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diff --git a/old/63029-0.txt b/old/63029-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 75324ca..0000000 --- a/old/63029-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3166 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Shaggo, the Mighty Buffalo, 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: Shaggo, the Mighty Buffalo - His Many Adventures - -Author: Richard Barnum - -Illustrator: Walter S. Rogers - -Release Date: August 24, 2020 [EBook #63029] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHAGGO, THE MIGHTY BUFFALO *** - - - - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - -[Illustration: The buffalo was beginning to like it in the circus.] - - - - - _Kneetime Animal Stories_ - - - SHAGGO, THE - MIGHTY BUFFALO - - HIS MANY ADVENTURES - - - BY - RICHARD BARNUM - - Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” “Tum Tum, the - Jolly Elephant,” “Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox,” - “Tamba, the Tame Tiger,” “Toto, the - Bustling Beaver,” etc. - - - _ILLUSTRATED BY_ - WALTER S. ROGERS - - - PUBLISHERS - BARSE & HOPKINS - NEWARK, N. J. NEW YORK, N. Y. - - - - -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 - TOTO, THE BUSTLING BEAVER - SHAGGO, THE MIGHTY BUFFALO - - - BARSE & HOPKINS - Newark, N. J. New York, N. Y. - - - Copyright, 1921 - by - Barse & Hopkins - - - _Shaggo, the Mighty Buffalo_ - - - MADE IN U.S.A. - - - - -CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER PAGE - I SHAGGO’S QUEER BEHAVIOR 7 - II SHAGGO’S BIG JUMP 17 - III SHAGGO IN A HOLE 26 - IV SHAGGO AND THE ANTELOPES 34 - V SHAGGO IN A TRAP 45 - VI SHAGGO ON A TRAIN 55 - VII SHAGGO IN A CIRCUS 65 - VIII SHAGGO AND TUM TUM 72 - IX SHAGGO MEETS DON 82 - X SHAGGO AND DIDO 92 - XI SHAGGO GOES TO SLEEP 101 - XII SHAGGO IS HAPPY 110 - - - - -LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS - - - The buffalo was beginning to like it in the circus _Frontispiece_ - - Shaggo was looking for a hole in the fence 21 - - “Who in the world are you?” asked Shaggo 39 - - Shaggo, when he knew he was caught, tried to get away 57 - - “Pleased to meet you,” roared Nero 77 - - Crowds of boys and girls came to see the animals 95 - - Shaggo hit the fence with all his might 115 - - - - -SHAGGO, THE MIGHTY BUFFALO - - - - -CHAPTER I - -SHAGGO’S QUEER BEHAVIOR - - -“Hey, Shaggo! come on with us.” - -“Yes, trot along and let’s see who will get there first.” - -Two big boy buffalo calves that had started to run over the dry, dusty -prairie, their hoofs sending up little showers of dirt, stopped in -front of another buffalo, much larger than either of them. - -“Come on, Shaggo,” again called the buffalo who had first spoken, in -animal talk, of course. “We’ll have a lot of fun.” - -“Where are you going?” asked Shaggo, and as he spoke, in a deep, rumbly -voice, he got up from the ground where he had been lying chewing his -cud, as a cow in the meadow chews hers. And when Shaggo stood up you -could see how very big he was. - -Shaggo was a mighty buffalo. He was the largest and strongest of all -the Government herd in the big National Park, where these animals, -which once roamed the prairies in countless thousands, are now kept. -For there are not now many buffaloes; not nearly so many as there were -a few years ago. The Indian hunters and the white hunters killed them -for food, and to get the shaggy robes the buffaloes wore. These robes -were good to put over one in cold weather. - -Then, too, the building of the railroads out West had scattered the -buffaloes, until it seemed they must all die or be driven away. Then -the Government fenced in great parks, called preserves, where the big, -shaggy animals, with heads and manes larger than any lion’s that ever -lived, could be at peace. - -It was on one of these preserves, or ranges, in a National Park, that -Shaggo lived. Though he was not the oldest buffalo of the herd he was -easily the largest and strongest. He seemed to grow faster than the -others, and he could easily have been the leader of the herd if he had -wished. But he let another, an older bull act as the leader. Shaggo was -content to eat the sweet grass, drink the cool water, and wander around -in the forest or over the prairies which formed part of the park. - -“Are you coming with us, Shaggo?” asked one of the two buffalo calves, -as they stopped near the mighty animal. - -“Where are you going?” asked Shaggo. - -“Over to the wallow,” was the answer. “It is hot, and the flies and -bugs are so bothersome that we’re going to roll around in the wallow -and get all muddy. Come along with us and we’ll have some fun.” - -“Yes, do, please, Shaggo!” urged the other buffalo. “You’re so big you -can roll around and make new holes in the mud.” - -“All right,” agreed Shaggo, “I’ll come. But the flies don’t bother me -very much.” - -The two buffaloes who had invited this biggest, mighty member of the -herd to come with them, looked at each other in some surprise. - -“All I’ve got to say,” finally said the smaller of the two buffaloes, -who was named Soako, “is that you must be very queer if you don’t mind -the biting flies.” - -“Maybe Shaggo has already been to the wallow and covered himself with -mud,” remarked the other buffalo, who was named Poko, because he was -always playfully poking others with his short, black horns. - -“No, Shaggo hasn’t been to the wallow this morning,” said Soako, with a -laugh; in animal fashion, as you can easily imagine. “If he had been, -he’d be all covered with dried mud, and there isn’t any on him.” - -“Yes, you’re right, Soako,” replied Shaggo, giving the other buffalo -the name that suited him best, for Soako was always soaking himself in -water whenever he could find any. “I haven’t yet been to the mud hole, -but I’ll go along with you now. Though, to tell you the truth, the -flies don’t bother me very much.” - -“I guess Shaggo’s hide and hair are so thick that it takes the flies -longer to bite through than it does with us,” said Soako, in a sort of -whisper to Poko, as the three friends moved off together. - -“Maybe,” agreed Poko. “Anyhow, don’t you think Shaggo is rather queer?” -he went on, making sure that the mighty buffalo did not hear him. “He’s -been acting in a very funny way the last week, so I heard old Wuffo -say.” - -“Now you speak of it, I do notice it,” said Soako. “And Wuffo ought to -know, as he’s our leader. Whatever he says is right.” - -Wuffo was the oldest buffalo of the herd, and one of the strongest. He -had been leader for a number of years. When Shaggo grew up, and was -much the larger and stronger of the two and thus might easily have made -himself leader by fighting with Wuffo, Shaggo held himself back. He was -content to let Wuffo remain the head of the herd. - -So the three buffalo friends, shifting away from the rest of the herd, -moved over the prairie end of the park toward the wallow. Soon they -trotted up a little hill and came within sight of a hollow place. - -“Oh, look at the lovely mud!” cried Soako. “Let’s see who will be the -first in!” - -“I can beat you!” bellowed Poko, and he gave a playful dig with his -horns in Shaggo’s ribs. - -Instead of taking it good-naturedly, as most of the buffaloes would -have done, Shaggo grumbled: - -“Here! What are you doing? Quit your fooling!” - -“Oh, excuse me! I didn’t mean anything!” said Poko, for he knew better -than to get Shaggo “mad.” More than one member of the herd had felt the -strength of Shaggo’s mighty head, though the big buffalo had never done -any real harm. Whenever any one plagued him, he just butted them head -over heels, as a goat might do. - -Down the slope ran Poko after Soako, and soon the two buffaloes were -wallowing around in the mud hole. “Wallow” is just the word that -tells what they did, and so the places where the buffaloes went on -the prairies to get away from mosquitoes, gnats and flies came to be -called “wallows.” You may read about them in stories of the old West. - -Over and over, and around and around in the mud rolled Soako and Poko. -They sank themselves down in the deep wallow until only their nose tips -stuck out, so they could breathe. They covered themselves with mud. And -if their fathers or mothers could have seen them, instead of telling -them to come out, the older buffaloes would have gone into the mud -themselves. - -For this was the only way the buffaloes had of getting rid of the -biting flies. The big, shaggy animals would cover themselves with a -coating of mud, and as long as this stayed on they were in comfort. The -flies and mosquitoes could not bite through the dried, caked mud. - -“Come on, Shaggo!” cried Soako, tumbling about in the hole which was -kept wet by a nearby spring. “Hurry! The mud’s fine to-day!” - -“Yes, you’re missing it!” added Poko, who was beside Soako. - -“I think there’ll be enough mud left for me,” answered Shaggo easily, -and he went down the slope without any signs of hurrying. Once again -Soako and Poko looked at each other. - -“He certainly is queer,” said Poko in a whisper. - -“I should say so!” agreed Soako, pawing around on the bottom of the -wallow. “I remember when he was always the first in the mud. Now he -doesn’t care whether he’s last or not. I wonder what is the matter with -Shaggo that he acts so queerly?” - -By this time the biggest buffalo of the herd was at the edge of the -wallow, and the other two could not talk about him without being -overheard. So they splashed about, and soon Shaggo was also covering -himself with mud to keep away the flies. - -But though Shaggo rolled himself around in the black sticky mud as did -his friends, the mighty buffalo did not seem to be enjoying himself. -He did not play tricks and jokes as he had been wont to do. He did not -butt the others with his immense head, nor splash mud on them, nor roll -them over so that their noses went under. He just covered himself with -mud and then came out on the bank. - -“You aren’t going to quit so soon, are you?” asked Poko. - -“Let’s have a game of mud tag,” suggested Soako. “This is our best -chance. We have the wallow to ourselves now. Pretty soon Wuffo and -the other bulls will be coming here for their bath, and we’ll have to -skip out. Come on, Shaggo! I’ll be it for a game of tag! Look out! I’m -coming!” - -Soako rushed up from the mud wallow and trotted toward Shaggo. But -the latter, instead of running away, as he often did, and keeping out -of Soako’s way, as he easily could have done (for Shaggo was the best -runner in the herd) just stood still and let Soako tag him. - -“Now Shaggo is it!” bellowed Soako, running over to join Poko, who also -came up out of the cool wallow. - -“I’m not going to play,” said Shaggo. - -“Not going to play!” echoed Poko and Soako. - -“No,” went on Shaggo. “I don’t feel like playing tag. Besides, it will -make the mud dry quicker and drop off, and then I’ll have to go into -the wallow again.” - -“Well, that’s only fun!” said Soako, and again he and Poko looked at -each other. They said nothing, but they thought that Shaggo was acting -very strangely indeed. Not to play tag! - -“Is there any other game you’d like to play?” asked Poko, as he nibbled -a bit of grass at the edge of the spring. - -“No,” answered Shaggo, in a grumbling sort of voice. “All I want is to -be left alone. I’m going for a walk. It’s too hot to play tag.” - -It was hot, there was no denying that. But then there was the cool -wallow to soak in when one was warm after running. And there was also -a shady forest which was farther up the National Park preserve. Soako -and Poko shook their heads. They could not understand Shaggo. - -“Let him go,” whispered Poko, as the big animal started off by himself. - -The two friends were just going back to the wallow when, all of a -sudden, along came running one of the smaller calves of the herd. He -seemed much excited. - -“Oh, you ought to see ’em! You ought to see ’em!” he cried, in buffalo -talk, as was natural. “They’re fighting like anything.” - -“Who are fighting?” asked Poko. - -“Rumpo and Bumpo, the twins,” was the answer. “They’re knocking each -other all over the prairie. Come on, it’s lots of fun!” - -Rumpo and Bumpo were twin buffalo brothers, and they often had what the -other buffaloes called “fights.” But they were only in fun, as dogs and -boys wrestle to grow stronger. Rumpo and Bumpo knocked each other all -over the soft grass of the prairie, but neither hurt the other. And it -was always fun to see them “fight,” as it was called. Most of the other -buffaloes would leave what they were doing at any time to see Rumpo and -Bumpo at their game of knocking each other around. - -“Did you hear that, Shaggo?” called Poko, as he and Soako prepared to -follow the little calf buffalo over the prairie. - -“Hear what?” asked the mighty buffalo, turning partly around. - -“Rumpo and Bumpo are fighting again, in fun,” said Poko. “Come on! -Let’s go and see ’em!” - -“I don’t think I care to,” answered Shaggo. “I’m going off by myself.” - -This time the three buffaloes looked at one another. - -“He certainly is queer!” declared Soako. “This is the first time I ever -knew him not to want to see Rumpo and Bumpo at play.” - -“Well, come on,” said Poko, “or we’ll miss the fun!” - -Then the three rushed off together toward that part of the Park from -which came the sound of heavy blows and loud bellowing. Rumpo and Bumpo -were having a great “fun fight.” - -“Let them go,” said Shaggo to himself. “I’m tired of such nonsense! I -don’t like it here any more. I wonder what’s the matter with me! I’m -tired of everything! I feel very queer! I don’t know just what the -matter is, but I think something is going to happen!” - - - - -CHAPTER II - -SHAGGO’S BIG JUMP - - -Shaggo, the mighty buffalo, wandered up to the top of a little hill. -Down below him was the mud wallow, and he was still covered with the -cool slime from its depths――slime that would keep away the bugs and -mosquitoes for some time. - -“At least I don’t have to worry about them,” thought the great, shaggy -buffalo――the mightiest of all the herd. He looked across the prairie, -which formed part of the government preserve, and could see a crowd -of other shaggy animals like himself. In the midst of this throng he -noticed two figures moving nimbly about. - -“That’s Rumpo and Bumpo butting each other,” said Shaggo to himself. -“Well, I hope they get some fun out of it. I don’t care for it any -more, though.” - -Time was when Shaggo would have been among the first to rush up to see -two buffaloes ramming each other with their immense heads with their -heavy shock of hair. In fact, Shaggo would have shouldered his way -through the throng to a place well up in front. But now he did not -care to look on, even from a distance. - -“I wonder what is the matter with me?” mused Shaggo. “I wonder what is -going to happen? I don’t like it here any more, though I used to think -it was the finest place in the world.” - -Shaggo looked over as much of the range as he could see. It was so -large, however, that he could not see it all at once. There were woods -and prairies――flat lands and low lands and hills, wallows and “salt -licks.” These last were places where salt cropped up out of the ground, -and at certain seasons buffaloes, deer, elks and antelopes came to -these places to lick the ground with their tongues to get the taste of -salt. Salt is good for some wild animals, such as buffaloes. You may -have seen, on a farm, how the cows and sheep are sometimes given salt. -Often a lump of rock salt is put in the manger of a horse, for a little -salt is good for horses also. - -As Shaggo looked over the buffalo preserve and saw the sun shining on a -part of the fence that was all around it, a new thought came into his -head. He sniffed the air, pawed the ground, sending up a little cloud -of dry dust, and then he said to himself: - -“I know what the matter is! This place is too small for me! It isn’t -large enough! I’m tired of being fenced in!” - -For there was a wire fence, many miles long, all around the Park. The -fence had to be there to keep the buffaloes from wandering away, and to -keep out bad white men and Indians, who might have come in to take away -or to shoot the buffaloes. Of course the men could have crawled under, -jumped over, or have cut the fence, but the wire being there told these -men that the Government wanted them to stay out, and the men knew the -Government would punish them if they did any harm to the herd of big -animals. - -“Yes, this place isn’t large enough,” decided the mighty buffalo. -“I have heard stories, told by Wuffo, of his grandfather and their -friends. They never had to stay cooped up in a park with a fence all -around it. They could run and roam as they pleased. I don’t see why -I can’t! I’m going to! That’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to run -away!” - -However, it was one thing for a buffalo to make up his mind he was -going to run away from the Government Park, but it was quite another -thing to do it. All around the range, or National Park, was this -strong, high fence of wire. The men who put it up knew they must needs -make it extra strong on account of the big buffaloes, who are stronger -and larger than any bull of the farm pasture. - -Shaggo knew about the fence. More than once, in the dark, he had bumped -against it, and more than once, on the sly, he and some other buffalo -calves had tried to break through it. - -“But it can’t be broken,” said Shaggo, after he had tried several -times, with his companions. - -“No,” agreed Poko, “I don’t believe it can. Anyhow, who wants to break -it? This place suits me.” - -“And me, too,” said Soako and the others. - -It had suited Shaggo, too, until this past week, when, somehow or -other, he had become discontented. - -“And so I’m going to run away,” he decided. “I’ll get over or through -the fence, somehow, and see what’s on the other side.” - -Shaggo, like many of the other buffaloes, had never been outside the -fence. Shaggo had been born inside, and had never been allowed to go -out. - -“But I’m going now,” he told himself, as he walked down the hill and -over toward the others of the herd. By this time the “fun fight” -between Rumpo and Bumpo was over. Bumpo had won, having knocked down -Rumpo more times than Rumpo had knocked him down. - -[Illustration: Shaggo was looking for a hole in the fence.] - -“Oh, Shaggo, you should have seen it!” bellowed Poko, as he ran up -alongside of the big buffalo. - -“Yes, you surely missed it!” echoed Soako. “It was a great fun fight.” - -“I guess I didn’t miss much,” replied Shaggo. “I had a good time off by -myself.” - -“Humph! That’s the first time I ever knew anybody could have a good -time alone, unless he was eating or rolling in the mud,” said Poko in a -low voice to Soako. - -“That’s right,” agreed the other. “Shaggo’s getting more and more -queer.” - -And if these two buffalo friends could have known what Shaggo had -made up his mind to do――that is, run away――they would have been more -surprised than ever. - -Once Shaggo had found out what made him discontented――that the Park was -not big enough for him――he began to look about for a way of getting out -of it. For several days he wandered around with the rest of the herd, -eating the grass here and there, drinking from the different springs, -going to the shade of the trees when the sun was too hot, or rolling in -the mud when the flies bit too hard. - -And, all this while, Shaggo was looking for a hole in the fence. But he -found none, and he was beginning to be discouraged. - -“I wonder if I’ll get out?” he said to himself. - -One day Shaggo separated himself from the rest of the herd. He could do -this easily, as, of late, he had not been very friendly, and the others -had come to let him alone. - -“Shaggo is a bit cross and grouchy,” said Wuffo. “Just let him alone -until that spell wears off. Then he’ll be his same jolly old self -again.” - -So when Shaggo wandered off alone, no one paid any attention to him. -Shaggo went up on top of a hill. From there he looked down and saw the -shiny wire fence that kept him from leaving the preserve. - -A new idea came into Shaggo’s head. He looked at the fence and at a -thick clump of bushes and small trees that grew on the other side. The -fence was quite a distance below him. - -“I believe I can do it!” cried Shaggo aloud to himself. He was quite -excited. “I believe if I took a run and gave a jump, I could leap down -from the top of this hill, over the fence and so down into the soft -bushes. It wouldn’t hurt me much, and I would be over the fence. Then -I’d be out! I’d be free and could roam where I pleased! That’s what -I’ll do! I’ll give a big jump down from this hill, over the fence and -get away!” - -The more Shaggo thought of this idea the better he liked it. He looked -behind him. There was the rest of the herd calmly eating, chewing cud -or wallowing in the mud. Rumpo and Bumpo were again at their butting -fun fight game. - -“None of that for me!” said Shaggo. “I’m going to run away, jump the -fence, and see the world. Good-bye, my buffalo friends!” he said, -though he was so far away the others could not hear him. - -Shaggo did not have anything to pack to take away with him. He carried -his hump, or pack, on his big shoulders. Once more looking back toward -his friends and companions, Shaggo shook his head and pawed the dirt, -stamping his hoofs on the top of the hill. - -“Here I go!” he said at last. He walked back a little way, and then -broke into a run. As he neared the edge of the hill Shaggo gave a big -jump, and launched himself outward and downward. - -He held his legs stiff under him as he felt himself sailing through the -air. - -“I’m going to clear the fence! This time I shall jump over it and land -on the other side!” thought Shaggo, as he leaped through the air. “At -last I am free! I am jumping away!” - - - - -CHAPTER III - -SHAGGO IN A HOLE - - -Down, down, down through the air sailed Shaggo, the mighty buffalo, -after he had leaped from the cliff over the strong wire fence. He -looked toward the ground, to make sure he would not land on the fence -itself. - -“For if I did that,” thought Shaggo, “my legs would get all tangled up, -and then I could never run away and find a big place in which to roam. -No, indeed! I don’t want anything like that to happen.” - -So he was glad when he saw that he was going to land on the other side -of the fence. Once more he looked down. The earth seemed rushing up to -meet him, but of course he was only falling down to land on it. - -“I’m going to fall into that clump of bushes, just as I thought I -should,” said the buffalo to himself. - -A moment later he had crashed into the midst of a tangle of green -leaves and branches. Into the midst of the bushes fell the mighty -Shaggo. Down through them he went, breaking twigs and limbs of small -trees, for Shaggo was very heavy. - -And in another instant Shaggo fell with a loud thud and a thump. He -fell on one side, landing on one of his front shoulders, and at once a -terrible pain shot all through his body. It was a much worse pain than -he had ever before felt, even when Wuffo, the oldest buffalo of all -the herd, had once butted Shaggo head over heels when Shaggo had done -something wrong. And it was a much worse pain than any Shaggo had felt -when Poko had shoved him with the short, black horns that all buffaloes -wear. - -“Dear me, this is terrible!” thought Shaggo to himself, in the way -buffaloes have of thinking. “I wonder what I have fallen on.” - -But he suddenly lost all power of thinking, for his senses seemed to -leave him, and all he knew was that he had fallen into a place that was -very, very dark and lonesome. - -The fact was that Shaggo had fallen so hard that, for a while, he was -knocked senseless. If you have ever tumbled downstairs and have bumped -your head very hard, you perhaps know how it feels to lose your senses. -You seem to go to sleep before it is bedtime. Well, this is what -happened to Shaggo. He didn’t know what happened after he had jumped -and felt that sharp pain in his shoulder, except that it grew very -dark. - -It was a real darkness, too, besides the dark that came when Shaggo -closed his eyes. The mighty buffalo was so strong that even his heavy -fall did not make him senseless very long. In a little while he opened -his eyes again. He could still feel the pain in his shoulder, but what -surprised him more than anything else was the darkness that was all -about him. - -“This is very queer,” said Shaggo to himself. “When I started to run -away from our buffalo range it was daylight. That could not have been -so very long ago, yet it is now as dark as night. I wonder if I could -have been here all that while. Guess I’ll move about and see what the -matter is.” - -Shaggo shook himself, thereby rousing himself and getting wider awake -from his queer sleep. He managed to scramble to his feet, but no sooner -had he done so than the pain in his shoulder grew sharper. - -“Why――why!” exclaimed Shaggo, “I can hardly move. Ouch! Oh my, this is -terrible! I hope my leg isn’t broken!” - -Shaggo knew what it was for a buffalo to have a broken leg. They hardly -ever lived to get over it, and he did not want anything like that to -happen. - -So Shaggo moved each one of his four legs very carefully to see if any -of them was broken. But though his front left leg was very painful up -near his shoulder, it did not seem to be broken. But, oh, how it hurt -to move it! - -“And yet I have to move it if I’m ever going to get out of this place,” -thought Shaggo. “Where am I, anyhow? It’s very dark, and yet I’m sure -it isn’t night. It doesn’t smell like night.” - -Buffaloes, and other animals, are not like boys and girls. Animals can -tell many things by merely smelling, where we have to see things to -know what they are. And Shaggo could tell when it was daylight or night -by smelling. And though now, to his eyesight, it was dark all around -him, somehow or other he felt sure it was not the darkness of night. - -“And if it isn’t night, then I must be in some sort of cave or hole,” -thought the mighty buffalo. - -He knew what caves were, for on the buffalo range in the National Park -were some of these holes in the ground, where the big animals went in -to stay during the cold winter. - -“Well, I’d better try to get out of here,” thought Shaggo. He wished -he might have some of his buffalo friends to whom to talk, but that -was out of the question. And Shaggo did not wish them the bad luck of -wanting them to be with him in his trouble. Yet, all the same, he -would have been glad to have seen even Rumpo and Bumpo now at their -game of bumping one another. But Shaggo, in a fit of temper, had run -off by himself, and now he must get out of his trouble as best he could. - -“And I surely am in trouble,” thought poor Shaggo. “Oh, wow! What a -pain!” - -He moved about a little in the darkness, and then he had to stand -still, for his leg hurt him so much. But Shaggo knew he could not stay -in the place into which he had fallen. The more he thought about it the -more he felt sure he had fallen into a pit. - -“But I must see what sort of a place it is into which I have fallen,” -thought the mighty buffalo. His eyes were getting used to the darkness -now, and he could see a little. He noticed that he was down in a sort -of big hole. The bottom and sides were of earth, and Shaggo dug his -hoofs in as he had done on the soft prairie. - -Slowly Shaggo walked around the pit. In most places the sides were too -steep for him to climb up. They were like the sides of a well, straight -up and down. But in one place there was a slope like that of a hill, -only it was a very steep hill. - -“Now if there were only some rocks, like steps, in this hill I might -get up,” thought Shaggo. “I wonder if I could dig some steps with my -horns. I’ll try it.” - -There was a little more light on this side of the cave, and Shaggo -could see to try to get up. He lowered his shaggy head, and with his -short, strong horns, dug out a little of the soft earth, hoping to make -some steps for himself. But as he moved his head from side to side, to -use his horns, the pain in his hurt shoulder was so sharp that again he -cried: - -“Ouch!” - -“This will never do!” said Shaggo to himself, as he stopped trying to -dig the steps. “I’ll never be able to get out this way. I must find -another path.” - -He backed away from the spot where he had been trying to dig and again -slowly wandered about the hole. It was a much larger place than he had -at first thought, and as he slowly moved toward one end he saw that the -light was stronger. - -“Maybe that’s a place where I can get out,” cried poor Shaggo. “I hope -it is! I’m not having very much fun so far!” - -His shoulder was so painful that he could not run, as he wanted to. -But he managed to get nearer the place of the light, and then, to his -surprise, he saw an easy slope of earth leading up into what seemed to -be a large cave. - -“Maybe this is the cave where a lot of us buffaloes stayed last -winter,” thought Shaggo. “If it is I’m all right――though I would still -be back on the range. No, I don’t see how this could be that cave――that -was inside the wire fence, and I surely jumped outside. Besides, I -don’t smell any buffalo smell, as I would if any of my friends had been -in this cave. It must be another.” - -And it was, as Shaggo found a little later. The pit, into which he had -jumped through the bushes, was joined to a big cave under the mountain, -and by walking up a little hill of dirt, Shaggo was soon in the cave. -It was much larger than the pit, and lighter, too, and Shaggo was glad -of this. - -“Now maybe I can find something to eat and drink,” thought the mighty -buffalo. “But, most of all, I want something to drink.” - -So, making his way to the cave, Shaggo sniffed and smelled. - -He wandered on and on in the big cave, which was getting lighter and -lighter. All of a sudden Shaggo stopped, lifted his head and sniffed -deeply. - -“I smell water!” he bellowed aloud, he was so excited. - -He started to run, but his shoulder hurt him so he had to slow down. -Then there came to his ears a musical gurgle. - -“I hear water, too!” he said. “Now I can get a drink!” - -He turned around a corner of rock and a moment later he saw a pool of -shining water in the cave. - -“Oh, how good that looks!” cried Shaggo. “And how good it will taste!” - -He made his way to the edge of the pool, but just as he was leaning -over to drink something very surprising happened. Up in the middle of -the pool shot a steaming hot column of water. It boiled, bubbled, and -hissed, and was so hot that Shaggo sprang back in alarm, uttering a -loud “wuff!” - -“My! what’s this? What have I struck now?” thought the shaggy buffalo. - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -SHAGGO AND THE ANTELOPES - - -Surprised by the hot, spouting column of water, just as he had been -about to take a drink, Shaggo leaped back in the cave. Then he stood -there, watching the water bubble and boil. It also steamed, for it was -very hot. - -“This is very queer,” thought the mighty buffalo. “Hot water is all -right in a cold winter, maybe, but even then I’d have to let it cool -in the snow before I could drink it. But hot water in the summer is no -good at all. I wonder what makes this water so hot, and I wonder if it -will cool?” - -Shaggo stood back, out of reach of the splashing, hot water, and looked -at it. Never before had he seen anything like that. - -The column of hot, hissing water was shooting up from the middle of -what he had thought was a quiet pool. It shot up just as you may have -seen a fountain spurt in some city park, though of course Shaggo knew -nothing of cities or city parks. All his life he had lived on the -buffalo range, and though that was in what is called a National Park, -such as is the Yellowstone, Shaggo knew nothing of this. - -“Well, there’s no use in trying to drink that hot water,” thought the -big buffalo. “If I wait a bit, though, it may cool. I guess I’ll do -that, for I’m very thirsty. If I had a drink of cool water I think my -shoulder would feel better.” - -Shaggo moved back a little and lay down where he could watch the -spouting water. It was light in this part of the cave, and he could see -very well. For some time Shaggo lay there. - -All at once, and as suddenly as it had begun, the water stopped -bubbling up, and the pool became quiet. - -“Good!” exclaimed Shaggo to himself. “Now I can get a drink.” - -When he got up his shoulder hurt him again, and he had to cry “ouch!” -several times before he managed to reach the edge of the pool, which -was in the middle of the rocky floor of the cave. Shaggo could tell by -sniffing that the water was cool now. - -“And such a good drink as I’ll have!” he said to himself. - -But just as he was about to put his nose down into the pool to drink, -again came that bursting, bubbling column of hot water, and Shaggo had -to leap quickly back for fear of being scalded. - -“Oh, dear me! This is no good at all!” bellowed the shaggy buffalo, -shaking his big head and his hump that was covered with long, dark -brown hair. “This is a queer cave, where you can’t even get a drink of -cold water!” - -Shaggo did not know what to do. The longer he waited the more he wanted -a drink, but he could not take that hot water. - -“I’ll wait a little longer,” thought the runaway buffalo. “Maybe it -won’t happen again. It’s like somebody playing a trick on me. If Soako -or Poko were here I’d say they were doing it. But they are far away. -They didn’t jump over the wire fence as I did――and I almost wish, now, -that I hadn’t. I’m not having half as much fun as I thought I would. -The range was a better place for me than I thought.” - -Once more Shaggo lay down near the hot, boiling spring. He waited until -the column of water stopped bubbling and then he tried, for the third -time, to get a drink. But when again it shot up, almost in his nose, he -gave a grunt and wuff and said: - -“This settles it! I’m not going to fool away any more time here. I’m -going out of this cave and get a drink somewhere else! This is a crazy -sort of spring!” - -Limping along, and shaking his big head, Shaggo turned to find a way -out of the cave. He knew that the place where the most light came in -was the place where he could get out, and he started for this. In a -little while he was outside, on the broad, rolling prairie. He looked -around him. Back in the distance he could see the wire-fenced buffalo -range, from which he had jumped in order to run away. He was so far off -now that he could not make out the forms of any of his animal friends. -Nor could they see him, he felt sure. To one side was a big tract of -woods, a dense forest, and in the other direction lay the prairies, -over which, years before, millions of buffaloes like Shaggo had roamed -as they pleased. Now there were only a few buffaloes left, and most of -them were in National Parks. - -“Now to try for another place to get a drink,” said Shaggo to himself. -“I guess I’ll keep out of the woods for a while.” - -Raising his big head, Shaggo sniffed the air. He was not quite sure, -but he thought that over toward the east, in the place where the bright -sun came up every morning, he could smell water. - -“I’ll try that way,” said Shaggo to himself. He lumbered slowly along, -limping a little because of his hurt shoulder, and soon the smell of -water came stronger to his black nose. - -All at once a voice that seemed to come from the ground on which Shaggo -walked cried: - -“Hey there! Why don’t you look where you’re going? You almost put your -big foot in my house!” - -“Your house? Where’s your house?” bellowed Shaggo. “I don’t see any.” - -“No, because you’re up so high in the air,” went on the voice. “My -house is right down by your big hoofs, and if you don’t take care -you’ll tumble in the roof, and step on me!” - -Shaggo looked down and saw a queer, light brown little animal sitting -near a hole in the ground. - -“Who in the world are you?” asked Shaggo. - -“I’m Yippi, the prairie dog,” was the answer. “Excuse me for speaking -so sharply to you, but if I hadn’t you’d have broken into my house.” - -“I wouldn’t have done that on purpose,” said Shaggo. “I was so busy -sniffing for water that I didn’t see you. Is there a cool spring to -drink from around here? I found some water over in the cave, but it was -hot, and bubbled up under my nose.” - -“Oh, that must have been one of those boiling geysers as they call -them,” explained Yippi. “I’ve heard my grandfather tell of them, but I -never saw one.” - -“Well, I’ve seen one, and I don’t care for another,” went on Shaggo. -“Believe me, they’re no fun! Where can I get a cool drink?” - -[Illustration: “Who in the world are you?” asked Shaggo.] - -“You’re going in the right direction,” said Yippi, the prairie dog. -“Just follow your nose, and you’ll come to a fine spring. It’s a big -one where all we animal folk drink, but you have to take your turn. -Mine doesn’t come until after all the others are through, as I’m so -little, you see.” - -“What do you mean――take your turn?” asked Shaggo. “When I’m thirsty I -take a drink――I don’t wait for any one.” - -“Well, perhaps you can, as you’re so strong and big,” replied the -little prairie dog. “But I’m not sure. There are some other big -animals in this part of the country――bears, and antelopes with sharp -horns. They never bother me, though, for I run into my burrow and hide -whenever I hear any of them coming. Once a bear tried to dig me out -with his long claws.” - -“What did you do?” asked Shaggo. - -“Oh, I fooled him all right. While he was digging at my _front_ door, -I just slipped out at the _back_ and ran away. Ha! Ha! We prairie dogs -always have more than one hole door to our houses. But you’ll have to -excuse me. I must get some grass for dinner.” - -“And I must get a drink,” said Shaggo. “Thank you for telling me about -the spring, and excuse me for almost stepping on you.” - -“Oh, that’s all right,” barked Yippi. Then the big buffalo turned away -and Yippi ran off to gather some grass and other things to eat. - -As Shaggo walked on, going a bit slowly so his lame shoulder would not -hurt so much, the smell of water became more and more plain. - -“And I surely hope it will not be a hot geyser spring this time,” -thought Shaggo. “I am so very thirsty!” - -Over the rolling prairie, up little hills, and down in little valleys -walked the mighty buffalo. In about half an hour he came to the top of -a larger hill than any he had yet climbed. When he reached the top he -looked down the slope and saw, at the bottom, a shining pool of water. - -“Oh, how good that looks!” thought Shaggo. - -He hurried down the hill as fast as he could, and he kept sniffing the -air, to make sure there was no hot geyser that would spout up under his -nose. But the cool smell of the water did not change, and the mighty -buffalo began to take hope. - -As he neared the water hole he could see around the edge the marks -of many animals in the mud. Some had paws and some had hoofs, like -himself. Suddenly, from under a bush near the water hole, a big, -fur-covered animal came out. - -“Oh, so you’re going to get a drink, are you?” asked this animal. - -“Yes, Mr. Bear, I am,” said Shaggo. “I hope you have no objection, but, -even if you have, I’m going to get a drink! My tongue is as dry as -dust.” - -“Oh, get as many drinks as you please,” answered the bear. “I’ve had -mine, and now I’m going off to take a nap. But you want to look out for -the antelopes.” - -“Who are they?” asked Shaggo. - -“They are like deer, animals with sharp horns,” answered the bear. “It -is nearly time for them to come for their drink. Look out for them!” - -“Pooh! I’m not afraid,” said Shaggo. “I guess I have as much right -to this water as they have, and I’d like to see them drive me away, -especially when I’m so thirsty!” - -“Well, I’ve told you to look out――that’s all I can do,” said the bear, -as he walked slowly away. - -Shaggo limped down to the pool. As he neared it he looked carefully -at it. He was afraid lest he might see some hot water spout up. He -was going to ask the bear if this was one of those geysers, but he -remembered the prairie dog had told him this was a good place to drink. -Besides, there were the marks of many other animals at the pool, and -they would not come if the water were hot. - -“Now for a good drink!” said Shaggo. - -The mighty buffalo dipped his muzzle deep into the pool as a thirsty -horse dips his nose into the watering trough. Long and deep drank -Shaggo, and then he lifted his head to get his breath. As he did so he -heard the rush of many feet, and, looking around, he saw rushing toward -him a herd of large animals, on whose heads were sharp horns. - -“Here! Get away from our water hole! Let our drinking pool alone!” -cried some of the horned animals as they rushed toward Shaggo. - -“Who are you?” asked the buffalo. - -“The antelopes!” was the answer. “You have no right to drink until we -have finished. Come on, brothers!” cried the leader of the antelope -herd. “Let us drive this shaggy creature away!” And with his sharp -horns lowered this antelope, and several others, rushed straight at -Shaggo. - - - - -CHAPTER V - -SHAGGO IN A TRAP - - -The mighty buffalo was no coward. There were some things of which -Shaggo was afraid, and one of them was the hot, bubbling, boiling, -geyser in the cave. But he was not afraid of animals like himself, not -even the big fierce grizzly bear. Shaggo felt that with his large, -heavy head and his horns, which were sharp and strong, if they were not -very long, he was a match for almost any other creature. - -Of course Shaggo knew nothing of lions, tigers or elephants. Those -animals did not live in his part of the world and he had never seen a -circus. But of all the animals he knew, he was afraid of none. - -So when Shaggo, the mighty buffalo, saw the herd of antelopes coming -at him, to drive him away from the drinking pool, he lowered his big, -bushy head, pawed the ground with his hoofs, stamped with one foot, and -bellowed loudly: - -“Come on, all of you! I’m not afraid! I’m thirsty and I’m going to get -a drink. I would have taken a drink in peace, and gone off by myself -if you had let me alone, but if you want to fight I am ready!” - -“Oh, you are, are you?” bleated the antelopes――several of them talking -in animal fashion at once. “Well, we’ll show you! This is our turn to -be at the drinking pool. You’d better run.” - -But Shaggo did not run. He stood with his feet braced in the dirt, and -the rushing antelopes, with their sharp horns, came nearer and nearer. - -Now one of them was so close to Shaggo that it seemed as if the buffalo -would be scratched by the horns. But the big buffalo swung a little to -one side, though his sore shoulder hurt him, and, with one sweep of his -great head, he knocked the first antelope head over heels, causing him -to roll in the dust. - -“How do you like that?” bellowed Shaggo. - -“Pooh! that’s only one. There are three dozen of us!” cried the next -antelope. - -That animal, also, rushed at Shaggo, but once again the big buffalo -waited until the sharp-horned creature came close enough. Then with a -swing of his head, taking care not to let the antelope’s horns hurt -him, Shaggo sent this fellow rolling over and over away from the water -hole. - -“Come on!” bellowed the buffalo. “I’m ready for you!” - -He knocked down a third antelope, sending this one turning two -somersaults head over heels. - -“Ho! Ho!” laughed Shaggo. “This is like the game Rumpo and Bumpo used -to play! It’s lots of fun! It’s better than tag! Come on! Who’s going -to be the next?” - -But now the rush of antelopes stopped. They were not used to being -knocked about in this way. - -“Come on!” cried Shaggo, sort of laughing to himself. “I thought you -were going to drive me away from this water hole!” - -“And so I am!” shouted another antelope, who had been at the rear of -the herd. “You can’t knock me down!” - -With horns lowered he rushed at Shaggo, but the big buffalo was now -entering into the spirit of the fight. This time he shook his head -a little harder and gave it a wider sweep as the antelope came near -him. He sent this animal flying through the air so that he landed some -distance away in a clump of bushes. - -“There! How do you like that?” cried Shaggo. - -“I don’t like it at all,” was the answer of this antelope as he -scrambled to his feet. - -“Then let me alone!” cried Shaggo. “Come on now, it’s my turn to have -some fun!” With that he rushed straight at the antelopes as they had -rushed at him. Some of the mother antelopes, who had small calves with -them, grew alarmed. - -“Oh, look out!” cried these mothers, as they scampered away, calling to -their children to follow. “Our little ones will be hurt!” - -“Look out for Shaggo! Look out for Shaggo!” was the cry on all sides -now. “He’ll knock us all head over heels!” - -“That’s what I will!” said the mighty buffalo. “Here I come!” - -He ran faster, shaking his great head, and the sun glistened on his -black horns, which, if they were not as long as those of the antelopes, -were much thicker. - -“Come on! Let’s run!” cried one antelope; and this seemed to be the -best thing for them. Those who had been knocked down had got up, and, -in another instant, the whole herd was running away over the prairie -faster than they had run up to the water hole. - -“Hum! Well, that wasn’t so bad! One buffalo making a whole herd of -antelopes run away!” laughed Shaggo in his own fashion, as he stopped, -raised his head and looked after the running creatures. “I have had one -good adventure, anyhow! Oh, but I wish my shoulder did not hurt so -much!” he added, as he felt a twinge of pain. - -For now, when the excitement of fighting the antelopes was over, the -buffalo felt the pain more than ever. He limped back to the water hole, -after making sure that the antelopes had gone far enough away as not to -bother him, and took a long drink. - -“I guess I’ll eat something and then go to sleep,” decided Shaggo, -when he had taken all the water he needed. “Then I can roam wherever -I please. I am no longer fenced in. There is no one to order me -about――not even Wuffo!” - -He began to feel very important, but another twinge of pain in his -shoulder made him remember that his adventures were not all happy ones. - -Shaggo was so tired because of his adventures, and from the pain in -his shoulder, that he slept all night. It was bright morning when he -awakened, and the first thing he wanted was a drink. - -“I’ll go to the water hole and then I’ll eat my breakfast,” he said to -himself. “After that I’ll roam where I please and see what adventures I -may meet with.” - -When Shaggo reached the water hole he saw, in the soft mud at the bank, -the marks of many feet. Among them were those of the antelopes. - -“They came back and got their drink after I went away,” laughed Shaggo -to himself. He also saw the tracks of a bear and those of a mountain -lion. The mountain lion is not like the lion you may have seen in a -circus――it is more like a wild cat or a panther. - -“Well, I’m not afraid of either a bear or a mountain lion,” thought -Shaggo, as he took his drink. “Still, with my sore shoulder, I’d just -as soon not have to fight them now. I wish my shoulder would get -better!” - -It did not pain Shaggo so much as at first, but it was stiff and ached -when he walked. It seemed to be swelling, too, as he could see when he -looked at the reflection of himself in the water pool, which was like a -looking glass. - -Now began the wanderings of Shaggo. They took him into many places, and -he had many adventures, about which I will tell you. To some of the -places Shaggo went himself. To others he was taken by men, whether he -liked it or not. And it was when he had to do with men that most of the -buffalo’s adventures took place. - -Shaggo wandered over the prairie and up into the forests. Now and then -he met animal friends, but he did not meet other buffaloes, for they -were all on ranges in National Parks, as he had been. - -Once Shaggo met a grizzly bear, who growled out a welcome, as he -clawed at a rotten stump to get something to eat. - -“Where are the rest of you?” asked the bear. - -“Whom do you mean?” asked Shaggo. - -“The other buffaloes,” went on the bear. “Where are the others of the -herd? You buffaloes always travel in crowds.” - -“Oh, I am off by myself looking for adventures,” was Shaggo’s answer. - -“Well, I wish you luck!” growled the bear, as he shuffled away. - -On and on traveled Shaggo. Now and then he stopped to crop the rich -grass, or to drink at some small water hole. He did not again come to -one as large as that at which he had fought the antelopes. - -And once Shaggo accidentally stepped into the hole house of a prairie -dog. It was an old hole, and no one lived in it, but Shaggo tripped and -fell, hurting his sore shoulder very much. - -“Oh dear!” groaned the buffalo, and he felt so bad that he stretched -out on the grass and did not get up again for some time. But at last -the pain eased somewhat, and then the mighty buffalo wandered on, -looking for a place to sleep. - -The next morning, on a distant hill, Shaggo saw some small figures, -like black dots moving about. - -“I wonder if they can be buffaloes?” thought Shaggo. He watched them -carefully, and then he knew the black dots were men moving about, some -on horses. Shaggo was more or less acquainted with men. He had seen -them in the National Park, and once he had been very close to several -who had come to mend the broken wire. The men had not tried to hurt the -buffaloes, so Shaggo and his companions were not afraid of them. - -“But maybe they are trying to get me inside the fence again,” thought -Shaggo. “I am not ready to go back to the preserve yet. I’m going to -run away farther.” - -So he trotted down into a valley, where the men could not see him, -and traveled on. But the next day Shaggo saw the men again, and there -seemed to be more of them. - -For a week or more Shaggo wandered on, now and then seeing the men -again. Sometimes they were near, and again far off. Then, one day, -something happened which was the beginning of many strange adventures -for the buffalo. - -He had eaten his fill of sweet, green grass when he felt a longing for -some salt. Animals often have this desire. On the range, from which -he had run away, Shaggo knew of several places where there were “salt -licks.” There the ground was white with salt, and the animals could -lick it up with their tongues. - -“I wish I could find such a place now,” thought Shaggo. “I’d like to -have some salt!” - -To Shaggo, just then, salt would have been as good as a lollypop would -taste to you. So the buffalo hunted about on the prairie, and at last, -to his joy, he found a few grains of salt. - -“It isn’t very much, but it’s better than nothing,” he said to himself -as he licked it up. Then, as he walked on, he found that the salt -seemed to extend in a long, thin line toward a little valley. - -“Oh, maybe there’s a lot of salt there!” thought Shaggo. “I’ll follow -this thin line along, and get all I want!” - -He licked up the salt as he slowly followed its line, never raising -his head to look about him. If he had, Shaggo would have seen, hidden -behind the bushes, several men. - -“We’ve got him now!” whispered one of the men. - -“Almost,” said another in a low voice. “I thought the salt would get -him!” - -Shaggo kept on licking up the salt, moving forward until he saw, just -ahead of him, a pile of the white crystals. This salt was under what -seemed to be a shed, but as the buffalo had often gone into a shed on -the range he was not afraid of this one. - -“At last I have found just what I want――a big salt lick,” thought -Shaggo to himself. “I surely am in luck to-day!” - -He made a rush under the shed, where he could get a quantity of the -salt at once instead of only a few grains at a time. But no sooner had -he passed into the shed and begun to lick up the salt greedily, than -something happened. - -There was a bang and a crash behind him! Shaggo raised his head and -turned quickly. The shed had been open on one side――the place where -the buffalo had entered. But now this side was closed. And, to his -surprise, Shaggo found himself shut up in a small house made of heavy -logs. - -“We’ve got him!” cried the voices of men outside. “We have him now!” - -Shaggo made a rush against the log door that had fallen shut behind -him. But with all his strength he was not able to knock it open. He was -hurled back, his shoulder hurting him dreadfully. And then, as more men -ran up, shouting, Shaggo knew what had happened. - -“I’m caught in a trap!” bellowed the mighty buffalo. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -SHAGGO ON A TRAIN - - -The men who had been watching Shaggo from afar for many days had, at -last, caught the mighty buffalo in a trap. They had seen him wandering -about the prairies and in the forest, and had made up their minds to -try to catch him. - -“But that must be a buffalo from one of the Government Parks,” one -of the men had said. “There are no wild buffaloes roaming about now. -They are all on preserves, and belong to the Government or to private -owners.” - -“That doesn’t make any difference to us,” said the rest of the men. -“This buffalo is loose, and, if we can catch him, he’s ours.” - -“But what can you do with him?” asked the man who had first objected. -“If the Government finds that you have him they’ll take him away from -you.” - -“Nobody will find out,” declared the other men, who did not seem to -care how wrongfully they acted. “We’ll catch this lone, big buffalo in -a trap, and sell him to a circus or some zoo. Then we’ll get a lot of -money.” - -“I’m not going to have anything to do with it,” said the first man. - -But the bad men made up their minds they would catch Shaggo, and so -they laid their plans. They gradually came nearer and nearer to him, -and, to keep out of their way, Shaggo traveled in just the direction -the men wanted him to. They were slowly driving him toward a lonely -valley where they had set a trap. - -“And to get him into the trap before he knows it, we’ll sprinkle some -salt along the way,” said one of the men. “Buffaloes like salt. He’ll -follow a salt trail and be in the trap before he knows it.” - -And this is just what happened. Shaggo was so eager to get the salt -that he never noticed where he was going until he heard the trap door -slam shut behind him, and then he was caught. - -“Now we’ve got him!” cried the men, as they rushed up. - -Shaggo, when he knew that he was caught, tried to get away. His head -was big and strong and hard. He had often knocked down fence posts, and -butted over other buffaloes, just as he had knocked down the antelopes. -So now Shaggo thought he could knock a hole in the trap and get out. He -tried it, but the logs of which the trap was made were stronger than -the buffalo’s head. He only felt himself hurled back, making his sore -shoulder hurt worse than ever. After trying this two or three times -Shaggo gave up. - -[Illustration: Shaggo, when he knew he was caught, tried to get away.] - -“It’s of no use,” he sadly said to himself. “I’m caught. I may as well -make the best of it. I guess my adventures are over.” - -But Shaggo was wrong about this――his adventures were just beginning. - -The men who had built the trap gathered around to peer in through the -cracks at Shaggo. - -“He’s a big fellow!” said one. - -“The largest I’ve ever seen,” added another. - -The men talked for a while around the log cage they had made to catch -Shaggo. He could see them through the cracks, as they could see him. -The buffalo did not care for the salt any more, though there was still -plenty of it on the ground inside the trap. Instead Shaggo began to -feel very thirsty. - -“I could almost drink some of that hot water in the cave,” thought the -big buffalo to himself. “My, how thirsty I’m getting!” - -And so, a little later when Shaggo suddenly saw one end of the trap -open and noticed, just beyond it, a pail of water, the buffalo rushed -forward to get a drink. He could smell the water and knew it was good. - -“Ha! He’s doing just what we wanted him to,” said one of the men, -though of course Shaggo did not know what they were saying, as he only -understood animal talk. - -“Yes, he’s going into the smaller cage. Now we can put him on a wagon -and ship him off to some circus. Then we’ll get our money,” went on -another man. - -What they had done was this. They had made a cage of strong wood with -a single door to it. This cage had been placed near the trap, and a -pail of water was set inside the cage. Then the trap door was opened so -Shaggo could walk out into the cage to get a drink. - -And the buffalo had done that. He did not know he was walking from -the trap into a traveling cage, but that is what he had done. All he -thought of was the drink, just as all he had thought of, before, had -been the salt. - -So Shaggo walked into the cage and, while he was drinking, the door was -shut behind him. - -“Now we can easily handle him,” said one of the men. “We shall have no -more trouble with this buffalo.” - -Poor Shaggo looked about him. He was in a much smaller place than he -had ever been in before. The cage, which was made of strong branches of -trees, was just large enough for him to turn around, but not to run or -jump. - -“I thought I was cramped, and had no room on the range in the Park,” -said Shaggo to himself, as he looked at the narrow cage. “But I had a -thousand times as much room there as I have here. I guess I was foolish -to jump over that fence. All I have gotten out of it, so far, is a -sprained shoulder and some salt. I could have got the salt by staying -at home. As for the sore shoulder, I don’t want that at all. It hurts -too much, and it seems to be growing bigger. I wonder why that is?” - -But Shaggo had no time to wonder much about himself. He was too anxious -over what the men were going to do. He could easily see them through -the wooden bars of his cage, but he could not reach them with his hoofs -or his horns. Perhaps it is a good thing he could not, for he might -have tried to trample on them, or knock them down. - -“Get the cage up on the wagon,” said one of the men, “and we’ll take -this buffalo to the train and ship him off. Then no one will know that -we have one of the Government animals.” - -Shaggo did not understand this talk, of course. But he saw a lot of men -coming toward him and he began to trample around in the cage. - -“Look out! He’ll get loose!” shouted one of the men, as he sprang away. -“I don’t want him to horn me!” - -“Oh, he won’t get out!” another man said. “I made that cage good and -strong on purpose. It will hold a grizzly bear or a buffalo.” - -And, surely enough, Shaggo could not get out, try as he might. He did -not care so much about hurting the men as he did about getting loose, -but he could do neither. The cage shook and rattled, but it held firm, -and a little later the men hoisted it up on a wagon, pulling and -hauling it by ropes. - -“Now we’re ready to go to the train,” cried the man who seemed to be -the leader. - -Horses were hitched to the wagon. At first one of them shied when he -caught sight of Shaggo and smelled the wild, buffalo odor. But Shaggo -was not afraid of horses. He had often seen them in the big, National -Park. And not all horses are afraid of buffaloes. It is only horses -that never have seen the big, shaggy creatures that show signs of fear. - -It was a new adventure for Shaggo to be given a ride instead of walking -or running on his own legs. Never before, in all his life, had he -ridden on a wagon. But he was soon to have a stranger ride than this. - -Off over the prairie went the big wagon, with the buffalo on it in a -cage. The sun grew hot and the men threw a piece of tent cloth over -the cage to shade Shaggo, and the buffalo was glad of this. - -The men were not cruel to him, for they gave him grass and hay, and -also water to drink on the journey. But for all that the buffalo -wished himself out of the cage. The jolting of the wagon made his sore -shoulder ache more and more. - -Toward evening, after the piece of canvas had been taken off, Shaggo -caught sight, through the bars of his cage, of several buildings. - -“We’ll stay here to-night,” said one of the men. “Then go on to the -railroad in the morning.” - -In the morning the wagon started off once more. In about two hours -Shaggo saw a lot of black smoke. - -“Oh, the prairies must be on fire!” thought the buffalo. He had heard -Wuffo tell of prairie fires. But the men did not seem to be alarmed. - -“There’s the smoke from the train!” called one of the men. “Drive fast -or we’ll miss it!” - -The horses galloped, and soon the wagon, with Shaggo on it in the -cage, drew up beside a train. The mighty buffalo, strong as he was, -felt frightened at the strange sights, sounds, and smells. Black smoke -poured from a snorting monster that Shaggo, later, came to know was a -steam locomotive. Then there was the rumbling of big cars that looked -like boxes on wheels. Then came a loud shriek, such as ten or twenty -prairie wolves might have given if they all howled at once. - -Shaggo, in the cage, was soon loaded into a box car, and the door was -pulled shut. - -“It’s as dark as it was in the hole where I landed after I jumped the -fence!” thought the caged buffalo. “I wonder what will happen next? I -don’t like it here!” - -For some time nothing happened, except that there was a constant -rumbling and roaring as the train puffed over the prairies. Shaggo -could see nothing, and no one seemed to be in the car with him. After -a while, however, the door was opened and a man came in to give the -buffalo some hay and water. Then the door was shut again and it was -once more dark. Shaggo did not enjoy his first train ride. - -All of a sudden, the mighty buffalo was awakened from his sleep by a -great crash. It was like a hundred thunder storms made into one. At the -same time Shaggo felt himself tossed up and around and shaken from side -to side. Then he felt himself sliding out of the car door, while, all -about him, he heard wild shouts and a great racket. - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -SHAGGO IN A CIRCUS - - -Shaggo was at first so shaken up and tumbled about, and his shoulder -hurt him so much from having been hit against the side of his cage, -that the buffalo did not know what had happened. But he saw that he was -no longer in the darkness of the box car into which he had been placed -for his train ride. He could look out and up through the wooden bars, -and he could see the stars shining above him, just as he had seen them -in the National Park. - -“But I can’t be back at the Park, where Rumpo and Bumpo are always -butting one another and playing jokes,” thought Shaggo. “I don’t -believe I am back there. Never did we have such noises there as I hear -all about me. It’s enough to make one deaf!” - -Well might Shaggo say that, for on all sides was the hissing of the -steam engines, the blowing of whistles, the crackle of flames and the -shouting of men. Though Shaggo did not know it, the train on which -he had been riding in the box car had been in collision with another -train. There was a wreck. Shaggo’s car was broken open and his cage -had slid out. That was what had happened. It was the first railroad -wreck in which Shaggo had ever found himself, and no wonder he did not -know what it was. - -“All I can say is that I don’t care very much for this, whatever it -is,” said the buffalo to himself. - -Pretty soon some men came running along the track toward Shaggo, who -was standing in his cage looking out at the stars. - -“Well, thank goodness, the buffalo didn’t get loose!” said one of the -men. - -“That’s right,” chimed in another. “If he’d gotten loose there would be -a lot of trouble.” - -By this time Shaggo was getting used to the sight and smell of men, -though of course he did not know what they were saying. He no longer -tried to break out of his cage when they came near him. But had he -known that he was in a railroad wreck the buffalo might have tried -to escape. For, as was found out afterward, one part of the cage was -broken, and, had Shaggo tried, he could have slipped out. But he did -not know, and so he stayed inside the bars until, after a while, -another train was made up to take the place of the wrecked one, and -Shaggo was put on board that. Then, once again, off he started, just -where to he did not know. - -All he knew was that he did not at all like it in the dark, even -though, now and then, men came in to give him hay and water. - -Sometimes these men talked to Shaggo, and when daylight came, and the -door of his car was left open, letting in light and air, one of the men -stayed some little time, looking at the buffalo. - -“My, but you’re a big fellow! The circus will be glad to get you,” he -said. - -Shaggo was so lonesome, by this time, that he moved over toward the -side of the cage where the man stood, and put out his tongue. Perhaps -Shaggo hoped to get a bit of salt. But the man had none. However, the -man reached his hand in through the bars of the cage and patted the -shaggy animal on the back. By accident he touched the animal’s sore -shoulder. - -Shaggo jumped back and let out a loud bellow, a sound such as a bull -makes in a farmer’s pasture. - -At last, after several days’ travel, during which he was never let out -of the car, following the railroad wreck, Shaggo noticed that the train -was standing still. Then his car was sent back and forth, in little -jerks at a time, until finally it gave a big bump, shaking Shaggo up -rather badly, and then it was still. - -“Well, I wonder what’s going to happen now,” thought the great buffalo. -“I hope they let me out of this cage, or trap, or whatever they call -it. I want to run around and get some green grass and some salt, and -I want to drink at the water pool. I wonder if I can run any more? My -shoulder seems very much larger, and it is stiff. It doesn’t hurt me as -much as when I first fell on it, after my big jump, but I wonder if I -can run with it this way?” - -He tried to get a look at his shoulder, but it was still dark in his -car. Suddenly, however, the door was opened. The flood of sunlight -almost blinded Shaggo for a moment, and then he saw some men come in. -They had ropes and boards. - -“What is going to happen?” thought Shaggo. - -The men talked among themselves. - -“So that’s the buffalo, is it?” asked one. - -“Yes, that’s the one the boss bought somewhere out West,” said another -man. “We haven’t any buffaloes in our circus, and the boss thought it -would be good to have one. Say, look at his hump, would you! Isn’t it -big?” - -“He has two humps!” said another man. - -They approached nearer the cage, opened the other door of the car and -looked closely at Shaggo. - -“No, that swelling on his shoulder isn’t a hump,” said the first man. -“Maybe he got hurt in the train wreck. I heard he was in one. We’ll -have our animal doctor take a look at him.” - -Shaggo sniffed at the men as they stood near his cage. He seemed to -know they would not hurt him, and so he did not stamp around, bellow or -try to break out as they put ropes around his cage and pulled it toward -the door of the freight car. After a while the cage was slid down some -planks, as barrels are rolled into a cellar, and then the cage was -hoisted up on a wagon. - -It was a much larger wagon than the one Shaggo had ridden on after he -had been caught in the trap. And it was a much nicer wagon, too, for -it was painted red, yellow, and green, though of course the buffalo -did not know much about such colors. The green of the grass, the -whiteness of salt and the blueness of the water he drank were about all -the colors Shaggo knew. True he had seen the beautiful colors of the -sunset, but I doubt if he really paid much attention to them. And, in a -way, the wagon was almost the colors of sunset. It was a circus wagon -on which Shaggo was now riding. - -Over the buffalo’s cage was thrown a heavy piece of canvas――a part of -one of the tents――and then Shaggo was drawn through the city streets. -He did not know he was in a city, for he had never seen one before, but -there he was. And after a long, rumbling ride the buffalo came to rest. -The cover was taken off his cage, and for the first time in his life -Shaggo found himself inside a circus barn. - -It was not a circus tent, for the show was in what is called its -“winter quarters.” It is no time for a circus to travel about, giving -performances in a tent, when weather is cold. Cold is not good for many -circus animals, so in winter they are kept in warm barns. And it was in -one of these barns that Shaggo now found himself. - -“Hello,” called a man to the driver of the wagon. “Did you get the new -buffalo?” - -“Yes, he’s here,” was the answer. - -“Let’s get him into a wagon cage,” went on the first man. “The circus -will soon start out on the road. This is the first buffalo we’ve ever -had. Let’s get a look at him.” - -A crowd of men gathered around Shaggo to look at him. Some put their -hands in and stroked his shaggy coat of hair. - -“Look out for that swelled shoulder of his,” warned one of the circus -men. “I guess he got a bump in the train wreck, and he’s sore. We’ll -have to doctor him up a bit.” - -“All right. But let’s get him into one of the regular cages now, where -he’ll have more room,” suggested another. “Later on, when he’s tamed a -bit, we may be able to let him be out in the open, like the camels and -elephants.” - -Shaggo did not understand this talk. All he knew was that he was tired, -hungry and thirsty. The wagon, on which his cage rested, was backed -up to another wagon, which was really a cage on wheels. In this cage -hay and water were put, and the two doors were opened. Shaggo looked -around a bit, and, seeing something to eat and something to drink in -the larger cage, into it he walked. The iron-barred door clanged shut -on him, but Shaggo paid little attention to this. He took a long drink, -and then began to eat some hay. - -“We’ll leave him alone for a while,” said the men, and they walked off. - -Shaggo was so hungry that all he did for a time was to eat. He put his -black nose down in the pile of hay and took a large mouthful. While he -was chewing this he saw something long and thin suddenly thrust itself -in between the bars of his cage. All at once Shaggo was much excited. - -“A snake! A snake!” cried Shaggo in animal talk. “Oh, what a big -rattlesnake! Here, get out of my cage!” he rumbled. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -SHAGGO AND TUM TUM - - -Shaggo knew what rattlesnakes were, for sometimes, in the hot summers, -they were seen in the National Park on the buffalo range. - -He had heard his father and mother, as well as Wuffo, the old bull -leader of the herd, speak of rattlesnakes, and tell what great pain -followed if a buffalo were bitten on the leg or the nose by one. So -when Shaggo saw the long, snaky thing stuck into his cage, near the -bunch of hay, the buffalo cried: - -“Get out of here!” - -“Easy now! Easy!” answered a voice, which was almost as rumbly as his -own, and not at all like the hissing talk of a snake. “I am not going -to hurt you.” - -“I don’t know whether you are or not,” answered Shaggo, shrinking back -into a corner of his cage. “But I was always told to keep away from -rattlesnakes; and, though you haven’t rattled yet, I’m sure you’re one -of those crawling serpents.” - -“Ha! Ha! Ha!” laughed the other voice. “That’s where you’re fooled. -Though I’m sorry that I frightened you. Look up and you’ll soon see -that I am not a snake. Though I must admit my long trunk does twist -like one.” - -Shaggo looked up and to one side. He saw a great, gray-colored animal, -much larger than himself, standing near his cage. And it was this -animal that had thrust in between the bars, something that the buffalo -had taken for a snake. Then he saw it was not――that it was part of the -great animal. - -“Well, I see you’re not a snake,” said the buffalo; “but, if it’s all -the same to you, please take your tail out of my hay.” - -“This isn’t my tail,” went on the big creature. “My tail is on the -other end. This is my trunk that you see.” - -“Your trunk!” cried Shaggo. “What do you do with a trunk?” - -“It is really only my nose, made extra long so I can pick up things -with it and feed myself,” was the answer. - -“Nonsense!” exclaimed Shaggo, who was beginning to feel friendly toward -this new, big circus animal. “Do you mean to tell me you can pick up -things with your nose?” - -“Of course I can!” was the answer. “Do you want to see me? If you don’t -mind I’ll take a little of your hay. It is fresher than mine.” - -“Help yourself,” replied Shaggo. - -The long thing, which Shaggo had thought was a snake, was once more -thrust in between the bars of his cage. And then, to his surprise, the -buffalo saw that on the end of the long object was something like a -finger and thumb. This picked up a wisp of hay, more hay was encircled -in a coil of the trunk, and then the fodder was lifted up and stuffed -down a large, red mouth. - -“There, Shaggo, as I heard the circus men call you, do you believe I -can pick up things with my nose?” asked the big animal. - -“Yes,” answered the buffalo, “I do. But I never would have believed -it if I had not seen it. Who are you, if you please, and what are you -called?” - -“I am Tum Tum, the jolly elephant,” was the answer. “I have been in the -circus for some time, and I am glad that you have come to live with -us. I suppose you are a new kind of sacred cow, for those are the only -animals I ever saw with humps on their backs, except the camels, and I -know you aren’t a camel. You’re too good-looking to be a camel, though -the camels are friends of mine,” went on the jolly elephant, who never -spoke a bad word against any of his circus companions. - -“No, I am not a camel, nor am I a sacred cow,” said Shaggo. “I did not -know there were any animals other than myself who had humps.” - -“Oh, yes,” said Tum Tum. “Look over there and you can see the camels.” - -Shaggo looked, as Tum Tum pointed with his trunk, and saw some rather -ugly animals chewing hay. Some had two humps and some had one. - -“They are taller than I am, but they are not so strong,” said Shaggo. -“And they have no horns. I should not object to meeting them in a -fight.” - -“Oh, my dear Shaggo! We never think of fighting!” laughed Tum Tum. “All -of us, here in the circus, are friends. You’ll soon get used to us.” - -“Yes, I suppose I shall, after my sore shoulder stops hurting,” said -the buffalo. - -“Is that where your shoulder is swelled?” asked Tum Tum. “I’m sorry. I -heard some of the circus men talking about it. At first I thought you -had two humps, like some of the camels.” - -“No, there is something queer growing on my shoulder,” went on Shaggo. -“It hurts and I don’t like it. But perhaps I got that for running away.” - -“Did you run away?” asked Tum Tum, and he took a little more of the -buffalo’s fresh hay. “I did once, but I was glad to run back. Tell me -about it, please.” - -So in animal talk Shaggo told Tum Tum how the big jump had been made -over the fence and how the buffalo had hurt himself. - -He turned to get a drink of water from the tub full in his cage when, -all of a sudden, he heard a loud, roaring sound. - -“What’s that?” asked Shaggo of Tum Tum. - -“Oh, that’s Nero, the circus lion,” was the answer. “He smells the meat -the men are bringing for his dinner, and he’s telling them how glad he -will be to get it.” - -“Well, I don’t know who Nero is,” remarked Shaggo, “but he certainly -makes a lot of noise.” - -“Who is talking about me?” roared the lion, whose cage was not far from -that of the buffalo. - -“It’s a new circus animal,” answered Tum Tum. “Nero, allow me to -introduce you to Shaggo, the mighty buffalo.” - -“Pleased to meet you,” roared Nero. “Were you ever in a book?” - -“Did you say a _brook_?” asked Shaggo. “Yes, I have often waded in a -brook. It’s lots of fun, isn’t it?” - -“No, I didn’t say _brook_!” roared Nero, who was not impolite. That was -his lion manner of speaking. “I said _book_. I don’t know how you spell -it, but it’s something that tells stories of animals.” - -[Illustration: “Pleased to meet you,” roared Nero.] - -Shaggo shook his head. - -“No,” he answered, “I don’t believe I was ever in a book. Though Wuffo, -the leader of our herd, used to tell stories of the days when millions -of buffaloes wandered over the prairies.” - -“He must have been in a book to know about stories,” said Nero. “I’m in -a book; and so is Tum Tum and several of us circus animals. Chunky, the -happy hippo, is in a book, too. But now, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll eat. -Here comes the meat I was hoping for.” And Nero, the big circus lion, -growled and roared his thanks to the man who brought him some bones and -a chunk of meat. - -“Well,” thought Shaggo, “I don’t know anything about this book -business, but if it will cure my aching shoulder the sooner I get in -a book the better. I say!” he suddenly called to Tum Tum. “Who’s that -funny animal with the long tail? It looks as if somebody got hold of -it, stretched it away out long and that it stayed that way. Who is he?” - -“That’s Mappo, the merry monkey,” was the answer. “He’s in a book, -too,” went on the elephant, “and he has had many adventures.” - -“Indeed I have,” said Mappo, with a laugh. “And let me tell you, -Shaggo, that nobody stretched out my tail. It was always long that way, -so I could swing by it from trees in the jungle. But now I only swing -from this trapeze in my cage, or hang by a bar in the big tent when I -do tricks, after the circus starts on the road. Watch me!” - -As he spoke Mappo gave a jump across his cage, caught his tail on the -bar of a swinging trapeze, and swayed to and fro like the pendulum of a -clock. - -“That’s quite a trick!” cried Shaggo. “I could never do that, though -once I did give a big jump.” - -The buffalo was beginning to like it in the circus, and he told his new -friends so. - -“Oh, the fun here in the winter barns is nothing to what will happen -when the circus starts out on the road and we show in a tent in a -different city every day,” said Tum Tum. “I’m just waiting for that -time to come!” - -“So am I!” chattered Mappo, the merry monkey. - -Sometimes Tum Tum, and again Nero or Mappo, would be taken out of the -barn where they had been stationed near Shaggo. Then, in an hour or so, -men would bring them back. - -“Where have you been?” Shaggo would ask. - -“To practise our tricks,” Tum Tum answered. “We are getting ready to -travel out on the road.” - -In another week Shaggo noticed a busy time in the barn. Men began -touching up the wagons with paint, new wheels were put on some, and -then, one day, dozens of horses came in and were hitched to the cages -that could be drawn from place to place. - -“Hurray! Now we are going to travel!” said Tum Tum. - -Shaggo’s cage was drawn outside the barn, and for the first time in -many weeks the buffalo saw the shining sun and felt the warm summer -breezes blowing on him. His cage was rolled to one side, and the horses -went back into the barn to haul out others. - -How it happened no one seemed to know, but, all of a sudden, Shaggo’s -cage, with him in it, began to roll down a hill. It went slowly at -first, but soon began to roll faster, and men cried: - -“Oh look! The buffalo will be hurt! His cage will roll down on the -rocks and be smashed!” - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -SHAGGO MEETS DON - - -Shaggo himself, in his circus cage, soon began to feel that something -was wrong. It was not that he minded rolling along in his strange -house on wheels, but this time he was not being drawn by horses as he -had been at first. He could look out through the bars and see that no -horses were hitched to his cage. They had been taken back into the -circus barn. And yet Shaggo’s cage was rolling along. It was rolling -downhill, and going faster and faster all the while. - -“Stop it! Somebody stop the buffalo’s cage!” cried the circus men, and -several of them ran after it. But they were too far away, and Shaggo’s -cage might have gone down the hill and been broken open on the rocks -and trees at the bottom, only for what Tum Tum did. - -The jolly elephant saw that something was wrong, and, in a way, Tum Tum -understood men’s talk. His trainer had taught him to stand on his head -and lie down, and whenever he heard these words Tum Tum knew what to -do. So, when the big, jolly elephant heard the men shouting he knew -something had happened. He looked toward the rolling cage, with the -buffalo in it. By this time Shaggo was beginning to feel frightened. - -“If there’s a smash my sore shoulder will be hurt again! Ouch! I don’t -want that to happen!” thought Shaggo. Then he bellowed out: - -“Somebody stop my cage from going to smash!” - -“I’ll save you! I’ll stop your cage!” cried Tum Tum. - -The big elephant ran down the little hill until he was in front of the -buffalo’s cage. Even if he was almost as large as a small house, Tum -Tum could run fast. It did not take him long to put himself in front of -the rolling cage. Then with his big head lowered, Tum Tum stood still, -and when the cage came along it bumped gently into the elephant and -came to a stop. Shaggo was not shaken up at all. - -“Oh, look!” cried the circus men. “Tum Tum stopped the buffalo’s cage -from going to smash.” - -“Yes, you can always depend on Tum Tum,” said the elephant’s keeper. -“He’s a smart beast.” - -“Thank you, so much, Tum Tum,” said Shaggo, in animal talk, as he -looked out through the bars and saw what his new friend had done. “You -saved my lame shoulder from being bumped.” - -“I’m glad I did,” replied the elephant. “Now keep still, Shaggo, and -I’ll push your cage back up the hill where you’ll be all right.” - -Shaggo was a very strong and mighty buffalo, but as he looked at the -immense head and legs of the elephant while Tum Tum pushed the wagon -back up the hill, Shaggo thought: - -“Here is one who is mightier than I.” - -There were busy times for the next few days. The cage of Shaggo, as -well as the cages of the other animals, together with the tents, the -stoves, the band wagons, the steam calliope wagon and all the other -things that go to make up a circus were loaded on railroad cars, and -the circus started on its summer wanderings. - -By this time Shaggo was getting used to traveling on a railroad, and -did not mind it much. In the same car with him was a cage in which a -handsome black and yellow striped animal paced up and down. - -For some time this animal did not speak to Shaggo. He kept marching up -and down in his cage, and, now and then, he would rise up on his hind -legs and paw at the iron bars. - -“Excuse me,” said Shaggo, after a while, “but are you trying to get -loose?” - -“No. I know better than to try that,” was the answer. “I have been in -my cage so long I am used to it now. But at times I wish I might go -back to my jungle.” - -“I have heard Tum Tum and Mappo speak of the jungle,” said Shaggo. “You -are neither an elephant nor a monkey. What are you?” - -“I am a tame tiger, and my name is Tamba,” was the reply. - -“I am glad to meet you,” said Shaggo, and he told his name. “I am a -buffalo.” - -“Yes, I know you are,” said the tiger. - -“You did? How?” asked Shaggo in surprise. “I am the only buffalo in the -circus, and――” - -“Oh, but I have seen buffaloes in the jungle,” said Tamba. “They are -not exactly like you, and their horns are longer. We call them water -buffaloes, but they are near enough like you so that I knew who you -were. But you seem to have two humps; how is that?” - -“That swelling on my shoulder is not a hump,” answered Shaggo. “It is -where I hurt myself when I leaped over the fence as I ran away from the -range.” - -“Then you are a runaway!” exclaimed Tamba. - -“Yes,” answered Shaggo, somewhat sadly, for his shoulder hurt him more -than ever. “I thought I was such a mighty buffalo that the preserve, -in the Park, was too small for me. I thought I was the strongest animal -in the world――until I saw Tum Tum. He would make two of me.” - -“Yes, Tum Tum is the greatest of all animals,” said the tiger. “But, -with all that, he is kind and gentle, and the jolliest friend you could -ever have.” - -“I can easily believe that,” rumbled Shaggo. “Well, I ran away, and now -I can not get back. I must make the best of it.” - -“Oh, you’ll like it here in the circus,” said Tamba. “We have good -times after we get started, and it is fun to watch the people come and -see us. Besides we do tricks. Do you know any?” - -“No,” Shaggo answered, “I don’t know any tricks.” - -“And I don’t believe you are the kind of animal they would teach tricks -to,” said the tiger. “Never mind, you are good to look at, and very -odd, with your two humps. I shouldn’t be surprised but what they would -advertise you, and put you in a book.” - -“I know a little of what it means to be in a book,” said Shaggo. “I -heard Tum Tum and Mappo speak of that. But what is ‘advertise’? That is -a word I never heard before.” - -“It means put your name and your picture on the billboards and on the -posters that go up all over town when the circus is to show,” explained -the tiger. “I’m on the pictures, and so is Nero and Tum Tum, and also -Chunky, the happy hippo. He always has his picture taken with his mouth -wide open.” - -“What for?” asked Shaggo. - -“Oh, it’s the biggest part of him; and I suppose he is rather proud of -it,” answered Tamba. “It is my stripes that show best. You should see -some of my latest pictures.” - -“I hope I may,” said Shaggo, politely. - -“And I hope I shall see yours,” went on Tamba. “Not all circus animals -get their pictures on the posters, but I think you will. And now, -if you will excuse me, I think I’ll go to sleep. We may have a long -ride before our cages are taken off the train and put in the tents. -Good-night.” - -“Good-night,” answered Shaggo, and then he saw the tame tiger curl up -and go to sleep. Shaggo also closed his eyes, but he did not sleep at -once. - -“I’m afraid I’m going to have trouble with that shoulder before it gets -better,” thought the mighty buffalo, just before, at last, he finally -dropped off into a sleep. - -When Shaggo awoke he found a great deal of excitement going on around -the circus train, which had come to a stop. There was the rumble of -heavy wagons and the tramping of horses, mingled with the shouting and -calling of men. - -“What’s the matter?” asked Shaggo of Tamba. - -“Oh,” answered the tiger, giving a yawn, “we have reached the first -city in which the circus is to give a performance. Now we shall be put -in a tent, and people will come to see us.” - -“What’s a tent?” asked Shaggo, who had never seen one. - -“It’s a sort of a white, cloth house,” the tiger answered. “You’ll like -it. This sort of life is much more fun than being cooped up in the -winter barns.” - -Pretty soon the cages of Tamba and Shaggo and the rest were taken from -the railroad car and drawn to the circus grounds. - -A large crowd of boys and a number of men came to the place where the -train stopped to see the circus unload, and, later, they watched the -big tent being put up. Of this Shaggo saw very little, for his cage -remained covered. At last, however, his wagon, and that of the other -animals, was wheeled inside the big, white cloth house, and Shaggo -found himself in a sort of ring of which many other cages formed a -part. - -“Now the circus will soon start, after we have been in the parade,” -said Tamba. - -“What’s a parade?” asked Shaggo. - -“My! You don’t know anything about a circus, do you?” laughed Tamba. “A -parade is where the animals march, or are drawn, through the streets so -the people can see them――at least see some of them, and that makes them -want to come and see more. The elephants, camels and horses march, but -you will be kept in your cage, I think, as I am, and as Nero is also.” - -A little later the cages were hauled out again and, for the first time -in his life, Shaggo took part in a circus parade. He looked out through -the bars of his cage and saw crowds of people lining the streets. -The bands played, the steam calliope tooted its queer music, and the -wagon-load of clowns made the children laugh. - -Then, once more, back to the circus grounds the mighty buffalo was -taken, and a little later the circus performance started. Of the part -that went on in the main tent, where the acrobats did their tricks, the -clowns cut up funny capers and Tum Tum and Tamba went through their -acts, Shaggo saw nothing. - -The buffalo was kept in his cage, as were some of the other animals. -It was their part in the show to be looked at, and a great throng -gathered around Shaggo’s cage. - -He stood and watched the people passing his cage. Once a man came along -carrying a cane. Shaggo was standing still in one corner, for his -shoulder hurt him. - -“Hi there!” called the man sharply. “Move about there, Buffalo, and -let’s see what you look like!” As he said this the man poked Shaggo -with the cane. He prodded the buffalo on his sore shoulder, and Shaggo -let out a loud bellow of pain and jumped to one side. - -“Ha! I made him step lively!” cried this unkind man. - -A moment later a small, shaggy animal, with a pointed nose and bright -shining eyes, leaped at the man, showed his teeth and growled. - -“Here! Let that buffalo alone!” Shaggo heard this new animal bark, and -saw the man leap back in fright and run out of the tent. - -“Thank you for not letting him poke me again,” said Shaggo to this -shaggy animal. “Are you a wolf?” - -“No, I am Don, and once I was a runaway dog,” was the answer. “I could -see that this man was hurting you, so I drove him away. If he comes -back I’ll nip him,” and Don growled again. - -The man who had poked Shaggo with the cane, hurting the buffalo’s lame -shoulder, did not come back, however. I think he was rather afraid of -Don, who growled so fiercely. Don was a good and gentle dog, but he did -not like bad men. - - - - -CHAPTER X - -SHAGGO AND DIDO - - -“Excuse me for thinking you were a wolf,” said Shaggo to Don. “But you -look just like some of the prairie wolves I used to see out West on the -big fields near our range.” - -“That’s all right,” barked Don. He and Shaggo could visit, for there -were only a few keepers in the animal tent now. All the audience had -gone into the main tent to see the show, and Don and Shaggo could talk -animal talk as much as they pleased. - -“I don’t mind being taken for a wolf,” went on Don. “In fact we dogs -once were wolves, and it was only after we became tame and lived around -the house that we were called dogs.” - -“The only dogs I ever saw before,” said Shaggo, “were little prairie -dogs.” - -“Hum! I never saw any of those that I remember,” Don said. - -“Do you belong in this circus?” asked Shaggo. - -“No,” barked Don in answer. “I live here in town. But I happened to -be down near the railroad when the circus train came in, and I just -slipped over here to see some of my friends. I know Tum Tum, Nero and -Tamba.” - -“I’m glad to hear that,” said Shaggo, “for they are friends of mine.” - -“Is Dido here?” asked Don. - -“Who is Dido? Is he a monkey? I guess you mean Mappo, don’t you?” -inquired the buffalo. - -“No, I mean Dido. He is a dancing bear, and he was with a circus at one -time. I have lost track of him lately, and I thought maybe he might be -here. I’ll take a look around.” - -“And then come back and talk to me,” begged Shaggo. “Nero and Tamba are -in the big tent doing their tricks, and so is Tum Tum, so I’m lonesome.” - -“I’ll be back,” promised Don. - -He trotted away, making the rounds of the other cages. Shaggo could -hear him talking to some of the animals who remained, and, pretty soon, -Don came back again. - -“I didn’t find Dido,” he said. “I guess he isn’t with this circus. -What’s the matter?” he asked, as he saw Shaggo limping around the cage. -“Did that bad man hurt you?” - -“Well, yes, he did hurt me when he poked me with his stick,” answered -the buffalo, “but that isn’t why I limp. Something is the matter with -my shoulder, it has a big lump on it. See?” And he came close to the -front bars of the cage. - -Don, with his head on one side, looked at the buffalo’s second hump. - -“I know what’s the matter with you,” barked Don. - -“What?” asked the buffalo. - -“You have rheumatism,” answered Don. “I know what that is. I had it -myself once, when I slept out in the rain a couple of nights after I -was so foolish as to run away. Yes, that’s what you have――rheumatism.” - -“Hum! I wonder if I have?” said Shaggo, slowly. “I thought I got this -for running away. I know the hurt began after I jumped over the fence.” - -“Maybe that started it, the same as it started with me when I got wet,” -returned the dog. “But what you have is rheumatism, you may depend on -it.” - -“Perhaps I have,” agreed Shaggo. “I wonder what I had better do about -it?” - -“Oh, I guess they’ll get a doctor for you,” went on Don. “The circus -men are good to their animals. But I’ll have to be trotting along, -or they’ll think I have run away again, and once is enough for me. -Good-bye!” - -[Illustration: Crowds of boys and girls came to see the animals.] - -“Good-bye!” answered Shaggo, and he felt rather lonesome when Don had -left. However, Tamba, Nero, and Tum Tum soon came back to the animal -tent, after they had finished their tricks in the other big, white -cloth “house,” so Shaggo had some one to talk to. - -There were many busy days after this for the circus with which the -mighty buffalo traveled. Each day the tent was set up in a new place, -and crowds of boys and girls, as well as men and women, came to see the -animals and watch the men and women actors in the performing tent. - -“But I am not sure whether or not I am glad I ran away,” thought the -mighty buffalo from time to time, as he traveled about with the circus. -“In one way I’m having a good time, and in another way I am not. If my -shoulder would get well I think I could be happy here. But it is no fun -to be in pain all the while.” - -One day, when he had become quite tame, and had made friends with -several of the circus men, Shaggo was taken out of his cage and led -around the animal tent by a rope. - -“What’s going to happen, Shaggo?” asked Tamba, the tame tiger. “Are -they going to teach you tricks?” - -“I don’t know,” answered the buffalo, as he limped around. And when -they saw this limp the circus men shook their heads. - -“He will never do for us,” one said. “We do not want a limping buffalo -in the circus. He could never learn any tricks, and people do not care -to pay money to see a lame animal.” - -“But what can we do with him?” asked another man. - -“We can sell him to some zoological park,” was the answer. “There is a -city, not far from here, that is starting a new zoo. They have not very -many animals as yet, and they will be glad to buy this buffalo from -us, even if he does limp. People do not have to pay money to come to a -zoological park, and they are not so fussy about what they see. We’ll -sell Shaggo to the zoo. That will be the best place for him. He will -not have to travel around so much and his shoulder may get better.” - -Of course Shaggo did not understand this talk, any more than the circus -men understood the talk of the animals. But after a few days, when -Shaggo had traveled on a little farther with the circus, a change came. - -One afternoon several men came into the animal tent after the show was -over. They stood in front of the buffalo’s cage. - -“This is Shaggo,” said one of the circus owners. “He is a good buffalo, -and the only thing the matter with him is that one of his shoulders is -swelled, and he limps. But for a zoo he will be all right.” - -“Yes, I think he will,” said one of the visitors. “We’ll buy him.” - -Later, somewhat to his surprise, Shaggo’s cage was wheeled out of the -tent, Tum Tum the elephant pushing it. - -“What is going on?” asked the buffalo, for he had not understood the -men’s talk. “Is the circus going to move now, Tum Tum, before we have -given the night show?” - -“No, I think not,” answered the jolly elephant. “All I know is that -my keeper told me to wheel out your cage. But I am not to wheel out -any of the others. Maybe they are taking you away, Shaggo, to cure the -rheumatism in your shoulder.” - -“Maybe,” agreed Shaggo, and he hoped this would prove true. - -Horses were hitched to his cage, and it was drawn through the darkness -to a place Shaggo had never been in before. He could not see where it -was, and he did not much care, as the ride made his sore shoulder ache. -He crouched down on some straw in the corner of his cage and went to -sleep. - -It was morning when Shaggo awakened. The sun was shining and the big -buffalo looked about him in some surprise. At first he thought he was -back in the circus winter barn, for he saw that there was a wooden roof -over his head, and not the white cloth of the canvas tent. But, as he -looked about him and saw some strange animals, he knew he was in a new -place, and not in the circus any more. - -As he arose slowly to his feet, trying not to groan because of the pain -in his shoulder, he heard a voice saying: - -“I say, big fellow, if you don’t want that piece of carrot in your -cage, will you please kick it out to me?” - -Shaggo looked up and saw, not far away, another cage, in which was a -black, shaggy animal, with long hair and very long claws. - -“Yes, you may have this piece of carrot,” said Shaggo, and he kicked it -to the edge of his cage. “I don’t believe you can reach it, though.” - -“Oh, yes I can,” growled the other animal in a jolly voice. And he -stretched out a hairy paw, with long claws, and pulled the carrot into -his cage. - -“Who are you?” asked Shaggo. - -“I am Dido,” was the answer. - -“Oh, I’ve heard about you!” exclaimed the buffalo. “You are the dancing -bear!” - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -SHAGGO GOES TO SLEEP - - -Shaggo, the mighty buffalo, felt as though he had met an old friend -when the bear in the next cage said that his name was Dido. - -Shaggo wanted to talk, and to ask a lot of questions of the shaggy -bear, who was eating the carrot he had clawed from the buffalo’s cage. -But just as Shaggo crowded close to the bars of his cage, to ask how -Dido felt and how he liked it where he was, a great growling and -snarling arose at one end of the big building where the zoo animals -were kept. - -“What’s the matter now?” asked Shaggo. - -“Oh, it’s the keeper coming to feed us,” answered Dido. “I hope he -brings me some sweet buns. What would you like best, Mr. Buffalo? I -don’t believe I know your name,” said the bear. - -“I am called Shaggo,” was the answer. “And, to tell you the truth, I do -not feel much like eating. I am not very hungry.” - -“Then there must be something the matter with you!” exclaimed Dido, as -the growling, snarling and crying among the other zoo animals sounded -louder and louder. “I am always hungry. You’ve heard it said, I dare -say, ‘as hungry as a bear.’ Well, I guess I’m that bear,” laughed Dido, -showing his teeth, “for I’m always ready to eat.” - -Shaggo looked out through the bars of his cage and saw a man coming -along with a big basket, and Shaggo could smell that the basket held -good things to eat. But, somehow or other, the buffalo, as he had said, -was not hungry. He felt rather ill, and as he twisted his eyes to get a -look at his shoulder, he saw that the lump on it was much larger. - -“And it hurts worse, too,” said Shaggo to himself. “I haven’t felt -exactly well since I gave that big jump and sailed over the wire fence -away from the range. It surely must be a punishment on me for leaving -Bumpo, Rumpo and the other buffaloes.” - -But by this time the man with the basket was in front of the bear’s -cage. He picked out some buns, the man did, and held them up for Dido -to see. Shaggo could also see them. - -“Now then, Dido!” cried the zoo keeper, “here are some of the nice buns -you like. Let me see you dance and do some of your tricks before I give -you any. Dance for the boys and girls!” - -Then Shaggo noticed that, following the man around as he fed the -animals were a number of boys and girls who had come to the zoo as a -sort of picnic. They were allowed to come in and see the animals eat. - -“Dance for the boys and girls, Dido,” called the man. - -Shaggo did not understand this talk, but the bear seemed to do so, for -he shuffled to the front of his cage. - -“Hi there, Shaggo, watch me if you want to see some fun!” called Dido -to the buffalo in the next cage. “This is one of my tricks. I do it -nearly every day. Watch me and perhaps you can learn to dance.” - -“No, I don’t believe I can,” replied Shaggo. He and Dido talked in -animal language, which, of course, neither the keeper nor the boys and -girls could understand. “My shoulder is too sore for me to dance,” went -on the buffalo. - -But Dido was not troubled that way, and soon he was sliding about his -cage, doing a funny, shuffling dance, waving his head from side to -side, and holding out his paws like a begging dog. Around and around -his cage went the bear, while the boys and girls, gathered out in -front, laughed as they watched the funny antics of the trained bear. - -“That’s good, Dido!” called the man. “Now then, turn a somersault, and -you shall have an extra bun!” - -Dido must have known what the man said, for the bear suddenly got down -on all four legs, put his head between his front paws, kicked up with -his hind legs, and over he went! Dido turned as good a somersault as -any boy could do, and when he stood upright again, and held one paw out -through the bars of his cage, the boys and girls laughed harder than -ever. - -“Well, you have earned your buns, Dido!” cried the man, and he tossed -half a dozen into the bear’s cage. Then Dido shuffled back into a -corner to be by himself while he ate. The children stood watching the -bear a little longer, and then some of them passed on to stand in front -of the cage where Shaggo was kept. - -After the keeper had passed on, to feed the lions and tigers of the -zoo, Dido once more spoke to Shaggo. - -“Here is an extra cinnamon bun I do not want,” said the kind bear. “Eat -it, Shaggo,” and with a toss of his paw Dido sent the bun spinning -through the bars of the buffalo’s cage. Shaggo sniffed at it and -nibbled one end. - -“Say, what’s the matter with you?” asked Dido. “You don’t seem at all -like a lively chap, Shaggo.” - -“I’m not,” answered the buffalo. “Something is wrong with me. It’s my -shoulder, I guess. See how swelled it is.” - -“You have got a funny lump there,” said the bear. “What do you think it -is?” - -“Well, Don, the runaway dog, and some of the animals in the circus said -it might be rheumatism,” answered Shaggo. “I was in the circus you -know, with Tum Tum, the elephant. It was Don at first, and afterward -Tum Tum, who told me about you. That’s how I knew your name.” - -“Dear old Don and Tum Tum, that jolly elephant!” exclaimed Dido. “I -wish I could see them again. So they told you about me, did they? Well, -some of those circus animals know a lot, but I think they’re all wrong -about what’s the matter with you. I don’t believe that’s rheumatism you -have.” - -“What is it then?” asked Shaggo. “I know it hurts a lot.” - -“You’ve got indigestion, that’s what you’ve got!” declared the bear. -“You’ve got indigestion from not eating enough. Come, now, eat up your -hay, and then swallow that bun and you’ll feel better.” - -“Well, perhaps I will,” agreed Shaggo. “I’ll try it, anyhow. Maybe it -is indigestion I have, but I’ve been thinking, all the while, that it -was rheumatism.” - -So the mighty buffalo, who did not feel as strong as he used to feel -when he roamed the plains of the big Park, nibbled the bit of bun the -dancing bear had tossed him, and then ate some hay. But, instead of -feeling better, Shaggo seemed to feel worse. At last he was in such -pain that he stretched out in the corner of his cage and groaned. -Animals can groan when they are in trouble as well as persons can, and -when Shaggo groaned you could hear it a long way off. - -“My goodness! what’s the matter, Shaggo?” asked Dido, waking up from a -little sleep. “Is that one of the tricks you learned in the circus?” - -“I didn’t learn any tricks in the circus,” groaned Shaggo. “Maybe -that’s why they didn’t want me there. And I limped, too. I guess they -didn’t want a limping buffalo. But groaning is not a trick. I do it -because my shoulder lump hurts me so.” - -“That’s too bad,” said Dido. “I wish I could do something for you.” - -By this time Shaggo’s groans had been heard by some of the zoo keepers. -One of them came running into the building where Shaggo’s cage stood. -By this time it was early evening, and there were no visitors in the -zoological park. - -“What’s the matter here?” asked the keeper. Of course Shaggo could -not answer and tell what ailed him, but the man knew something about -animals, and when he saw the buffalo crouched down in the corner of -the cage and noticed how much larger the lump on the animal’s shoulder -had become, the keeper said: - -“We’ve got to have a doctor here. I’ll get one.” - -A little later another man came in to look at Shaggo――three or four men -altogether, but only one was the doctor, and he had a queer smell about -him――a smell that Shaggo did not like. The other animals, too, sniffed -the air strongly. They did not like drugs or medicine. - -“Take a look at the lump on that buffalo’s shoulder, doctor,” said one -of the zoo keepers. - -“Hum! I can’t see it very well,” the doctor said. “Can’t you bring him -out here in the open?” - -Shaggo did not pay much attention to what was going on, but, a little -later, he felt the prick of a stick which was being poked in his ribs, -and naturally, he moved away from it. He limped over to the front of -his cage to look at the men gathered there. - -“Now I can see the lump better,” said the doctor. “It’s too bad. It -must be taken off. That’s the only way to cure that buffalo.” - -“How can the lump be taken off?” asked the zoo keeper. - -“You’ll have to get another doctor,” replied the first one. “You need -a doctor who knows more about animals than I do. There’s one in New -York, and I heard he was coming out this way. I’ll see if I can get -him.” - -“I wish you would,” said the zoo keeper. - -At last the celebrated animal doctor arrived. One evening Shaggo saw a -number of men enter the zoo and walk over to his cage. There was that -same, queer medicine smell. - -“There’s the buffalo,” said the zoo keeper. “Can you cure that lump on -his shoulder, doc?” - -“I think so,” answered a big, bearded man, who wore large shiny -glasses. “But first we must put the buffalo to sleep and bind him with -ropes so he will not kick when I try to cure him. Yes, we must put him -to sleep.” - -Of course Shaggo did not know what all this talk meant, and he was -rather frightened when, a little later, a number of men poked long -poles through the bars of his cage. Some of the poles had ropes on -them, and though he tried to keep out of the way of these ropes, they -were soon cast about his legs, and poor Shaggo found himself all -tangled up. - -“Dido! Dido! What are they doing to me?” bellowed Shaggo to his friend -the dancing bear. - -“Don’t worry, Shaggo,” Dido answered. “They will not hurt you. The -keepers are trying to cure your indigestion, or whatever it is you -have. They will not hurt you.” - -But Shaggo could not believe this, so he kicked and struggled, hurting -his sore shoulder all the more, until, at last, he was so tangled in -the ropes that he fell down on the bottom of his cage. - -“Ah, now we have him!” said the doctor. “Now I’ll put him to sleep, and -cure him.” - -Shaggo was now so tied with ropes that he could not move. He lay on -one side, and a moment later a cloth was put over his nose. There was -a strange, sweetish smell to the cloth. Shaggo tried not to breathe -the perfume from it, but he could not help himself. He began to feel -very strange. His breath came more and more slowly. Then he began to -feel as if he were once again sailing through the air as he did when he -jumped. He seemed to be floating on clouds or a feather bed. His eyes -closed――he could hear, as though from a far distance, the voice of Dido -saying: - -“They won’t hurt you, Shaggo.” - -Then Shaggo fell into a deep sleep. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -SHAGGO IS HAPPY - - -The sun was shining into Shaggo’s cage when he awakened. At first the -mighty buffalo did not remember all that had happened. He recalled a -queer smell, which came just after he was tied with the ropes. And he -remembered going to sleep. Now he was awake. - -“But I feel so weak――as if I could not stand up,” said Shaggo to -himself. “It’s like the time I ate some poison weed in the big Park, -and was sick until I ate another kind of weed that Wuffo showed me, -and then I grew better. But I am weak in my legs now, as I was then. I -wonder if I can stand up?” - -Shaggo tried, but he found that the ropes were still around his legs, -so, after one or two trials, he gave up and remained lying on his side -in his cage. - -“I guess it isn’t time for me to get up yet,” thought the buffalo. -“Maybe, as Dido said, the men are trying to do me good, though tying my -legs with ropes is a queer way. But I guess――I guess――I――” - -But Shaggo could say no more. His head fell over to one side and he -went to sleep again. - -The next time he awakened he felt much better and stronger. There was a -queer feeling in his shoulder, too. It pained him some, but not as much -as at first, and, when he managed to get a look at it, he saw that the -lump was gone. - -“Hurray!” cried Shaggo, in buffalo talk, of course. “That big lump -melted away while I slept! I wonder how it happened? Anyhow, I’m glad. -Now if those ropes were only off my legs――” - -He kicked out a little with his hind feet. To his surprise his legs -were no longer tied. His front ones were also free. There was still a -queer smell in his nose, and on his shoulder was a white rag. Shaggo -tried to reach around and pull it off with his teeth, but could not. - -Then he noticed on the floor of his cage, in front of him, a pail of -something that smelled very good. It was a mixture of hay, oats, wheat -and bran, stirred up in warm water and a little salt, and Shaggo felt -so hungry that he ate it all up. - -“My, but that was good!” said the buffalo to himself. “I believe I can -stand up now. I feel much stronger.” - -Shaggo managed to scramble to his feet. He was not as strong as he had -thought, for he swayed from side to side as a baby does when it is -learning to walk. But, after a while, when he had eaten a little hay -and taken some water, Shaggo began to feel his strength coming back to -him. - -He took a few steps, but was soon glad enough to lie down again. - -“I guess I’m cured of the rheumatism, or indigestion, or whatever -was the matter with me,” thought the mighty buffalo, “but I must go -easy. I can’t trot around my cage yet. I must wait until I am a little -stronger.” - -Shaggo went to sleep again, and he must have slept all day and all -night, for when he awakened once more the sun was again shining in -his cage. He felt much stronger now, and when he walked about, his -shoulder, though a little stiff, did not pain nearly so much. - -“Hello there, Shaggo!” called Dido, the dancing bear, from his cage. -“How are you feeling?” - -“Well, a little queer and shaky,” answered the buffalo; “but I’m -getting better. Say, what happened to me, anyhow?” - -“I think you had what they called an operation,” answered the bear. -“I don’t know much about such things, but they put you to sleep with -medicine, and when you were in dreamland they took that extra hump off -your shoulder.” - -“I’m glad they did,” said Shaggo. “I feel ever so much better without -it. I begin to feel more like myself――more like when I was the -strongest buffalo on the range in the National Park.” - -“I’m pleased to hear that,” said Dido. “Maybe, now, they will teach you -to do tricks.” - -“Maybe,” agreed Shaggo. - -The doctor with the big beard and the shiny glasses came with the zoo -keepers to look at Shaggo in his cage. - -“Ah, my operation was a success,” said the big doctor. “Now that -buffalo will be as good as new.” - -And as the days went on and Shaggo became stronger and stronger and his -shoulder healed he did, indeed, become “as good as new.” - -Once more his eyes shone brightly and he held his head up. He no longer -limped about the cage, but walked as well as any of the lions, tigers -or bears in the zoo. - -Each day a keeper came to feed Shaggo, and, after a while, the man -put his hand in through the bars and rubbed Shaggo’s head. And Shaggo -felt so grateful to the men for curing his sore shoulder that the big -buffalo did not try to bite or kick or butt with his horns. He licked -the man’s hand with his tongue. - -“Well, I guess you are getting tame, Shaggo,” said the keeper. “It was -a good thing we bought you from the circus, and it was a good thing the -doctor made you well. In a little while I will let you out in the yard -to run around. It is not good for a big animal like you to be shut in a -cage all the while.” - -And you can imagine how glad Shaggo was when, one day, his cage was -opened and he was allowed to come out. Of course he was not permitted -to roam wherever he pleased, but there was a big yard in the zoo where -he could walk about and even run. And when he ran and found that his -shoulder did not hurt him, Shaggo felt like bellowing at the top of his -voice, he was so glad. - -“Now I am myself again!” cried Shaggo. - -And Shaggo did enjoy himself in the big yard of the zoological park. -Some camels and zebus, as well as other animals of the kind that eat -grass and hay, were also allowed to roam in this yard, and many people -came to watch them. Shaggo was much admired, especially his big head -and the mighty hump on his back――this was the real hump that belonged -there. The other hump――the sore one――had been taken off and Shaggo -limped no more. - -One day some deer were put in the yard with Shaggo and the camels. The -deer had horns, and when Shaggo saw them he thought of the time he had -driven the herd of antelopes away from the water hole. - -[Illustration: Shaggo hit the fence with all his might.] - -“But we will not quarrel about who is to drink first here,” said one of -the deer. “There is water in the tank, enough for all of us.” - -“No,” said Shaggo, “here we are a happy family, and we will not -quarrel.” - -In time Shaggo grew to be very good friends with all the other animals -of the zoo, but, best of all, he liked the deer, for they had come from -the far West, the land of the prairies where he used to live, and they -could talk to him about that country. - -One day White Tail, the largest of the deer in the zoo, was eating -grass near a wooden fence, and, in some manner, White Tail’s horns -became caught in a crack of the boards. At first the deer thought -he could pull himself loose, but the more he pulled and twisted the -tighter his horn seemed to be caught. - -“Help! Help!” finally White Tail called to his animal friends. “I am -caught in the fence and can not get loose!” - -Some of the other deer tried to pry him loose with their horns, but -they could not. - -“Oh, if only Bundo, the big elephant were here, he could get me loose!” -cried White Tail. “With his strong head he could break the board that -is holding me fast.” - -But Bundo was in another part of the zoo then, and no keepers were -near, or one of them would have helped the deer. Then Shaggo saw what -the matter was. - -“Ho there!” cried the mighty buffalo. “Stand aside, everybody, and I’ll -get White Tail loose!” - -“How can you?” asked Dido, the dancing bear. - -“With my big, hard head I can ram that fence and break the board as -easily as anything,” the mighty buffalo answered. “I am not afraid of -hurting my shoulder now. Stand still, White Tail, and I’ll get you -loose.” - -White Tail, the deer, stood still, his head held down where his horn -was caught in a crack in the fence. Shaggo backed off a little way, and -then, with his head lowered, he ran across the yard. Taking care not to -bump into White Tail, Shaggo hit the fence with all his might. - -There was a crash, a splintering of wood, and the deer was set free. He -shook his head, and said: - -“Thank you, Shaggo! You are, indeed, a mighty buffalo.” - -“Oh, that was nothing,” said Shaggo. “I could have broken a much -thicker board than that, now my shoulder is well.” - -The keepers came running up at the sound of the crash, and when they -saw what Shaggo had done to help the deer they were very glad. The -fence was mended, and fixed so no more animals would be caught in it. - -“It is a good thing to have a big head,” said Dido to Shaggo, when they -went to sleep in their cages that night. - -And so, for many years Shaggo, the mighty buffalo, lived in the zoo, -and hundreds of boys and girls came to look at him and admire him. -Sometimes he wished he might go back to the prairies, and see his old -friends, and watch Rumpo and Bumpo knock each other in somersaults. - -“But it is very nice, here in the zoo,” said Shaggo. “And, who knows? -perhaps some day I may join the circus again and travel out West. -Then I would have some wonderful adventures to tell the rest of the -buffaloes.” - -But the last I heard of him, Shaggo was still in the zoological park, -and I hope he lives there and is happy for many long years. - - -THE END - - - - - 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 Project Gutenberg's Shaggo, the Mighty Buffalo, by Richard Barnum - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK SHAGGO, THE MIGHTY BUFFALO *** - -***** This file should be named 63029-0.txt or 63029-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/3/0/2/63029/ - -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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