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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. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. + </h2> + <p> + Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little + Black Sambo. + </p> + <p> + And his mother was called Black Mumbo. + </p> + <p> + And his father was called Black Jumbo. + </p> + <p> + And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of + beautiful little blue trousers. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + And then wasn’t Little Black Sambo grand? + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + But Little Black Sambo said, “You could wear them on your ears.” + </p> + <p> + “So I could,” said the Tiger: “that’s a very good idea. Give them to me, + and I won’t eat you this time.” + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + 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?” + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers had + taken all his fine clothes. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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!” + </p> + <p> + 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!” + </p> + <p> + So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black + Mumbo to cook with. + </p> + <p> + When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasn’t she pleased! “Now,” said + she, “we’ll all have pancakes for supper!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> + <!-- H2 anchor --> </a> + </p> + <div style="height: 4em;"> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </div> + <h2> + THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO + </h2> + <p> + < + </p> + <p> + Once upon a time there was a little black girl, and her name was Little + Black Mingo. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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!” + </p> + <p> + 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!” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + “But I can’t carry that when it is full of water,” said Little Black + Mingo. + </p> + <p> + “You must go twice, and bring it half full each time,” said Black Noggy. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + She would have liked to run home, but she was too much afraid that Black + Noggy would beat her. + </p> + <p> + 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.” + </p> + <p> + And Little Black Mingo said, “Oh! Please don’t eat me up, great big + Mugger.” + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + “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.” + </p> + <p> + Then he waddled off to catch fish for himself, and left Little Black Mingo + alone beside the big pile of eggs. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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?” + </p> + <p> + “Those are Mugger’s eggs,” said Little Black Mingo. + </p> + <p> + “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. + </p> + <p> + So he ran to Little Black Mingo, and said, “How dare you eat my eggs?” + </p> + <p> + “Indeed, indeed I didn’t,” said Little Black Mingo. + </p> + <p> + “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!! + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + By and by the Mongoose came back, and he was terribly disappointed when he + found the eggs all covered with the big chatty. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “Now,” said he, “there will be no little muggers to make a feast for + tomorrow.” + </p> + <p> + “No,” said Little Black Mingo, “but the Mugger will eat me all by himself + I am afraid.” + </p> + <p> + “No he won’t,” said the Mongoose, “for we will sail away together in the + big chatty before he comes back.” + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + “All right,” said he, “you will have to come out some time, and then I + will catch you both, and eat you up.” + </p> + <p> + So he hid behind the back of the house and waited. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + And when he saw her the Mugger rushed out and gobbled her up, kerosene + tin, matches and all!!! + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + 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. + </p> + <p> + <br /><br /><br /><br /> + </p> + <div>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 1330 ***</div> +</body> +</html> |