, nor -had they ever seen his sister or brother. - -For many miles Tamba roamed over India, looking for his old home. He -began to think he would never find it, and he was getting lonesome and -homesick when, one evening, he came to the edge of a deep wood. He -crossed a field of tall dried grass to reach the trees. He was on the -edge of a deep, dense jungle, and, somehow, as he sniffed the air, to -make sure there were no hunters about, and no wild beasts that might do -him harm――somehow, Tamba felt that he had been near this same jungle -forest once before. - -“But it was many years ago,” he thought. “I wonder if there is any one -here who would know where my father and mother are.” - -Slowly he crossed through the dried grass and reached the woods. In -front of him he saw a cave, and, at the sight of it, Tamba’s heart -began to beat faster. He had a strange feeling. - -Out in front of the cave walked a big tiger――a man tiger. He paced -slowly up and down, and, after a while, a tigress came out to keep him -company. Tamba looked past the cave and saw, tumbling about in the -dried leaves of the jungle, a boy and a girl tiger. Then he heard the -tigress say: - -“Well, our children are growing up. Soon they will go away from our -jungle cave.” - -“Yes, I suppose so,” said the larger man tiger, and Tamba thought the -old tiger’s voice was sad. - -“Yes, they will go away,” went on the tigress. “They will leave us as -Tamba did!” - -“Tamba!” thought the surprised circus tiger to himself. “She knows my -name!” - -“Oh, but Tamba did not go away,” said the old man tiger. “He was -caught in a trap. Well do I remember that night! We have never seen him -since.” - -“No; and I don’t suppose we ever shall,” said the tigress, and she, -too, spoke sadly. “I would give a great deal if I could only see my -little Tamba again.” - -At that Tamba could wait no longer. Trembling with eagerness he leaped -through the grass, and landed in front of the cave, right between the -other tigers. - -“Ha! What is this? Who is this strange tiger?” asked the old one. - -“Yes, who are you, and what do you want?” asked the tigress. “If you -came to play with our boy and girl, there they are rolling in the -grass. But you should not pounce in like that. It isn’t very nice and――” - -“Mother! Don’t you know me?” cried Tamba, in tiger talk, of course. -“Why, I’m your own little boy tiger who was trapped and taken away long -ago! I have been in a circus ever since, until I ran away, got on a -ship, and came back to my jungle. Here I am! Don’t you know me, Father?” - -The old tiger opened wide his eyes and peered at the younger one. - -“Why――why――it is Tamba!” he growled. “Look, Mother, our tiger cub has -come back to us, almost full grown! Oh, what a fine tiger he is! -Here!” he called to Tamba’s brother and sister. “Here is Tamba come -back! Oh, how glad I am!” - -“And so am I!” cried Tamba’s mother, as she purred and rubbed him with -her paw. “Oh, to think of having you back again after all these years! -I am so glad!” - -“And I am glad to get back!” said Tamba. “I had a lot of adventures -before I got here, though.” - -“Oh, do tell us about them!” purred Tamba’s sister. “I love to hear -adventure stories.” - -“So do I,” said Tamba’s brother. “Tell us about the circus.” - -“First, let him have something to eat,” suggested Tamba’s mother. “You -are hungry, aren’t you?” she asked. - -“Indeed I am,” said Tamba. - -Then they brought him a big chunk of meat from the cave, and when he -had eaten that and had taken a drink from the pool Tamba sat down and -began his story. - -“I have been in many places,” he said, “but, most of all, I like to be -back in the jungle. I am never going away again!” - -“And to think you found us again, after all these years!” said his -mother. - -“I think it is wonderful!” added his sister. - -“Very clever, I call it,” said his father, sort of laughing. - -“Oh, let Tamba tell his adventures,” begged his brother. - -So Tamba told them, just as I have written them here in this book. He -told about the circus, about how Squinty splashed whitewash on him, and -everything; and, my! the other jungle tigers laughed at the funny pig’s -trick. - -It was late that night when Tamba had finished the story of his -adventures, and then, having eaten some more, he was given a bed on the -dried leaves in the cave, where he curled up with his father and mother -and sister and brother. - -“Tamba,” asked his sister softly, as she reached over in the darkness -and touched him with her paw, “do you think I would like it in a -circus?” - -“No!” said Tamba. “You had better stay at home in the jungle. There is -no place like it. I am glad to get back!” - -And then he went to sleep. - - -THE END - - - - -STORIES FOR CHILDREN - -(From four to nine years old) - -THE KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES - -BY RICHARD BARNUM - - -[Illustration] - -In all nursery literature animals have played a conspicuous part; and -the reason is obvious for nothing entertains a child more than the -antics of an animal. These stories abound in amusing incidents such as -children adore and the characters are so full of life, so appealing to -a child’s imagination, that none will be satisfied until they have met -all of their favorites――Squinty, Slicko, Mappo, Tum Tum, etc. - - 1 SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG. - 2 SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL. - 3 MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY. - 4 TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT. - 5 DON, A RUNAWAY DOG. - 6 DIDO, THE DANCING BEAR. - 7 BLACKIE, A LOST CAT. - 8 FLOP EAR, THE FUNNY RABBIT. - 9 TINKLE, THE TRICK PONY. - 10 LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT. - 11 CHUNKY, THE HAPPY HIPPO. - 12 SHARP EYES, THE SILVER FOX. - 13 NERO, THE CIRCUS LION. - 14 TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER. - -_Cloth, Large 12mo, Illustrated, Per vol. 60 cents_ - -For sale at all bookstores or sent (postage paid) on receipt of price -by the publishers. - - BARSE & HOPKINS - Publishers 28 West 23rd Street New York - - - - - Transcriber’s Notes: - - ――Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). - - ――Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. - - ――Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tamba, the Tame Tiger, by Richard Barnum - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - -***** This file should be named 62505-0.txt or 62505-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/5/0/62505/ - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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