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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1330 ***
+
+THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO
+
+and
+
+THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO
+
+
+By Helen Bannerman
+
+
+
+
+PREFACE.
+
+There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Once
+upon a time there was an English lady in India, where black children
+abound and tigers are everyday affairs, who had two little girls. To
+amuse these little girls she used now and then to invent stories,
+for which, being extremely talented, she also drew and coloured the
+pictures. Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on
+a long railway journey, was the favourite; and it has been put into a
+DUMPY BOOK, and the pictures copies as exactly as possible, in the hope
+that you will like it as much as the two little girls did.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO.
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little
+Black Sambo.
+
+And his mother was called Black Mumbo.
+
+And his father was called Black Jumbo.
+
+And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of
+beautiful little blue trousers.
+
+And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and bought him a beautiful Green
+Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles
+and Crimson Linings.
+
+And then wasn’t Little Black Sambo grand?
+
+So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in the
+Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said to him, “Little
+Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh!
+Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my beautiful little
+Red Coat.” So the Tiger said, “Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but
+you must give me your beautiful little Red Coat.” So the Tiger got poor
+Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Red Coat, and went away saying,
+“Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
+
+And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
+and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And
+Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and
+I’ll give you my beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger said,
+“Very well, I won’t eat you this time, but you must give me your
+beautiful little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger got poor Little Black
+Sambo’s beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, “Now I’m
+the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
+
+And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
+and it said to him, “Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And
+Little Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and
+I’ll give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and
+Crimson Linings.”
+
+But the Tiger said, “What use would your shoes be to me? I’ve got four
+feet, and you’ve got only two; you haven’t got enough shoes for me.”
+
+But Little Black Sambo said, “You could wear them on your ears.”
+
+“So I could,” said the Tiger: “that’s a very good idea. Give them to me,
+and I won’t eat you this time.”
+
+So the Tiger got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Purple Shoes
+with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, “Now I’m
+the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
+
+And by and by Little Black Sambo met another Tiger, and it said to him,
+“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little Black Sambo
+said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my
+beautiful Green Umbrella.” But the Tiger said, “How can I carry an
+umbrella, when I need all my paws for walking with?”
+
+“You could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way,” said Little
+Black Sambo. “So I could,” said the Tiger. “Give it to me, and I won’t
+eat you this time.” So he got poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful Green
+Umbrella, and went away saying, “Now I’m the grandest Tiger in the
+Jungle.”
+
+And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers
+had taken all his fine clothes.
+
+Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like “Gr-r-r-r-rrrrrr,”
+ and it got louder and louder. “Oh! dear!” said Little Black Sambo,
+“there are all the Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I do?”
+ So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped round it to see what the
+matter was.
+
+And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which of them
+was the grandest. And at last they all got so angry that they jumped
+up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to tear each other with
+their claws, and bite each other with their great big white teeth.
+
+And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the very tree
+where Little Black Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the
+umbrella. And the Tigers all caught hold of each other’s tails, as they
+wrangled and scrambled, and so they found themselves in a ring round the
+tree.
+
+Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little Black
+Sambo jumped up, and called out, “Oh! Tigers! why have you taken off all
+your nice clothes? Don’t you want them any more?” But the Tigers only
+answered, “Gr-r-rrrr!”
+
+Then Little Black Sambo said, “If you want them, say so, or I’ll take
+them away.” But the Tigers would not let go of each other’s tails, and
+so they could only say “Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!”
+
+So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off.
+
+And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go
+of each other’s tails. And they were so angry, that they ran round the
+tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till
+they were whirling round so fast that you couldn’t see their legs at
+all.
+
+And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just
+melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted
+butter (or “ghi,” as it is called in India) round the foot of the tree.
+
+Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from his work, with a great big
+brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left of all the Tigers
+he said, “Oh! what lovely melted butter! I’ll take that home to Black
+Mumbo for her to cook with.”
+
+So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black
+Mumbo to cook with.
+
+When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn’t she pleased! “Now,” said
+she, “we’ll all have pancakes for supper!”
+
+So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and she made a
+huge big plate of most lovely pancakes. And she fried them in the melted
+butter which the Tigers had made, and they were just as yellow and brown
+as little Tigers.
+
+And then they all sat down to supper. And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven
+pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a
+Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry.
+
+
+
+
+
+THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO
+
+
+By Helen Bannerman
+
+
+
+
+Once upon a time there was a little black girl, and her name was Little
+Black Mingo.
+
+She had no father and mother, so she had to live with a horrid cross old
+woman called Black Noggy, who used to scold her every day, and sometimes
+beat her with a stick, even though she had done nothing naughty.
+
+One day Black Noggy called her, and said, “Take this chatty {ed. A
+chatty is a large ceramic vase used to carry water.} down to the river
+and fill it with water, and come back as fast as you can, QUICK NOW!”
+
+So Little Black Mingo took the chatty and ran down to the river as
+fast as she could, and began to fill it with water, when Cr-r-rrrack!!!
+Bang!!! A horrible big Mugger {ed. A Mugger is an alligator like
+creature.} poked its nose up through the bottom of the chatty and said
+“Ha, ha!! Little Mingo, I’m going to eat you up!”
+
+Little Black Mingo did not say anything. She turned and ran away as fast
+as ever she could, and the Mugger ran after her. But the broken chatty
+round his neck caught his paws, so he could not overtake her.
+
+But when she got back to Black Noggy, and told her how the Mugger had
+broken the chatty, Black Noggy was fearfully angry. “You naughty girl,”
+ she said, “you have broken the chatty yourself, I have a good mind to
+beat you.” And if she had not been in such a hurry for the water she
+WOULD have beaten her.
+
+Then she went and fetched the great big chatty that the dhobi used to
+boil the clothes in. “Take this,” said she, “and mind you don’t break
+it, or I WILL beat you.”
+
+“But I can’t carry that when it is full of water,” said Little Black
+Mingo.
+
+“You must go twice, and bring it half full each time,” said Black Noggy.
+
+So Little Black Mingo took the dhobi’s great big chatty, and started
+again to go to the river. But first she went to a little bank above the
+river, and peeped up and down, to see if she could see the old Mugger
+anywhere. But she could not see him, for he was hiding under the very
+bank she was standing on, and though his tail stuck out a little she
+never saw him at all.
+
+She would have liked to run home, but she was too much afraid that Black
+Noggy would beat her.
+
+So Little Black Mingo crept down to the river, and began to fill the big
+chatty with water. And while she was filling it the Mugger came creeping
+softly down behind her and caught her by the tail, saying, “Aha, Little
+Black Mingo, now I’ve got you.”
+
+And Little Black Mingo said, “Oh! Please don’t eat me up, great big
+Mugger.”
+
+“What will you give me, if I don’t eat you up?” said the Mugger. But
+Little Black Mingo was so poor she had nothing to give. So the Mugger
+caught her in his great cruel mouth and swam away with her to an island
+in the middle of the river and set her down beside a huge pile of eggs.
+
+“Those are my eggs,” said he; “to-morrow a little mugger will come out
+of each, and then we will have a great feast, and we will eat you up.”
+
+Then he waddled off to catch fish for himself, and left Little Black
+Mingo alone beside the big pile of eggs.
+
+And Little Black Mingo sat down on a big stone and hid her face in her
+hands, and cried bitterly, because she couldn’t swim and she didn’t know
+how to get away.
+
+Presently she heard a queer little squeaky noise that sounded like
+“Squeak, Squeak, Squeak!!! Oh Little Black Mingo, help me or I shall be
+drowned.” She got up and looked to see what was calling, and she saw
+a bush coming floating down the river with something wriggling and
+scrambling about in it, and as it came near she saw that it was a
+Mongoose that was in the bush. So she waded out as far as she could, and
+caught hold of the bush and pulled it in, and the poor Mongoose crawled
+up her arm on to her shoulder, and she carried him to shore.
+
+When they got to shore the Mongoose shook himself, and Little Black
+Mingo wrung out her petticoat, and so they both very soon got dry.
+
+The Mongoose then began to poke about for something to eat, and very
+soon he found the great big pile of Mugger’s eggs. “Oh, joy!” said he,
+“what’s this?”
+
+“Those are Mugger’s eggs,” said Little Black Mingo.
+
+“I’m not afraid of Muggers!” said the Mongoose; and he sat down and
+began to crack the eggs, and eat the little muggers as they came out.
+And he threw the shells into the water, so that the old Mugger should
+not see that any one had been eating them. But he was careless, and he
+left one eggshell on the edge, and he was hungry and he ate so many that
+the pile got much smaller, and when the old Mugger came back he saw at
+once that some one had been meddling with them.
+
+So he ran to Little Black Mingo, and said, “How dare you eat my eggs?”
+
+“Indeed, indeed I didn’t,” said Little Black Mingo.
+
+“Then who could it have been?” said the Mugger, and he ran back to the
+eggs as fast as he could, and sure enough when he got back he found the
+Mongoose had eaten a whole lot more!!
+
+Then he said to himself, “I must stay beside my eggs till they are
+hatched into little muggers, or the Mongoose will eat them all.” So he
+curled himself into a ring round the eggs and went to sleep.
+
+But while he was asleep the Mongoose came to eat some more of the eggs,
+and ate as many as he wanted, and when the Mugger woke this time, oh!
+WHAT a rage he was in, for there were only six eggs left! He roared so
+loud that all the little muggers inside the shells gnashed their teeth,
+and tried to roar too.
+
+Then he said, “I know what I’ll do, I’ll fetch Little Black Mingo’s big
+chatty and cover my eggs with that, then the Mongoose won’t be able to
+get at them.” So he swam across to the shore, and fetched the dhobi’s
+big chatty, and covered the eggs with it. “Now, you wicked little
+Mongoose, come and eat my eggs if you can,” said he, and he went off
+quite proud and happy.
+
+By and by the Mongoose came back, and he was terribly disappointed when
+he found the eggs all covered with the big chatty.
+
+So he ran off to Little Black Mingo, and asked her to help him, and
+Little Black Mingo came and took the big chatty off the eggs, and the
+Mongoose ate them every one.
+
+“Now,” said he, “there will be no little muggers to make a feast for
+tomorrow.”
+
+“No,” said Little Black Mingo, “but the Mugger will eat me all by
+himself I am afraid.”
+
+“No he won’t,” said the Mongoose, “for we will sail away together in the
+big chatty before he comes back.”
+
+So he climbed on to the edge of the chatty, and Little Black Mingo
+pushed the chatty out into the water, and then she clambered into it and
+paddled with her two hands as hard as she could, and the big chatty just
+sailed beautifully.
+
+So they got across safely, and Little Black Mingo filled the chatty
+half full of water and took it on her head, and they went up the bank
+together.
+
+But when the Mugger came back, and found only empty egg-shells he was
+fearfully angry. He roared and he raged, and he howled and he yelled,
+till the whole island shook, and his tears ran down his cheeks and
+pattered on the sand like rain.
+
+So he started to chase Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose, and he swam
+across the river as fast as ever he could, and when he was half way
+across he saw them landing, and as he landed they hurried over the first
+ridge.
+
+So he raced after them, but they ran, and just before he caught them
+they got into the house, and banged the door in his face. Then they shut
+all the windows, so he could not get in anywhere.
+
+“All right,” said he, “you will have to come out some time, and then I
+will catch you both, and eat you up.”
+
+So he hid behind the back of the house and waited.
+
+Now Black Noggy was just coming home from the bazaar with a tin of
+kerosene on her head, and a box of matches in her hand.
+
+And when he saw her the Mugger rushed out and gobbled her up, kerosene
+tin, matches and all!!!
+
+When Black Noggy found herself in the Muggers’ dark inside, she wanted
+to see where she was, so she felt for the match-box and took out a match
+and lit it. But the Mugger’s teeth had made holes in the kerosene tin,
+so that the flame of the match caught the kerosene, and BANG!! the
+kerosene exploded, and blew the old Mugger and Black Noggy into little
+bits.
+
+At the fearful noise Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose came running
+out, and there they found Black Noggy and the old Mugger all blown to
+bits.
+
+So Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose got the nice little house for
+their very own, and there they lived happy ever after. And Little Black
+Mingo got the Mugger’s beard for her seat, and the Mongoose got Black
+Noggy’s handkerchief for his. But he was so wee he used to put it on the
+Mugger’s nose, and there they sat, and had their tea every evening.
+
+
+
+
+
+End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Story of Little Black Sambo, and
+The Story of Little Black Mingo, by Helen Bannerman
+
+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1330 ***