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If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Tamba, the Tame Tiger - His Many Adventures - -Author: Richard Barnum - -Illustrator: Walter S. Rogers - -Release Date: June 28, 2020 [EBook #62505] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - - - - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - -[Illustration: Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of a -cave.] - - - - - _Kneetime Animal Stories_ - - - TAMBA - THE TAME TIGER - - HIS MANY ADVENTURES - - - BY - RICHARD BARNUM - - Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” “Tum Tum, - the Jolly Elephant,” “Chunky, the Happy Hippo,” - “Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox,” “Nero, the - Circus Lion,” etc. - - - _ILLUSTRATED BY - WALTER S. ROGERS_ - - - NEW YORK - BARSE & HOPKINS - PUBLISHERS - - - - -KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES - -By Richard Barnum - -_Large 12mo. Illustrated._ - - - SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG. - SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL. - MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY. - TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT. - DON, A RUNAWAY DOG. - DIDO, THE DANCING BEAR. - BLACKIE, A LOST CAT. - FLOP EAR, THE FUNNY RABBIT. - TINKLE, THE TRICK PONY. - LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT. - CHUNKY, THE HAPPY HIPPO. - SHARP EYES, THE SILVER FOX. - NERO, THE CIRCUS LION. - TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER. - - - BARSE & HOPKINS - Publishers New York - - - Copyright, 1919, - by - Barse & Hopkins - - - _Tamba, the Tame Tiger_ - - - VAIL·BALLOU COMPANY - BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK - - - - -CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER PAGE - I TAMBA IS CROSS 7 - II TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK 17 - III TAMBA PLAYS A JOKE 26 - IV TAMBA IN A WRECK 34 - V TAMBA IN A BARN 45 - VI TAMBA MEETS TINKLE 53 - VII TAMBA AND SQUINTY 65 - VIII TAMBA IN THE CITY 74 - IX TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY 84 - X TAMBA AT THE DOCK 95 - XI TAMBA ON THE SHIP 106 - XII TAMBA IN THE JUNGLE 113 - - - - -ILLUSTRATIONS - - - Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of - a cave _Frontispiece_ - - PAGE - - And into his mouth it would go 22 - - Off slid the tiger cage 42 - - He dropped his basket 56 - - The whitewash splashed out and splattered on the - tame tiger 76 - - But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger 98 - - Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf 118 - - - - -TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER - - - - -CHAPTER I - -TAMBA IS CROSS - - -“Here! Don’t you do that again, or I’ll scratch you!” - -“I didn’t do anything, Tamba.” - -“Yes, you did! You stuck your tail into my cage, and if you do it again -I’ll step on it! Burr-r-r-r!” - -Tamba, the tame tiger, looked out between the iron bars of the big -circus-wagon cage where he lived and glared at Nero, the lion who was -next door to him. Their cages were close together in the circus tent, -and Nero, pacing up and down in his, had, accidentally, let his long, -tufted tail slip between the bars of the cage where Tamba was. - -“Take your tail out of my cage!” growled Tamba. - -“Oh, certainly! Of course I will!” said Nero, and though he could roar -very loudly at times, he now spoke in a very gentle voice indeed; that -is, for a lion. Of course both Tamba and Nero were talking in animal -language, just as your dog and cat talk to one another, by mewing and -barking. - -“My goodness!” rumbled Tum Tum, the jolly elephant of the circus, as he -turned to speak to Chunky, the happy hippo, who was taking a bath in -his tank of water near the camels. “My goodness! Tamba is very cross -to-day. I wonder what the matter is with our tame tiger.” - -“He isn’t very tame just now,” said Dido, the dancing bear, who did -funny tricks on top of a wooden platform strapped to Tum Tum’s back. “I -call him rather wild!” - -“So he is; but don’t let him hear you say it,” whispered Tum Tum -through his trunk. “It might make him all the crosser.” - -“Here! What’s that you’re saying about me?” suddenly asked Tamba. He -came over to the side of his cage nearest Tum Tum. “I heard you talking -about me,” went on the tame tiger, who was beautifully striped with -yellow and black. “I heard you, and I don’t like it!” - -“Well, then you shouldn’t be so cross,” said Tum Tum. He was not at all -afraid of Tamba, as some of the smaller circus animals――such as the -monkeys and little Shetland ponies――were. “You spoke very unkindly to -Nero just now,” went on Tum Tum. “And, really, if his tail did slip in -between the bars of your cage, that didn’t hurt anything, did it?” - -Tamba, the tame tiger, sort of hung his head. He was a bit ashamed of -himself, as he had good reason to be. - -“We ought to be kind to one another――we circus animals,” went on Tum -Tum. “Here we are, a good way from our jungle homes, most of us. And -though we like it here in the circus, still we can’t help but think, -sometimes, of how we used to run about as we pleased in the woods and -the fields. So we ought to be nice to each other here.” - -“Yes, that’s right,” agreed Tamba. “I’m sorry I was cross to you, Nero. -You can put your tail in my cage as much as you want.” - -“I don’t want to!” growled the big lion. “My own cage is plenty good -enough for me, thank you. I can switch my tail around in my own cage as -much as I please.” - -“Oh, don’t talk that way,” said Tum Tum. “Now that Tamba has said he is -sorry, Nero, you ought to be nice, too.” - -“Yes,” went on Tamba. “Come on, Nero. Put your tail in my cage. I won’t -scratch it or step on it. I’m sorry I was cross. But really I am so -homesick for my jungle, and my foot hurts me so, that I don’t know what -I’m saying.” - -“Your foot hurts you!” exclaimed the big lion in surprise. “Why, I -didn’t know that. I’m sorry! Did some one shoot you in your paw as I -was once shot in the jungle? I didn’t hear any gun go off, except the -make-believe ones the funny clown shoots.” - -“No, I am not shot in my foot,” answered Tamba. “But I ran a big sliver -from the bottom of my cage in it, and it hurts like anything! I can -hardly step on it.” - -“Poor Tamba! No wonder you’re cross!” said the lion, in a purring sort -of voice, for lions and tigers can purr just as your cat can, only much -more loudly, of course. “How did you get the sliver in your paw?” Nero -went on. - -“Oh, I was jumping about in my cage, doing some of the new tricks my -trainer is teaching me, and I jumped on the sharp piece of wood. I -didn’t see the splinter sticking up, and now my paw is very sore,” -replied Tamba. - -“Well, lick it well with your red tongue,” advised Nero. “That’s what -I did when the hunter man in my jungle shot the bullet into my paw. -Perhaps your foot will get better soon.” - -“Yes, I suppose it will,” admitted Tamba. “But then I want to go back -to the jungle to live, and I can’t. I don’t like it in the circus any -more. I want to go to the jungle.” - -“Well, I don’t believe you’ll ever get there,” said Nero. “Here you -are in the circus, and here you must stay.” - -It was just after the afternoon performance in the circus tent, and the -animals were resting or eating until it should be time for the evening -entertainment. It was while they were waiting that Nero’s tail had -slipped into Tamba’s cage and Tamba had become cross. - -But now the striped tiger was sorry he had acted so. He curled up -in the corner of his cage and began to lick his sore paw, as Nero -had told him to do. That is the only way animals have of doctoring -themselves――that and letting water run on the sore place. And there was -no running water in Tamba’s cage just then. - -“So our tame tiger wants to go back to his jungle, does he?” asked Tum -Tum of Nero, when they saw that the striped animal had quieted down. - -“Yes, I guess he is getting homesick,” said Nero in a low voice, so -Tamba would not hear him. “But his jungle is far, far away.” - -“Did Tamba live in the same jungle with you, Nero?” asked one of the -monkeys who were jumping about in their cage. - -“Oh, no,” answered the big lion. “I came from Africa, and there are no -tigers there. Tamba came from India. I’ve never been there, but I think -the Indian jungle is almost as far away as mine is in Africa. Tamba -will never get there. He had much better stay in the circus and be as -happy as he can.” - -But Tamba did not think so, and, as he curled up in his cage, he looked -at the iron bars and wondered if they would ever break so he could get -out and run away. - -“For that’s what I’m going to do if ever I get the chance!” thought -Tamba. “I’m going to run back to my jungle!” - -As he licked his sore paw, Tamba thought of his happy home in the -Indian jungle. He had lived in a big stone cave, well hidden by trees, -bushes and tangled vines. In the same cave were his father and mother -and his brother and sister tigers. Tamba had been caught in a trap when -a small tiger, and brought away from India in a ship. Then he had been -put in a circus, where he had lived ever since. - -Just before the time for the evening show some of the animal men, or -trainers, came into the tent where the cages of Tamba, Nero and the -other jungle beasts were standing. - -“Something is the matter with Tamba,” said one of the keepers. - -“What do you mean?” asked the man who took care of Nero. “Did Tamba try -to bite you or scratch you?” - -“No; but he isn’t acting right. He doesn’t do his tricks as well as -he used to. I think something is the matter with one of his paws. I’m -going to have a look to-morrow.” - -Of course Tamba did not understand what the circus men were saying. He -knew a little man-talk, such as: “Get up on your stool!” “Stand on your -hind legs!” “Jump through the hoop!” - -These were the things Tamba’s trainer said to him when he wanted the -tame tiger to do his tricks. But, though Tamba did not know what the -men were saying, he guessed that they were talking about him, for they -stood in front of his cage and looked at him. One of the men――the one -who put Tamba through his circus tricks――put out his hand and touched, -gently enough, the sore paw of Tamba. The tiger sprang up and growled -fiercely, though he did not try to claw his kind trainer. - -“There! See what I told you!” said the man. “That paw is sore, and -that’s what makes Tamba so cross. I’ll have to get the doctor to look -at him.” - -Tamba did not do his tricks at all well that evening in the circus -tent, and no wonder. Every time he jumped on his sore paw, the one with -the splinter in it, he felt a great pain. And when the time came for -him to leap through a paper hoop, as some of the clowns leap when they -are riding around the circus rings on the backs of horses, why, Tamba -just wouldn’t do it! He turned away and curled up in the corner of his -cage. - -“Oh, how I wish I were back in my Indian jungle!” thought poor, sick, -lonesome Tamba. - -“Well, there’s no use trying to make that tiger do tricks to-night,” -said the man who went in the cage with Tamba. “Something is wrong. I -will look at his foot.” - -And that night, after the show was over, the animal doctor came to the -tiger’s cage. They tied Tamba with ropes, so he could not scratch or -bite, and they pulled his paw――the sore one――outside the bars. - -And then Tamba had an unhappy time. For suddenly he felt a very sharp -pain in his paw. That was when the doctor cut out the splinter with a -knife. Tamba howled and growled and whined. The pain was very bad, but -pretty soon the men, who were as kind to him as they could be, put some -salve on the sore place, took off the ropes and let Tamba curl up in -the corner of his cage again. - -“Oh, how my foot hurts!” thought Tamba. “It is worse than before! I -don’t like this circus at all! I’m going to break out and run away the -first chance I get! I’m going back to my jungle!” - -Tamba did not know that now his paw would get well, since the splinter -had been taken out. - -Night came. The circus began to move on toward the next town, and Tamba -was tossed about in his cage. He could not sleep very much. But in a -few days his paw was much better. During the time he was recovering he -did not have to do any tricks. All he had to do was to stay in his cage -and eat and sleep and let the boys and girls, and the grown folk, too, -look at him when they came to the circus. - -But, all the while, Tamba was trying to think of a way to get loose -and run back to his Indian jungle. And one night he thought he had his -chance. - -The circus was going along a country road, from one town to another, -and, as it was hot, the wooden sides of the animal cages had been left -up, so Tamba, Nero and the other jungle beasts could look out at the -stars. They were the same stars, some of them, that shone over the -jungle. - -Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and a loud noise. - -“We are going to have a thunder storm,” said Nero, as he paced up and -down in his moving cage. - -“It will be cooler after it, anyhow,” said Dido, the dancing bear. “It -is very hot, now.” - -The lightning grew brighter and the thunder louder as the circus went -up and down hill to the next town. Then, suddenly, it began to rain -very hard. The roads became muddy and slippery, and the horses, pulling -the heavy circus wagons, had all they could do not to let them slip. - -Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, right in the midst of the -circus it seemed. The lions and the tigers roared and growled, and the -elephants trumpeted, while men shouted and yelled. There was great -excitement. What had happened was that a big tree, at the side of the -road, had been struck by lightning. Some of the circus horses were so -frightened that they started to run away, pulling the wild animal cages -after them. - -Tamba felt his cage rushing along very fast. His horses, too, were -running away. Then, all at once, there was a great crash, and Tamba -felt his cage turning over. Next it was upside down. The tiger was -thrown on his back. - -“Ha! Now is my chance to get away!” Tamba thought. “My cage will break -open and I can get out! Now I can go back to my jungle!” - - - - -CHAPTER II - -TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK - - -Bang! Crack! Crash! went the thunder, and the cage of Tamba, the tame -tiger, as it slid along the slippery, muddy road, and struck a tree, -made much the same noise, only not so loud. - -Tamba himself, inside the iron-barred cage, was feeling much better -than when he had had the sliver in his paw. His foot was almost well -now, and he could step on it, though he limped a little. - -“When my cage goes to smash I’ll slip out and run away,” thought Tamba. -“I’m going to have lots of fun when I get back to my jungle.” - -Over and over rolled the cage, for the horses had broken loose from it -and were running away. Many other of the circus animal cages were being -broken in the storm. - -Tamba’s cage struck one tree, bounced away from that and hit another. -Then it came to a stop, and Tamba, who had been rolling about inside, -being sometimes on his head and sometimes on his feet, and again -turning somersaults――Tamba, at last, found himself quiet. - -“Now is my chance to get away!” thought the tame tiger, who wanted to -be wild again and live in a jungle. “Now I’ll get out of my cage!” - -He surely thought the big wagon with the iron bars on two sides――the -cage in which he traveled――had been broken so he could get out. But -when he tried, he found that this was not so. The tiger’s cage was -broken a bit, here and there, but it was so strong that it had held -together, and when Tamba tried to force his way out he could not. He -was still a circus tiger, much as he wanted to go to the jungle. - -“Oh, this is too bad!” growled Tamba to himself, as he tried to break -out, first through one side of the cage and then the other. “This is -too bad! I thought, when the storm wrecked the circus, that I could get -loose. Now I’ll have to wait for another time.” - -But if Tamba had not got out of his cage when the great storm came, -some of the circus animals had. Nero, the circus lion, got loose, and -he had many adventures before he was caught again, as I have told you -in the book before this one. But Tamba had to stay in his cage. - -After a while, when the worst of the storm had passed, the circus men -began going about, getting back on the road some of the cages, like -that of Tamba, that had rolled downhill. - -“Tamba’s all right,” said a trainer, as he saw the tame tiger. “He -didn’t get loose, I’m glad to say. I want to teach him some new, funny -tricks, now that his paw is well again.” - -“No, Tamba didn’t get away,” remarked another man; “but Nero, the big -lion, did. We’ll have to go out to hunt him.” - -When morning came, and the circus was once more in order――except for -the broken cages and the animals that had gotten away――Tamba felt, more -than ever, that he would like to be back in his jungle. - -“So Nero got away, did he?” thought the tame tiger, as he saw the -lion’s broken cage, and noticed that Nero was no longer in it. “Well, I -wish I were with him. Now he can go back to his jungle.” - -But Nero did not do that, as those of you know who have read the book -about him. I’ll just say, right here, that Nero had many adventures, -but, as this book is about Tamba, I must tell about him, and the -adventures the tame tiger had. - -A few days after this, when the circus was traveling on again, though -without Nero, who had not been caught, it came to a large city, where -it was to stay nearly a week to give shows. - -“And now will be a good chance for me to teach Tamba some new and funny -tricks,” said the animal man who had charge of the tiger. “I want him -to make the people laugh when they come to the circus. The boys and -girls will like to see Tamba do some funny tricks.” - -And the next day, his paw being again well, Tamba began to learn -something new. When his trainer entered the cage, Tamba, much as he -wanted to run away to the jungle, was glad to see the man. For the man -was kind to the tiger, and patted him on the head, and gave him nice -bits of meat to eat. - -“Now, Tamba,” said the trainer, speaking in a kind voice, “you are -going to learn something new. Sit up!” he cried, and he held a little -stick in front of Tamba. - -The tiger knew what this meant, as he had learned the trick some time -before. When the trainer spoke that way he meant that Tamba was to sit -up, just as your dog may do when you tell him to “beg.” - -“That’s very good,” said the man, when Tamba had done as he was told. -“Now that is the first part of a new trick. Next I am going to put a -little cracker on your nose. It isn’t really a cracker, it is a dog -biscuit, and it has some meat in it. As you like meat I think you’ll -like the dog biscuit.” - -As the man spoke he took from his pocket one of the square cakes called -dog biscuit. I dare say you have often given them to your dog. The -animal trainer broke off a bit of this biscuit and put it on Tamba’s -nose. Tamba could smell that it was good to eat, and he quickly shook -his head a little, jiggled the piece of biscuit to the floor of his -cage, and the next minute the piece of biscuit was gone. Tamba had -eaten it. - -“Well, that’s what I want you to do,” said the man with a laugh, “but -not just that way. This is to be one of your new, funny tricks, but you -didn’t do it just right. I want you to hold the piece of biscuit on -your nose until I call ‘Toss!’ Then I want you to flip it into the air -and catch the piece of biscuit in your mouth. Now we’ll try it again.” - -Tamba did the same thing he had done the first time, but the man was -kind and patient, and, after many trials, Tamba at last understood what -was wanted of him. He must hold the bit of dog biscuit on his nose -until the man said he could eat it. - -Then the tiger was to give his head a little jerk. This would snap the -bit of biscuit into the air, and, if Tamba opened his mouth at the -right time, the biscuit would fall into it. That would be the funny -trick. - -And, as I say, Tamba learned, after a while, how to do it just right. -But it took nearly a week. At the end of that time his trainer could -put a bit of dog biscuit on the tiger’s black nose. Then Tamba would -sit up on his hind legs, very still and straight, looking at his master. - -“Now!” the man would suddenly call, and Tamba would jerk his head, up -the piece of biscuit would fly, and into his mouth it would go. - -“That’s fine!” cried the man, after the second week, during which time -Tamba had practiced very hard. “Now we are ready to do the new trick in -the tent for the boys and girls.” - -And when the trick was done the boys and girls laughed very much and -clapped their hands. They liked to see Tamba do his tricks. Nor was -this the only new one he learned. His master taught him several others. - -Tamba would lie down and roll over when he was told; he would walk -around on his hind legs, wearing a funny pointed cap; and he would turn -a somersault, just as he had done the night his cage rolled downhill -in the storm. All these tricks were much enjoyed by the boys and girls -and by the men and women who came to the circus. Tamba was a very smart -tiger. But, for all that, he never gave up the idea of running away -when he got the chance, and going back to his jungle. - -All this while Nero, the circus lion, had not returned. He had been -away since the night of the storm, and Tum Tum, and his other friends, -missed Nero. - -[Illustration: And into his mouth it would go.] - -“But he is having a much better time than we are, just the same,” said -Tamba, as he paced back and forth in his cage. “He is on the way back -to the jungle!” - -If he could have seen Nero just then he never would have said that. -For the circus lion was in the kitchen of a country farmhouse watching -a tramp eat ham, and――but there! This book is about Tamba, not about -Nero, though I have to mention the lion once in a while. - -About a week after Tamba had learned to do several new and funny -tricks, there was a sudden noise at the entrance of the circus animal -tent. It was after the afternoon show had ended, and not yet time for -the evening performance. - -“What’s the matter, Tum Tum?” asked Tamba, who could not see very well -from his cage. “What has happened? Have some more of our animals gotten -away?” - -“I think not,” answered the big elephant, who could see the tent -entrance. “I think they are bringing in a new lion. Maybe he is to take -the place of Nero. We’ll soon know. Here they come with him.” - - - - -CHAPTER III - -TAMBA PLAYS A JOKE - - -Just as Tum Tum had said, a lion’s cage was being wheeled into the -circus animal tent, and in the cage was a big, tawny, yellow animal, -which Tamba knew, at once, was a lion. - -But, to the surprise of the tame tiger and his friends, it was not a -new lion at all, but Nero himself. There he was, looking almost the -same as when he had disappeared the night of the big storm, the night -when Tamba thought he could get away. - -“Why, Nero!” exclaimed the tiger, as his friend’s new cage was wheeled -in, “where in the world have you been?” - -“Oh, almost everywhere, I guess,” answered Nero. “I’ve had a lot of -adventures!” - -“Ha! Then you’ll be put in a book,” said Tum Tum quickly. And, as those -of you who have read the volume which comes just before this one know, -Nero was put in a book. - -“Yes, I had adventures enough for a book,” went on the big lion, who -had been caught by some circus men in a farmer’s woodshed and brought -back to the show. “I had a pretty good time, too, while I was away, -though I didn’t get as much to eat as we do here in the circus. I guess -I’m glad to be back, my friends!” and he curled up in his cage and got -ready to go to sleep. - -“Ho! Glad to get back, are you?” asked Tamba. “Well, I won’t say that -if I get a chance to run away! I’ll stay, when I go!” - -“That’s what you think now,” said Nero. “But really it isn’t as much -fun as you’d think――running away isn’t.” - -“Couldn’t you find your jungle?” asked Tamba. - -“No,” answered Nero, “I couldn’t.” - -“Well, I’ll find mine,” declared Tamba. “That’s why I want to run -away――so I can get back to my jungle. And I’m going to do it, too!” - -Of course all this talk went on in animal language, and none of the -circus helpers or the trainers could understand it. If they could, they -might have guarded Tamba more closely. - -“Well, please don’t bother me now,” said Nero, as he curled his paws -under his chin, just as your cat sometimes does when she goes to sleep. -“I am going to have a nap after all my adventures and travels.” - -“All right, go to sleep,” said Tum Tum. “We won’t bother you, Nero. -Only, some day, I hope you’ll tell us more of your adventures.” - -“I will,” promised Nero. - -Tamba, the tame tiger, paced up and down in his cage after Nero had -gone to sleep. - -“I wish I had had his chances!” thought Tamba, as he looked over toward -the sleeping Nero. “I wouldn’t have let them catch me! I’d have run on -and on until I found my jungle, no matter how far away it was.” - -And then Tamba began to think of the life in India and of the days when -he, a little tiger cub, was hiding in the deep, dark, green jungle. He -thought of how he had tumbled about in the leaves, playing with his -brother and sister, and of his mother sitting in the mouth, or front -door, of the cave and watching her striped babies. - -They had learned how to walk, and how to jump and stick out their claws -whenever they wanted to catch anything. Their father and mother had -taught the little tiger cubs how to hunt in the jungle for the meat -they had to eat. They could not go to the store and buy something when -they were hungry. Tigers, and other wild animals, must hunt for what -they eat. - -Of course, after he had been caught and sent to the circus, Tamba no -longer had to hunt for his food. It was brought to him by the circus -men, and thrust into his cage. Nor did he have to hunt for water, the -way the jungle animals have to go sniffing and snuffing about in the -forest to find a pool or a spring. Tamba’s water was brought to his -cage in a tin pail, and very glad he was to get it. - -“But, for all that,” thought the tame tiger, as he paced up and down, -“for all that I’d rather be loose and on my way back to the jungle -instead of being cooped up here. Much as I like the things they give -me to eat, I want to go home. And I’m going to get loose, too, and run -away as Nero did. Only I won’t come back!” - -The more Tamba thought of the green jungle, so far away in India, the -more sad, unhappy and discontented the tame tiger became. He did not do -his tricks as well as he used to do, and he was often cross in speaking -to the other circus animals. Sometimes he wouldn’t speak at all, but -only growl, or maybe grumble deep down in his throat, and that isn’t -talking at all. - -“I declare! I don’t know what’s the matter with Tamba,” said Tum Tum -one day. “He doesn’t seem at all happy any more. Dido, do some of your -funny dances and see if you can’t cheer up Tamba!” - -So the dancing bear did some of his tricks, capering about in his cage, -but Tamba would hardly look at him. Some boys, though, who had come -to the circus, gathered in front of the bear’s cage and laughed and -laughed at his funny antics. They liked Dido. The boys liked to look at -Tamba, also, but they were a little afraid of the big, striped tiger. - -One day, when the afternoon performance was over, and Tamba, Nero -and the other animals who had done their tricks in the big tent were -brought back to the smaller one, where they were kept between the times -of the shows, Nero said: - -“Now I am going to lie down and sleep, and please don’t any one wake me -up. I’m tired, for I did a new trick to-day, and it was very hard, and -I want to rest so I can do better in the show to-night. So everybody -let me alone.” - -“We will,” said Tum Tum, the jolly elephant. - -Now the lion is called the “King of Beasts,” and in the jungle he comes -pretty near to being that, for all the other animals, except perhaps -the elephant, are afraid of him. - -So when a lion says he wants a thing done, it generally is done. Of -course Nero could not have got out of his circus cage to make the other -animals do what he wanted them to do, but most of them made up their -minds that they wouldn’t bother him, even though they knew he couldn’t -hurt them. Nero was still “King” in a way. - -But that day Tamba was cross. Or perhaps I might say he felt as though -he wanted to “cut up.” He wanted to play some tricks, make some -excitement. He wanted to do something! - -I dare say you have seen your dog or cat act the same way. For days at -a time they may be very quiet, eating and sleeping and doing only the -things they do every day. And then, all at once, they will begin to -race about and “cut up.” Your dog may run away with your cap, and, no -matter how many times you call him, he’ll just caper about and bark, or -perhaps pretend to come near you and then run off again. And your cat -may dig her claws into the carpet, jump up on the window sill and knock -down a plant or a flower vase, and do all sorts of things like that. - -Well, this is just the way Tamba felt that day. He wanted to do -something, and when he saw Nero sleeping so quietly in his cage the -tame tiger made up his mind to play a trick on the lion. - -“It isn’t fair that he should sleep so nicely when I have to stay -awake!” grumbled Tamba. “He can dream of the good times he had when he -ran away and had adventures, and all I can think of is how much I want -to go back to my jungle! It isn’t fair! I’m going to make Nero wake up! -I’ll play a trick on him!” - -Of course this wasn’t right for Tamba to do, but circus tigers don’t -always do right any more than boys, girls, or other animals. - -Tamba’s cage was next to that of Nero, and close beside it, instead of -being at one end. The cages were left that way when they were brought -in from the larger performing tent, after the animals had done their -tricks. So it happened that Tamba could look out through the bars of -his cage in between the bars where Nero was kept. And Tamba could stick -his paws out through the bars, but he could not quite reach over to the -sleeping lion. - -“If I could reach him,” said Tamba to himself, “I’d tickle him and wake -him up. I wouldn’t let him sleep!” - -But Tamba’s paws were not quite long enough to reach through the bars -of the two cages. Again and again the tiger tried it, but he could not -manage. - -Then Tamba sat down on his haunches and looked at the sleeping Nero. At -last a tricky idea came to Tamba. - -“Ha!” exclaimed the tiger. “If I can’t reach him with my paws I can -reach him with my tail! That’s what I’ll do! I’ll reach in between the -bars with my long, slender tail, and I’ll tickle Nero on the nose!” - -Tamba sort of laughed to himself as he thought of this trick. And he -had no sooner thought of it than he began to try it. He turned about, -so his back was toward Nero. Standing thus, Tamba’s long, slender tail -easily reached into Nero’s cage. Nearer and nearer the tip of Tamba’s -tail came to the big black nose of the sleeping lion. - -Tamba looked sideways over his back to see where to put his tail. At -last the fuzzy tip-end of it touched Nero’s nose and tickled it. The -big lion twitched in his sleep, just as your cat does, if you lightly -touch one of her ears. - -“Ha! I’ve found a good way to play a trick on Nero!” laughed Tamba. -“I’ll keep on tickling him!” - -He waved his tail to and fro, Tamba did, and once again he let the tip -of it touch Nero’s nose. The sleeping lion raised his paw, and brushed -it over his face. He must have thought some bug was crawling on his -nose. - -“Oh, this is lots of fun!” thought Tamba. So it was, for him. But was -it fun for Nero? - -“Now for a good tickle!” thought Tamba, as, once again, he put his tail -over toward the sleeping lion’s nose. And this time something was going -to happen. - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -TAMBA IN A WRECK - - -Down on the black nose of the sleeping lion went the soft, fuzzy tip of -Tamba’s tail. And Tamba tickled Nero so hard that the lion gave a big -sneeze and awakened with a jump. - -Then Nero threw himself against the bars of his cage until they shook -where they were fastened into the wood, and the lion roared in his -loudest voice: - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s the tickling fly that wouldn’t let me sleep? -If I catch that fly I’ll tickle him!” and Nero roared so loudly that -the ground seemed to tremble, as it always does near a lion when he -roars. I have often felt it in the zoölogical park where I sometimes go -to look at the lions and the tigers. - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?” roared Nero. For you see he -thought the tickling tip of Tamba’s tail was a fly on his nose. - -“What’s the matter here? What’s the trouble?” cried one of the circus -men, as he ran into the animal tent, having heard Nero roar. - -“Are some of the lions or tigers trying to get loose?” asked another -man. - -“No, it seems to be Nero,” replied the first. “What’s the matter, old -boy?” he asked, as he saw how angry Nero was. For the lion was lashing -his tail from side to side and roaring: - -“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?” - -Of course the circus men didn’t know exactly what Nero was saying, -but they could tell he was angry, and they were afraid, if he bounded -against the bars of his cage much more, he might break some. - -“I don’t see what makes Nero act that way,” said the man who had charge -of the lion, and who had taught him to do tricks. “Once before he acted -like this, but it was when a bee stung him on the nose.” - -“Maybe that is what happened this time,” said the second man. - -“I don’t see any bees flying around,” went on the lion’s keeper. Just -then Tamba, seeing that he had awakened Nero, and had played all the -tricks he wanted to, pulled his tail out from between the bars of the -lion’s cage. And, just as he did so, the keeper saw him. - -“Oh, ho! I know what the matter was,” the man said. “The tiger tickled -the lion. Tamba tickled Nero with his tail through the bars of the -cage. That’s what made Nero angry. Tamba, you’re a bad, mischievous -tiger!” and he shook his finger at the striped animal. Tamba walked -over to the corner of his cage and curled up. - -“Well, I had some fun, anyhow!” he thought. “I waked Nero up all right!” - -And so he had. And now Nero knew what had happened, for Tum Tum, the -jolly elephant, had seen it all, and Tum Tum said: - -“It wasn’t a fly on the end of your nose, Nero; it was the fuzzy tip of -Tamba’s tail. I saw him tickle you!” - -“Oh, you did, did you?” cried Nero, and this time he did not roar. “Why -did you tickle me, Tamba?” - -“Oh, I didn’t like to see you sleeping so nicely when I couldn’t sleep, -because I’m thinking so much of the jungle,” answered the tiger. -“Besides, it was only a joke. I wanted to see if I could make you think -my tail was a fly on your nose. I did.” - -“Yes, you surely did,” admitted Nero. “I felt the tickle, even in my -sleep. But if it was only a joke, Tamba, I won’t be angry. I like a -joke as well as any one,” and Nero laughed in his lionish way. “But, -after this, I’m going to sleep in the far corner of my cage, where your -tail won’t reach me. A joke is all right, but sleep is better. Now it -will be my turn to play a joke on you, Tamba.” - -“Yes,” said Dido, the dancing bear, “you want to look out for yourself, -Tamba. A joke is a joke on both sides.” - -“Oh, well, I don’t care,” said Tamba, but he was not as jolly about it -as he might have been. - -The circus men saw that something was wrong between Tamba and Nero, so -they moved the cages farther apart, and then Nero and Tamba could not -have reached each other if their tails had been twice as long. And then -Nero went to sleep, and so did Tamba, waiting for the evening show to -start. And as Tamba slept he dreamed of the Indian jungle, and wished -he could go back there. - -And soon something wonderful was going to happen to him. - -That night in the big tent, which was bright with electric lights, -Tamba did his tricks――catching a piece of dog biscuit off his nose, -leaping through a paper hoop, and walking around on his hind legs. Nero -also did his tricks, one of which was sitting up like a begging dog on -a sort of stool like an overturned wash tub. - -And Dido, the dancing bear, did his funny tricks on the wooden -platform, which was strapped on the back of Tum Tum, the jolly -elephant. So the boys and the girls, and the big folks, too, who went -to the circus had lots of fun watching the animals. - -But, all the while, Nero was watching for a chance to play a trick on -Tamba. And at last he found a way. It was three or four days after -Tamba had tickled Nero with the tail tip, and the circus had traveled -on a railroad to a far-distant town. - -In the animal tent the lions, tigers, elephants, monkeys and ponies had -been given their dinners and were being watered. Tamba was taking a -long drink from his tin of water, and wishing it could be turned into a -jungle spring, when, all of a sudden: - -Splash! - -A lot of water spurted up into his face, and some, getting into his -nose, made him sneeze. Then he looked and saw that a bone, off which -all the meat had been gnawed, had come in through the bars of his cage -and had fallen into his water-pan. It was the falling of the dry bone -into the water that had made it splash up. - -“Who did that? Who threw that bone at me?” growled Tamba. “Who made it -splash water all over me?” - -“Oh, I guess I did that,” said Nero with a loud, rumbling lionish -laugh. “I wanted to see if I could toss it from my cage into yours, -Tamba, and I did. So the water splashed on you, did it?” - -“Yes, it did! You know it did!” growled Tamba. “It made me sneeze, too!” - -“Oh, did it?” asked Nero. “Well, that was just a little joke of mine, -my tiger friend. I wanted to see if I could tickle your nose the way -you tickled mine with your tail. It was only a joke, splashing water on -your nose. Only a joke! Ha! Ha! Ha!” - -“Yes, it was only a joke!” said Tum Tum and all the other animals. -“Only a joke, Tamba! Ha! Ha! Ha!” - -Of course the striped tiger had to laugh, too, for really he had not -been hurt, and he must expect to have a joke played on him after he had -played one on Nero. - -“Well, I’ll gnaw this bone after I take a drink,” said Tamba, as he -dried his nose on his paw. “Much obliged to you for tossing it into my -cage, Nero.” - -“Oh, you’re very welcome, I’m sure!” laughed the lion. “Oh, you did -jump and sneeze in such a funny way, Tamba, when the water went up your -nose!” and Nero laughed again, as he thought of it. - -And “Ha! Ha! Ha!” echoed Tum Tum. - -And so life went on for the circus animals, something a little -different happening every day. Now and then Tamba played other tricks, -and so did Nero, and the first crossness of Tamba seemed to wear off. -He was still as anxious as ever to go to the jungle, but he did not -see how he could get out of his cage. He watched carefully, every day, -hoping that some time the man who came in to make him do his tricks -would forget to fasten the door when he went out. - -“If he only left it open once,” thought Tamba, “I could slip out and -run away. Then I’d go back to the jungle.” - -But the trainer never left the door open. Besides, it closed with a -spring as soon as the man slipped out, and, quick as he was, Tamba -could not have slipped out. However, he kept on the watch, always -hoping that some day his chance would come. - -And it did. I’ll tell you all about it pretty soon. - -Sometimes, as I have told you, the circus went from town to town by the -way of country roads, the horses pulling the big wagons with the tents -on them and also the wagons in which the wild beasts were kept. It took -eight or ten horses to pull some of the heavy wagons uphill. - -At other times the wagons would all be put on big railroad cars, and an -engine would haul them over the shiny rails. This was when it was too -far, from one town to the next, for the horses to pull the wagons, or -for the elephants and camels to walk. For when the circus traveled by -country road these big animals――the camels and elephants――always walked. - -And one night after a stormy day the circus wagons were loaded on the -railroad cars for a long journey to the next city in which the show was -to be given. - -“Well, you haven’t gone to your jungle yet, I see, Tamba,” said Tum -Tum to the tiger. The big elephant was moving about, pushing the heavy -wagons to and fro. - -“No, I haven’t gone yet,” sadly said the beautifully striped beast. -“And, oh, how I wish I could get loose!” - -On through the night rumbled the long train of circus cars. There was -no moon, and the stars did not shine. The night was very dark after the -storm. - -Suddenly there were some loud whistles from the train engine. - -Toot! Toot! Toot! it went, and that meant there was danger. The -engineer had seen danger ahead, but not in time to stop his train. One -of the circus trains had run off the track and could not go on. It had -come to a halt, and another train that was running not far behind the -first one crashed into it. - -There was a terrible noise, a clanging of iron and a breaking of wood. -The cars were smashed, and so were some of the animal cages. - -“What is it? What’s the matter? roared Nero. - -“We’re in a wreck!” trumpeted Tum Tum, the elephant, who was not quite -so jolly, now. “The circus train is wrecked! I was in a wreck once -before. It’s very bad! I hope none of our animal friends are hurt!” - -But some were, I am sorry to say, and so were some of the circus men. - -Tamba, the tame tiger, felt his cage slide off the flat car on which it -had been fastened. The car was smashed and tossed to one side. Off slid -the tiger’s cage, and then it fell down the railroad bank and into a -ditch. Tamba’s cage broke open, and the tiger was cut and bruised, but -he knew that he was free. He was no longer in the cage. - -“At last I am out!” he cried. “Now I can run away to my jungle! Now I -am free!” - -[Illustration: Off slid the tiger cage.] - - - - -CHAPTER V - -TAMBA IN A BARN - - -With the smashed circus cars, the broken animal cages, with some of -the jungle beasts, including the elephants, cut and bruised, with -shoutings, growlings, roarings and tootings going on, the scene at the -circus train wreck was a terrible one. It was no wonder that Tamba, the -tame tiger, wanted to run away from it all and get to a quiet place. -And this he did. - -He crawled out of his cage, that had been broken when it slipped off -the smashed car, and gave one last look at it in the darkness. - -“Good-by, old cage!” said Tamba, softly, as he turned to run away. -“I’ve been in you for the last time. I’m never coming back to the -circus!” - -Leaving the noise and confusion of the circus wreck behind him, Tamba -slunk off into the tall grass that grew in the fields beside the -railroad track. The accident had happened at a lonely place, and there -were no houses near at hand. - -“Ha! This is a little like the jungle where I used to live!” thought -Tamba, as he slunk through the tall grass. “I can hide here until I see -which way to go to get back home.” - -And Tamba was right. The grass grew long, as it did in the jungle, but -there were not so many trees and tangled vines as in India. Only at -night it seemed a very quiet, restful place to the tiger who had been -so shaken up in the wreck. - -Tamba walked on and on through the darkness, not really knowing, and -not much caring, which way he went. All he wanted to do was to get away -and hide, and the tall grass was just the place for this. - -In a little while Tamba came to a place where there was a small pool -of water. It had leaked from a pipe that filled the tank where the -railroad engines took their water. Tamba drank some, and then, finding -a place where the grass was taller and thicker than any he had yet -seen, he made himself a sort of nest and curled up in it. - -“I can sleep here, and Nero, that big lion, can’t splash any water into -my nose and make me sneeze,” thought Tamba, as he snuggled up. - -At first he could not get to sleep. He had been too much frightened by -the train wreck, though he was so far away now that he could not hear -the din, which still kept up. But at last Tamba closed his eyes, and -soon he was slumbering as peacefully as your cat sleeps before the -fire. - -It was daylight when Tamba awakened, and, for a moment, he did not -remember where he was. He stretched out first one big paw after another -and then he called: - -“Well, Tum Tum, what sort of day is it going to be?” - -Tamba used to do this in the circus tent, for the jolly elephant was -so big that he could look over the tops of the cages and tell whether -or not the sun was going to shine. Most animals awaken before the sun -comes up――just as it begins to get daylight, in fact. - -But Tum Tum did not answer Tamba this time. The jolly elephant was -badly hurt in the railroad accident, but of course the tiger did not -know this just yet. Tamba did know, however, that he had made a mistake. - -“Oh, I forgot!” he said to himself. “Tum Tum isn’t here! I’m not in the -circus any more. I’m free, and I can go to my jungle. I must start at -once!” - -Then Tamba arose, and stretched himself some more. He liked to feel the -damp earth under his paws, and he liked the feeling of the dry grasses -as they rubbed against his sides. - -“Why, I feel hungry!” suddenly said the tiger. “I wonder where I can -get anything to eat in this, the beginning of the jungle.” You see, -Tamba still thought the jungle was close at hand, but, to tell you the -truth, it was far away, over the sea, and Tamba could not get to it -except in a ship. - -The more Tamba thought about it the hungrier he became. He knew no men -would come to him now with chunks of meat, as they had used to come in -the circus. - -“I must hunt meat for myself, the same as I did when I lived in the -jungle with my father and mother,” thought the tiger. “Well, I did it -once, and I can do it again. I wonder what kind of meat I can find?” - -Tamba did not have to wonder very long, for he soon saw some big -muskrats, and he made a meal off them. - -Then Tamba looked about him, and began to think of what he would do to -get to the deeper part of the jungle――the part where the trees grew. He -wanted to be in the thick, dark woods. All wild animals love the quiet -darkness when they are not after something to eat. - -But it was now broad daylight, and Tamba knew he must be careful how -he went about. Men could easily see him during the day. He remembered -he had been told this in the jungle, years before, by his father. But -in the jungle Tamba was not so easy to see as he was on this railroad -meadow. The yellow and black stripes of a tiger’s skin are so like the -patches of light and shadow that fall through the tangle of vines in -a jungle, that often the hunters may be very close to one of the wild -beasts and yet not see it. The tiger looks very much like the leaves -and sunshine, mingled. - -“But I guess if I slink along and keep well down in the tall grass no -one will see me,” thought Tamba. “That’s what I’ll do! I’ll keep hiding -as long as I can until I get to my jungle. Then I’ll be all right. -I’ll be very glad to see my father and mother again, and my sister and -brother. The circus animals were all very nice, but still I like my own -folks best.” - -So Tamba slunk along, going very softly through the tall grass. If you -had been near the place you would probably have thought that it was -only the wind blowing the reeds, so little noise did Tamba make. Tigers -and such cat-like animals know how to go very softly. - -All at once, as Tamba was slinking along, he heard the sound of men’s -voices talking. He knew them at once, though of course he could not -tell what they were saying. Besides the voices of the men, he heard -queer clinking-clanking sounds and the rattle of chains. Tamba knew -what the rattle of chains meant――it meant that elephants were near at -hand, for the circus elephants wear clanking chains on their legs, -being made fast by them to stakes driven into the ground. - -“Ha! I had better look out,” thought Tamba. “Maybe those are the circus -men after me.” - -The tame tiger was partly right and partly wrong. The voices he heard -were those of the circus men, and the chains clanking were those on the -legs of elephants. The men were trying to clear away what was left of -the circus wreck. Tamba had taken the wrong path, and had walked right -back to where he had started from. - -“This won’t do!” he said to himself. “I must get farther away and hide!” - -He peered between the tall grasses and dimly saw where the circus -men were working along the railroad tracks, lifting up some of the -overturned cars and cages. The elephants were helping, for they were -very strong. - -“I’ll notice which way the sun is shining, and then I’ll know which way -to go to keep away from the circus men,” thought Tamba. Then he turned -straight about and ran off the other way. - -On and on, over the big stretch of meadows and lonely land near the -railroad went the tiger until he had placed many miles between himself -and the scene of the wreck. In all this time Tamba did not see any men, -or any living creatures except some muskrats, many of which lived in -the swamp along the railroad. The muskrats were not glad to see Tamba, -for the tiger caught a number of them for food, but it could not be -helped. - -No one saw Tamba sneaking along through the grass. If any one had seen -him they would have hurried to tell the circus men, for a general alarm -had been sent out, telling that some of the wild animals, including a -big, striped tiger, had got loose after the wreck. - -But no one saw Tamba, and he saw no one, at least for a while. On and -on he went until night came again. Then he found another snug place in -among the dried grass where he curled up to sleep. - -“My jungle is farther away than I thought it was,” said Tamba to -himself, as he awoke on the second morning of his freedom. “I must run -along faster to get there more quickly.” - -After he had eaten and taken some water, he started off once again, and -then began a series of very strange adventures for the tame tiger. - -Toward the close of the afternoon of the second day of his freedom -Tamba stepped out of a little patch of woods, into which he had gone -from the meadow, and there, in the light of the setting sun, the tiger -saw a red, wooden building which he seemed to know. - -“Why, there’s a barn!” said Tamba to himself. “There’s a barn. I’ll -go in there and stay for the night. I wonder if there are any other -animals in it.” - -The reason Tamba knew this was a barn was because, when he had first -joined the circus, he had been taken to a barn, and there was taught -some tricks. The circus folk and the animals lived in a big barn -instead of tents during the winter. So when Tamba saw this building he -knew, at once, that it was a barn. - -Now it happened that this was a barn belonging to a farmer, who also -owned a house near by, but which Tamba could not see on account of the -trees. So, making sure that no one was about, Tamba walked toward the -barn, and, one of the doors being open, in walked the tiger. - -He looked all around, as best he could, for it was not very light, and -he sniffed and smelled the smell of animals. - -“Maybe some of my friends are here,” thought Tamba. “I’ll slink around -and see.” - -So he walked softly and slinkingly to the middle of the barn floor, and -peered about, and, right after that, a very strange thing happened. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -TAMBA MEETS TINKLE - - -At first when he went into the barn through the door which was open, -Tamba, the tame tiger, could not see very much. It was the same as when -you go into a dark moving-picture theater from the bright sunshine -outside. - -But, in a little while, Tamba’s eyes could see better, and he noticed -some piles of hay and straw in the barn. That made him feel more at -home. - -“This is just like the circus barn where I used to be before we started -out with the tents,” thought Tamba to himself. “That is hay, which Tum -Tum and the other elephants used to eat. I don’t like it myself. I like -meat and milk. But I don’t see any elephants here.” - -And for a very good reason, as you know. Farmers don’t keep elephants -and other circus animals in their barns. - -So Tamba looked about in the barn, and he sniffed and smelled with his -black nose, hoping to smell something good to eat. But though there was -an animal smell about the place (because there were cows and horses in -the lower part of the barn) still Tamba did not want to eat any of -them. - -If he had been in the jungle he might have felt like eating a cow, or, -what is very much the same thing, a water buffalo. But since he had -been in the circus he had been used to eating the same kind of meat -that you see in butcher shops. So, though the tiger was quite hungry, -and though there were cows and hay in the farmer’s barn, Tamba did not -see much chance of getting a meal. - -“I’ll starve before I’ll eat hay,” he said. “It’s all right for -elephants and horses and ponies, like the Shetland ponies we had in the -circus, but hay is not good for tigers.” - -So Tamba walked farther into the barn, looking about and sniffing -about, and then, all at once, he heard some one whistle. Tamba knew -what a whistle was, for often his own trainer or the trainer of Nero -would go about the circus tent whistling. So, when Tamba, in the barn, -heard some one coming along whistling a merry tune he at once thought -to himself: - -“Oh, perhaps that is one of the circus men coming to take me back to -my cage in the tent! Well, I’m not going! I’m going to go back to my -jungle, and not to the circus! I’ll just hide where they can’t find me!” - -Now the big pile of hay in the barn seemed the best place in the -world for Tamba to hide in, and, as the whistling sounds came nearer -and nearer, the tiger crept softly across the barn floor, and soon was -snuggling down in the hay. - -“I remember once, when I lived in the jungle, I hid in a pile of dry -grass just like this hay,” thought Tamba. “It was when I wanted to play -a trick on my brother Bitie. I jumped out at him and scared him so he -ran off with his tail between his legs. Maybe I can jump out and scare -this circus man so he won’t want to take me back.” - -You see Tamba thought surely it was a circus man coming into the barn -whistling. But it wasn’t at all. It was the boy who worked on the -farm. His father had sent him to the barn to gather the eggs which the -chickens had laid, and this boy, whose name was Tom, nearly always went -about his chores whistling. - -“I hope I get a lot of eggs to-day,” said Tom, speaking aloud to -himself, as he stopped whistling. “Maybe I can get a whole basket full. -I’ll look in the hay for them. Hens like to lay their eggs in the hay. -It’s a good place for them to hide.” - -Now, if that farmer boy had only known it, there was something else -hidden in the hay besides hens’ eggs. There was Tamba, the tame tiger. -Tamba had worked himself down into a regular nest in the dried grass, -and only his eyes peered out. They were very bright and shining eyes, -and they watched every move of the farmer boy. - -Tamba saw the basket which the boy carried in his hand so he might put -the eggs in it, and, seeing this basket, the tame tiger thought to -himself: - -“Well, if he expects to take me back to the circus in that little -basket he’s very much mistaken. Why, it wouldn’t hold two of my paws!” - -And then Tamba took a second look, and he saw that the boy was not one -of the circus keepers, as the tiger had at first supposed. - -“But he whistles just like one,” thought Tamba. “I wonder what he -wants.” - -So the boy, not knowing anything about the tiger in the hay, walked -right toward Tamba, hoping to gather eggs. - -In another moment, just as the boy began poking his hand down in the -loose hay, hoping to find a hen’s nest full of eggs there, Tamba made -up his mind it was time for him to do something. - -“I’ll give this fellow, whoever he is, a good scare!” said Tamba to -himself. “I’ll teach him to come looking for me with a basket! Look out -now, you whistling chap!” said Tamba to himself. - -[Illustration: He dropped his basket.] - -Then he gave a loud growl――one of his very loudest――and he raised -himself from his nest in the hay, and stuck his head out. - -Now if you had gone hunting hens’ eggs in your father’s barn, and had, -all of a sudden, seen a great, big, striped tiger jump out at you from -the hay, giving a loud growl, I believe you would have done just what -this boy did. And what he did was this. - -He dropped his basket, gave one look at Tamba in the hay, and then -uttered such a yell that his father and mother in the farmhouse, quite -a distance off, heard him. And then that boy ran out of the barn as -fast as he could run. That’s what this boy did, and I think you would -have done the same. - -“Well, I guess he won’t come back right away,” thought Tamba. “But -there may be others like him. If I stay here I may have to scare a -whole lot of them. I guess I’ll find a new hiding place.” - -So Tamba came out from his nest in the hay and began moving about in -the barn, looking for a new place in which to snuggle, and perhaps find -something to eat. And the first thing he knew he stepped right into a -hen’s nest of eggs. Right down among the eggs Tamba put his paw. - -Of course he broke some of the eggs, but he took up his paw so quickly -again that not many of the shells were cracked. And, as his paw was -covered with the sticky whites and yellows of the eggs, Tamba began -licking it with his tongue to make it clean. - -“Hum! These eggs taste as good as the ones I used to get in the -jungle,” said the tiger to himself. “Guess I’ll eat them. I’m hungry, -and they’ll be almost as good as meat.” - -So Tamba carefully cracked the egg shells and sucked out the whites and -yellows. He ate a whole dozen of eggs before he finished, and then he -felt better. - -“Now I’ll go and find a new place to hide,” he said to himself. - -He found a stairway leading from the upper part of the barn, where the -hay was stored, to the lower part, where were the stables of the cows -and horses. Down the stairs softly went Tamba, and no sooner was he -down there than he felt right at home. For it smelled just like that -part of the circus where the horses were kept. And, as a matter of -fact, there were a number of horses in the barn, and quite a few cows. - -At first the horses were afraid of the tiger, and pulled at the straps -which held them fast in their stalls. But Tamba, speaking in animal -talk, said: - -“I am a tame tiger. I won’t hurt any of you. I only want to hide here -so the circus men won’t find me. I am on my way back to the jungle. I -have run away from the circus.” - -When Tamba spoke thus kindly the horses were no longer afraid. One of -them said Tamba might hide in a pile of straw near his stall, and this -the tiger was glad to do. He stretched out, and got ready to go to -sleep. - -Now I must tell you a little about the farmer boy. When he saw the -tiger rear up at him out of the hay, and ran away, screaming with fear, -he did not know what to do. All he could yell was: - -“The tiger! The tiger! A big striped tiger is in our barn!” - -The boy’s father and mother heard him shouting and yelling, and they -ran out of the house to see what the matter was. They saw that Tom was -very much frightened indeed. - -“What is it?” they asked. - -“Oh,” Tom answered, “I went to get some eggs out of the hay, and I -found a tiger there! He had great big eyes, big teeth and a big mouth!” - -“Oh, Tom! Really?” asked his mother. - -“Really and truly!” he answered. “You can go and look for yourself!” - -“No, I don’t believe I want to,” said Tom’s mother. “But do you really -think he did see a tiger?” she asked her husband. - -“Well, I don’t know,” he slowly answered. “I read in the paper -something about a circus train having been wrecked, and maybe a tiger -or an elephant got loose and is roaming about.” - -“It’s a tiger――not an elephant――and he’s in our barn,” said Tom. “Come -and see, Dad! But you’d better bring your gun!” - -“Yes,” agreed the farmer, “I think I had. And I’ll call some of the men -to help hunt the tiger, too!” - -But, as it happened, by the time the farmer had called some neighbors -in to help him and they had gotten their guns, Tamba had left the upper -part of the barn, where the hay was, and had gone downstairs among the -horses and cows. And as the farmer and his friends did not know this, -and as none of the horses or cows called out to tell the men, they -didn’t know where Tamba was. - -They looked in the hay, where the boy had seen him, but Tamba was gone. -The men even found the place where Tamba had eaten the eggs, but the -jungle circus beast was not in sight. He was well hidden downstairs in -the straw near the stall of the kind horse. - -So the men hunted in vain, and some of them thought the tiger had gone -back to the circus, while others thought he had run off to the woods, -perhaps. At any rate, they did not find him in the barn, though he was -there all the while they were searching. A wild animal sometimes knows -better how to hide than you boys and girls do when you are playing -games. - -And now I must tell you something that happened to Tamba, as he still -hid in the lower part of the barn. He was snugly curled up in the straw -when suddenly there was a patter of little hoofs on the floor, and a -small pony trotted into his small stall, which was near that of the big -horse, next to which Tamba was hiding. - -“Well, friends, here I am back!” cried the little pony. “I have been -giving the boys and girls a ride, and now I’ve come back to have -something to eat. Has anything happened while I was out, hitched to the -basket cart, giving rides to the boys and girls? Has anything happened?” - -“Yes,” answered the old horse, near whose stall Tamba was hiding in the -straw, “something strange has happened. A big striped animal, who calls -himself a tiger, came into our barn.” - -“A tiger!” cried the little pony. “Why, I’d like to see him. I know -something about tigers.” - -“Oh, do you?” asked Tamba himself, sticking his head out of the -straw, as he had stuck it out of the hay at Tom. But the pony was not -frightened. “So you know something about tigers, do you?” went on -Tamba. “Well, what is your name, if I may ask? Mine is Tamba.” - -“Oh, ho! I know that very well!” neighed the pony. “You don’t know me, -Tamba, but I have often seen you in the circus. I am Tinkle, the trick -pony. I was in the circus a short time myself, but there were so many -of us little Shetland ponies that I don’t suppose you remember me. But -there were only a few tigers in the show, and I remember you very well. -Didn’t you used to jump through a paper hoop as one of your tricks?” - -“Yes,” answered Tamba, “I did. And, now that you speak of it, I believe -I remember you. You used to pull, around the ring, a little cart with a -funny clown in it, didn’t you?” - -“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I did. Well, Tamba, I’m glad to see you again. But -what brings you so far from the circus, and why are you hiding here?” - -“That,” said Tamba, “is a long story. I’ll tell it to you!” - -But, all of a sudden, one of the cows at the far end of the stable -mooed out: - -“Quick, Tamba! Here comes the man to milk us! Hide in the straw so he -won’t see you!” - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -TAMBA AND SQUINTY - - -Tamba did not need to be told twice what to do. As soon as he heard the -kind words of the cow the tame tiger ran softly on his padded feet and -snuggled down again in the straw. And the man came in, milked the cows, -and went out with the foaming pails without knowing anything about the -circus tiger hiding in the lower part of the barn. He thought the tiger -had gone away. - -“Now it’s all right――he’s gone and you may come out,” said the cow to -Tamba, and the tiger, shaking the straw from his striped black and -yellow fur, walked out to talk some more to Tinkle, the trick pony. - -“You were going to tell us how it was you left the circus, Tamba,” said -Tinkle. “Make a good, long story of it. I like stories.” - -“I haven’t time to make it too long,” said Tamba, “for I must be on -my way. I want to get back to my jungle. At first I thought the long -grass near the railroad was the place I wanted. But I see it is not the -jungle where I used to live. So I must travel on a long way, and the -sooner I start the quicker I’ll be there. But I’ll tell you how I got -loose from the circus.” - -So Tamba told Tinkle the story I have told you――how the circus was -wrecked in the railroad accident, and how the cage burst open, letting -the tame tiger loose. - -“And now I’m here,” finished Tamba. “But tell me, Tinkle, how did you -come to leave the circus?” - -“Well, I had many adventures,” said the trick pony. “I used to live on -a stockfarm, something like this, only there were more horses on it. I -was taken away to live with a nice boy, who taught me many tricks, and -then a bad man, with a big moving wagon, came along one day and stole -me away. He sold me to the circus, and it was there I saw you, Tamba. I -know Tum Tum, too, and Dido, the dancing bear!” - -“Yes, they are all friends of mine,” said Tamba. “At least they were -before I left. Now, I suppose, I’ll never see them again, for I am -going to the jungle. But you haven’t yet told me, Tinkle, how you came -to leave the circus.” - -“Oh, it’s all written down in a book,” answered the trick pony. - -“Oh, a book!” exclaimed Tamba. “I’ve heard Tum Tum and Dido speak of -being in books, but I didn’t know what they meant. And I haven’t time -to learn now, so suppose you tell me.” - -“Well, there’s a book all about me and my adventures,” said Tinkle, -the trick pony. “But, as long as you can’t read it, I’ll just tell you -that, one day, when I was in the circus doing my tricks, George, the -boy who used to own me before I was stolen away, came to the show. -There he and his sister saw me and they knew me again, and I was taken -out of the circus and given back to my little master. I’ve lived with -him ever since. We often come to this farm in the summer, and I have -just been giving him and his sister and some of the other children a -ride in the pony cart. George is very nice to me, and gives me lumps of -sugar.” - -“I hope he isn’t the boy whom I scared in the hay,” said Tamba. “I -would not want to scare any friend of yours, Tinkle.” - -“Oh, well, if you only scared him, and didn’t scratch him, I guess it -will be all right,” said the trick pony. “But I don’t believe it was -George you frightened, as he was out driving me. It must have been Tom, -or one of the other boys.” And so it was, as Tinkle learned later. - -“And so you are going to the jungle, are you?” asked Tinkle of Tamba, -when they had talked a while longer. - -“Yes, I want to get back to my old home,” answered the tiger. “I don’t -like it in the circus. But, still, there was one thing I liked in it, -and that was the good meals I had. I’m very hungry right now.” - -“Oh, excuse me!” exclaimed Tinkle. “I should have thought of that -before. I’m so sorry! Won’t you have some of my hay or oats?” - -“Yes, and give him some of our bran,” added the cow who had told about -the man coming in to milk. - -“Oh, thank you, very much, Tinkle. And you too, my cow friend,” replied -the tiger gratefully. “But I can’t eat hay, bran, or oats. We tigers -must have meat. I don’t suppose you eat any of that?” - -“No,” said Tinkle, “we don’t. It’s too bad! I don’t know how we can -give you anything to eat. It’s no fun to be hungry, either.” - -“I know how we can feed your tiger friend,” said one of the big farm -horses. - -“How?” eagerly asked Tinkle. He felt just as you would feel if some -friend came to visit you and you couldn’t give him anything to eat. -“How can I feed Tamba on the meat that he likes?” asked Tinkle. - -“I’ll tell you,” went on the horse. “You know the big dog who drives -the sheep to and from the meadow?” - -“Oh, yes, I know our sheep-dog very well,” said Tinkle. “He is a friend -of mine.” - -“Well, he has company,” went on the horse. “A dog named Don has come -to see him and spend the day. I came in just now from plowing one of -the fields, and I saw the farmer’s wife put a big plate of meat and -bones out near the dog kennel. She said it would do for our dog and his -friend, Don.” - -“Yes, but if the meat is for the dogs they’ll eat it all up, and there -won’t be any for Tamba,” said Tinkle. - -“Oh, but wait a minute!” neighed the horse. “I didn’t finish. Don and -our dog went off to the woods. I heard them say they would be gone for -a long time, and maybe they would find something to eat there. So if -they don’t come back to eat the bones and meat Tamba can have it.” - -“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I suppose he can. I hope Don doesn’t come back.” - -“I hope so, too,” said Tamba. “I’m getting hungrier every minute.” - -“I’ll go out and look,” said Tinkle. “It will soon be dark, and if the -plate of meat is still by the dog kennel, you can sneak out and get -it, Tamba, and no one will see you. I’ll go and look.” - -Tinkle, the trick pony, was not kept tied in a stall as were the other -horses. He could roam about as he liked, and so he trotted out of the -barn to where the farm dog had his house, or kennel. There, surely -enough, was a big plate of meat and some large bones, large enough, -even, for a lion or a tiger. - -“It’s all right,” said Tinkle, when he came trotting back. “The meat -is there, Tamba, and I didn’t see anything of Carlo, our dog, nor his -friend, Don. Now if they don’t come back until dark, why, you can go -out and have a good meal.” - -“I will, thank you,” returned Tamba, and he wished, with all his heart, -that Don and the other dog would not come back. - -“Of course I don’t want to see them hungry,” thought Tamba, “but they -may get something to eat in the woods, and perhaps I couldn’t do that. -There may be no muskrats there.” - -Everything came out all right. The twilight faded, and it became dark. -Then Tamba, who remained hidden in the stable, crept softly out to the -plate of meat and bones that had been left for the dogs. He ate up -everything and gnawed the bones, and then he got a drink of water from -the horse trough and felt much better. - -“And now, Tinkle, I will bid you and your kind friends good-by and be -on my way to get back to the jungle,” said Tamba, after he had eaten. - -“Oh, are you going to run away?” asked the trick pony. “You’ll be just -like Don, the dog, then. He ran away, too.” - -“But he ran back again, as I have heard my friend, Nero, the circus -lion, say,” replied Tamba. “I am not exactly running away from you. I -ran away from the circus, but I am only leaving you after paying you a -visit. And I liked my visit very much. That meat, too, was very good. -Thank you, Tinkle.” - -“I only wish there had been more of it,” said the trick pony. “But, if -you have to go, I suppose you must leave. I hope you’ll get safely to -your jungle.” - -But Tamba had many adventures ahead of him before that time. He said -good-by to Tinkle and the farm animals, and then, looking out of the -barn and peering through the darkness, to see that none of the farmer’s -men were on the watch with their guns, Tamba slunk out into the night. - -Once more he was on his way, traveling to find his jungle. On through -the dark woods and over the fields went Tamba, taking care to keep away -from houses where people might live who would see him and tell the -circus men to come and get him. Tamba did not want to be caught. - -So, for several days, Tamba traveled on. Often he was hungry and -thirsty, but he managed to find things to eat once in a while, and now -and again he came to springs of water or streams where he drank. So, -though he did not have a very good time, he managed to live. - -One evening, just as it was getting dark, Tamba sniffed the air and -smelled a smell which told him he was near another stable and barn. It -was not the one where Tinkle lived, though. - -“I wonder if I can get anything to eat here,” thought Tamba. - -Carefully and softly the tame tiger crept around the corner of the -carriage house. Near by he saw what seemed to be a low building without -any roof a little way ahead of him, and from this place came gruntings -and squealings. - -“Get over on your own side of the trough! You’re eating all my sour -milk!” said one squealy voice. - -“I am not, either, Squinty!” came the answer. “I want something to eat -just as much as you do!” - -“Ha! Something to eat!” thought Tamba who heard and understood this -animal talk. “I wonder who those chaps are, and who Squinty is. And I -wonder if they have enough for me to eat. I’m going to see!” - -Up to the pen, which had no roof, went Tamba, and, rising on his two -hind legs, he looked over the side and down in. There he saw a number -of pigs who were drinking sour milk and bran from a trough. - -One of the pigs, with a queer droop to one eye, looked up and saw Tamba -peering in. - -“Hello!” grunted this pig. “Who are you, and what’s the matter?” - -“I’m Tamba, a tame tiger,” was the answer, “and the matter is that I’m -hungry. Who are you?” - -“Squinty, the comical pig!” was the grunting reply. “And you had better -travel on! We have nothing here for tigers to eat!” - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -TAMBA IN THE CITY - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, rearing up on his hind legs to look down into -the pig pen, saw the funny look on the face of the animal who had -spoken to him. - -“What’s that you say?” asked Tamba in a growling voice. - -“I said we didn’t have anything to give tigers,” went on the comical -pig, and really he was comical, for his one eye had such a funny look -as it drooped toward one ear. It seemed to be looking in two ways at -once, and that is something you don’t often see in a pig. - -“Well, it seems to me I smell something very good,” went on Tamba. “It -smells like milk to me.” When he was a little tiger Tamba had liked -milk very much, and now, even though he was older, he knew it would be -good when he was hungry. - -“Yes, you do smell milk,” went on Squinty. “But it is sour.” - -“Sour or sweet, it makes no difference to me,” replied Tamba. “I am -hungry enough to eat anything.” - -“Well, I don’t want to be cross or impolite,” said Squinty, “but there -is only enough sour milk for us pigs. We can’t give you any.” - -“Ha! Well, I simply must have something to eat!” returned Tamba, and -his voice was more growly now. “If I can’t get milk I must have meat. I -remember once, in the jungle, eating a little pig who looked something -like you. What’s to stop me taking a few bites off you, if you won’t -give me any of your milk?” - -“Oh, ho! So you think you can bite me, do you?” squealed Squinty. -“Well, we’ll see about that!” - -Now Squinty was a brave little animal, and he had seen more of the -world than some of the other small pigs in the pen. In fact, Squinty -had had a number of adventures, and those of you who have read my first -book entitled, “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” know that Squinty was not -much afraid of anything. - -So no sooner did he hear Tamba talk that way, about taking bites, and -so on, than Squinty ran to where there was a loose board in the pen, -and out he popped. - -“Ho! So you think because you’re a big, circus tiger that you can scare -me, do you?” squealed Squinty. “Well, I’ll show you that I’m not a bit -afraid!” - -Now, as it happened, near the pen, where the farmer intended to use -it the next day, was a pail of whitewash. It was like thick, white -water, and the pail was full of it. Squinty gave one look at the pail -of whitewash, and a glance at Tamba, who had taken his forepaws down -off the edge of the pen, and was standing on all four feet looking at -Squinty. - -“There! Take that and see how you like it!” squealed Squinty, and with -his strong nose, made for digging down under the ground after roots and -things, Squinty upset the pail of whitewash and gave it a push toward -Tamba. - -The whitewash splashed out, and lots of it splattered on the tame -tiger, so that he was splashed and speckled with spots of white as well -as being marked with black and yellow stripes. - -“Now how do you like yourself?” asked Squinty of Tamba, as he looked at -the tame tiger in the moonlight, for the moon was just coming up. “If -you try to bite me or any of my friends I’ll splash some more whitewash -on you!” - -“You can’t,” said Tamba. “There isn’t any more left in the pail. It’s -empty; I can see for myself. I guess I got most of it on me.” - -[Illustration: The whitewash splashed out and splattered on the tame -tiger] - -“Well, if I can’t throw whitewash on you I’ll throw something else!” -threatened Squinty. “You’ve got to leave us pigs alone!” - -“Yes,” said Tamba, “I can see that I’d better. I didn’t know you were -such a fierce chap, Squinty.” - -“Well, I didn’t mean to be cross,” said the pig. “But when you talked -of biting me, why, I just couldn’t help it. I’m sorry I spotted you -with white like that.” - -“It’s all my fault,” returned Tamba. “I shouldn’t have said anything -about biting you. Being splashed with whitewash serves me right. But I -am very hungry, and your sour milk smelled very good!” - -“I’m afraid there isn’t much left now,” said Squinty. “The pigs were -very hungry to-night. But if you’ll come over to the side of the pen, -where I broke out to rush at you, I’ll see if there is anything else. -Sometimes they throw kitchen table scraps into our trough, and there -are bits of meat which we small pigs don’t eat. You may have that, if -there is any. Tigers like meat, I’ve heard.” - -“Yes,” said Tamba, “I like meat very much. It is about all I can eat, -though I could manage to drink some milk――sour or sweet.” - -“Come, we’ll go see what there is,” went on Squinty. “When I said we -had nothing for tigers I didn’t think about the meat scraps.” - -So Squinty led Tamba back to the side of the pen whence the little pig -had pushed his way out. Then Squinty explained to the other pigs what -had happened. - -“Yes, here are some meat scraps,” said one of the pigs, when Squinty -had told how hungry Tamba was. “It isn’t very much, though.” - -“Even a little will keep me from starving,” said Tamba. “When I get to -my jungle I’ll have all I want to eat, but just now it is pretty hard -to find enough. In the circus I had plenty.” - -“Oh, so you’re from the circus, are you?” asked Squinty. “I used to -know some animals in a circus. There was Mappo, the merry monkey.” - -“Yes, I have heard of him, too,” said Tamba. “But he isn’t with the -show now. Ah, but this meat tastes good!” - -The tame tiger was now chewing the scraps the pigs had brushed aside as -they did not want them. Tamba did not feel so hungry now, but he did -feel queer where the whitewash had splashed on him. - -“I’m sorry about that,” said Squinty. “If you go down to the end of the -meadow there is a pond, and you can wash off the white splashes. It’s -warm enough to take a bath.” - -“I’m not very fond of water,” said Tamba, “though I do take a bath now -and then. I guess I can wash off the white stuff by dipping my paws in -the water and rubbing them over my striped coat. I’ll do it.” - -And that is what Tamba did after he had eaten up all the meat scraps -there were in the pigs’ pen. Then he said good-by to Squinty and the -others and started off again. - -“I must get to my jungle,” said the tiger. “I have been away from the -circus quite a while now, and, as yet, I have not come to the jungle.” - -“But you have had lots of adventures,” said Squinty, the comical pig, -for Tamba had told of some of the things that had happened to him. “You -have had almost as many adventures as I, Tamba. I suppose you can call -that an adventure, when I splashed the whitewash on you.” - -“Yes,” agreed Tamba, “I think that, most certainly, was an adventure. I -don’t want another like it, though.” - -So Tamba traveled on again. He thought, if he went far enough, he must, -some day or other, come to the jungle where he used to live. But he did -not know which way to go, and, often as not, he went wrong. However, as -Squinty said, the tame tiger was having many adventures. - -He had a queer one the second night after he had met Squinty, and this -is the way it happened. Tamba had been roaming along in the night, -after having caught something to eat in the woods, and at last he came -out on a road which stretched far and away in the moonlight. - -“That is a long road to travel,” thought Tamba. “I think I will take -a rest before I go down it any farther. I’ll hide somewhere and wait -until morning.” - -Tamba looked around for a place to hide, and saw a big pile of hay. He -knew it was hay, since he had often seen it in the circus tent, and he -remembered having hidden in the hay in the barn. - -“But this hay isn’t in a barn,” said Tamba, as he looked at the pile. -“It seems to be on a wagon, as my cage used to be.” - -And that is just what it was. Tamba had come to a farm, and a little -way down the road from the farmhouse was a wagon loaded with a great -pile of hay. The farmer had loaded the hay on the wagon the evening -before, so as to have it all ready to hitch his horses to and pull it -into the city early in the morning. The farmer was going to sell the -hay in the big city. - -“Well, that hay will make a nice place for me to sleep,” thought Tamba. -He gave a big jump, and landed on top of the load of hay. There were, -as yet, no horses hitched to the wagon. That would be done in the -morning. - -Tamba pawed out a nice, cozy bed for himself on top of the load of hay, -burrowed away down in, pulled some hay over him as a covering, and -went to sleep. - -How long he slept the tame tiger did not know. But when he suddenly -awoke, he saw the sun shining, and he heard a rumble and roar all about -him. - -“What’s this? Where am I? What has happened?” thought Tamba. - -He saw the hay all about him. He felt the jolting and sway of the -wagon. The roaring sound became louder. Tamba looked out between the -wisps of hay. He saw a strange sight. - -“Why, I’m in a big city!” thought the tiger. “The load of hay has come -to the city, and I came with it! Oh, dear, I am farther than ever from -my jungle! What shall I do?” - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, had really come to the city on a load of hay. I -know it sounds very strange to say that, but it really happened. I have -often seen dogs riding along on a load of hay that had started to ride -in the country, at the farmhouse where they lived, and had come all the -way to the city. So if a dog can ride on a load of hay I don’t see why -a tiger can’t, especially when he is a tame tiger. - -Anyhow, that’s what Tamba did. He rode along on the load of hay until -it reached the big, noisy city. But the funny part of it was that the -man who drove the load of hay didn’t know he was giving a ride to a -tiger. If he had known that I don’t believe he would have guided his -horses along so easily, nor do I believe the horses themselves would -have gone so quietly. - -But there Tamba was, snugly curled up in a little nest on top of the -load of hay, where no one could see him. He could look out and down at -the city streets through which he was passing, and he saw many strange -sights. But he was used to them, and he was not afraid of being in the -city. For he remembered having seen a city like this many times before -when he was in his cage and the circus parade had gone up and down the -streets to show the animals, so that boys and girls would be all the -more anxious to come to the performance. - -“Well, I wonder what will happen to me now,” thought Tamba, as the hay -wagon rumbled along the city streets. “I can’t stay here much longer. -Some one will be sure to see me, and perhaps the man who owns this hay -is taking it to the very circus where I used to live. If that happens -they’ll get me back in a cage again, and I don’t want that to happen. I -must be very careful!” - -On and on went the load of hay, with Tamba hiding at the top, and, -pretty soon, the man drove into a sort of big yard. There were trees, -and grass, and some buildings. But what made Tamba sit up and sniff -eagerly was the smell of wild animals. I dare say you have often -noticed it yourself when you have gone to the circus. Even with your -eyes shut you can tell as soon as you enter the wild animal tent. - -“Dear me, this is very strange!” thought the tame tiger. “Can the man, -with his load of hay, have brought me back to the very circus from -which I ran away? It smells so, but I don’t see any of the big tents, -nor yet the barn where I used to live in winter. Besides, this is -summer, not winter. I wonder what it all means!” - -The more Tamba thought about it and the stronger the wild animal smell -came to him, the more the tame tiger was puzzled. The load of hay, in -which he was hidden, rumbled along, down a little hill, and then Tamba -heard the man call: - -“Whoa!” - -That meant for the horses to stop. Tamba had often heard the circus men -call that to their horses when they wanted them to stop pulling the big -cage wagons, and so the tiger understood. - -“Now I wonder what will happen to me,” thought Tamba. He raised his -head up from his snug nest in the hay and saw what he knew to be a -barn, though it was not like the one near which he had met Squinty, the -comical pig, nor like the one where he had frightened the boy Tom. - -“But it’s a barn all right,” thought Tamba. “And there must be some of -my tiger, elephant and lion friends near it, else there wouldn’t be -that wild animal smell. I wonder if Tum Tum, Nero and Dido are here. -Maybe they brought them here after the train wreck.” - -Tamba did not know what to think, but what he wanted to do was to keep -out of sight of any men who might be around, until he could think of -what to do. - -“For I’m not in my jungle, that’s sure,” said Tamba to himself. “And -how to get there I don’t know. But I’m not going back to the circus if -I can help it.” - -Tamba now felt some one pulling at the load of hay, as if about to -unload it from the wagon. Then the tame tiger, giving a look over the -side and seeing no one, slipped and slid down, and, noticing an open -door in the barn, through it he ran and hid in a dark corner. - -“There! Now maybe they can’t find me!” thought the tiger. “I’ll stay -here until it’s dark, and then run out. But where am I?” - -Tamba asked himself this question over and over again. Outside the barn -he heard men talking and horses moving about, and with the wild animal -smell came the sweet smell of new hay――the hay on which he had ridden -to the city. - -“The man must be taking the hay off the wagon,” thought Tamba. “I can’t -ride on it again. Well, perhaps I shall not need to. But I should like -to know where I am, and what all this means.” - -For some time Tamba remained hidden in a dark corner of the barn, and -then, suddenly, an animal came running in and Tamba knew at once what -kind it was. For it was striped almost the same as was the tiger -himself――with yellow and black――and it was a zebra. - -“Oh, hello, my friend!” called Tamba, in animal talk, from the place -where he was hidden. “Are you running away from the circus, too, Mr. -Zebra?” - -“Circus? Why, no. I never was in a circus, though I’ve heard about such -things,” the zebra answered. “But how did you get out of your cage? I -didn’t know any of the tigers were loose.” - -“Oh, I got out some time ago, in a train wreck,” answered Tamba. “But -what is the circus doing here, and have they had the parade yet?” - -“Look here!” exclaimed the zebra, as he chewed some wisps of hay he -picked up from the barn floor. “I guess we don’t either of us know what -the other is talking about. This isn’t a circus. This is a zoölogical -park, in a big city, and I am one of the animals. Only, as I am very -tame, they let me run about the yard where the barn is. We have some -lions and tigers here, but they are kept in cages. Are you one of the -zoo tigers?” - -“No,” answered Tamba. “I was a circus tiger. But I ran away, and I am -going back to my jungle. So this is the zoo. Now I understand.” - -What had happened was this. The farmer, on whose load of hay Tamba had -hidden, gone to sleep, and been given a ride to the city, had brought -the hay to the zoölogical park, to sell, as he often did. He had driven -it right up to the barn to unload, and then it was that Tamba slipped -off and hid before any one saw him. And the wild animal smell that -Tamba noticed was the smell of the animals in the park. I suppose you -have been to the zoölogical park near your own city, perhaps, and have -noticed that smell. It is almost like a circus, so it is no wonder -Tamba was puzzled. - -“So this is the zoo, is it?” he asked the zebra. “Well, I don’t want to -stay here, any more than I want to stay in a circus. But how can I get -away?” - -“Well, if you really belonged here, of course it wouldn’t be right for -me to tell you how to get away,” said the zebra. “But as you are not -one of the zoo animals, it will be all right for you to run off. You -had better wait until it is dark, though, and then you can crawl out -through the fence near the back of this barn. But you will be in the -middle of a big city, and not in your jungle.” - -“I know,” said Tamba, sadly. “But I’m used to cities. I have been in -parades in them often enough. I’ll find my way out somehow, and then -I’ll go to my jungle. But I wish I had something to eat. You haven’t a -bone or a piece of meat, have you?” - -“I am sorry to say I have not,” replied the zebra. “All I eat is hay -and grains. But I can show you where to get a drink of water.” - -“I shall like that,” said the tame tiger, “as I am very thirsty.” - -So the zebra showed the tiger where, in the barn, was a tub of water -out of which the horses who worked in the zoölogical park got their -drinks. There Tamba quenched his thirst and felt better. Then he -crawled back into the dark corner to hide. The zebra had to go away, -but he promised to come back and let Tamba know when it was dark enough -for the tiger to run out and start afresh on his journey to the jungle. - -All that day Tamba remained hidden in the barn. He saw none of the -other wild animals, and the zebra did not come back. Tamba was getting -hungrier and hungrier, but he knew he dared not go out to look for -anything to eat. If he had the park men would have seen him and chased -after him, either catching him to put in one of their cages, or else -sending him back to the circus. And Tamba did not want that. - -After a while it became darker. Tamba sneaked out and got another -drink, and then in a little while he heard the patter of the feet of -his zebra friend on the floor of the barn. - -“Are you there, Tamba?” asked the zebra, in animal talk. - -“Yes,” answered the tiger. - -“Well, it’s dark enough now for you to set out,” went on the zebra. -“Cut across the park over the big field you’ll see as soon as you leave -this barn. That way will take you to a street where there are not so -many cars and wagons as on the street nearest this side. It is quieter.” - -“That’s what I want――to be quiet,” said Tamba. “That’s why I want to go -back to my jungle.” - -Tamba took another drink of water, for he did not know when he would -get any more, and then, having said good-by to his friend, the striped -zebra, the tame tiger went softly out of the barn into the night. He -saw the big field and, on the other side, a row of lights. At first -they looked like the lights around the circus tents when a night-show -is being given, but when Tamba looked a second time he knew they were -street lights. He was still in the big city. - -“Good-by!” called the zebra after him. “I hope you soon come to your -jungle.” - -“Thank you! I hope so myself,” said Tamba. - -He ran across the big park field in the darkness. No one saw him, for -few persons are in the park at night. Tamba sniffed the air, and he -smelled water. There was such a strong smell of water that Tamba knew -it must come from a big river or a lake. - -“And it smells like salt water, too,” thought the tame tiger. “I -remember that smell of salt water. I smelled it when they put me on a -ship and brought me away from my jungle. Perhaps my jungle home is just -across that salt water. I am going to see.” - -What Tamba smelled was the salt water of a big river that flowed -through the city down to the ocean. And beyond the ocean lay the -jungle. This much Tamba had guessed. - -“I am going toward that salt water,” said the tiger to himself. “This -is the first time I have smelled it since I was on the ship. I believe, -after all, I shall at last get to my jungle.” - -But there were quite a few adventures for Tamba to have before he -reached his old home. - -On across the big field in the zoölogical park ran Tamba. He was coming -nearer and nearer to the row of lights, nearer and nearer to the smell -of salt water, and, also, nearer and nearer to a city street. It was -this street that Tamba feared most. Once he was across that, he thought -everything would be all right. - -He came to a low, stone wall around the park. He looked and listened as -well as he could. He did not see any one who he thought would try to -catch him. - -With a leap and a bound Tamba cleared the low, stone wall and found -himself on the sidewalk of a street. Just at this place, and at -this time, there did not happen to be any wagons, street cars or -automobiles. Tamba was beginning to think everything was coming along -finely, and that he would easily get to the salt water when, all of a -sudden, he heard a woman scream. Then a man, who was with her, cried: - -“What’s the matter? What is it?” - -“A tiger! A tiger! Look, there’s a tiger loose in the street!” - -“Why――why――so it is!” exclaimed the man, who, with the woman, had come -walking along soon after Tamba leaped over the wall. “It’s a real, live -tiger! It must have escaped from the zoo. I’ll drive it back!” - -“Oh, don’t! He might bite or claw you!” cried the woman. “Get a -policeman!” - -“I will,” answered the man, and he began to call loudly. - -“This is no place for me!” quickly thought Tamba. “I must run and hide -again.” - -Of course he did not know what the man and woman were saying, but he -knew that they would want to catch him, or call some one to do it, and -so Tamba knew he must hide. - -He looked about for a good place to go. He did not want to jump back -into the park. Up the street, a little way, he saw what he thought was -the opening to a big cave. True, it was lighter than the entrance to -the jungle cave where Tamba used to live, but perhaps it might do for a -hiding place. - -“I’ll go in there!” decided Tamba. - -The tiger turned away from the man, who was still shouting for the -police, and from the woman, who had covered her eyes with her hands, -and then Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of a cave. At -the entrance he could see that it stretched away out in a sort of dark -tunnel. - -“This is the place for me!” said Tamba to himself, and the next moment -he was running down some stone steps. As he went down he heard a loud -rumbling and roaring. - -“Ha! There is going to be a thunder storm,” thought Tamba. “I came to -this cave just in time!” - -And, back in the street, where they had first seen the jungle beast, -the man and woman cried: - -“Oh, the tiger ran down into the subway! The tiger is in the subway!” - - - - -CHAPTER X - -TAMBA AT THE DOCK - - -Queer as it may seem, Tamba had done that very thing. He had run -from the street into the opening of a subway station in a big city, -thinking it was a cave. And if you have ever been in a city where the -street cars run underground instead of on the surface, as wagons and -automobiles do, or instead of up in the air, as the elevated trains -run, then you will understand how it was that Tamba made his mistake. -For it was a mistake to go down into the subway, thinking it was a cave. - -The rumbling and roaring sound Tamba heard was a train coming along the -subway, and, being underground, it made much more noise and racket than -it would have done up on the surface. So it is no wonder the tame tiger -thought it was a thunder storm. - -Down the subway steps he ran. He saw a dark tunnel stretching out both -ways from the station. It was light on the station platforms where the -subway trains stopped, but beyond this place, at each side, the dark -tunnel of the subway stretched out. - -Tamba saw crowds of persons getting on and off the train, and as quick -as a flash he hid behind a candy counter and newspaper stand, where it -was partly dark. Tamba did not want any men to see him now, for since -he had smelled the salt water he wished, more than ever, to get across -it and back to his jungle. - -“Well,” thought the tame tiger as he crouched in the darkness behind -the candy stand, where the boy tending it, busy selling evening papers, -did not notice him, “well, I don’t know what this all is, nor what it’s -about, but I guess this isn’t the kind of cave I’m looking for. It -isn’t a jungle cave at all. It’s much too light and too noisy. It’s as -bad as the circus. I must get out of here if I can.” - -But Tamba knew better than to rush out when so many people were coming -and going. He wanted to wait until they had gone. But there were so -many of them it seemed that they would never go. And pretty soon a -policeman, and several excited men who did not wear blue suits with -brass buttons ran down the subway steps. - -“He came right down here!” said one excited man. “My wife and I were -walking along the stone wall by the park when the tiger jumped over -right in front of us. Then he ran down these subway steps.” - -“Then he must be here yet,” said the policeman. “And if he is, we’ll -catch him and send him back to the zoo. If he came out of one of the -cages there he must be pretty tame, and he won’t hurt any one. Come on, -now, everybody! We’ll have a tiger hunt in the subway!” - -Of course Tamba did not know what all this talk meant, but he knew -enough to guess that the policeman and the other men were trying to -capture him. So Tamba wanted to get to a better place to hide than just -behind a newspaper stand. And he was lucky enough to find it. - -The lower part of the stand was hollow, like a big box. In it the -newspaper boy kept his old papers, empty candy boxes and the like, and -there was plenty of room for a tiger in there. There was a door to this -underneath place, and the door happened to be open. - -Tamba saw it, saw, too, that it was dark and quiet underneath the -stand, and so he crawled in under there. A better place for a runaway -tiger could not have been found. Tamba curled softly up among some -bundles of old papers, and there he stayed while the hunt was going on. - -Up and down the subway station platforms the policeman and the others -looked for the tame tiger. But they never thought of looking beneath -the hollow newspaper and candy stand, and there Tamba stayed as snugly -as you please. - -“Well,” said the policeman at last to the man whose wife had screamed -so at the first sight of Tamba, “I guess you made a mistake, my friend. -You didn’t see any tiger at all. You dreamed it.” - -“I’m sure I didn’t dream,” said the man. “I wasn’t asleep. I saw that -tiger come into this subway as plain as anything.” - -“Well, then he must have run up the steps on the other side,” said the -policeman. “He could have done that before we got here. At any rate the -tiger is gone, and we may as well go out and look for him somewhere -else. He isn’t here!” - -The excitement soon quieted down, the searchers went upstairs, and -Tamba was left to himself in his hiding place beneath the newspaper and -candy stand. - -He could hear people walking up and down on the stone platform, and he -could hear them talking. They were talking about him, as it happened, -for the news of a tiger being loose somewhere in that part of the city -had spread. But Tamba, of course, did not know what the men and women -subway passengers were saying. He could hear the rumble and roar of the -subway trains, and they sounded something like the trains on which the -circus traveled from town to town. But Tamba did not come out of his -hiding place to look at them. He stayed quietly in the cubby-hole under -the stand. - -[Illustration: But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger.] - -After a while, as the hours passed, it became quieter in the subway. -There were fewer trains, and hardly any persons were traveling now. At -last, along about three o’clock in the morning, no trains ran at all. -The agent at the station went to sleep in his little booth, and the -newspaper boy had gone home long ago. Tamba thrust his head out of his -hiding place. He heard nothing and saw no one. - -“Now is the time for me to run out and go to the salt water,” said the -tiger to himself. “This time I shall surely get back to my jungle, I -hope.” - -Carefully and softly, Tamba crept along the subway platform. He passed -out of the ticket gate, right in front of the man in the little booth, -but the man was asleep and did not see the tiger. - -Up the same steps down which he had run some hours before, Tamba now -crept. He reached the open air and could see the stars glittering -overhead. The night was clear and warm. Tamba liked it very much. -Eagerly he sniffed the air and he smelled salt water. He turned his -face toward the river and began to stalk slowly along. He wanted to -cross the salt water and get home to his jungle. - -And as Tamba slunk along he began to remember how hungry he was. Since -leaving the circus he had not eaten very much. - -“Oh, if I could have a nice, juicy piece of meat now, how good it would -taste!” thought Tamba. But of course no meat stores were open at that -hour, and, if there had been, Tamba could not have gotten any meat from -them. If the tiger had strolled, no matter how quietly and politely, -into a meat shop, men would have driven him away, or have caught him -and shut him up in a cage. - -“But I do want something to eat!” sadly thought the tiger. - -Just then a smell came to his nose that made him lick his lips with his -red tongue and made him sniff very hard with his black nose. - -“I smell milk!” thought Tamba. “And it isn’t sour milk, either, like -that which Squinty, the comical pig, was drinking. I smell fresh milk, -and I wish I had some!” - -When Tamba smelled anything good he knew how to find it, even if he -could not see it. He just had to “follow his nose” until he came to it. -All jungle animals, and even your dogs and cats, do that. So when Tamba -smelled the milk he turned his nose toward it and walked along until he -came to it. And where do you suppose it was? - -Why, an early-morning milkman had left a big can of milk in front of a -grocery store, and it was this milk――some of which had slopped out from -the can――that Tamba had smelled. - -“Well, here’s milk all right, that’s sure,” said Tamba to himself, as -he sniffed around the can in the doorway of the store. “But how can I -get it out? I can’t scratch or bite through this tin can. And, oh, how -hungry I am! A good, big drink of milk would make me feel much better!” - -Tamba walked up and down in front of the can. It stood in the dark -corner of a sheltered doorway of a store on a main street, but at that -hour of the morning, after the milkman had passed, hardly any one was -ever out. - -“I must have some of that milk!” thought the hungry Tamba. He pawed and -clawed at the can, hoping he could find some way of getting it open, -when, all of a sudden, he knocked the can right over. It fell to the -sidewalk with a clatter and a bang, and the cover came off. - -Out gushed the white milk, and some of it spilled right into the big, -deep cover of the can itself. That was enough for Tamba. Here he had -the milk, in a dish all ready for him to lap it up with his red tongue, -and that is just what he did! - -“My, but that’s good!” thought the tiger, as he drank all the milk out -of the can cover. “I am having better luck than at first. There is even -enough milk for that pig Squinty, if he should happen to come along.” - -But of course Squinty was far away. Tamba lapped up all the milk from -the can cover, and then he saw where a little puddle had formed in -a hole in the sidewalk. Tamba took that milk, too, and then he felt -better. - -“Now to go down to the salt water and find my jungle,” he said to -himself, as he licked up the last drops of milk. - -So Tamba started off down the city streets once more, and because every -one was in bed and asleep no one saw him. - -But there was a very much surprised store-keeper who, the next morning, -went to take in the big can of milk. It was upset and spilled. - -“Ha! Some bad boys must have done this!” thought the store-keeper. “I -must tell the police!” - -But wouldn’t he have opened wide his eyes in surprise if he had known a -tiger had drunk the milk, and if he had seen Tamba doing it? Perhaps it -is just as well he did not. - -But Tamba never knew what a sad trick he had played on the store-keeper. -The tame tiger slunk along, coming nearer and nearer to the smell of the -salt water, and at last he came to the river itself. It really was a -river of salt water, and ran down to the big ocean. But the river was -not like those in the jungle. It had no banks of green vines, mud, and -trees. Instead, all along the river were big houses built on piers with -the water in between, and it was to one of these docks that Tamba slunk -down in the darkness. - -Tied at the docks were big ships which would soon steam down the river -and cross the ocean. Tamba knew what ships were. He had come across the -ocean in one when he was brought away from the jungle. - -“I think I have found the place I want at last,” said Tamba to himself, -as he walked slowly along a pier. “It is the place of the salt water -where I landed when I first came to this country. Now I have only to go -back the other way and I’ll be at my jungle. And how glad I shall be! -Now I will find a good place to hide until morning, and then I’ll see -what is best to do. I am tired now, but I had a good drink of milk and -I can sleep.” - -So Tamba found a quiet hiding place on the ship dock and went to sleep. - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -TAMBA ON THE SHIP - - -The sun was brightly shining when Tamba, the tame tiger, awakened in -his bed at the dock. I call it a “bed” for he had snuggled down on a -pile of bags between some boxes and bales, and this is as good a bed as -ever a tiger asks for. Often they are glad enough to sleep on the bare -boards of the circus cages, and even in their jungle caves they never -have more than a pile of dried leaves or grass. - -Tamba could look out through the cracks between the boxes and bales and -see the yellow sunshine on the dock. The sunshine made yellow stripes, -almost the color of Tamba’s tawny coat. He could feel the soft, warm -wind blowing in on him, and he could also smell the salt water. - -“I am in the right place at last,” thought Tamba. “But I must be -careful. I do not want to be caught when I am so near my jungle.” - -You see Tamba did not know just how far it was down the big salt river -and across the big, salt ocean to his jungle home. All he knew was -that the salt water here smelled just as the salt water had smelled -when he was put on the ship, to be brought away from his home in India. - -And there were ships at the dock. Tamba could see them, but he knew -better than to run out now and get on board one. For, now that it was -daylight, there were many men on the dock. They were driving their -wagons and drays about, laden as they were with things to go on board -the ships, and Tamba knew that if he ran out, in plain sight of these -men, some of them would chase him, and, perhaps, catch him. - -“So I’ll just stay hidden here until it gets dark again,” thought Tamba -to himself. “Then I’ll go on one of those big floating houses, which -Tum Tum says are called ships, and I’ll get back to my jungle. If I -wait until night no one will see me, and then they can’t catch me to -send me back to the circus.” - -So Tamba curled up in his snug little nest among the boxes and barrels -on the pier, and remained hidden. Of course if men had come to take -away those particular boxes they would have found Tamba, but, as it -happened, they did not, and so he was safe. - -After a while, though, Tamba began to feel hungry. Milk for a tiger, -even though it happened to be the full top of a can, is not enough. He -must have meat, and meat was what Tamba wanted just then. He sniffed -and smelled around among the boxes and bales which formed his nest, but -no meat smell came to his nose. If one of the boxes had happened to -have meat in it, perhaps Tamba might have clawed it open and gotten a -meal. But, as it was, there was nothing for him to eat. - -“Never mind,” he thought to himself; “perhaps to-night, when I get on -the ship, I can find something good to eat.” - -But Tamba was to have something before then. About noon the dock on the -edge of the salty river, where many ships were tied, became a very busy -place. Though Tamba did not know it, the ships were being loaded with -things to be taken across the sea and sold. - -The dock was crowded with wagons, horses, automobiles and men, all -being driven or hurrying to and fro, to get the big ships ready to -sail. For there were two ships in this dock, one on either side of the -pier, and Tamba was in a place called a warehouse, in between the two -vessels. - -So, as I say, the dock and warehouse was a very busy place at noon. And -as men must eat, as well as tigers, when the twelve o’clock whistles -blew some of the drivers tied their horses wherever they happened to -be, put nose-bags of oats on the horses’ necks, and then the men went -to get their own dinners. - -Now, as it happened, a wagon, with a load of meat on it, was stopped by -its driver near Tamba’s place. The end of the wagon, which was filled -with big pieces of beef, pork, and mutton, was near the hole among the -boxes where the tiger was hiding. And of course Tamba could easily -smell this meat. In fact, the smell of it awakened him from a little -sleep into which he had fallen. - -“Ha! What’s that?” asked the tiger of himself, as he opened his eyes. -He sniffed harder. The meat smell became plainer. Then he looked up. -Right over his head was the end of a big wagon, where the man driving -it had backed it to get it out of the way while he fed his horses and -went to get his own dinner. And on the end of the wagon was some nice, -juicy meat, just the kind Tamba had been fed in the circus. Only there -was more meat than Tamba had ever seen at one time before. - -The meat, as I suppose you have guessed, was to be put on board one of -the ships to feed the passengers and crew on its journey over the salty -sea. Of course Tamba did not know that. All he knew was that he felt -very hungry, and that here was meat. - -“Well, it was very kind of some one to bring me so much meat,” thought -the tiger to himself. “I’m sure I’m much obliged to them. And they -left me to myself to eat it, too. They didn’t stay to stare and watch -me, as the folks do in the circus. This is very nice.” - -So Tamba rose up on his hind legs, and, hidden as he was in his snug -nest, where no one saw him, and with the end of the meat wagon so -easily within reach, the tame tiger made a good meal. Of course he -chewed the ends off several nice pieces of meat that were meant to go -on board the ship, but it did not completely spoil them, and, after -all, the tame tiger was very hungry. - -“My, but this tastes good!” thought the tiger, as he took bite after -bite of juicy beef. “This is even better than the circus. I can have as -much as I want, and there are no bones to hurt my teeth. Of course I -like to gnaw a bone now and then, but when I am as hungry as I am now I -want just plain chunks of meat.” - -And Tamba had all he wanted. He just stood there and ate and ate from -the back of the wagon, and then, licking his jaws to make them clean, -he curled up in his nest again, and went to sleep once more. - -And when the man came back, after having had his lunch, to take the -oat-bags from the heads of his horses, he was in such a hurry to get -his wagon unloaded, was this man, that he never noticed where Tamba had -chewed the meat. - -And it was not until some days later, when the butcher on the ship was -cutting up the meat, that it was noticed that some of the pieces were -chewed as if by some animal. - -“I guess the dock rats did it,” said the ship butcher. And he never -knew it was Tamba, any more than the grocer knew it was a tiger that -had tipped over his can of milk. - -After his good meal Tamba had a fine sleep, and it was quite dark when -he awoke again. He peered out from between the boxes, barrels and -bales, and he saw that there were no men, horses or drays at the dock. -It was deserted and quiet. But, over at one side, Tamba could still see -the ships, or “floating houses,” as he called them. - -“Now if I can get on one of those ships I’ll soon be back at my -jungle,” thought Tamba to himself. “But I wonder which one to go on?” - -Carefully and quietly he slunk out of his hiding place. He walked along -until he came to where a sort of bridge, which is called a gangplank, -led up to the deck of the ship. Here Tamba smelled a smell that he very -well knew. It was a tiger smell――the smell of a wild beast. - -“Ha! If there have been wild jungle animals here, this is the very ship -I want to go on,” thought Tamba. “This must have come from jungle-land. -At no other place can I smell the wild animal smell. This is the ship -for me! I’ll get on, hide away, and have a nice ride back to my -jungle.” - -So, seeing no one about, Tamba walked softly up the plank, and stepped -softly to the deck of the big ship. And he managed to crawl down into a -hole without any one seeing him. Down in a hole, among some boxes and -barrels, just like those on the dock, Tamba hid himself. - -“Now for my jungle!” he said to himself as he curled up. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -TAMBA IN THE JUNGLE - - -Tamba, the tame tiger, had hidden himself away in the dark part of the -ship called the “hold.” It was there that the cargo was stored――the -place where boxes, barrels, and big wooden cases of things sent across -the ocean were kept from the time the ship left one dock, until it came -to another to unload. - -So Tamba had gone softly up the gangplank in the soft darkness of the -night from the pier, he had dropped to the deck of the ship, and had -crawled down what is called a “hatchway” into a hold. And there he hid. - -And I must tell you how it happened that Tamba smelled the wild animal -odor on one ship, and not on another. - -It was because this ship had, a week or so before, brought from India -and Africa a cargo of wild animals for a circus. There had been lions -and tigers and elephants and snakes on the ship, and even though they -had been taken off when the ship reached New York, some of the smell -remained. And it was this which Tamba smelled, and which made him feel -sure that this was a jungle-ship, or one that would take him back to -his Indian home. - -All through the night Tamba slept in the hold of the ship, among the -boxes and the barrels, as he had slept on the dock. When he awoke he -could see a little sunshine streaming through a crack, and he knew -another day had come. - -Just then he felt a queer motion. It was as if the whole ship, and -he himself in it, had been moved along. And that is just what was -happening. The ship was moving away from the dock, getting ready for -the voyage across the ocean. Tamba knew what the motion meant. He had -felt it before on his first sea voyage, when he had been brought away -from the jungle. - -“Well, at last I’m on my way back to the jungle,” thought Tamba. “It’s -lucky I found this ship.” - -And, indeed, Tamba was lucky in more ways than one. - -But, with all that, Tamba did not have a very good time on board the -ship. In the first place he knew he had to stay in hiding, if he did -not want to be seen, and, perhaps, shut up in a cage again, or, for all -he knew, be sent back to the circus. The tame tiger could not go out -on deck, as the passengers did, and breathe the fresh air and see the -sunshine. Poor Tamba had to stay down in the dark hold, hiding among -the boxes and barrels. - -And another thing was that he was hungry. After the first day when the -ship was at sea, the tiger began to want more meat. Even though he had -taken a good meal from the pile of beef on the wagon, that could not -last very long. - -So, after the second night Tamba began to prowl about in the hold of -the ship, looking for something to eat. He caught some big rats and ate -them, and if the men who owned the ship had known that they would have -been glad. For rats on ships do much damage, and eat some of the cargo. -So Tamba ate the rats, but they were hardly enough. He wanted more. - -Then, one day he got a meal very unexpectedly. One of the sailors, who, -perhaps, was as hungry as Tamba, took a big piece of meat from the -“galley,” as the kitchen on a ship is called. And the sailor, who had -no right to take this meat, stole away to eat it all by himself, so the -cook wouldn’t see him and scold him. - -And, as it happened, the sailor picked out the same hold in which Tamba -was hiding to come to eat his bit of meat which had been taken from the -galley. - -Now Tamba was very hungry just about that time, and when the sailor -happened to sit down on a barrel, behind which Tamba was hiding, and -began to eat the meat, the tame tiger smelled it. The tiger very much -wanted some for himself. - -Tamba peered out and saw the sailor sitting with the big chunk of -cooked meat on the barrel beside him. - -“That’s more than he needs,” thought Tamba, after the sailor had eaten -a bit. “I’ll take the rest. I don’t believe he’ll mind.” - -So Tamba reached up his paw, hooked his sharp claws into the meat, and -pulled it down toward his hungry mouth. The sailor turned just in time -to see his meat sliding off the barrel. - -“Here! Come back with that!” he yelled. “Sure, the rats are getting -very bold when they reach up and take your meat that way! Come back -with it!” - -The sailor leaned over the edge of the barrel, really thinking some -bold rat had taken his meat, and then the sailor saw Tiger Tamba, with -his glittering, green eyes, hiding down in the snug nest, chewing the -meat. - -“Oh, my! Oh, what do I see!” cried the frightened sailor. “Oh, ’tis a -live tiger! Well, it serves me right for taking meat I’d no business to -take! Oh, the tiger! The tiger!” and, shouting and yelling in fright, -the sailor ran up on deck and never went down there again. - -He did not dare tell the other sailors what he had seen, for then he -would have had to tell about taking the meat, and he did not want to do -this. - -As no one but the frightened sailor knew that Tamba was on the ship, -and this sailor was not quite sure himself, Tamba was not found out. -The chunk of meat he took away from the sailor was rather large, and it -saved Tamba from actually starving, though he was pretty hungry before -the ship got across the ocean. But he managed to catch some big rats -every day, and this helped out. - -Aside from this, and the trick he played on the sailor, Tamba did not -have many adventures on the ship. He had to keep pretty closely to the -dark hold, not daring to come out. - -Then one day the pitching and tossing came to an end. The ship reached -the end of her voyage and was tied up at a dock, this time in far-off -India. Tamba was very lucky that he had gotten on a vessel that took -him right back to his own jungle-land, though he was still many miles -from the place of the trees and tangled vines. - -The night after the ship was tied up at the dock in India, Tamba -watched his chance, and, when it was dark and quiet, he slipped up -on deck from the dark hold, and looked about. He could see trees and -houses, but there were not so many houses as in New York, and there -were more trees. The air, too, had a different smell. It had more the -smell of the jungle, and as Tamba sniffed it he said: - -“My home can not be so very far away now. I will run down off this ship -and find my jungle, and also my father and mother and my sister and -brother. Then I shall be happy. No more circus for me!” - -So down the same gangplank up which he had walked from the dock in New -York, Tamba ran, and soon he was on the Indian wharf. There were boxes -and barrels there, too, but Tamba did not stop to find a hiding place. -He wanted to run off to the jungle as soon as he could. - -The tiger was hungry, so he sniffed about until he found a place where -the ship’s cook had thrown overboard, on the dock, some scraps of meat -to some hungry dogs. The dogs had not eaten it all, and there was a -little left for Tamba. Then, when he had found a drink of water at a -fountain in a street near the dock, Tamba was ready to set off on his -journey to find his former jungle home. - -It was a warm, Indian night. There was no moon, and as there were not -many lights near the dock, Tamba was not seen as he slunk off the ship -and began to travel. He sniffed the warm, moist air, and it reminded -him of his jungle home. He remembered it from the time when he had been -a little, baby tiger. - -[Illustration: Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf.] - -“Ah, that is good!” thought Tamba. “It was nice in the circus, and I -had many good friends――Tum Tum, Dido, Chunky, the happy hippo, and -Nero. And I met many good friends after I ran away――even Squinty was -kind after he found I did not hurt him. But still I will like best to -get back to my jungle.” - -So Tamba traveled on through the dark night, getting farther and -farther away from the city where the ship had docked. Strange as it may -seem, Tamba had made the trip all the way across the ocean himself. It -was a great thing for a tiger to do, I think. - -Now he was in India, and that country has not so many large cities, nor -were they as close together as in the United States, where Tamba had -been in the circus. So, soon after leaving the dock, the tame tiger -found himself out in the wild country. And it was not so far away to -the jungle, though the jungle, where Tamba had formerly lived, was -still many miles off. - -“But at last I am free, I am not in the circus, and I am out in the hot -country that I love,” thought Tamba, as he slunk along under the trees -and bushes. “Now all that I have to do is to find the right jungle. I -can eat and drink now when I please. I shall not have to take chunks -of meat away from sailors, nor catch rats.” - -In this Tamba was right. All about him, in the woods, were plenty of -small animals on which he could feed. And there were pools of water -here and there where he could drink. It was not like being cooped up in -the hold of a ship, nor even like being in a circus cage. Tamba liked -very much to be free so he could wander where he wished. - -He traveled on and on for many nights, hiding in the day-time when he -came to a city or village, but slinking along through the tall grass, -or among the trees, when he came to the open country. He grew sleek and -fat, for he had plenty to eat. Then, too, he met other tigers and some -lions as well as a few elephants. - -All these animals he asked where his former jungle cave was, but none -of them could tell him. They did not know Tamba’s father or mother, nor -had they ever seen his sister or brother. - -For many miles Tamba roamed over India, looking for his old home. He -began to think he would never find it, and he was getting lonesome and -homesick when, one evening, he came to the edge of a deep wood. He -crossed a field of tall dried grass to reach the trees. He was on the -edge of a deep, dense jungle, and, somehow, as he sniffed the air, to -make sure there were no hunters about, and no wild beasts that might do -him harm――somehow, Tamba felt that he had been near this same jungle -forest once before. - -“But it was many years ago,” he thought. “I wonder if there is any one -here who would know where my father and mother are.” - -Slowly he crossed through the dried grass and reached the woods. In -front of him he saw a cave, and, at the sight of it, Tamba’s heart -began to beat faster. He had a strange feeling. - -Out in front of the cave walked a big tiger――a man tiger. He paced -slowly up and down, and, after a while, a tigress came out to keep him -company. Tamba looked past the cave and saw, tumbling about in the -dried leaves of the jungle, a boy and a girl tiger. Then he heard the -tigress say: - -“Well, our children are growing up. Soon they will go away from our -jungle cave.” - -“Yes, I suppose so,” said the larger man tiger, and Tamba thought the -old tiger’s voice was sad. - -“Yes, they will go away,” went on the tigress. “They will leave us as -Tamba did!” - -“Tamba!” thought the surprised circus tiger to himself. “She knows my -name!” - -“Oh, but Tamba did not go away,” said the old man tiger. “He was -caught in a trap. Well do I remember that night! We have never seen him -since.” - -“No; and I don’t suppose we ever shall,” said the tigress, and she, -too, spoke sadly. “I would give a great deal if I could only see my -little Tamba again.” - -At that Tamba could wait no longer. Trembling with eagerness he leaped -through the grass, and landed in front of the cave, right between the -other tigers. - -“Ha! What is this? Who is this strange tiger?” asked the old one. - -“Yes, who are you, and what do you want?” asked the tigress. “If you -came to play with our boy and girl, there they are rolling in the -grass. But you should not pounce in like that. It isn’t very nice and――” - -“Mother! Don’t you know me?” cried Tamba, in tiger talk, of course. -“Why, I’m your own little boy tiger who was trapped and taken away long -ago! I have been in a circus ever since, until I ran away, got on a -ship, and came back to my jungle. Here I am! Don’t you know me, Father?” - -The old tiger opened wide his eyes and peered at the younger one. - -“Why――why――it is Tamba!” he growled. “Look, Mother, our tiger cub has -come back to us, almost full grown! Oh, what a fine tiger he is! -Here!” he called to Tamba’s brother and sister. “Here is Tamba come -back! Oh, how glad I am!” - -“And so am I!” cried Tamba’s mother, as she purred and rubbed him with -her paw. “Oh, to think of having you back again after all these years! -I am so glad!” - -“And I am glad to get back!” said Tamba. “I had a lot of adventures -before I got here, though.” - -“Oh, do tell us about them!” purred Tamba’s sister. “I love to hear -adventure stories.” - -“So do I,” said Tamba’s brother. “Tell us about the circus.” - -“First, let him have something to eat,” suggested Tamba’s mother. “You -are hungry, aren’t you?” she asked. - -“Indeed I am,” said Tamba. - -Then they brought him a big chunk of meat from the cave, and when he -had eaten that and had taken a drink from the pool Tamba sat down and -began his story. - -“I have been in many places,” he said, “but, most of all, I like to be -back in the jungle. I am never going away again!” - -“And to think you found us again, after all these years!” said his -mother. - -“I think it is wonderful!” added his sister. - -“Very clever, I call it,” said his father, sort of laughing. - -“Oh, let Tamba tell his adventures,” begged his brother. - -So Tamba told them, just as I have written them here in this book. He -told about the circus, about how Squinty splashed whitewash on him, and -everything; and, my! the other jungle tigers laughed at the funny pig’s -trick. - -It was late that night when Tamba had finished the story of his -adventures, and then, having eaten some more, he was given a bed on the -dried leaves in the cave, where he curled up with his father and mother -and sister and brother. - -“Tamba,” asked his sister softly, as she reached over in the darkness -and touched him with her paw, “do you think I would like it in a -circus?” - -“No!” said Tamba. “You had better stay at home in the jungle. There is -no place like it. I am glad to get back!” - -And then he went to sleep. - - -THE END - - - - -STORIES FOR CHILDREN - -(From four to nine years old) - -THE KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES - -BY RICHARD BARNUM - - -[Illustration] - -In all nursery literature animals have played a conspicuous part; and -the reason is obvious for nothing entertains a child more than the -antics of an animal. These stories abound in amusing incidents such as -children adore and the characters are so full of life, so appealing to -a child’s imagination, that none will be satisfied until they have met -all of their favorites――Squinty, Slicko, Mappo, Tum Tum, etc. - - 1 SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG. - 2 SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL. - 3 MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY. - 4 TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT. - 5 DON, A RUNAWAY DOG. - 6 DIDO, THE DANCING BEAR. - 7 BLACKIE, A LOST CAT. - 8 FLOP EAR, THE FUNNY RABBIT. - 9 TINKLE, THE TRICK PONY. - 10 LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT. - 11 CHUNKY, THE HAPPY HIPPO. - 12 SHARP EYES, THE SILVER FOX. - 13 NERO, THE CIRCUS LION. - 14 TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER. - -_Cloth, Large 12mo, Illustrated, Per vol. 60 cents_ - -For sale at all bookstores or sent (postage paid) on receipt of price -by the publishers. - - BARSE & HOPKINS - Publishers 28 West 23rd Street New York - - - - - Transcriber’s Notes: - - ――Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). - - ――Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected. - - ――Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tamba, the Tame Tiger, by Richard Barnum - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - -***** This file should be named 62505-0.txt or 62505-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/5/0/62505/ - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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You may copy it, give it away or re-use it under the terms of -the Project Gutenberg License included with this eBook or online at -www.gutenberg.org. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Tamba, the Tame Tiger - His Many Adventures - -Author: Richard Barnum - -Illustrator: Walter S. Rogers - -Release Date: June 28, 2020 [EBook #62505] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - - - - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - -</pre> - - - -<div class="figcenter" id="cover"> - <img src="images/cover.jpg" alt="cover" title="cover" /> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="figcenter" id="i_frontis"> - <img src="images/i_frontis.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_94">Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway of a cave.</a></div> -</div> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="noi subtitle"><i>Kneetime Animal Stories</i></p> - -<h1>TAMBA<br /> -THE TAME TIGER</h1> - -<p class="noi subtitle">HIS MANY ADVENTURES</p> - -<p class="p2 noic">BY</p> - -<p class="noi author">RICHARD BARNUM</p> - -<p class="noi works">Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” “Tum Tum,<br /> -the Jolly Elephant,” “Chunky, the Happy Hippo,”<br /> -“Sharp Eyes, the Silver Fox,” “Nero, the<br /> -Circus Lion,” etc.</p> - -<p class="p4 noi works"><i>ILLUSTRATED BY</i></p> - -<p class="noic"><i>WALTER S. ROGERS</i></p> - -<p class="p4 noic">NEW YORK<br /> -<span class="noi adauthor">BARSE & HOPKINS</span><br /> -PUBLISHERS</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="adbox"> -<p class="noi author">KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES</p> - -<p class="noic">By Richard Barnum</p> - -<p class="noic"><i>Large 12mo. Illustrated.</i></p> - -<ul> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Squinty, The Comical Pig.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Slicko, The Jumping Squirrel.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Mappo, The Merry Monkey.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Tum Tum, The Jolly Elephant.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Don, A Runaway Dog.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Dido, The Dancing Bear.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Blackie, A Lost Cat.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Flop Ear, The Funny Rabbit.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Tinkle, The Trick Pony.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Lightfoot, The Leaping Goat.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Chunky, The Happy Hippo.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Sharp Eyes, The Silver Fox.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Nero, The Circus Lion.</span></li> -<li class="hang"><span class="smcap">Tamba, The Tame Tiger.</span></li> -</ul> - -<p class="noic">BARSE & HOPKINS<br /> -Publishers New York</p> -</div> - -<p class="p2 noic">Copyright, 1919,<br /> -by<br /> -Barse & Hopkins</p> - -<hr class="r20" /> - -<p class="noic"><i>Tamba, the Tame Tiger</i></p> - -<p class="p4 noi works">VAIL·BALLOU COMPANY<br /> -BINGHAMTON AND NEW YORK</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>CONTENTS</h2> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Contents"> -<col style="width: 20%;" /> -<col style="width: 70%;" /> -<col style="width: 10%;" /> -<tr> - <th class="smfontr">CHAPTER</th> - <th class="tdl"></th> - <th class="smfontr">PAGE</th> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">I</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_I">Tamba is Cross</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">7</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">II</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_II">Tamba’s Funny Trick</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">17</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">III</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_III">Tamba Plays a Joke</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">26</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">IV</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IV">Tamba in a Wreck</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">34</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">V</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_V">Tamba in a Barn</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">45</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VI</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VI">Tamba Meets Tinkle</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">53</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VII</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VII">Tamba and Squinty</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">65</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">VIII</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_VIII">Tamba in the City</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">74</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">IX</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_IX">Tamba in the Subway</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">84</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">X</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_X">Tamba at the Dock</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">95</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XI</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XI">Tamba on the Ship</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">106</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdrt">XII</td> - <td class="tdl smcap"><a href="#CHAPTER_XII">Tamba in the Jungle</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">113</td> -</tr> -</table> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<h2>ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> - - -<table border="0" cellpadding="5" cellspacing="0" summary="Illustrations"> -<col style="width: 80%;" /> -<col style="width: 20%;" /> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_frontis">Tamba ran for what he thought was the doorway -of a cave</a></td> - <td class="tdrb"><i>Frontispiece</i></td> -</tr> -<tr> - <th class="tdl hang"> </th> - <th class="smfontr">PAGE</th> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p023">And into his mouth it would go</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">22</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p043">Off slid the tiger cage</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">42</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p057">He dropped his basket</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">56</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p077">The whitewash splashed out and splattered on -the tame tiger</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">76</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p099">But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">98</td> -</tr> -<tr> - <td class="tdl hang"><a href="#i_p119">Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf</a></td> - <td class="tdrb">118</td> -</tr> -</table> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_7"></a>[7]</span></p> - - -<div class="chapter"> -<p class="noi title">TAMBA,<br /> -THE TAME TIGER</p> - - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_I">CHAPTER I<br /> -<small>TAMBA IS CROSS</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">“Here! Don’t you do that again, or -I’ll scratch you!”</p> - -<p>“I didn’t do anything, Tamba.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, you did! You stuck your tail into my -cage, and if you do it again I’ll step on it! -Burr-r-r-r!”</p> - -<p>Tamba, the tame tiger, looked out between the -iron bars of the big circus-wagon cage where he -lived and glared at Nero, the lion who was next -door to him. Their cages were close together -in the circus tent, and Nero, pacing up and down -in his, had, accidentally, let his long, tufted tail -slip between the bars of the cage where Tamba -was.</p> - -<p>“Take your tail out of my cage!” growled -Tamba.</p> - -<p>“Oh, certainly! Of course I will!” said -Nero, and though he could roar very loudly at<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_8"></a>[8]</span> -times, he now spoke in a very gentle voice indeed; -that is, for a lion. Of course both Tamba -and Nero were talking in animal language, just -as your dog and cat talk to one another, by mewing -and barking.</p> - -<p>“My goodness!” rumbled Tum Tum, the jolly -elephant of the circus, as he turned to speak to -Chunky, the happy hippo, who was taking a bath -in his tank of water near the camels. “My -goodness! Tamba is very cross to-day. I wonder -what the matter is with our tame tiger.”</p> - -<p>“He isn’t very tame just now,” said Dido, the -dancing bear, who did funny tricks on top of a -wooden platform strapped to Tum Tum’s back. -“I call him rather wild!”</p> - -<p>“So he is; but don’t let him hear you say it,” -whispered Tum Tum through his trunk. “It -might make him all the crosser.”</p> - -<p>“Here! What’s that you’re saying about -me?” suddenly asked Tamba. He came over to -the side of his cage nearest Tum Tum. “I -heard you talking about me,” went on the tame -tiger, who was beautifully striped with yellow -and black. “I heard you, and I don’t like it!”</p> - -<p>“Well, then you shouldn’t be so cross,” said -Tum Tum. He was not at all afraid of Tamba, -as some of the smaller circus animals—such as -the monkeys and little Shetland ponies—were. -“You spoke very unkindly to Nero just now,”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_9"></a>[9]</span> -went on Tum Tum. “And, really, if his tail did -slip in between the bars of your cage, that didn’t -hurt anything, did it?”</p> - -<p>Tamba, the tame tiger, sort of hung his head. -He was a bit ashamed of himself, as he had good -reason to be.</p> - -<p>“We ought to be kind to one another—we circus -animals,” went on Tum Tum. “Here we -are, a good way from our jungle homes, most of -us. And though we like it here in the circus, -still we can’t help but think, sometimes, of how -we used to run about as we pleased in the woods -and the fields. So we ought to be nice to each -other here.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, that’s right,” agreed Tamba. “I’m -sorry I was cross to you, Nero. You can put -your tail in my cage as much as you want.”</p> - -<p>“I don’t want to!” growled the big lion. “My -own cage is plenty good enough for me, thank -you. I can switch my tail around in my own -cage as much as I please.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, don’t talk that way,” said Tum Tum. -“Now that Tamba has said he is sorry, Nero, -you ought to be nice, too.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” went on Tamba. “Come on, Nero. -Put your tail in my cage. I won’t scratch it or -step on it. I’m sorry I was cross. But really I -am so homesick for my jungle, and my foot hurts -me so, that I don’t know what I’m saying.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_10"></a>[10]</span></p> - -<p>“Your foot hurts you!” exclaimed the big lion -in surprise. “Why, I didn’t know that. I’m -sorry! Did some one shoot you in your paw as -I was once shot in the jungle? I didn’t hear any -gun go off, except the make-believe ones the -funny clown shoots.”</p> - -<p>“No, I am not shot in my foot,” answered -Tamba. “But I ran a big sliver from the bottom -of my cage in it, and it hurts like anything! -I can hardly step on it.”</p> - -<p>“Poor Tamba! No wonder you’re cross!” -said the lion, in a purring sort of voice, for lions -and tigers can purr just as your cat can, only -much more loudly, of course. “How did you -get the sliver in your paw?” Nero went on.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I was jumping about in my cage, doing -some of the new tricks my trainer is teaching me, -and I jumped on the sharp piece of wood. I -didn’t see the splinter sticking up, and now my -paw is very sore,” replied Tamba.</p> - -<p>“Well, lick it well with your red tongue,” advised -Nero. “That’s what I did when the -hunter man in my jungle shot the bullet into my -paw. Perhaps your foot will get better soon.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I suppose it will,” admitted Tamba. -“But then I want to go back to the jungle to live, -and I can’t. I don’t like it in the circus any -more. I want to go to the jungle.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t believe you’ll ever get there,”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_11"></a>[11]</span> -said Nero. “Here you are in the circus, and -here you must stay.”</p> - -<p>It was just after the afternoon performance in -the circus tent, and the animals were resting or -eating until it should be time for the evening -entertainment. It was while they were waiting -that Nero’s tail had slipped into Tamba’s cage -and Tamba had become cross.</p> - -<p>But now the striped tiger was sorry he had -acted so. He curled up in the corner of his cage -and began to lick his sore paw, as Nero had told -him to do. That is the only way animals have -of doctoring themselves—that and letting water -run on the sore place. And there was no running -water in Tamba’s cage just then.</p> - -<p>“So our tame tiger wants to go back to his jungle, -does he?” asked Tum Tum of Nero, when -they saw that the striped animal had quieted -down.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I guess he is getting homesick,” said -Nero in a low voice, so Tamba would not hear -him. “But his jungle is far, far away.”</p> - -<p>“Did Tamba live in the same jungle with you, -Nero?” asked one of the monkeys who were -jumping about in their cage.</p> - -<p>“Oh, no,” answered the big lion. “I came -from Africa, and there are no tigers there. -Tamba came from India. I’ve never been -there, but I think the Indian jungle is almost as<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_12"></a>[12]</span> -far away as mine is in Africa. Tamba will -never get there. He had much better stay in the -circus and be as happy as he can.”</p> - -<p>But Tamba did not think so, and, as he curled -up in his cage, he looked at the iron bars and -wondered if they would ever break so he could -get out and run away.</p> - -<p>“For that’s what I’m going to do if ever I get -the chance!” thought Tamba. “I’m going to -run back to my jungle!”</p> - -<p>As he licked his sore paw, Tamba thought of -his happy home in the Indian jungle. He had -lived in a big stone cave, well hidden by trees, -bushes and tangled vines. In the same cave -were his father and mother and his brother and -sister tigers. Tamba had been caught in a trap -when a small tiger, and brought away from India -in a ship. Then he had been put in a circus, -where he had lived ever since.</p> - -<p>Just before the time for the evening show some -of the animal men, or trainers, came into the tent -where the cages of Tamba, Nero and the other -jungle beasts were standing.</p> - -<p>“Something is the matter with Tamba,” said -one of the keepers.</p> - -<p>“What do you mean?” asked the man who -took care of Nero. “Did Tamba try to bite you -or scratch you?”</p> - -<p>“No; but he isn’t acting right. He doesn’t do<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_13"></a>[13]</span> -his tricks as well as he used to. I think something -is the matter with one of his paws. I’m -going to have a look to-morrow.”</p> - -<p>Of course Tamba did not understand what the -circus men were saying. He knew a little man-talk, -such as: “Get up on your stool!” “Stand -on your hind legs!” “Jump through the hoop!”</p> - -<p>These were the things Tamba’s trainer said to -him when he wanted the tame tiger to do his -tricks. But, though Tamba did not know what -the men were saying, he guessed that they were -talking about him, for they stood in front of his -cage and looked at him. One of the men—the -one who put Tamba through his circus tricks—put -out his hand and touched, gently enough, the -sore paw of Tamba. The tiger sprang up and -growled fiercely, though he did not try to claw -his kind trainer.</p> - -<p>“There! See what I told you!” said the man. -“That paw is sore, and that’s what makes Tamba -so cross. I’ll have to get the doctor to look at -him.”</p> - -<p>Tamba did not do his tricks at all well that -evening in the circus tent, and no wonder. -Every time he jumped on his sore paw, the one -with the splinter in it, he felt a great pain. And -when the time came for him to leap through a -paper hoop, as some of the clowns leap when -they are riding around the circus rings on the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_14"></a>[14]</span> -backs of horses, why, Tamba just wouldn’t do it! -He turned away and curled up in the corner of -his cage.</p> - -<p>“Oh, how I wish I were back in my Indian -jungle!” thought poor, sick, lonesome Tamba.</p> - -<p>“Well, there’s no use trying to make that tiger -do tricks to-night,” said the man who went in the -cage with Tamba. “Something is wrong. I -will look at his foot.”</p> - -<p>And that night, after the show was over, the -animal doctor came to the tiger’s cage. They -tied Tamba with ropes, so he could not scratch -or bite, and they pulled his paw—the sore one—outside -the bars.</p> - -<p>And then Tamba had an unhappy time. For -suddenly he felt a very sharp pain in his paw. -That was when the doctor cut out the splinter -with a knife. Tamba howled and growled and -whined. The pain was very bad, but pretty soon -the men, who were as kind to him as they could -be, put some salve on the sore place, took off the -ropes and let Tamba curl up in the corner of his -cage again.</p> - -<p>“Oh, how my foot hurts!” thought Tamba. -“It is worse than before! I don’t like this circus -at all! I’m going to break out and run away -the first chance I get! I’m going back to my -jungle!”</p> - -<p>Tamba did not know that now his paw would<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_15"></a>[15]</span> -get well, since the splinter had been taken out.</p> - -<p>Night came. The circus began to move on -toward the next town, and Tamba was tossed -about in his cage. He could not sleep very -much. But in a few days his paw was much -better. During the time he was recovering he -did not have to do any tricks. All he had to do -was to stay in his cage and eat and sleep and let -the boys and girls, and the grown folk, too, look -at him when they came to the circus.</p> - -<p>But, all the while, Tamba was trying to think -of a way to get loose and run back to his Indian -jungle. And one night he thought he had his -chance.</p> - -<p>The circus was going along a country road, -from one town to another, and, as it was hot, the -wooden sides of the animal cages had been left -up, so Tamba, Nero and the other jungle beasts -could look out at the stars. They were the same -stars, some of them, that shone over the jungle.</p> - -<p>Suddenly there was a bright flash of light and -a loud noise.</p> - -<p>“We are going to have a thunder storm,” said -Nero, as he paced up and down in his moving -cage.</p> - -<p>“It will be cooler after it, anyhow,” said Dido, -the dancing bear. “It is very hot, now.”</p> - -<p>The lightning grew brighter and the thunder -louder as the circus went up and down hill to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_16"></a>[16]</span> -next town. Then, suddenly, it began to rain -very hard. The roads became muddy and slippery, -and the horses, pulling the heavy circus -wagons, had all they could do not to let them -slip.</p> - -<p>Suddenly there was a loud crash of thunder, -right in the midst of the circus it seemed. The -lions and the tigers roared and growled, and the -elephants trumpeted, while men shouted and -yelled. There was great excitement. What -had happened was that a big tree, at the side of -the road, had been struck by lightning. Some -of the circus horses were so frightened that they -started to run away, pulling the wild animal -cages after them.</p> - -<p>Tamba felt his cage rushing along very fast. -His horses, too, were running away. Then, all -at once, there was a great crash, and Tamba felt -his cage turning over. Next it was upside -down. The tiger was thrown on his back.</p> - -<p>“Ha! Now is my chance to get away!” -Tamba thought. “My cage will break open -and I can get out! Now I can go back to my -jungle!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_17"></a>[17]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_II">CHAPTER II<br /> -<small>TAMBA’S FUNNY TRICK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Bang! Crack! Crash! went the thunder, -and the cage of Tamba, the tame -tiger, as it slid along the slippery, muddy -road, and struck a tree, made much the same -noise, only not so loud.</p> - -<p>Tamba himself, inside the iron-barred cage, -was feeling much better than when he had had -the sliver in his paw. His foot was almost well -now, and he could step on it, though he limped a -little.</p> - -<p>“When my cage goes to smash I’ll slip out and -run away,” thought Tamba. “I’m going to have -lots of fun when I get back to my jungle.”</p> - -<p>Over and over rolled the cage, for the horses -had broken loose from it and were running away. -Many other of the circus animal cages were being -broken in the storm.</p> - -<p>Tamba’s cage struck one tree, bounced away -from that and hit another. Then it came to a -stop, and Tamba, who had been rolling about inside, -being sometimes on his head and sometimes -on his feet, and again turning somersaults—Tamba, -at last, found himself quiet.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_18"></a>[18]</span></p> - -<p>“Now is my chance to get away!” thought the -tame tiger, who wanted to be wild again and live -in a jungle. “Now I’ll get out of my cage!”</p> - -<p>He surely thought the big wagon with the iron -bars on two sides—the cage in which he traveled—had -been broken so he could get out. But -when he tried, he found that this was not so. -The tiger’s cage was broken a bit, here and there, -but it was so strong that it had held together, and -when Tamba tried to force his way out he could -not. He was still a circus tiger, much as he -wanted to go to the jungle.</p> - -<p>“Oh, this is too bad!” growled Tamba to himself, -as he tried to break out, first through one -side of the cage and then the other. “This is too -bad! I thought, when the storm wrecked the -circus, that I could get loose. Now I’ll have to -wait for another time.”</p> - -<p>But if Tamba had not got out of his cage when -the great storm came, some of the circus animals -had. Nero, the circus lion, got loose, and he -had many adventures before he was caught again, -as I have told you in the book before this one. -But Tamba had to stay in his cage.</p> - -<p>After a while, when the worst of the storm had -passed, the circus men began going about, getting -back on the road some of the cages, like that -of Tamba, that had rolled downhill.</p> - -<p>“Tamba’s all right,” said a trainer, as he saw<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_19"></a>[19]</span> -the tame tiger. “He didn’t get loose, I’m glad -to say. I want to teach him some new, funny -tricks, now that his paw is well again.”</p> - -<p>“No, Tamba didn’t get away,” remarked another -man; “but Nero, the big lion, did. We’ll -have to go out to hunt him.”</p> - -<p>When morning came, and the circus was once -more in order—except for the broken cages and -the animals that had gotten away—Tamba felt, -more than ever, that he would like to be back in -his jungle.</p> - -<p>“So Nero got away, did he?” thought the tame -tiger, as he saw the lion’s broken cage, and noticed -that Nero was no longer in it. “Well, I -wish I were with him. Now he can go back to -his jungle.”</p> - -<p>But Nero did not do that, as those of you know -who have read the book about him. I’ll just -say, right here, that Nero had many adventures, -but, as this book is about Tamba, I must tell -about him, and the adventures the tame tiger -had.</p> - -<p>A few days after this, when the circus was -traveling on again, though without Nero, who -had not been caught, it came to a large city, -where it was to stay nearly a week to give shows.</p> - -<p>“And now will be a good chance for me to -teach Tamba some new and funny tricks,” said -the animal man who had charge of the tiger. “I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_20"></a>[20]</span> -want him to make the people laugh when they -come to the circus. The boys and girls will like -to see Tamba do some funny tricks.”</p> - -<p>And the next day, his paw being again well, -Tamba began to learn something new. When -his trainer entered the cage, Tamba, much as he -wanted to run away to the jungle, was glad to see -the man. For the man was kind to the tiger, and -patted him on the head, and gave him nice bits -of meat to eat.</p> - -<p>“Now, Tamba,” said the trainer, speaking in -a kind voice, “you are going to learn something -new. Sit up!” he cried, and he held a little stick -in front of Tamba.</p> - -<p>The tiger knew what this meant, as he had -learned the trick some time before. When the -trainer spoke that way he meant that Tamba was -to sit up, just as your dog may do when you tell -him to “beg.”</p> - -<p>“That’s very good,” said the man, when -Tamba had done as he was told. “Now that is -the first part of a new trick. Next I am going -to put a little cracker on your nose. It isn’t -really a cracker, it is a dog biscuit, and it has -some meat in it. As you like meat I think you’ll -like the dog biscuit.”</p> - -<p>As the man spoke he took from his pocket one -of the square cakes called dog biscuit. I dare -say you have often given them to your dog.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_21"></a>[21]</span> -The animal trainer broke off a bit of this biscuit -and put it on Tamba’s nose. Tamba could smell -that it was good to eat, and he quickly shook his -head a little, jiggled the piece of biscuit to the -floor of his cage, and the next minute the piece -of biscuit was gone. Tamba had eaten it.</p> - -<p>“Well, that’s what I want you to do,” said the -man with a laugh, “but not just that way. This -is to be one of your new, funny tricks, but you -didn’t do it just right. I want you to hold the -piece of biscuit on your nose until I call ‘Toss!’ -Then I want you to flip it into the air and catch -the piece of biscuit in your mouth. Now we’ll -try it again.”</p> - -<p>Tamba did the same thing he had done the -first time, but the man was kind and patient, and, -after many trials, Tamba at last understood what -was wanted of him. He must hold the bit of -dog biscuit on his nose until the man said he -could eat it.</p> - -<p>Then the tiger was to give his head a little jerk. -This would snap the bit of biscuit into the air, -and, if Tamba opened his mouth at the right -time, the biscuit would fall into it. That would -be the funny trick.</p> - -<p>And, as I say, Tamba learned, after a while, -how to do it just right. But it took nearly a -week. At the end of that time his trainer could -put a bit of dog biscuit on the tiger’s black nose.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_22"></a>[22]</span> -Then Tamba would sit up on his hind legs, very -still and straight, looking at his master.</p> - -<p>“Now!” the man would suddenly call, and -Tamba would jerk his head, up the piece of biscuit -would fly, <a href="#i_p023">and into his mouth it would go</a>.</p> - -<p>“That’s fine!” cried the man, after the second -week, during which time Tamba had practiced -very hard. “Now we are ready to do the new -trick in the tent for the boys and girls.”</p> - -<p>And when the trick was done the boys and -girls laughed very much and clapped their -hands. They liked to see Tamba do his tricks. -Nor was this the only new one he learned. His -master taught him several others.</p> - -<p>Tamba would lie down and roll over when he -was told; he would walk around on his hind legs, -wearing a funny pointed cap; and he would turn -a somersault, just as he had done the night his -cage rolled downhill in the storm. All these -tricks were much enjoyed by the boys and girls -and by the men and women who came to the circus. -Tamba was a very smart tiger. But, for -all that, he never gave up the idea of running -away when he got the chance, and going back to -his jungle.</p> - -<p>All this while Nero, the circus lion, had not -returned. He had been away since the night of -the storm, and Tum Tum, and his other friends, -missed Nero.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_23"></a>[23]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p023"> - <img src="images/i_p023.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_22">And into his mouth it would go.</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_24"></a>[24-<br />25]</span></p> - -<p>“But he is having a much better time than we -are, just the same,” said Tamba, as he paced back -and forth in his cage. “He is on the way back -to the jungle!”</p> - -<p>If he could have seen Nero just then he never -would have said that. For the circus lion was -in the kitchen of a country farmhouse watching -a tramp eat ham, and—but there! This book is -about Tamba, not about Nero, though I have to -mention the lion once in a while.</p> - -<p>About a week after Tamba had learned to do -several new and funny tricks, there was a sudden -noise at the entrance of the circus animal tent. -It was after the afternoon show had ended, and -not yet time for the evening performance.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter, Tum Tum?” asked -Tamba, who could not see very well from his -cage. “What has happened? Have some more -of our animals gotten away?”</p> - -<p>“I think not,” answered the big elephant, who -could see the tent entrance. “I think they are -bringing in a new lion. Maybe he is to take the -place of Nero. We’ll soon know. Here they -come with him.”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_26"></a>[26]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_III">CHAPTER III<br /> -<small>TAMBA PLAYS A JOKE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Just as Tum Tum had said, a lion’s cage was -being wheeled into the circus animal tent, -and in the cage was a big, tawny, yellow -animal, which Tamba knew, at once, was a lion.</p> - -<p>But, to the surprise of the tame tiger and his -friends, it was not a new lion at all, but Nero -himself. There he was, looking almost the same -as when he had disappeared the night of the big -storm, the night when Tamba thought he could -get away.</p> - -<p>“Why, Nero!” exclaimed the tiger, as his -friend’s new cage was wheeled in, “where in the -world have you been?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, almost everywhere, I guess,” answered -Nero. “I’ve had a lot of adventures!”</p> - -<p>“Ha! Then you’ll be put in a book,” said -Tum Tum quickly. And, as those of you who -have read the volume which comes just before -this one know, Nero was put in a book.</p> - -<p>“Yes, I had adventures enough for a book,” -went on the big lion, who had been caught by -some circus men in a farmer’s woodshed and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_27"></a>[27]</span> -brought back to the show. “I had a pretty good -time, too, while I was away, though I didn’t get -as much to eat as we do here in the circus. I -guess I’m glad to be back, my friends!” and he -curled up in his cage and got ready to go to -sleep.</p> - -<p>“Ho! Glad to get back, are you?” asked -Tamba. “Well, I won’t say that if I get a -chance to run away! I’ll stay, when I go!”</p> - -<p>“That’s what you think now,” said Nero. -“But really it isn’t as much fun as you’d think—running -away isn’t.”</p> - -<p>“Couldn’t you find your jungle?” asked -Tamba.</p> - -<p>“No,” answered Nero, “I couldn’t.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ll find mine,” declared Tamba. -“That’s why I want to run away—so I can get -back to my jungle. And I’m going to do it, -too!”</p> - -<p>Of course all this talk went on in animal language, -and none of the circus helpers or the -trainers could understand it. If they could, -they might have guarded Tamba more closely.</p> - -<p>“Well, please don’t bother me now,” said -Nero, as he curled his paws under his chin, just -as your cat sometimes does when she goes to -sleep. “I am going to have a nap after all my -adventures and travels.”</p> - -<p>“All right, go to sleep,” said Tum Tum. “We<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_28"></a>[28]</span> -won’t bother you, Nero. Only, some day, I hope -you’ll tell us more of your adventures.”</p> - -<p>“I will,” promised Nero.</p> - -<p>Tamba, the tame tiger, paced up and down in -his cage after Nero had gone to sleep.</p> - -<p>“I wish I had had his chances!” thought -Tamba, as he looked over toward the sleeping -Nero. “I wouldn’t have let them catch me! -I’d have run on and on until I found my jungle, -no matter how far away it was.”</p> - -<p>And then Tamba began to think of the life in -India and of the days when he, a little tiger cub, -was hiding in the deep, dark, green jungle. He -thought of how he had tumbled about in the -leaves, playing with his brother and sister, and of -his mother sitting in the mouth, or front door, -of the cave and watching her striped babies.</p> - -<p>They had learned how to walk, and how to -jump and stick out their claws whenever they -wanted to catch anything. Their father and -mother had taught the little tiger cubs how to -hunt in the jungle for the meat they had to eat. -They could not go to the store and buy something -when they were hungry. Tigers, and other wild -animals, must hunt for what they eat.</p> - -<p>Of course, after he had been caught and sent -to the circus, Tamba no longer had to hunt for -his food. It was brought to him by the circus -men, and thrust into his cage. Nor did he have<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_29"></a>[29]</span> -to hunt for water, the way the jungle animals -have to go sniffing and snuffing about in the forest -to find a pool or a spring. Tamba’s water -was brought to his cage in a tin pail, and very -glad he was to get it.</p> - -<p>“But, for all that,” thought the tame tiger, as -he paced up and down, “for all that I’d rather be -loose and on my way back to the jungle instead -of being cooped up here. Much as I like the -things they give me to eat, I want to go home. -And I’m going to get loose, too, and run away as -Nero did. Only I won’t come back!”</p> - -<p>The more Tamba thought of the green jungle, -so far away in India, the more sad, unhappy and -discontented the tame tiger became. He did not -do his tricks as well as he used to do, and he was -often cross in speaking to the other circus animals. -Sometimes he wouldn’t speak at all, but -only growl, or maybe grumble deep down in his -throat, and that isn’t talking at all.</p> - -<p>“I declare! I don’t know what’s the matter -with Tamba,” said Tum Tum one day. “He -doesn’t seem at all happy any more. Dido, do -some of your funny dances and see if you can’t -cheer up Tamba!”</p> - -<p>So the dancing bear did some of his tricks, -capering about in his cage, but Tamba would -hardly look at him. Some boys, though, who -had come to the circus, gathered in front of the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_30"></a>[30]</span> -bear’s cage and laughed and laughed at his funny -antics. They liked Dido. The boys liked to -look at Tamba, also, but they were a little afraid -of the big, striped tiger.</p> - -<p>One day, when the afternoon performance was -over, and Tamba, Nero and the other animals -who had done their tricks in the big tent were -brought back to the smaller one, where they were -kept between the times of the shows, Nero said:</p> - -<p>“Now I am going to lie down and sleep, and -please don’t any one wake me up. I’m tired, -for I did a new trick to-day, and it was very hard, -and I want to rest so I can do better in the show -to-night. So everybody let me alone.”</p> - -<p>“We will,” said Tum Tum, the jolly elephant.</p> - -<p>Now the lion is called the “King of Beasts,” -and in the jungle he comes pretty near to being -that, for all the other animals, except perhaps the -elephant, are afraid of him.</p> - -<p>So when a lion says he wants a thing done, it -generally is done. Of course Nero could not -have got out of his circus cage to make the other -animals do what he wanted them to do, but most -of them made up their minds that they wouldn’t -bother him, even though they knew he couldn’t -hurt them. Nero was still “King” in a way.</p> - -<p>But that day Tamba was cross. Or perhaps I -might say he felt as though he wanted to “cut -up.” He wanted to play some tricks, make<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_31"></a>[31]</span> -some excitement. He wanted to do something!</p> - -<p>I dare say you have seen your dog or cat act -the same way. For days at a time they may be -very quiet, eating and sleeping and doing only -the things they do every day. And then, all at -once, they will begin to race about and “cut up.” -Your dog may run away with your cap, and, no -matter how many times you call him, he’ll just -caper about and bark, or perhaps pretend to -come near you and then run off again. And -your cat may dig her claws into the carpet, jump -up on the window sill and knock down a plant -or a flower vase, and do all sorts of things like -that.</p> - -<p>Well, this is just the way Tamba felt that day. -He wanted to do something, and when he saw -Nero sleeping so quietly in his cage the tame -tiger made up his mind to play a trick on the -lion.</p> - -<p>“It isn’t fair that he should sleep so nicely -when I have to stay awake!” grumbled Tamba. -“He can dream of the good times he had when -he ran away and had adventures, and all I can -think of is how much I want to go back to my -jungle! It isn’t fair! I’m going to make Nero -wake up! I’ll play a trick on him!”</p> - -<p>Of course this wasn’t right for Tamba to do, -but circus tigers don’t always do right any more -than boys, girls, or other animals.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_32"></a>[32]</span></p> - -<p>Tamba’s cage was next to that of Nero, and -close beside it, instead of being at one end. The -cages were left that way when they were brought -in from the larger performing tent, after the animals -had done their tricks. So it happened that -Tamba could look out through the bars of his -cage in between the bars where Nero was kept. -And Tamba could stick his paws out through the -bars, but he could not quite reach over to the -sleeping lion.</p> - -<p>“If I could reach him,” said Tamba to himself, -“I’d tickle him and wake him up. I -wouldn’t let him sleep!”</p> - -<p>But Tamba’s paws were not quite long enough -to reach through the bars of the two cages. -Again and again the tiger tried it, but he could -not manage.</p> - -<p>Then Tamba sat down on his haunches and -looked at the sleeping Nero. At last a tricky -idea came to Tamba.</p> - -<p>“Ha!” exclaimed the tiger. “If I can’t reach -him with my paws I can reach him with my tail! -That’s what I’ll do! I’ll reach in between the -bars with my long, slender tail, and I’ll tickle -Nero on the nose!”</p> - -<p>Tamba sort of laughed to himself as he -thought of this trick. And he had no sooner -thought of it than he began to try it. He turned -about, so his back was toward Nero. Standing<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_33"></a>[33]</span> -thus, Tamba’s long, slender tail easily reached -into Nero’s cage. Nearer and nearer the tip of -Tamba’s tail came to the big black nose of the -sleeping lion.</p> - -<p>Tamba looked sideways over his back to see -where to put his tail. At last the fuzzy tip-end -of it touched Nero’s nose and tickled it. The -big lion twitched in his sleep, just as your cat -does, if you lightly touch one of her ears.</p> - -<p>“Ha! I’ve found a good way to play a trick -on Nero!” laughed Tamba. “I’ll keep on tickling -him!”</p> - -<p>He waved his tail to and fro, Tamba did, and -once again he let the tip of it touch Nero’s nose. -The sleeping lion raised his paw, and brushed it -over his face. He must have thought some bug -was crawling on his nose.</p> - -<p>“Oh, this is lots of fun!” thought Tamba. So -it was, for him. But was it fun for Nero?</p> - -<p>“Now for a good tickle!” thought Tamba, as, -once again, he put his tail over toward the sleeping -lion’s nose. And this time something was -going to happen.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_34"></a>[34]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IV">CHAPTER IV<br /> -<small>TAMBA IN A WRECK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Down on the black nose of the sleeping -lion went the soft, fuzzy tip of Tamba’s -tail. And Tamba tickled Nero so hard -that the lion gave a big sneeze and awakened -with a jump.</p> - -<p>Then Nero threw himself against the bars of -his cage until they shook where they were fastened -into the wood, and the lion roared in his -loudest voice:</p> - -<p>“Where’s that fly? Where’s the tickling fly -that wouldn’t let me sleep? If I catch that fly -I’ll tickle him!” and Nero roared so loudly that -the ground seemed to tremble, as it always does -near a lion when he roars. I have often felt it -in the zoölogical park where I sometimes go to -look at the lions and the tigers.</p> - -<p>“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?” roared -Nero. For you see he thought the tickling tip -of Tamba’s tail was a fly on his nose.</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter here? What’s the trouble?” -cried one of the circus men, as he ran into -the animal tent, having heard Nero roar.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_35"></a>[35]</span></p> - -<p>“Are some of the lions or tigers trying to get -loose?” asked another man.</p> - -<p>“No, it seems to be Nero,” replied the first. -“What’s the matter, old boy?” he asked, as he -saw how angry Nero was. For the lion was -lashing his tail from side to side and roaring:</p> - -<p>“Where’s that fly? Where’s that fly?”</p> - -<p>Of course the circus men didn’t know exactly -what Nero was saying, but they could tell he was -angry, and they were afraid, if he bounded -against the bars of his cage much more, he might -break some.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see what makes Nero act that way,” -said the man who had charge of the lion, and -who had taught him to do tricks. “Once before -he acted like this, but it was when a bee stung -him on the nose.”</p> - -<p>“Maybe that is what happened this time,” said -the second man.</p> - -<p>“I don’t see any bees flying around,” went on -the lion’s keeper. Just then Tamba, seeing that -he had awakened Nero, and had played all the -tricks he wanted to, pulled his tail out from between -the bars of the lion’s cage. And, just as -he did so, the keeper saw him.</p> - -<p>“Oh, ho! I know what the matter was,” the -man said. “The tiger tickled the lion. Tamba -tickled Nero with his tail through the bars of the -cage. That’s what made Nero angry. Tamba,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_36"></a>[36]</span> -you’re a bad, mischievous tiger!” and he shook -his finger at the striped animal. Tamba walked -over to the corner of his cage and curled up.</p> - -<p>“Well, I had some fun, anyhow!” he thought. -“I waked Nero up all right!”</p> - -<p>And so he had. And now Nero knew what -had happened, for Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, -had seen it all, and Tum Tum said:</p> - -<p>“It wasn’t a fly on the end of your nose, Nero; -it was the fuzzy tip of Tamba’s tail. I saw him -tickle you!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, you did, did you?” cried Nero, and this -time he did not roar. “Why did you tickle me, -Tamba?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I didn’t like to see you sleeping so nicely -when I couldn’t sleep, because I’m thinking so -much of the jungle,” answered the tiger. “Besides, -it was only a joke. I wanted to see if I -could make you think my tail was a fly on your -nose. I did.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, you surely did,” admitted Nero. “I felt -the tickle, even in my sleep. But if it was only a -joke, Tamba, I won’t be angry. I like a joke as -well as any one,” and Nero laughed in his lionish -way. “But, after this, I’m going to sleep in -the far corner of my cage, where your tail won’t -reach me. A joke is all right, but sleep is better. -Now it will be my turn to play a joke on you, -Tamba.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_37"></a>[37]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Dido, the dancing bear, “you want -to look out for yourself, Tamba. A joke is a -joke on both sides.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, well, I don’t care,” said Tamba, but he -was not as jolly about it as he might have been.</p> - -<p>The circus men saw that something was wrong -between Tamba and Nero, so they moved the -cages farther apart, and then Nero and Tamba -could not have reached each other if their tails -had been twice as long. And then Nero went to -sleep, and so did Tamba, waiting for the evening -show to start. And as Tamba slept he dreamed -of the Indian jungle, and wished he could go -back there.</p> - -<p>And soon something wonderful was going to -happen to him.</p> - -<p>That night in the big tent, which was bright -with electric lights, Tamba did his tricks—catching -a piece of dog biscuit off his nose, leaping -through a paper hoop, and walking around on -his hind legs. Nero also did his tricks, one of -which was sitting up like a begging dog on a -sort of stool like an overturned wash tub.</p> - -<p>And Dido, the dancing bear, did his funny -tricks on the wooden platform, which was -strapped on the back of Tum Tum, the jolly elephant. -So the boys and the girls, and the big -folks, too, who went to the circus had lots of fun -watching the animals.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_38"></a>[38]</span></p> - -<p>But, all the while, Nero was watching for a -chance to play a trick on Tamba. And at last -he found a way. It was three or four days after -Tamba had tickled Nero with the tail tip, and -the circus had traveled on a railroad to a far-distant -town.</p> - -<p>In the animal tent the lions, tigers, elephants, -monkeys and ponies had been given their dinners -and were being watered. Tamba was taking -a long drink from his tin of water, and wishing -it could be turned into a jungle spring, when, -all of a sudden:</p> - -<p>Splash!</p> - -<p>A lot of water spurted up into his face, and -some, getting into his nose, made him sneeze. -Then he looked and saw that a bone, off which -all the meat had been gnawed, had come in -through the bars of his cage and had fallen into -his water-pan. It was the falling of the dry -bone into the water that had made it splash -up.</p> - -<p>“Who did that? Who threw that bone at -me?” growled Tamba. “Who made it splash -water all over me?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I guess I did that,” said Nero with a -loud, rumbling lionish laugh. “I wanted to see -if I could toss it from my cage into yours, -Tamba, and I did. So the water splashed on -you, did it?”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_39"></a>[39]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes, it did! You know it did!” growled -Tamba. “It made me sneeze, too!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, did it?” asked Nero. “Well, that was -just a little joke of mine, my tiger friend. I -wanted to see if I could tickle your nose the way -you tickled mine with your tail. It was only a -joke, splashing water on your nose. Only a -joke! Ha! Ha! Ha!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, it was only a joke!” said Tum Tum and -all the other animals. “Only a joke, Tamba! -Ha! Ha! Ha!”</p> - -<p>Of course the striped tiger had to laugh, too, -for really he had not been hurt, and he must -expect to have a joke played on him after he -had played one on Nero.</p> - -<p>“Well, I’ll gnaw this bone after I take a -drink,” said Tamba, as he dried his nose on his -paw. “Much obliged to you for tossing it into -my cage, Nero.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, you’re very welcome, I’m sure!” laughed -the lion. “Oh, you did jump and sneeze in such -a funny way, Tamba, when the water went up -your nose!” and Nero laughed again, as he -thought of it.</p> - -<p>And “Ha! Ha! Ha!” echoed Tum Tum.</p> - -<p>And so life went on for the circus animals, -something a little different happening every day. -Now and then Tamba played other tricks, and so -did Nero, and the first crossness of Tamba<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_40"></a>[40]</span> -seemed to wear off. He was still as anxious as -ever to go to the jungle, but he did not see how -he could get out of his cage. He watched carefully, -every day, hoping that some time the man -who came in to make him do his tricks would -forget to fasten the door when he went out.</p> - -<p>“If he only left it open once,” thought Tamba, -“I could slip out and run away. Then I’d go -back to the jungle.”</p> - -<p>But the trainer never left the door open. Besides, -it closed with a spring as soon as the man -slipped out, and, quick as he was, Tamba could -not have slipped out. However, he kept on the -watch, always hoping that some day his chance -would come.</p> - -<p>And it did. I’ll tell you all about it pretty -soon.</p> - -<p>Sometimes, as I have told you, the circus went -from town to town by the way of country roads, -the horses pulling the big wagons with the tents -on them and also the wagons in which the wild -beasts were kept. It took eight or ten horses to -pull some of the heavy wagons uphill.</p> - -<p>At other times the wagons would all be put -on big railroad cars, and an engine would haul -them over the shiny rails. This was when it was -too far, from one town to the next, for the horses -to pull the wagons, or for the elephants and camels -to walk. For when the circus traveled by<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_41"></a>[41]</span> -country road these big animals—the camels and -elephants—always walked.</p> - -<p>And one night after a stormy day the circus -wagons were loaded on the railroad cars for a -long journey to the next city in which the show -was to be given.</p> - -<p>“Well, you haven’t gone to your jungle yet, I -see, Tamba,” said Tum Tum to the tiger. The -big elephant was moving about, pushing the -heavy wagons to and fro.</p> - -<p>“No, I haven’t gone yet,” sadly said the beautifully -striped beast. “And, oh, how I wish I -could get loose!”</p> - -<p>On through the night rumbled the long train -of circus cars. There was no moon, and the -stars did not shine. The night was very dark -after the storm.</p> - -<p>Suddenly there were some loud whistles from -the train engine.</p> - -<p>Toot! Toot! Toot! it went, and that meant -there was danger. The engineer had seen danger -ahead, but not in time to stop his train. One -of the circus trains had run off the track and -could not go on. It had come to a halt, and -another train that was running not far behind -the first one crashed into it.</p> - -<p>There was a terrible noise, a clanging of iron -and a breaking of wood. The cars were -smashed, and so were some of the animal cages.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_42"></a>[42]</span></p> - -<p>“What is it? What’s the matter? roared -Nero.</p> - -<p>“We’re in a wreck!” trumpeted Tum Tum, -the elephant, who was not quite so jolly, now. -“The circus train is wrecked! I was in a wreck -once before. It’s very bad! I hope none of our -animal friends are hurt!”</p> - -<p>But some were, I am sorry to say, and so were -some of the circus men.</p> - -<p>Tamba, the tame tiger, felt his cage slide off -the flat car on which it had been fastened. The -car was smashed and tossed to one side. <a href="#i_p043">Off slid -the tiger’s cage</a>, and then it fell down the railroad -bank and into a ditch. Tamba’s cage broke -open, and the tiger was cut and bruised, but he -knew that he was free. He was no longer in the -cage.</p> - -<p>“At last I am out!” he cried. “Now I can run -away to my jungle! Now I am free!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_43"></a>[43]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p043"> - <img src="images/i_p043.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_42">Off slid the tiger cage.</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_44"></a>[44]</span></p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_45"></a>[45]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_V">CHAPTER V<br /> -<small>TAMBA IN A BARN</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">With the smashed circus cars, the -broken animal cages, with some of the -jungle beasts, including the elephants, -cut and bruised, with shoutings, growlings, roarings -and tootings going on, the scene at the circus -train wreck was a terrible one. It was no wonder -that Tamba, the tame tiger, wanted to run -away from it all and get to a quiet place. And -this he did.</p> - -<p>He crawled out of his cage, that had been -broken when it slipped off the smashed car, and -gave one last look at it in the darkness.</p> - -<p>“Good-by, old cage!” said Tamba, softly, as he -turned to run away. “I’ve been in you for the -last time. I’m never coming back to the circus!”</p> - -<p>Leaving the noise and confusion of the circus -wreck behind him, Tamba slunk off into the tall -grass that grew in the fields beside the railroad -track. The accident had happened at a lonely -place, and there were no houses near at hand.</p> - -<p>“Ha! This is a little like the jungle where I<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_46"></a>[46]</span> -used to live!” thought Tamba, as he slunk -through the tall grass. “I can hide here until I -see which way to go to get back home.”</p> - -<p>And Tamba was right. The grass grew long, -as it did in the jungle, but there were not so many -trees and tangled vines as in India. Only at -night it seemed a very quiet, restful place to the -tiger who had been so shaken up in the wreck.</p> - -<p>Tamba walked on and on through the darkness, -not really knowing, and not much caring, -which way he went. All he wanted to do was to -get away and hide, and the tall grass was just the -place for this.</p> - -<p>In a little while Tamba came to a place where -there was a small pool of water. It had leaked -from a pipe that filled the tank where the railroad -engines took their water. Tamba drank -some, and then, finding a place where the grass -was taller and thicker than any he had yet seen, -he made himself a sort of nest and curled up in -it.</p> - -<p>“I can sleep here, and Nero, that big lion, can’t -splash any water into my nose and make me -sneeze,” thought Tamba, as he snuggled up.</p> - -<p>At first he could not get to sleep. He had -been too much frightened by the train wreck, -though he was so far away now that he could not -hear the din, which still kept up. But at last -Tamba closed his eyes, and soon he was slumbering<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_47"></a>[47]</span> -as peacefully as your cat sleeps before the -fire.</p> - -<p>It was daylight when Tamba awakened, and, -for a moment, he did not remember where he -was. He stretched out first one big paw after -another and then he called:</p> - -<p>“Well, Tum Tum, what sort of day is it going -to be?”</p> - -<p>Tamba used to do this in the circus tent, for -the jolly elephant was so big that he could look -over the tops of the cages and tell whether or not -the sun was going to shine. Most animals -awaken before the sun comes up—just as it begins -to get daylight, in fact.</p> - -<p>But Tum Tum did not answer Tamba this -time. The jolly elephant was badly hurt in the -railroad accident, but of course the tiger did not -know this just yet. Tamba did know, however, -that he had made a mistake.</p> - -<p>“Oh, I forgot!” he said to himself. “Tum -Tum isn’t here! I’m not in the circus any more. -I’m free, and I can go to my jungle. I must -start at once!”</p> - -<p>Then Tamba arose, and stretched himself -some more. He liked to feel the damp earth -under his paws, and he liked the feeling of the -dry grasses as they rubbed against his sides.</p> - -<p>“Why, I feel hungry!” suddenly said the tiger. -“I wonder where I can get anything to eat in this,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_48"></a>[48]</span> -the beginning of the jungle.” You see, Tamba -still thought the jungle was close at hand, but, to -tell you the truth, it was far away, over the sea, -and Tamba could not get to it except in a ship.</p> - -<p>The more Tamba thought about it the hungrier -he became. He knew no men would come -to him now with chunks of meat, as they had -used to come in the circus.</p> - -<p>“I must hunt meat for myself, the same as I -did when I lived in the jungle with my father -and mother,” thought the tiger. “Well, I did -it once, and I can do it again. I wonder what -kind of meat I can find?”</p> - -<p>Tamba did not have to wonder very long, for -he soon saw some big muskrats, and he made a -meal off them.</p> - -<p>Then Tamba looked about him, and began to -think of what he would do to get to the deeper -part of the jungle—the part where the trees -grew. He wanted to be in the thick, dark -woods. All wild animals love the quiet darkness -when they are not after something to eat.</p> - -<p>But it was now broad daylight, and Tamba -knew he must be careful how he went about. -Men could easily see him during the day. He -remembered he had been told this in the jungle, -years before, by his father. But in the jungle -Tamba was not so easy to see as he was on this -railroad meadow. The yellow and black stripes<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_49"></a>[49]</span> -of a tiger’s skin are so like the patches of light -and shadow that fall through the tangle of vines -in a jungle, that often the hunters may be very -close to one of the wild beasts and yet not see it. -The tiger looks very much like the leaves and -sunshine, mingled.</p> - -<p>“But I guess if I slink along and keep well -down in the tall grass no one will see me,” -thought Tamba. “That’s what I’ll do! I’ll -keep hiding as long as I can until I get to my -jungle. Then I’ll be all right. I’ll be very -glad to see my father and mother again, and my -sister and brother. The circus animals were all -very nice, but still I like my own folks best.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba slunk along, going very softly -through the tall grass. If you had been near the -place you would probably have thought that it -was only the wind blowing the reeds, so little -noise did Tamba make. Tigers and such cat-like -animals know how to go very softly.</p> - -<p>All at once, as Tamba was slinking along, he -heard the sound of men’s voices talking. He -knew them at once, though of course he could -not tell what they were saying. Besides the -voices of the men, he heard queer clinking-clanking -sounds and the rattle of chains. -Tamba knew what the rattle of chains meant—it -meant that elephants were near at hand, for -the circus elephants wear clanking chains on<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_50"></a>[50]</span> -their legs, being made fast by them to stakes -driven into the ground.</p> - -<p>“Ha! I had better look out,” thought Tamba. -“Maybe those are the circus men after me.”</p> - -<p>The tame tiger was partly right and partly -wrong. The voices he heard were those of the -circus men, and the chains clanking were those -on the legs of elephants. The men were trying -to clear away what was left of the circus wreck. -Tamba had taken the wrong path, and had -walked right back to where he had started from.</p> - -<p>“This won’t do!” he said to himself. “I must -get farther away and hide!”</p> - -<p>He peered between the tall grasses and dimly -saw where the circus men were working along -the railroad tracks, lifting up some of the overturned -cars and cages. The elephants were -helping, for they were very strong.</p> - -<p>“I’ll notice which way the sun is shining, and -then I’ll know which way to go to keep away -from the circus men,” thought Tamba. Then -he turned straight about and ran off the other -way.</p> - -<p>On and on, over the big stretch of meadows -and lonely land near the railroad went the tiger -until he had placed many miles between himself -and the scene of the wreck. In all this time -Tamba did not see any men, or any living creatures -except some muskrats, many of which lived -in the swamp along the railroad. The muskrats<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_51"></a>[51]</span> -were not glad to see Tamba, for the tiger caught -a number of them for food, but it could not be -helped.</p> - -<p>No one saw Tamba sneaking along through -the grass. If any one had seen him they would -have hurried to tell the circus men, for a general -alarm had been sent out, telling that some of the -wild animals, including a big, striped tiger, had -got loose after the wreck.</p> - -<p>But no one saw Tamba, and he saw no one, at -least for a while. On and on he went until night -came again. Then he found another snug place -in among the dried grass where he curled up to -sleep.</p> - -<p>“My jungle is farther away than I thought it -was,” said Tamba to himself, as he awoke on the -second morning of his freedom. “I must run -along faster to get there more quickly.”</p> - -<p>After he had eaten and taken some water, he -started off once again, and then began a series -of very strange adventures for the tame tiger.</p> - -<p>Toward the close of the afternoon of the second -day of his freedom Tamba stepped out of -a little patch of woods, into which he had gone -from the meadow, and there, in the light of the -setting sun, the tiger saw a red, wooden building -which he seemed to know.</p> - -<p>“Why, there’s a barn!” said Tamba to himself. -“There’s a barn. I’ll go in there and stay for<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_52"></a>[52]</span> -the night. I wonder if there are any other animals -in it.”</p> - -<p>The reason Tamba knew this was a barn was -because, when he had first joined the circus, he -had been taken to a barn, and there was taught -some tricks. The circus folk and the animals -lived in a big barn instead of tents during the -winter. So when Tamba saw this building he -knew, at once, that it was a barn.</p> - -<p>Now it happened that this was a barn belonging -to a farmer, who also owned a house near by, -but which Tamba could not see on account of the -trees. So, making sure that no one was about, -Tamba walked toward the barn, and, one of the -doors being open, in walked the tiger.</p> - -<p>He looked all around, as best he could, for it -was not very light, and he sniffed and smelled the -smell of animals.</p> - -<p>“Maybe some of my friends are here,” thought -Tamba. “I’ll slink around and see.”</p> - -<p>So he walked softly and slinkingly to the middle -of the barn floor, and peered about, and, right -after that, a very strange thing happened.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_53"></a>[53]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VI">CHAPTER VI<br /> -<small>TAMBA MEETS TINKLE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">At first when he went into the barn through -the door which was open, Tamba, the -tame tiger, could not see very much. It -was the same as when you go into a dark moving-picture -theater from the bright sunshine outside.</p> - -<p>But, in a little while, Tamba’s eyes could see -better, and he noticed some piles of hay and straw -in the barn. That made him feel more at home.</p> - -<p>“This is just like the circus barn where I used -to be before we started out with the tents,” -thought Tamba to himself. “That is hay, which -Tum Tum and the other elephants used to eat. -I don’t like it myself. I like meat and milk. -But I don’t see any elephants here.”</p> - -<p>And for a very good reason, as you know. -Farmers don’t keep elephants and other circus -animals in their barns.</p> - -<p>So Tamba looked about in the barn, and he -sniffed and smelled with his black nose, hoping -to smell something good to eat. But though -there was an animal smell about the place (because -there were cows and horses in the lower<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_54"></a>[54]</span> -part of the barn) still Tamba did not want to eat -any of them.</p> - -<p>If he had been in the jungle he might have felt -like eating a cow, or, what is very much the same -thing, a water buffalo. But since he had been in -the circus he had been used to eating the same -kind of meat that you see in butcher shops. So, -though the tiger was quite hungry, and though -there were cows and hay in the farmer’s barn, -Tamba did not see much chance of getting a -meal.</p> - -<p>“I’ll starve before I’ll eat hay,” he said. “It’s -all right for elephants and horses and ponies, like -the Shetland ponies we had in the circus, but hay -is not good for tigers.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba walked farther into the barn, looking -about and sniffing about, and then, all at once, -he heard some one whistle. Tamba knew what -a whistle was, for often his own trainer or the -trainer of Nero would go about the circus tent -whistling. So, when Tamba, in the barn, heard -some one coming along whistling a merry tune -he at once thought to himself:</p> - -<p>“Oh, perhaps that is one of the circus men -coming to take me back to my cage in the tent! -Well, I’m not going! I’m going to go back to -my jungle, and not to the circus! I’ll just hide -where they can’t find me!”</p> - -<p>Now the big pile of hay in the barn seemed the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_55"></a>[55]</span> -best place in the world for Tamba to hide in, -and, as the whistling sounds came nearer and -nearer, the tiger crept softly across the barn floor, -and soon was snuggling down in the hay.</p> - -<p>“I remember once, when I lived in the jungle, -I hid in a pile of dry grass just like this hay,” -thought Tamba. “It was when I wanted to play -a trick on my brother Bitie. I jumped out at -him and scared him so he ran off with his tail between -his legs. Maybe I can jump out and scare -this circus man so he won’t want to take me -back.”</p> - -<p>You see Tamba thought surely it was a circus -man coming into the barn whistling. But it -wasn’t at all. It was the boy who worked on the -farm. His father had sent him to the barn to -gather the eggs which the chickens had laid, and -this boy, whose name was Tom, nearly always -went about his chores whistling.</p> - -<p>“I hope I get a lot of eggs to-day,” said Tom, -speaking aloud to himself, as he stopped whistling. -“Maybe I can get a whole basket full. -I’ll look in the hay for them. Hens like to lay -their eggs in the hay. It’s a good place for them -to hide.”</p> - -<p>Now, if that farmer boy had only known it, -there was something else hidden in the hay besides -hens’ eggs. There was Tamba, the tame -tiger. Tamba had worked himself down into a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_56"></a>[56]</span> -regular nest in the dried grass, and only his eyes -peered out. They were very bright and shining -eyes, and they watched every move of the farmer -boy.</p> - -<p>Tamba saw the basket which the boy carried -in his hand so he might put the eggs in it, and, -seeing this basket, the tame tiger thought to himself:</p> - -<p>“Well, if he expects to take me back to the circus -in that little basket he’s very much mistaken. -Why, it wouldn’t hold two of my paws!”</p> - -<p>And then Tamba took a second look, and he -saw that the boy was not one of the circus keepers, -as the tiger had at first supposed.</p> - -<p>“But he whistles just like one,” thought -Tamba. “I wonder what he wants.”</p> - -<p>So the boy, not knowing anything about the -tiger in the hay, walked right toward Tamba, -hoping to gather eggs.</p> - -<p>In another moment, just as the boy began poking -his hand down in the loose hay, hoping to -find a hen’s nest full of eggs there, Tamba made -up his mind it was time for him to do something.</p> - -<p>“I’ll give this fellow, whoever he is, a good -scare!” said Tamba to himself. “I’ll teach him -to come looking for me with a basket! Look -out now, you whistling chap!” said Tamba to -himself.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_57"></a>[57]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p057"> - <img src="images/i_p057.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_58">He dropped his basket.</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_58"></a>[58-<br />59]</span></p> - -<p>Then he gave a loud growl—one of his very -loudest—and he raised himself from his nest in -the hay, and stuck his head out.</p> - -<p>Now if you had gone hunting hens’ eggs in -your father’s barn, and had, all of a sudden, seen -a great, big, striped tiger jump out at you from -the hay, giving a loud growl, I believe you -would have done just what this boy did. And -what he did was this.</p> - -<p><a href="#i_p057">He dropped his basket</a>, gave one look at -Tamba in the hay, and then uttered such a yell -that his father and mother in the farmhouse, -quite a distance off, heard him. And then that -boy ran out of the barn as fast as he could run. -That’s what this boy did, and I think you would -have done the same.</p> - -<p>“Well, I guess he won’t come back right -away,” thought Tamba. “But there may be others -like him. If I stay here I may have to scare -a whole lot of them. I guess I’ll find a new hiding -place.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba came out from his nest in the hay -and began moving about in the barn, looking for -a new place in which to snuggle, and perhaps -find something to eat. And the first thing he -knew he stepped right into a hen’s nest of eggs. -Right down among the eggs Tamba put his -paw.</p> - -<p>Of course he broke some of the eggs, but he -took up his paw so quickly again that not many<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_60"></a>[60]</span> -of the shells were cracked. And, as his paw was -covered with the sticky whites and yellows of the -eggs, Tamba began licking it with his tongue to -make it clean.</p> - -<p>“Hum! These eggs taste as good as the ones -I used to get in the jungle,” said the tiger to himself. -“Guess I’ll eat them. I’m hungry, and -they’ll be almost as good as meat.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba carefully cracked the egg shells and -sucked out the whites and yellows. He ate a -whole dozen of eggs before he finished, and then -he felt better.</p> - -<p>“Now I’ll go and find a new place to hide,” -he said to himself.</p> - -<p>He found a stairway leading from the upper -part of the barn, where the hay was stored, to the -lower part, where were the stables of the cows -and horses. Down the stairs softly went Tamba, -and no sooner was he down there than he felt -right at home. For it smelled just like that part -of the circus where the horses were kept. And, -as a matter of fact, there were a number of horses -in the barn, and quite a few cows.</p> - -<p>At first the horses were afraid of the tiger, and -pulled at the straps which held them fast in their -stalls. But Tamba, speaking in animal talk, -said:</p> - -<p>“I am a tame tiger. I won’t hurt any of you. -I only want to hide here so the circus men won’t<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_61"></a>[61]</span> -find me. I am on my way back to the jungle. -I have run away from the circus.”</p> - -<p>When Tamba spoke thus kindly the horses -were no longer afraid. One of them said -Tamba might hide in a pile of straw near his -stall, and this the tiger was glad to do. He -stretched out, and got ready to go to sleep.</p> - -<p>Now I must tell you a little about the farmer -boy. When he saw the tiger rear up at him out -of the hay, and ran away, screaming with fear, -he did not know what to do. All he could yell -was:</p> - -<p>“The tiger! The tiger! A big striped tiger -is in our barn!”</p> - -<p>The boy’s father and mother heard him shouting -and yelling, and they ran out of the house to -see what the matter was. They saw that Tom -was very much frightened indeed.</p> - -<p>“What is it?” they asked.</p> - -<p>“Oh,” Tom answered, “I went to get some -eggs out of the hay, and I found a tiger there! -He had great big eyes, big teeth and a big -mouth!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, Tom! Really?” asked his mother.</p> - -<p>“Really and truly!” he answered. “You can -go and look for yourself!”</p> - -<p>“No, I don’t believe I want to,” said Tom’s -mother. “But do you really think he did see a -tiger?” she asked her husband.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_62"></a>[62]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t know,” he slowly answered. -“I read in the paper something about a circus -train having been wrecked, and maybe a tiger -or an elephant got loose and is roaming about.”</p> - -<p>“It’s a tiger—not an elephant—and he’s in our -barn,” said Tom. “Come and see, Dad! But -you’d better bring your gun!”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” agreed the farmer, “I think I had. -And I’ll call some of the men to help hunt the -tiger, too!”</p> - -<p>But, as it happened, by the time the farmer -had called some neighbors in to help him and -they had gotten their guns, Tamba had left the -upper part of the barn, where the hay was, and -had gone downstairs among the horses and cows. -And as the farmer and his friends did not know -this, and as none of the horses or cows called out -to tell the men, they didn’t know where Tamba -was.</p> - -<p>They looked in the hay, where the boy had -seen him, but Tamba was gone. The men even -found the place where Tamba had eaten the -eggs, but the jungle circus beast was not in -sight. He was well hidden downstairs in the -straw near the stall of the kind horse.</p> - -<p>So the men hunted in vain, and some of them -thought the tiger had gone back to the circus, -while others thought he had run off to the woods, -perhaps. At any rate, they did not find him in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_63"></a>[63]</span> -the barn, though he was there all the while they -were searching. A wild animal sometimes -knows better how to hide than you boys and girls -do when you are playing games.</p> - -<p>And now I must tell you something that happened -to Tamba, as he still hid in the lower part -of the barn. He was snugly curled up in the -straw when suddenly there was a patter of little -hoofs on the floor, and a small pony trotted into -his small stall, which was near that of the big -horse, next to which Tamba was hiding.</p> - -<p>“Well, friends, here I am back!” cried the little -pony. “I have been giving the boys and girls -a ride, and now I’ve come back to have something -to eat. Has anything happened while I -was out, hitched to the basket cart, giving rides -to the boys and girls? Has anything happened?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered the old horse, near whose -stall Tamba was hiding in the straw, “something -strange has happened. A big striped animal, -who calls himself a tiger, came into our barn.”</p> - -<p>“A tiger!” cried the little pony. “Why, I’d -like to see him. I know something about -tigers.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, do you?” asked Tamba himself, sticking -his head out of the straw, as he had stuck it out -of the hay at Tom. But the pony was not frightened. -“So you know something about tigers, do<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_64"></a>[64]</span> -you?” went on Tamba. “Well, what is your -name, if I may ask? Mine is Tamba.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, ho! I know that very well!” neighed -the pony. “You don’t know me, Tamba, but I -have often seen you in the circus. I am Tinkle, -the trick pony. I was in the circus a short time -myself, but there were so many of us little Shetland -ponies that I don’t suppose you remember -me. But there were only a few tigers in the -show, and I remember you very well. Didn’t -you used to jump through a paper hoop as one of -your tricks?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered Tamba, “I did. And, now -that you speak of it, I believe I remember you. -You used to pull, around the ring, a little cart -with a funny clown in it, didn’t you?”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I did. Well, Tamba, -I’m glad to see you again. But what brings you -so far from the circus, and why are you hiding -here?”</p> - -<p>“That,” said Tamba, “is a long story. I’ll tell -it to you!”</p> - -<p>But, all of a sudden, one of the cows at the far -end of the stable mooed out:</p> - -<p>“Quick, Tamba! Here comes the man to -milk us! Hide in the straw so he won’t see -you!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_65"></a>[65]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VII">CHAPTER VII<br /> -<small>TAMBA AND SQUINTY</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Tamba did not need to be told twice -what to do. As soon as he heard the -kind words of the cow the tame tiger -ran softly on his padded feet and snuggled down -again in the straw. And the man came in, -milked the cows, and went out with the foaming -pails without knowing anything about the circus -tiger hiding in the lower part of the barn. He -thought the tiger had gone away.</p> - -<p>“Now it’s all right—he’s gone and you may -come out,” said the cow to Tamba, and the tiger, -shaking the straw from his striped black and yellow -fur, walked out to talk some more to Tinkle, -the trick pony.</p> - -<p>“You were going to tell us how it was you left -the circus, Tamba,” said Tinkle. “Make a -good, long story of it. I like stories.”</p> - -<p>“I haven’t time to make it too long,” said -Tamba, “for I must be on my way. I want to -get back to my jungle. At first I thought the -long grass near the railroad was the place I -wanted. But I see it is not the jungle where I -used to live. So I must travel on a long way,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_66"></a>[66]</span> -and the sooner I start the quicker I’ll be there. -But I’ll tell you how I got loose from the circus.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba told Tinkle the story I have told -you—how the circus was wrecked in the railroad -accident, and how the cage burst open, letting -the tame tiger loose.</p> - -<p>“And now I’m here,” finished Tamba. “But -tell me, Tinkle, how did you come to leave the -circus?”</p> - -<p>“Well, I had many adventures,” said the trick -pony. “I used to live on a stockfarm, something -like this, only there were more horses on it. I -was taken away to live with a nice boy, who -taught me many tricks, and then a bad man, with -a big moving wagon, came along one day and -stole me away. He sold me to the circus, and it -was there I saw you, Tamba. I know Tum -Tum, too, and Dido, the dancing bear!”</p> - -<p>“Yes, they are all friends of mine,” said -Tamba. “At least they were before I left. -Now, I suppose, I’ll never see them again, for I -am going to the jungle. But you haven’t yet -told me, Tinkle, how you came to leave the circus.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, it’s all written down in a book,” answered -the trick pony.</p> - -<p>“Oh, a book!” exclaimed Tamba. “I’ve -heard Tum Tum and Dido speak of being in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_67"></a>[67]</span> -books, but I didn’t know what they meant. And -I haven’t time to learn now, so suppose you tell -me.”</p> - -<p>“Well, there’s a book all about me and my -adventures,” said Tinkle, the trick pony. “But, -as long as you can’t read it, I’ll just tell you that, -one day, when I was in the circus doing my -tricks, George, the boy who used to own me before -I was stolen away, came to the show. -There he and his sister saw me and they knew me -again, and I was taken out of the circus and -given back to my little master. I’ve lived with -him ever since. We often come to this farm in -the summer, and I have just been giving him and -his sister and some of the other children a ride -in the pony cart. George is very nice to me, and -gives me lumps of sugar.”</p> - -<p>“I hope he isn’t the boy whom I scared in the -hay,” said Tamba. “I would not want to scare -any friend of yours, Tinkle.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, well, if you only scared him, and didn’t -scratch him, I guess it will be all right,” said -the trick pony. “But I don’t believe it was -George you frightened, as he was out driving me. -It must have been Tom, or one of the other boys.” -And so it was, as Tinkle learned later.</p> - -<p>“And so you are going to the jungle, are you?” -asked Tinkle of Tamba, when they had talked a -while longer.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_68"></a>[68]</span></p> - -<p>“Yes, I want to get back to my old home,” answered -the tiger. “I don’t like it in the circus. -But, still, there was one thing I liked in it, and -that was the good meals I had. I’m very hungry -right now.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, excuse me!” exclaimed Tinkle. “I -should have thought of that before. I’m so -sorry! Won’t you have some of my hay or -oats?”</p> - -<p>“Yes, and give him some of our bran,” added -the cow who had told about the man coming in -to milk.</p> - -<p>“Oh, thank you, very much, Tinkle. And -you too, my cow friend,” replied the tiger gratefully. -“But I can’t eat hay, bran, or oats. We -tigers must have meat. I don’t suppose you eat -any of that?”</p> - -<p>“No,” said Tinkle, “we don’t. It’s too bad! -I don’t know how we can give you anything to -eat. It’s no fun to be hungry, either.”</p> - -<p>“I know how we can feed your tiger friend,” -said one of the big farm horses.</p> - -<p>“How?” eagerly asked Tinkle. He felt just -as you would feel if some friend came to visit -you and you couldn’t give him anything to eat. -“How can I feed Tamba on the meat that he -likes?” asked Tinkle.</p> - -<p>“I’ll tell you,” went on the horse. “You know<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_69"></a>[69]</span> -the big dog who drives the sheep to and from -the meadow?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, yes, I know our sheep-dog very well,” -said Tinkle. “He is a friend of mine.”</p> - -<p>“Well, he has company,” went on the horse. -“A dog named Don has come to see him and -spend the day. I came in just now from plowing -one of the fields, and I saw the farmer’s -wife put a big plate of meat and bones out near -the dog kennel. She said it would do for our -dog and his friend, Don.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, but if the meat is for the dogs they’ll eat -it all up, and there won’t be any for Tamba,” -said Tinkle.</p> - -<p>“Oh, but wait a minute!” neighed the horse. -“I didn’t finish. Don and our dog went off to -the woods. I heard them say they would be -gone for a long time, and maybe they would find -something to eat there. So if they don’t come -back to eat the bones and meat Tamba can have -it.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Tinkle, “I suppose he can. I -hope Don doesn’t come back.”</p> - -<p>“I hope so, too,” said Tamba. “I’m getting -hungrier every minute.”</p> - -<p>“I’ll go out and look,” said Tinkle. “It will -soon be dark, and if the plate of meat is still by -the dog kennel, you can sneak out and get it,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_70"></a>[70]</span> -Tamba, and no one will see you. I’ll go and -look.”</p> - -<p>Tinkle, the trick pony, was not kept tied in a -stall as were the other horses. He could roam -about as he liked, and so he trotted out of the -barn to where the farm dog had his house, or -kennel. There, surely enough, was a big plate -of meat and some large bones, large enough, -even, for a lion or a tiger.</p> - -<p>“It’s all right,” said Tinkle, when he came -trotting back. “The meat is there, Tamba, and -I didn’t see anything of Carlo, our dog, nor his -friend, Don. Now if they don’t come back until -dark, why, you can go out and have a good -meal.”</p> - -<p>“I will, thank you,” returned Tamba, and he -wished, with all his heart, that Don and the other -dog would not come back.</p> - -<p>“Of course I don’t want to see them hungry,” -thought Tamba, “but they may get something to -eat in the woods, and perhaps I couldn’t do that. -There may be no muskrats there.”</p> - -<p>Everything came out all right. The twilight -faded, and it became dark. Then Tamba, who -remained hidden in the stable, crept softly out -to the plate of meat and bones that had been left -for the dogs. He ate up everything and gnawed -the bones, and then he got a drink of water from -the horse trough and felt much better.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_71"></a>[71]</span></p> - -<p>“And now, Tinkle, I will bid you and your -kind friends good-by and be on my way to get -back to the jungle,” said Tamba, after he had -eaten.</p> - -<p>“Oh, are you going to run away?” asked the -trick pony. “You’ll be just like Don, the dog, -then. He ran away, too.”</p> - -<p>“But he ran back again, as I have heard my -friend, Nero, the circus lion, say,” replied -Tamba. “I am not exactly running away from -you. I ran away from the circus, but I am only -leaving you after paying you a visit. And I -liked my visit very much. That meat, too, was -very good. Thank you, Tinkle.”</p> - -<p>“I only wish there had been more of it,” said -the trick pony. “But, if you have to go, I suppose -you must leave. I hope you’ll get safely to -your jungle.”</p> - -<p>But Tamba had many adventures ahead of -him before that time. He said good-by to Tinkle -and the farm animals, and then, looking out -of the barn and peering through the darkness, to -see that none of the farmer’s men were on the -watch with their guns, Tamba slunk out into the -night.</p> - -<p>Once more he was on his way, traveling to find -his jungle. On through the dark woods and -over the fields went Tamba, taking care to keep -away from houses where people might live who<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_72"></a>[72]</span> -would see him and tell the circus men to come -and get him. Tamba did not want to be caught.</p> - -<p>So, for several days, Tamba traveled on. -Often he was hungry and thirsty, but he managed -to find things to eat once in a while, and -now and again he came to springs of water or -streams where he drank. So, though he did not -have a very good time, he managed to live.</p> - -<p>One evening, just as it was getting dark, -Tamba sniffed the air and smelled a smell which -told him he was near another stable and barn. -It was not the one where Tinkle lived, though.</p> - -<p>“I wonder if I can get anything to eat here,” -thought Tamba.</p> - -<p>Carefully and softly the tame tiger crept -around the corner of the carriage house. Near -by he saw what seemed to be a low building without -any roof a little way ahead of him, and from -this place came gruntings and squealings.</p> - -<p>“Get over on your own side of the trough! -You’re eating all my sour milk!” said one squealy -voice.</p> - -<p>“I am not, either, Squinty!” came the answer. -“I want something to eat just as much as you do!”</p> - -<p>“Ha! Something to eat!” thought Tamba -who heard and understood this animal talk. “I -wonder who those chaps are, and who Squinty -is. And I wonder if they have enough for me -to eat. I’m going to see!”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_73"></a>[73]</span></p> - -<p>Up to the pen, which had no roof, went -Tamba, and, rising on his two hind legs, he -looked over the side and down in. There he saw -a number of pigs who were drinking sour milk -and bran from a trough.</p> - -<p>One of the pigs, with a queer droop to one eye, -looked up and saw Tamba peering in.</p> - -<p>“Hello!” grunted this pig. “Who are you, -and what’s the matter?”</p> - -<p>“I’m Tamba, a tame tiger,” was the answer, -“and the matter is that I’m hungry. Who are -you?”</p> - -<p>“Squinty, the comical pig!” was the grunting -reply. “And you had better travel on! We -have nothing here for tigers to eat!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_74"></a>[74]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII<br /> -<small>TAMBA IN THE CITY</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Tamba, the tame tiger, rearing up on -his hind legs to look down into the pig -pen, saw the funny look on the face of -the animal who had spoken to him.</p> - -<p>“What’s that you say?” asked Tamba in a -growling voice.</p> - -<p>“I said we didn’t have anything to give tigers,” -went on the comical pig, and really he was comical, -for his one eye had such a funny look as it -drooped toward one ear. It seemed to be looking -in two ways at once, and that is something -you don’t often see in a pig.</p> - -<p>“Well, it seems to me I smell something very -good,” went on Tamba. “It smells like milk to -me.” When he was a little tiger Tamba had -liked milk very much, and now, even though he -was older, he knew it would be good when he -was hungry.</p> - -<p>“Yes, you do smell milk,” went on Squinty. -“But it is sour.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_75"></a>[75]</span></p> - -<p>“Sour or sweet, it makes no difference to me,” -replied Tamba. “I am hungry enough to eat -anything.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I don’t want to be cross or impolite,” -said Squinty, “but there is only enough sour milk -for us pigs. We can’t give you any.”</p> - -<p>“Ha! Well, I simply must have something -to eat!” returned Tamba, and his voice was more -growly now. “If I can’t get milk I must have -meat. I remember once, in the jungle, eating -a little pig who looked something like you. -What’s to stop me taking a few bites off you, if -you won’t give me any of your milk?”</p> - -<p>“Oh, ho! So you think you can bite me, do -you?” squealed Squinty. “Well, we’ll see about -that!”</p> - -<p>Now Squinty was a brave little animal, and he -had seen more of the world than some of the -other small pigs in the pen. In fact, Squinty -had had a number of adventures, and those of -you who have read my first book entitled, -“Squinty, the Comical Pig,” know that Squinty -was not much afraid of anything.</p> - -<p>So no sooner did he hear Tamba talk that way, -about taking bites, and so on, than Squinty ran -to where there was a loose board in the pen, and -out he popped.</p> - -<p>“Ho! So you think because you’re a big, circus -tiger that you can scare me, do you?”<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_76"></a>[76]</span> -squealed Squinty. “Well, I’ll show you that -I’m not a bit afraid!”</p> - -<p>Now, as it happened, near the pen, where the -farmer intended to use it the next day, was a -pail of whitewash. It was like thick, white -water, and the pail was full of it. Squinty gave -one look at the pail of whitewash, and a glance -at Tamba, who had taken his forepaws down off -the edge of the pen, and was standing on all four -feet looking at Squinty.</p> - -<p>“There! Take that and see how you like it!” -squealed Squinty, and with his strong nose, made -for digging down under the ground after roots -and things, Squinty upset the pail of whitewash -and gave it a push toward Tamba.</p> - -<p><a href="#i_p077">The whitewash splashed out, and</a> lots of it -<a href="#i_p077">splattered on the tame tiger</a>, so that he was -splashed and speckled with spots of white as -well as being marked with black and yellow -stripes.</p> - -<p>“Now how do you like yourself?” asked -Squinty of Tamba, as he looked at the tame tiger -in the moonlight, for the moon was just coming -up. “If you try to bite me or any of my friends -I’ll splash some more whitewash on you!”</p> - -<p>“You can’t,” said Tamba. “There isn’t any -more left in the pail. It’s empty; I can see for -myself. I guess I got most of it on me.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_77"></a>[77]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p077"> - <img src="images/i_p077.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_76">The whitewash splashed out and splattered on the tame -tiger</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_78"></a>[78-<br />79]</span></p> - -<p>“Well, if I can’t throw whitewash on you I’ll -throw something else!” threatened Squinty. -“You’ve got to leave us pigs alone!”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Tamba, “I can see that I’d better. -I didn’t know you were such a fierce chap, -Squinty.”</p> - -<p>“Well, I didn’t mean to be cross,” said the pig. -“But when you talked of biting me, why, I just -couldn’t help it. I’m sorry I spotted you with -white like that.”</p> - -<p>“It’s all my fault,” returned Tamba. “I -shouldn’t have said anything about biting you. -Being splashed with whitewash serves me right. -But I am very hungry, and your sour milk -smelled very good!”</p> - -<p>“I’m afraid there isn’t much left now,” said -Squinty. “The pigs were very hungry to-night. -But if you’ll come over to the side of the pen, -where I broke out to rush at you, I’ll see if there -is anything else. Sometimes they throw kitchen -table scraps into our trough, and there are bits of -meat which we small pigs don’t eat. You may -have that, if there is any. Tigers like meat, I’ve -heard.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” said Tamba, “I like meat very much. -It is about all I can eat, though I could manage -to drink some milk—sour or sweet.”</p> - -<p>“Come, we’ll go see what there is,” went on -Squinty. “When I said we had nothing for tigers -I didn’t think about the meat scraps.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_80"></a>[80]</span></p> - -<p>So Squinty led Tamba back to the side of the -pen whence the little pig had pushed his way out. -Then Squinty explained to the other pigs what -had happened.</p> - -<p>“Yes, here are some meat scraps,” said one of -the pigs, when Squinty had told how hungry -Tamba was. “It isn’t very much, though.”</p> - -<p>“Even a little will keep me from starving,” -said Tamba. “When I get to my jungle I’ll -have all I want to eat, but just now it is pretty -hard to find enough. In the circus I had plenty.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, so you’re from the circus, are you?” -asked Squinty. “I used to know some animals -in a circus. There was Mappo, the merry monkey.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I have heard of him, too,” said Tamba. -“But he isn’t with the show now. Ah, but this -meat tastes good!”</p> - -<p>The tame tiger was now chewing the scraps -the pigs had brushed aside as they did not want -them. Tamba did not feel so hungry now, but -he did feel queer where the whitewash had -splashed on him.</p> - -<p>“I’m sorry about that,” said Squinty. “If you -go down to the end of the meadow there is a -pond, and you can wash off the white splashes. -It’s warm enough to take a bath.”</p> - -<p>“I’m not very fond of water,” said Tamba, -“though I do take a bath now and then. I guess<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_81"></a>[81]</span> -I can wash off the white stuff by dipping my -paws in the water and rubbing them over my -striped coat. I’ll do it.”</p> - -<p>And that is what Tamba did after he had eaten -up all the meat scraps there were in the pigs’ -pen. Then he said good-by to Squinty and the -others and started off again.</p> - -<p>“I must get to my jungle,” said the tiger. “I -have been away from the circus quite a while -now, and, as yet, I have not come to the jungle.”</p> - -<p>“But you have had lots of adventures,” said -Squinty, the comical pig, for Tamba had told of -some of the things that had happened to him. -“You have had almost as many adventures as I, -Tamba. I suppose you can call that an adventure, -when I splashed the whitewash on you.”</p> - -<p>“Yes,” agreed Tamba, “I think that, most certainly, -was an adventure. I don’t want another -like it, though.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba traveled on again. He thought, if -he went far enough, he must, some day or other, -come to the jungle where he used to live. But -he did not know which way to go, and, often as -not, he went wrong. However, as Squinty said, -the tame tiger was having many adventures.</p> - -<p>He had a queer one the second night after he -had met Squinty, and this is the way it happened. -Tamba had been roaming along in the -night, after having caught something to eat in<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_82"></a>[82]</span> -the woods, and at last he came out on a road -which stretched far and away in the moonlight.</p> - -<p>“That is a long road to travel,” thought -Tamba. “I think I will take a rest before I go -down it any farther. I’ll hide somewhere and -wait until morning.”</p> - -<p>Tamba looked around for a place to hide, and -saw a big pile of hay. He knew it was hay, since -he had often seen it in the circus tent, and he -remembered having hidden in the hay in the -barn.</p> - -<p>“But this hay isn’t in a barn,” said Tamba, as -he looked at the pile. “It seems to be on a -wagon, as my cage used to be.”</p> - -<p>And that is just what it was. Tamba had -come to a farm, and a little way down the road -from the farmhouse was a wagon loaded with a -great pile of hay. The farmer had loaded the -hay on the wagon the evening before, so as to -have it all ready to hitch his horses to and pull it -into the city early in the morning. The farmer -was going to sell the hay in the big city.</p> - -<p>“Well, that hay will make a nice place for me -to sleep,” thought Tamba. He gave a big jump, -and landed on top of the load of hay. There -were, as yet, no horses hitched to the wagon. -That would be done in the morning.</p> - -<p>Tamba pawed out a nice, cozy bed for himself -on top of the load of hay, burrowed away down<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_83"></a>[83]</span> -in, pulled some hay over him as a covering, and -went to sleep.</p> - -<p>How long he slept the tame tiger did not -know. But when he suddenly awoke, he saw the -sun shining, and he heard a rumble and roar all -about him.</p> - -<p>“What’s this? Where am I? What has happened?” -thought Tamba.</p> - -<p>He saw the hay all about him. He felt the -jolting and sway of the wagon. The roaring -sound became louder. Tamba looked out between -the wisps of hay. He saw a strange sight.</p> - -<p>“Why, I’m in a big city!” thought the tiger. -“The load of hay has come to the city, and I -came with it! Oh, dear, I am farther than ever -from my jungle! What shall I do?”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_84"></a>[84]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX<br /> -<small>TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Tamba, the tame tiger, had really come -to the city on a load of hay. I know it -sounds very strange to say that, but it -really happened. I have often seen dogs riding -along on a load of hay that had started to ride in -the country, at the farmhouse where they lived, -and had come all the way to the city. So if a -dog can ride on a load of hay I don’t see why a -tiger can’t, especially when he is a tame tiger.</p> - -<p>Anyhow, that’s what Tamba did. He rode -along on the load of hay until it reached the big, -noisy city. But the funny part of it was that the -man who drove the load of hay didn’t know he -was giving a ride to a tiger. If he had known -that I don’t believe he would have guided his -horses along so easily, nor do I believe the horses -themselves would have gone so quietly.</p> - -<p>But there Tamba was, snugly curled up in a -little nest on top of the load of hay, where no one -could see him. He could look out and down -at the city streets through which he was passing, -and he saw many strange sights. But he was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_85"></a>[85]</span> -used to them, and he was not afraid of being in -the city. For he remembered having seen a city -like this many times before when he was in his -cage and the circus parade had gone up and -down the streets to show the animals, so that boys -and girls would be all the more anxious to come -to the performance.</p> - -<p>“Well, I wonder what will happen to me -now,” thought Tamba, as the hay wagon rumbled -along the city streets. “I can’t stay here -much longer. Some one will be sure to see me, -and perhaps the man who owns this hay is taking -it to the very circus where I used to live. If that -happens they’ll get me back in a cage again, and -I don’t want that to happen. I must be very -careful!”</p> - -<p>On and on went the load of hay, with Tamba -hiding at the top, and, pretty soon, the man drove -into a sort of big yard. There were trees, and -grass, and some buildings. But what made -Tamba sit up and sniff eagerly was the smell of -wild animals. I dare say you have often noticed -it yourself when you have gone to the circus. -Even with your eyes shut you can tell as soon as -you enter the wild animal tent.</p> - -<p>“Dear me, this is very strange!” thought the -tame tiger. “Can the man, with his load of hay, -have brought me back to the very circus from -which I ran away? It smells so, but I don’t see<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_86"></a>[86]</span> -any of the big tents, nor yet the barn where I -used to live in winter. Besides, this is summer, -not winter. I wonder what it all means!”</p> - -<p>The more Tamba thought about it and the -stronger the wild animal smell came to him, the -more the tame tiger was puzzled. The load of -hay, in which he was hidden, rumbled along, -down a little hill, and then Tamba heard the man -call:</p> - -<p>“Whoa!”</p> - -<p>That meant for the horses to stop. Tamba -had often heard the circus men call that to their -horses when they wanted them to stop pulling -the big cage wagons, and so the tiger understood.</p> - -<p>“Now I wonder what will happen to me,” -thought Tamba. He raised his head up from -his snug nest in the hay and saw what he knew -to be a barn, though it was not like the one near -which he had met Squinty, the comical pig, nor -like the one where he had frightened the boy -Tom.</p> - -<p>“But it’s a barn all right,” thought Tamba. -“And there must be some of my tiger, elephant -and lion friends near it, else there wouldn’t be -that wild animal smell. I wonder if Tum Tum, -Nero and Dido are here. Maybe they brought -them here after the train wreck.”</p> - -<p>Tamba did not know what to think, but what -he wanted to do was to keep out of sight of any<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_87"></a>[87]</span> -men who might be around, until he could think -of what to do.</p> - -<p>“For I’m not in my jungle, that’s sure,” said -Tamba to himself. “And how to get there I -don’t know. But I’m not going back to the circus -if I can help it.”</p> - -<p>Tamba now felt some one pulling at the load -of hay, as if about to unload it from the wagon. -Then the tame tiger, giving a look over the side -and seeing no one, slipped and slid down, and, -noticing an open door in the barn, through it he -ran and hid in a dark corner.</p> - -<p>“There! Now maybe they can’t find me!” -thought the tiger. “I’ll stay here until it’s dark, -and then run out. But where am I?”</p> - -<p>Tamba asked himself this question over and -over again. Outside the barn he heard men -talking and horses moving about, and with the -wild animal smell came the sweet smell of new -hay—the hay on which he had ridden to the city.</p> - -<p>“The man must be taking the hay off the -wagon,” thought Tamba. “I can’t ride on it -again. Well, perhaps I shall not need to. But -I should like to know where I am, and what all -this means.”</p> - -<p>For some time Tamba remained hidden in a -dark corner of the barn, and then, suddenly, an -animal came running in and Tamba knew at -once what kind it was. For it was striped almost<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_88"></a>[88]</span> -the same as was the tiger himself—with yellow -and black—and it was a zebra.</p> - -<p>“Oh, hello, my friend!” called Tamba, in animal -talk, from the place where he was hidden. -“Are you running away from the circus, too, Mr. -Zebra?”</p> - -<p>“Circus? Why, no. I never was in a circus, -though I’ve heard about such things,” the zebra -answered. “But how did you get out of your -cage? I didn’t know any of the tigers were -loose.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, I got out some time ago, in a train -wreck,” answered Tamba. “But what is the circus -doing here, and have they had the parade -yet?”</p> - -<p>“Look here!” exclaimed the zebra, as he -chewed some wisps of hay he picked up from the -barn floor. “I guess we don’t either of us know -what the other is talking about. This isn’t a circus. -This is a zoölogical park, in a big city, and -I am one of the animals. Only, as I am very -tame, they let me run about the yard where the -barn is. We have some lions and tigers here, -but they are kept in cages. Are you one of the -zoo tigers?”</p> - -<p>“No,” answered Tamba. “I was a circus -tiger. But I ran away, and I am going back to -my jungle. So this is the zoo. Now I understand.”</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_89"></a>[89]</span></p> - -<p>What had happened was this. The farmer, -on whose load of hay Tamba had hidden, gone to -sleep, and been given a ride to the city, had -brought the hay to the zoölogical park, to sell, as -he often did. He had driven it right up to the -barn to unload, and then it was that Tamba -slipped off and hid before any one saw him. -And the wild animal smell that Tamba noticed -was the smell of the animals in the park. I suppose -you have been to the zoölogical park near -your own city, perhaps, and have noticed that -smell. It is almost like a circus, so it is no wonder -Tamba was puzzled.</p> - -<p>“So this is the zoo, is it?” he asked the zebra. -“Well, I don’t want to stay here, any more than -I want to stay in a circus. But how can I get -away?”</p> - -<p>“Well, if you really belonged here, of course -it wouldn’t be right for me to tell you how to -get away,” said the zebra. “But as you are not -one of the zoo animals, it will be all right for -you to run off. You had better wait until it is -dark, though, and then you can crawl out -through the fence near the back of this barn. -But you will be in the middle of a big city, and -not in your jungle.”</p> - -<p>“I know,” said Tamba, sadly. “But I’m used -to cities. I have been in parades in them often -enough. I’ll find my way out somehow, and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_90"></a>[90]</span> -then I’ll go to my jungle. But I wish I had -something to eat. You haven’t a bone or a piece -of meat, have you?”</p> - -<p>“I am sorry to say I have not,” replied the zebra. -“All I eat is hay and grains. But I can -show you where to get a drink of water.”</p> - -<p>“I shall like that,” said the tame tiger, “as I -am very thirsty.”</p> - -<p>So the zebra showed the tiger where, in the -barn, was a tub of water out of which the horses -who worked in the zoölogical park got their -drinks. There Tamba quenched his thirst and -felt better. Then he crawled back into the dark -corner to hide. The zebra had to go away, but -he promised to come back and let Tamba know -when it was dark enough for the tiger to run out -and start afresh on his journey to the jungle.</p> - -<p>All that day Tamba remained hidden in the -barn. He saw none of the other wild animals, -and the zebra did not come back. Tamba was -getting hungrier and hungrier, but he knew he -dared not go out to look for anything to eat. If -he had the park men would have seen him and -chased after him, either catching him to put in -one of their cages, or else sending him back to -the circus. And Tamba did not want that.</p> - -<p>After a while it became darker. Tamba -sneaked out and got another drink, and then in a<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_91"></a>[91]</span> -little while he heard the patter of the feet of his -zebra friend on the floor of the barn.</p> - -<p>“Are you there, Tamba?” asked the zebra, in -animal talk.</p> - -<p>“Yes,” answered the tiger.</p> - -<p>“Well, it’s dark enough now for you to set -out,” went on the zebra. “Cut across the park -over the big field you’ll see as soon as you leave -this barn. That way will take you to a street -where there are not so many cars and wagons as -on the street nearest this side. It is quieter.”</p> - -<p>“That’s what I want—to be quiet,” said -Tamba. “That’s why I want to go back to my -jungle.”</p> - -<p>Tamba took another drink of water, for he did -not know when he would get any more, and then, -having said good-by to his friend, the striped -zebra, the tame tiger went softly out of the barn -into the night. He saw the big field and, on the -other side, a row of lights. At first they looked -like the lights around the circus tents when a -night-show is being given, but when Tamba -looked a second time he knew they were street -lights. He was still in the big city.</p> - -<p>“Good-by!” called the zebra after him. “I -hope you soon come to your jungle.”</p> - -<p>“Thank you! I hope so myself,” said Tamba.</p> - -<p>He ran across the big park field in the darkness.<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_92"></a>[92]</span> -No one saw him, for few persons are in the -park at night. Tamba sniffed the air, and he -smelled water. There was such a strong smell -of water that Tamba knew it must come from a -big river or a lake.</p> - -<p>“And it smells like salt water, too,” thought -the tame tiger. “I remember that smell of salt -water. I smelled it when they put me on a ship -and brought me away from my jungle. Perhaps -my jungle home is just across that salt -water. I am going to see.”</p> - -<p>What Tamba smelled was the salt water of a -big river that flowed through the city down to -the ocean. And beyond the ocean lay the jungle. -This much Tamba had guessed.</p> - -<p>“I am going toward that salt water,” said the -tiger to himself. “This is the first time I have -smelled it since I was on the ship. I believe, -after all, I shall at last get to my jungle.”</p> - -<p>But there were quite a few adventures for -Tamba to have before he reached his old home.</p> - -<p>On across the big field in the zoölogical park -ran Tamba. He was coming nearer and nearer -to the row of lights, nearer and nearer to the -smell of salt water, and, also, nearer and nearer -to a city street. It was this street that Tamba -feared most. Once he was across that, he -thought everything would be all right.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_93"></a>[93]</span></p> - -<p>He came to a low, stone wall around the park. -He looked and listened as well as he could. He -did not see any one who he thought would try -to catch him.</p> - -<p>With a leap and a bound Tamba cleared the -low, stone wall and found himself on the sidewalk -of a street. Just at this place, and at this -time, there did not happen to be any wagons, -street cars or automobiles. Tamba was beginning -to think everything was coming along -finely, and that he would easily get to the salt -water when, all of a sudden, he heard a woman -scream. Then a man, who was with her, cried:</p> - -<p>“What’s the matter? What is it?”</p> - -<p>“A tiger! A tiger! Look, there’s a tiger -loose in the street!”</p> - -<p>“Why—why—so it is!” exclaimed the man, -who, with the woman, had come walking along -soon after Tamba leaped over the wall. “It’s -a real, live tiger! It must have escaped from the -zoo. I’ll drive it back!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, don’t! He might bite or claw you!” -cried the woman. “Get a policeman!”</p> - -<p>“I will,” answered the man, and he began to -call loudly.</p> - -<p>“This is no place for me!” quickly thought -Tamba. “I must run and hide again.”</p> - -<p>Of course he did not know what the man and<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_94"></a>[94]</span> -woman were saying, but he knew that they would -want to catch him, or call some one to do it, and -so Tamba knew he must hide.</p> - -<p>He looked about for a good place to go. He -did not want to jump back into the park. Up -the street, a little way, he saw what he thought -was the opening to a big cave. True, it was -lighter than the entrance to the jungle cave -where Tamba used to live, but perhaps it might -do for a hiding place.</p> - -<p>“I’ll go in there!” decided Tamba.</p> - -<p>The tiger turned away from the man, who was -still shouting for the police, and from the -woman, who had covered her eyes with her -hands, and then <a href="#i_frontis">Tamba ran for what he thought -was the doorway of a cave</a>. At the entrance he -could see that it stretched away out in a sort of -dark tunnel.</p> - -<p>“This is the place for me!” said Tamba to -himself, and the next moment he was running -down some stone steps. As he went down he -heard a loud rumbling and roaring.</p> - -<p>“Ha! There is going to be a thunder storm,” -thought Tamba. “I came to this cave just in -time!”</p> - -<p>And, back in the street, where they had first -seen the jungle beast, the man and woman cried:</p> - -<p>“Oh, the tiger ran down into the subway! -The tiger is in the subway!”</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_95"></a>[95]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_X">CHAPTER X<br /> -<small>TAMBA AT THE DOCK</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Queer as it may seem, Tamba had done -that very thing. He had run from the -street into the opening of a subway station -in a big city, thinking it was a cave. And -if you have ever been in a city where the street -cars run underground instead of on the surface, -as wagons and automobiles do, or instead of up -in the air, as the elevated trains run, then you -will understand how it was that Tamba made his -mistake. For it was a mistake to go down into -the subway, thinking it was a cave.</p> - -<p>The rumbling and roaring sound Tamba -heard was a train coming along the subway, and, -being underground, it made much more noise -and racket than it would have done up on the -surface. So it is no wonder the tame tiger -thought it was a thunder storm.</p> - -<p>Down the subway steps he ran. He saw a -dark tunnel stretching out both ways from the -station. It was light on the station platforms<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_96"></a>[96]</span> -where the subway trains stopped, but beyond -this place, at each side, the dark tunnel of the -subway stretched out.</p> - -<p>Tamba saw crowds of persons getting on and -off the train, and as quick as a flash he hid behind -a candy counter and newspaper stand, where it -was partly dark. Tamba did not want any men -to see him now, for since he had smelled the salt -water he wished, more than ever, to get across -it and back to his jungle.</p> - -<p>“Well,” thought the tame tiger as he crouched -in the darkness behind the candy stand, where -the boy tending it, busy selling evening papers, -did not notice him, “well, I don’t know what -this all is, nor what it’s about, but I guess this -isn’t the kind of cave I’m looking for. It isn’t -a jungle cave at all. It’s much too light and too -noisy. It’s as bad as the circus. I must get out -of here if I can.”</p> - -<p>But Tamba knew better than to rush out when -so many people were coming and going. He -wanted to wait until they had gone. But there -were so many of them it seemed that they would -never go. And pretty soon a policeman, and -several excited men who did not wear blue suits -with brass buttons ran down the subway steps.</p> - -<p>“He came right down here!” said one excited -man. “My wife and I were walking along the -stone wall by the park when the tiger jumped<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_97"></a>[97]</span> -over right in front of us. Then he ran down -these subway steps.”</p> - -<p>“Then he must be here yet,” said the policeman. -“And if he is, we’ll catch him and send -him back to the zoo. If he came out of one of -the cages there he must be pretty tame, and he -won’t hurt any one. Come on, now, everybody! -We’ll have a tiger hunt in the subway!”</p> - -<p>Of course Tamba did not know what all this -talk meant, but he knew enough to guess that the -policeman and the other men were trying to capture -him. So Tamba wanted to get to a better -place to hide than just behind a newspaper stand. -And he was lucky enough to find it.</p> - -<p>The lower part of the stand was hollow, like -a big box. In it the newspaper boy kept his old -papers, empty candy boxes and the like, and -there was plenty of room for a tiger in there. -There was a door to this underneath place, and -the door happened to be open.</p> - -<p>Tamba saw it, saw, too, that it was dark and -quiet underneath the stand, and so he crawled in -under there. A better place for a runaway tiger -could not have been found. Tamba curled -softly up among some bundles of old papers, and -there he stayed while the hunt was going on.</p> - -<p>Up and down the subway station platforms the -policeman and the others looked for the tame -tiger. But they never thought of looking beneath<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_98"></a>[98]</span> -the hollow newspaper and candy stand, -and there Tamba stayed as snugly as you please.</p> - -<p>“Well,” said the policeman at last to the man -whose wife had screamed so at the first sight of -Tamba, “I guess you made a mistake, my friend. -You didn’t see any tiger at all. You dreamed -it.”</p> - -<p>“I’m sure I didn’t dream,” said the man. “I -wasn’t asleep. I saw that tiger come into this -subway as plain as anything.”</p> - -<p>“Well, then he must have run up the steps on -the other side,” said the policeman. “He could -have done that before we got here. At any rate -the tiger is gone, and we may as well go out and -look for him somewhere else. He isn’t here!”</p> - -<p>The excitement soon quieted down, the searchers -went upstairs, and Tamba was left to himself -in his hiding place beneath the newspaper and -candy stand.</p> - -<p>He could hear people walking up and down -on the stone platform, and he could hear them -talking. They were talking about him, as it -happened, for the news of a tiger being loose -somewhere in that part of the city had spread. -But Tamba, of course, did not know what the -men and women subway passengers were saying. -He could hear the rumble and roar of the subway -trains, and they sounded something like the -trains on which the circus traveled from town to -town. But Tamba did not come out of his hiding -place to look at them. He stayed quietly in -the cubby-hole under the stand.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_99"></a>[99]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p099"> - <img src="images/i_p099.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_100">But the man was asleep and did not see the tiger.</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_100"></a>[100-<br />101]</span></p> - -<p>After a while, as the hours passed, it became -quieter in the subway. There were fewer trains, -and hardly any persons were traveling now. At -last, along about three o’clock in the morning, -no trains ran at all. The agent at the station -went to sleep in his little booth, and the newspaper -boy had gone home long ago. Tamba -thrust his head out of his hiding place. He -heard nothing and saw no one.</p> - -<p>“Now is the time for me to run out and go to -the salt water,” said the tiger to himself. “This -time I shall surely get back to my jungle, I -hope.”</p> - -<p>Carefully and softly, Tamba crept along the -subway platform. He passed out of the ticket -gate, right in front of the man in the little booth, -<a href="#i_p099">but the man was asleep and did not see the tiger</a>.</p> - -<p>Up the same steps down which he had run -some hours before, Tamba now crept. He -reached the open air and could see the stars glittering -overhead. The night was clear and -warm. Tamba liked it very much. Eagerly he -sniffed the air and he smelled salt water. He -turned his face toward the river and began to -stalk slowly along. He wanted to cross the salt -water and get home to his jungle.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_102"></a>[102]</span></p> - -<p>And as Tamba slunk along he began to remember -how hungry he was. Since leaving the -circus he had not eaten very much.</p> - -<p>“Oh, if I could have a nice, juicy piece of -meat now, how good it would taste!” thought -Tamba. But of course no meat stores were open -at that hour, and, if there had been, Tamba could -not have gotten any meat from them. If the -tiger had strolled, no matter how quietly and -politely, into a meat shop, men would have -driven him away, or have caught him and shut -him up in a cage.</p> - -<p>“But I do want something to eat!” sadly -thought the tiger.</p> - -<p>Just then a smell came to his nose that made -him lick his lips with his red tongue and made -him sniff very hard with his black nose.</p> - -<p>“I smell milk!” thought Tamba. “And it -isn’t sour milk, either, like that which Squinty, -the comical pig, was drinking. I smell fresh -milk, and I wish I had some!”</p> - -<p>When Tamba smelled anything good he knew -how to find it, even if he could not see it. He -just had to “follow his nose” until he came to it. -All jungle animals, and even your dogs and cats, -do that. So when Tamba smelled the milk he -turned his nose toward it and walked along until -he came to it. And where do you suppose it -was?</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_103"></a>[103]</span></p> - -<p>Why, an early-morning milkman had left a -big can of milk in front of a grocery store, and -it was this milk—some of which had slopped out -from the can—that Tamba had smelled.</p> - -<p>“Well, here’s milk all right, that’s sure,” said -Tamba to himself, as he sniffed around the can -in the doorway of the store. “But how can I -get it out? I can’t scratch or bite through this -tin can. And, oh, how hungry I am! A good, -big drink of milk would make me feel much better!”</p> - -<p>Tamba walked up and down in front of the -can. It stood in the dark corner of a sheltered -doorway of a store on a main street, but at that -hour of the morning, after the milkman had -passed, hardly any one was ever out.</p> - -<p>“I must have some of that milk!” thought the -hungry Tamba. He pawed and clawed at the -can, hoping he could find some way of getting -it open, when, all of a sudden, he knocked the -can right over. It fell to the sidewalk with a -clatter and a bang, and the cover came off.</p> - -<p>Out gushed the white milk, and some of it -spilled right into the big, deep cover of the can -itself. That was enough for Tamba. Here he -had the milk, in a dish all ready for him to lap -it up with his red tongue, and that is just what -he did!</p> - -<p>“My, but that’s good!” thought the tiger, as he<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_104"></a>[104]</span> -drank all the milk out of the can cover. “I am -having better luck than at first. There is even -enough milk for that pig Squinty, if he should -happen to come along.”</p> - -<p>But of course Squinty was far away. Tamba -lapped up all the milk from the can cover, and -then he saw where a little puddle had formed in -a hole in the sidewalk. Tamba took that milk, -too, and then he felt better.</p> - -<p>“Now to go down to the salt water and find -my jungle,” he said to himself, as he licked up -the last drops of milk.</p> - -<p>So Tamba started off down the city streets -once more, and because every one was in bed and -asleep no one saw him.</p> - -<p>But there was a very much surprised store-keeper -who, the next morning, went to take in -the big can of milk. It was upset and spilled.</p> - -<p>“Ha! Some bad boys must have done this!” -thought the store-keeper. “I must tell the police!”</p> - -<p>But wouldn’t he have opened wide his eyes in -surprise if he had known a tiger had drunk the -milk, and if he had seen Tamba doing it? Perhaps -it is just as well he did not.</p> - -<p>But Tamba never knew what a sad trick he -had played on the store-keeper. The tame tiger -slunk along, coming nearer and nearer to the -smell of the salt water, and at last he came to the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_105"></a>[105]</span> -river itself. It really was a river of salt water, -and ran down to the big ocean. But the river -was not like those in the jungle. It had no banks -of green vines, mud, and trees. Instead, all -along the river were big houses built on piers -with the water in between, and it was to one of -these docks that Tamba slunk down in the darkness.</p> - -<p>Tied at the docks were big ships which would -soon steam down the river and cross the ocean. -Tamba knew what ships were. He had come -across the ocean in one when he was brought -away from the jungle.</p> - -<p>“I think I have found the place I want at -last,” said Tamba to himself, as he walked slowly -along a pier. “It is the place of the salt water -where I landed when I first came to this country. -Now I have only to go back the other way -and I’ll be at my jungle. And how glad I shall -be! Now I will find a good place to hide until -morning, and then I’ll see what is best to do. I -am tired now, but I had a good drink of milk -and I can sleep.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba found a quiet hiding place on the -ship dock and went to sleep.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_106"></a>[106]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XI">CHAPTER XI<br /> -<small>TAMBA ON THE SHIP</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">The sun was brightly shining when -Tamba, the tame tiger, awakened in his -bed at the dock. I call it a “bed” for he -had snuggled down on a pile of bags between -some boxes and bales, and this is as good a bed -as ever a tiger asks for. Often they are glad -enough to sleep on the bare boards of the circus -cages, and even in their jungle caves they never -have more than a pile of dried leaves or grass.</p> - -<p>Tamba could look out through the cracks between -the boxes and bales and see the yellow sunshine -on the dock. The sunshine made yellow -stripes, almost the color of Tamba’s tawny coat. -He could feel the soft, warm wind blowing in on -him, and he could also smell the salt water.</p> - -<p>“I am in the right place at last,” thought -Tamba. “But I must be careful. I do not want -to be caught when I am so near my jungle.”</p> - -<p>You see Tamba did not know just how far it -was down the big salt river and across the big, -salt ocean to his jungle home. All he knew was<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_107"></a>[107]</span> -that the salt water here smelled just as the salt -water had smelled when he was put on the ship, -to be brought away from his home in India.</p> - -<p>And there were ships at the dock. Tamba -could see them, but he knew better than to run -out now and get on board one. For, now that it -was daylight, there were many men on the dock. -They were driving their wagons and drays about, -laden as they were with things to go on board the -ships, and Tamba knew that if he ran out, in -plain sight of these men, some of them would -chase him, and, perhaps, catch him.</p> - -<p>“So I’ll just stay hidden here until it gets dark -again,” thought Tamba to himself. “Then I’ll -go on one of those big floating houses, which -Tum Tum says are called ships, and I’ll get back -to my jungle. If I wait until night no one will -see me, and then they can’t catch me to send me -back to the circus.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba curled up in his snug little nest -among the boxes and barrels on the pier, and remained -hidden. Of course if men had come to -take away those particular boxes they would have -found Tamba, but, as it happened, they did not, -and so he was safe.</p> - -<p>After a while, though, Tamba began to feel -hungry. Milk for a tiger, even though it happened -to be the full top of a can, is not enough. -He must have meat, and meat was what Tamba<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_108"></a>[108]</span> -wanted just then. He sniffed and smelled -around among the boxes and bales which formed -his nest, but no meat smell came to his nose. If -one of the boxes had happened to have meat in -it, perhaps Tamba might have clawed it open -and gotten a meal. But, as it was, there was -nothing for him to eat.</p> - -<p>“Never mind,” he thought to himself; “perhaps -to-night, when I get on the ship, I can find -something good to eat.”</p> - -<p>But Tamba was to have something before then. -About noon the dock on the edge of the salty -river, where many ships were tied, became a very -busy place. Though Tamba did not know it, -the ships were being loaded with things to be -taken across the sea and sold.</p> - -<p>The dock was crowded with wagons, horses, -automobiles and men, all being driven or hurrying -to and fro, to get the big ships ready to sail. -For there were two ships in this dock, one on -either side of the pier, and Tamba was in a place -called a warehouse, in between the two vessels.</p> - -<p>So, as I say, the dock and warehouse was a -very busy place at noon. And as men must eat, -as well as tigers, when the twelve o’clock whistles -blew some of the drivers tied their horses wherever -they happened to be, put nose-bags of oats -on the horses’ necks, and then the men went to get -their own dinners.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_109"></a>[109]</span></p> - -<p>Now, as it happened, a wagon, with a load of -meat on it, was stopped by its driver near Tamba’s -place. The end of the wagon, which was -filled with big pieces of beef, pork, and mutton, -was near the hole among the boxes where the -tiger was hiding. And of course Tamba could -easily smell this meat. In fact, the smell of it -awakened him from a little sleep into which he -had fallen.</p> - -<p>“Ha! What’s that?” asked the tiger of himself, -as he opened his eyes. He sniffed harder. -The meat smell became plainer. Then he -looked up. Right over his head was the end of -a big wagon, where the man driving it had -backed it to get it out of the way while he fed his -horses and went to get his own dinner. And on -the end of the wagon was some nice, juicy meat, -just the kind Tamba had been fed in the circus. -Only there was more meat than Tamba had ever -seen at one time before.</p> - -<p>The meat, as I suppose you have guessed, was -to be put on board one of the ships to feed the -passengers and crew on its journey over the salty -sea. Of course Tamba did not know that. All -he knew was that he felt very hungry, and that -here was meat.</p> - -<p>“Well, it was very kind of some one to bring -me so much meat,” thought the tiger to himself. -“I’m sure I’m much obliged to them. And they<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_110"></a>[110]</span> -left me to myself to eat it, too. They didn’t stay -to stare and watch me, as the folks do in the circus. -This is very nice.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba rose up on his hind legs, and, hidden -as he was in his snug nest, where no one saw -him, and with the end of the meat wagon so -easily within reach, the tame tiger made a good -meal. Of course he chewed the ends off several -nice pieces of meat that were meant to go on -board the ship, but it did not completely spoil -them, and, after all, the tame tiger was very -hungry.</p> - -<p>“My, but this tastes good!” thought the tiger, -as he took bite after bite of juicy beef. “This is -even better than the circus. I can have as much -as I want, and there are no bones to hurt my -teeth. Of course I like to gnaw a bone now and -then, but when I am as hungry as I am now I -want just plain chunks of meat.”</p> - -<p>And Tamba had all he wanted. He just stood -there and ate and ate from the back of the wagon, -and then, licking his jaws to make them clean, -he curled up in his nest again, and went to sleep -once more.</p> - -<p>And when the man came back, after having -had his lunch, to take the oat-bags from the heads -of his horses, he was in such a hurry to get his -wagon unloaded, was this man, that he never -noticed where Tamba had chewed the meat.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_111"></a>[111]</span></p> - -<p>And it was not until some days later, when the -butcher on the ship was cutting up the meat, -that it was noticed that some of the pieces were -chewed as if by some animal.</p> - -<p>“I guess the dock rats did it,” said the ship -butcher. And he never knew it was Tamba, any -more than the grocer knew it was a tiger that had -tipped over his can of milk.</p> - -<p>After his good meal Tamba had a fine sleep, -and it was quite dark when he awoke again. He -peered out from between the boxes, barrels and -bales, and he saw that there were no men, horses -or drays at the dock. It was deserted and quiet. -But, over at one side, Tamba could still see the -ships, or “floating houses,” as he called them.</p> - -<p>“Now if I can get on one of those ships I’ll -soon be back at my jungle,” thought Tamba to -himself. “But I wonder which one to go on?”</p> - -<p>Carefully and quietly he slunk out of his hiding -place. He walked along until he came to -where a sort of bridge, which is called a gangplank, -led up to the deck of the ship. Here -Tamba smelled a smell that he very well knew. -It was a tiger smell—the smell of a wild beast.</p> - -<p>“Ha! If there have been wild jungle animals -here, this is the very ship I want to go on,” -thought Tamba. “This must have come from -jungle-land. At no other place can I smell the -wild animal smell. This is the ship for me!<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_112"></a>[112]</span> -I’ll get on, hide away, and have a nice ride back -to my jungle.”</p> - -<p>So, seeing no one about, Tamba walked softly -up the plank, and stepped softly to the deck of -the big ship. And he managed to crawl down -into a hole without any one seeing him. Down -in a hole, among some boxes and barrels, just like -those on the dock, Tamba hid himself.</p> - -<p>“Now for my jungle!” he said to himself as he -curled up.</p> - -<hr class="chap" /> - -<div class="chapter"> -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_113"></a>[113]</span></p> - -<h2 class="nobreak" id="CHAPTER_XII">CHAPTER XII<br /> -<small>TAMBA IN THE JUNGLE</small></h2> -</div> - - -<p class="cap">Tamba, the tame tiger, had hidden himself -away in the dark part of the ship -called the “hold.” It was there that the -cargo was stored—the place where boxes, barrels, -and big wooden cases of things sent across -the ocean were kept from the time the ship left -one dock, until it came to another to unload.</p> - -<p>So Tamba had gone softly up the gangplank -in the soft darkness of the night from the pier, he -had dropped to the deck of the ship, and had -crawled down what is called a “hatchway” into -a hold. And there he hid.</p> - -<p>And I must tell you how it happened that -Tamba smelled the wild animal odor on one -ship, and not on another.</p> - -<p>It was because this ship had, a week or so before, -brought from India and Africa a cargo of -wild animals for a circus. There had been lions -and tigers and elephants and snakes on the ship, -and even though they had been taken off when -the ship reached New York, some of the smell<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_114"></a>[114]</span> -remained. And it was this which Tamba -smelled, and which made him feel sure that this -was a jungle-ship, or one that would take him -back to his Indian home.</p> - -<p>All through the night Tamba slept in the hold -of the ship, among the boxes and the barrels, as -he had slept on the dock. When he awoke he -could see a little sunshine streaming through a -crack, and he knew another day had come.</p> - -<p>Just then he felt a queer motion. It was as if -the whole ship, and he himself in it, had been -moved along. And that is just what was happening. -The ship was moving away from the -dock, getting ready for the voyage across the -ocean. Tamba knew what the motion meant. -He had felt it before on his first sea voyage, when -he had been brought away from the jungle.</p> - -<p>“Well, at last I’m on my way back to the jungle,” -thought Tamba. “It’s lucky I found this -ship.”</p> - -<p>And, indeed, Tamba was lucky in more ways -than one.</p> - -<p>But, with all that, Tamba did not have a very -good time on board the ship. In the first place -he knew he had to stay in hiding, if he did not -want to be seen, and, perhaps, shut up in a cage -again, or, for all he knew, be sent back to the circus. -The tame tiger could not go out on deck, -as the passengers did, and breathe the fresh air<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_115"></a>[115]</span> -and see the sunshine. Poor Tamba had to stay -down in the dark hold, hiding among the boxes -and barrels.</p> - -<p>And another thing was that he was hungry. -After the first day when the ship was at sea, the -tiger began to want more meat. Even though he -had taken a good meal from the pile of beef on -the wagon, that could not last very long.</p> - -<p>So, after the second night Tamba began to -prowl about in the hold of the ship, looking for -something to eat. He caught some big rats and -ate them, and if the men who owned the ship had -known that they would have been glad. For rats -on ships do much damage, and eat some of the -cargo. So Tamba ate the rats, but they were -hardly enough. He wanted more.</p> - -<p>Then, one day he got a meal very unexpectedly. -One of the sailors, who, perhaps, was as -hungry as Tamba, took a big piece of meat from -the “galley,” as the kitchen on a ship is called. -And the sailor, who had no right to take this -meat, stole away to eat it all by himself, so the -cook wouldn’t see him and scold him.</p> - -<p>And, as it happened, the sailor picked out the -same hold in which Tamba was hiding to come -to eat his bit of meat which had been taken from -the galley.</p> - -<p>Now Tamba was very hungry just about that -time, and when the sailor happened to sit down<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_116"></a>[116]</span> -on a barrel, behind which Tamba was hiding, -and began to eat the meat, the tame tiger smelled -it. The tiger very much wanted some for himself.</p> - -<p>Tamba peered out and saw the sailor sitting -with the big chunk of cooked meat on the barrel -beside him.</p> - -<p>“That’s more than he needs,” thought Tamba, -after the sailor had eaten a bit. “I’ll take the -rest. I don’t believe he’ll mind.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba reached up his paw, hooked his -sharp claws into the meat, and pulled it down -toward his hungry mouth. The sailor turned -just in time to see his meat sliding off the barrel.</p> - -<p>“Here! Come back with that!” he yelled. -“Sure, the rats are getting very bold when they -reach up and take your meat that way! Come -back with it!”</p> - -<p>The sailor leaned over the edge of the barrel, -really thinking some bold rat had taken his meat, -and then the sailor saw Tiger Tamba, with his -glittering, green eyes, hiding down in the snug -nest, chewing the meat.</p> - -<p>“Oh, my! Oh, what do I see!” cried the -frightened sailor. “Oh, ’tis a live tiger! Well, -it serves me right for taking meat I’d no business -to take! Oh, the tiger! The tiger!” and, shouting -and yelling in fright, the sailor ran up on -deck and never went down there again.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_117"></a>[117]</span></p> - -<p>He did not dare tell the other sailors what he -had seen, for then he would have had to tell -about taking the meat, and he did not want to do -this.</p> - -<p>As no one but the frightened sailor knew that -Tamba was on the ship, and this sailor was not -quite sure himself, Tamba was not found out. -The chunk of meat he took away from the sailor -was rather large, and it saved Tamba from -actually starving, though he was pretty hungry -before the ship got across the ocean. But he -managed to catch some big rats every day, and -this helped out.</p> - -<p>Aside from this, and the trick he played on the -sailor, Tamba did not have many adventures on -the ship. He had to keep pretty closely to the -dark hold, not daring to come out.</p> - -<p>Then one day the pitching and tossing came to -an end. The ship reached the end of her voyage -and was tied up at a dock, this time in far-off -India. Tamba was very lucky that he had gotten -on a vessel that took him right back to his -own jungle-land, though he was still many miles -from the place of the trees and tangled vines.</p> - -<p>The night after the ship was tied up at the -dock in India, Tamba watched his chance, and, -when it was dark and quiet, he slipped up on -deck from the dark hold, and looked about. He -could see trees and houses, but there were not so<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_118"></a>[118]</span> -many houses as in New York, and there were -more trees. The air, too, had a different smell. -It had more the smell of the jungle, and as -Tamba sniffed it he said:</p> - -<p>“My home can not be so very far away now. -I will run down off this ship and find my jungle, -and also my father and mother and my sister and -brother. Then I shall be happy. No more circus -for me!”</p> - -<p>So down the same gangplank up which he had -walked from the dock in New York, <a href="#i_p119">Tamba ran, -and soon he was on the Indian wharf.</a> There -were boxes and barrels there, too, but Tamba did -not stop to find a hiding place. He wanted to -run off to the jungle as soon as he could.</p> - -<p>The tiger was hungry, so he sniffed about until -he found a place where the ship’s cook had -thrown overboard, on the dock, some scraps of -meat to some hungry dogs. The dogs had not -eaten it all, and there was a little left for Tamba. -Then, when he had found a drink of water at a -fountain in a street near the dock, Tamba was -ready to set off on his journey to find his former -jungle home.</p> - -<p>It was a warm, Indian night. There was no -moon, and as there were not many lights near the -dock, Tamba was not seen as he slunk off the ship -and began to travel. He sniffed the warm, -moist air, and it reminded him of his jungle -home. He remembered it from the time when -he had been a little, baby tiger.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_119"></a>[119]</span></p> - -<div class="figcenter" id="i_p119"> - <img src="images/i_p119.jpg" alt="" title="" /> - <br /> - <div class="caption"><a href="#Page_118">Tamba ran and soon he was on the Indian wharf.</a></div> -</div> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_120"></a>[120-<br />121]</span></p> - -<p>“Ah, that is good!” thought Tamba. “It was -nice in the circus, and I had many good friends—Tum -Tum, Dido, Chunky, the happy hippo, -and Nero. And I met many good friends after -I ran away—even Squinty was kind after he -found I did not hurt him. But still I will like -best to get back to my jungle.”</p> - -<p>So Tamba traveled on through the dark night, -getting farther and farther away from the city -where the ship had docked. Strange as it may -seem, Tamba had made the trip all the way -across the ocean himself. It was a great thing -for a tiger to do, I think.</p> - -<p>Now he was in India, and that country has -not so many large cities, nor were they as close -together as in the United States, where Tamba -had been in the circus. So, soon after leaving -the dock, the tame tiger found himself out in the -wild country. And it was not so far away to -the jungle, though the jungle, where Tamba had -formerly lived, was still many miles off.</p> - -<p>“But at last I am free, I am not in the circus, -and I am out in the hot country that I love,” -thought Tamba, as he slunk along under the -trees and bushes. “Now all that I have to do is -to find the right jungle. I can eat and drink -now when I please. I shall not have to take<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_122"></a>[122]</span> -chunks of meat away from sailors, nor catch -rats.”</p> - -<p>In this Tamba was right. All about him, in -the woods, were plenty of small animals on -which he could feed. And there were pools of -water here and there where he could drink. It -was not like being cooped up in the hold of a -ship, nor even like being in a circus cage. -Tamba liked very much to be free so he could -wander where he wished.</p> - -<p>He traveled on and on for many nights, hiding -in the day-time when he came to a city or -village, but slinking along through the tall grass, -or among the trees, when he came to the open -country. He grew sleek and fat, for he had -plenty to eat. Then, too, he met other tigers -and some lions as well as a few elephants.</p> - -<p>All these animals he asked where his former -jungle cave was, but none of them could tell -him. They did not know Tamba’s father or -mother, nor had they ever seen his sister or -brother.</p> - -<p>For many miles Tamba roamed over India, -looking for his old home. He began to think -he would never find it, and he was getting lonesome -and homesick when, one evening, he came -to the edge of a deep wood. He crossed a field -of tall dried grass to reach the trees. He was -on the edge of a deep, dense jungle, and, somehow,<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_123"></a>[123]</span> -as he sniffed the air, to make sure there -were no hunters about, and no wild beasts that -might do him harm—somehow, Tamba felt that -he had been near this same jungle forest once -before.</p> - -<p>“But it was many years ago,” he thought. “I -wonder if there is any one here who would know -where my father and mother are.”</p> - -<p>Slowly he crossed through the dried grass and -reached the woods. In front of him he saw a -cave, and, at the sight of it, Tamba’s heart began -to beat faster. He had a strange feeling.</p> - -<p>Out in front of the cave walked a big tiger—a -man tiger. He paced slowly up and down, -and, after a while, a tigress came out to keep him -company. Tamba looked past the cave and saw, -tumbling about in the dried leaves of the jungle, -a boy and a girl tiger. Then he heard the tigress -say:</p> - -<p>“Well, our children are growing up. Soon -they will go away from our jungle cave.”</p> - -<p>“Yes, I suppose so,” said the larger man tiger, -and Tamba thought the old tiger’s voice was -sad.</p> - -<p>“Yes, they will go away,” went on the tigress. -“They will leave us as Tamba did!”</p> - -<p>“Tamba!” thought the surprised circus tiger -to himself. “She knows my name!”</p> - -<p>“Oh, but Tamba did not go away,” said the<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_124"></a>[124]</span> -old man tiger. “He was caught in a trap. -Well do I remember that night! We have -never seen him since.”</p> - -<p>“No; and I don’t suppose we ever shall,” said -the tigress, and she, too, spoke sadly. “I would -give a great deal if I could only see my little -Tamba again.”</p> - -<p>At that Tamba could wait no longer. Trembling -with eagerness he leaped through the -grass, and landed in front of the cave, right between -the other tigers.</p> - -<p>“Ha! What is this? Who is this strange -tiger?” asked the old one.</p> - -<p>“Yes, who are you, and what do you want?” -asked the tigress. “If you came to play with our -boy and girl, there they are rolling in the grass. -But you should not pounce in like that. It isn’t -very nice and—”</p> - -<p>“Mother! Don’t you know me?” cried -Tamba, in tiger talk, of course. “Why, I’m -your own little boy tiger who was trapped and -taken away long ago! I have been in a circus -ever since, until I ran away, got on a ship, and -came back to my jungle. Here I am! Don’t -you know me, Father?”</p> - -<p>The old tiger opened wide his eyes and peered -at the younger one.</p> - -<p>“Why—why—it is Tamba!” he growled. -“Look, Mother, our tiger cub has come back to<span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_125"></a>[125]</span> -us, almost full grown! Oh, what a fine tiger he -is! Here!” he called to Tamba’s brother and -sister. “Here is Tamba come back! Oh, how -glad I am!”</p> - -<p>“And so am I!” cried Tamba’s mother, as she -purred and rubbed him with her paw. “Oh, to -think of having you back again after all these -years! I am so glad!”</p> - -<p>“And I am glad to get back!” said Tamba. -“I had a lot of adventures before I got here, -though.”</p> - -<p>“Oh, do tell us about them!” purred Tamba’s -sister. “I love to hear adventure stories.”</p> - -<p>“So do I,” said Tamba’s brother. “Tell us -about the circus.”</p> - -<p>“First, let him have something to eat,” suggested -Tamba’s mother. “You are hungry, -aren’t you?” she asked.</p> - -<p>“Indeed I am,” said Tamba.</p> - -<p>Then they brought him a big chunk of meat -from the cave, and when he had eaten that and -had taken a drink from the pool Tamba sat down -and began his story.</p> - -<p>“I have been in many places,” he said, “but, -most of all, I like to be back in the jungle. I am -never going away again!”</p> - -<p>“And to think you found us again, after all -these years!” said his mother.</p> - -<p>“I think it is wonderful!” added his sister.</p> - -<p><span class="pagenum"><a id="Page_126"></a>[126]</span></p> - -<p>“Very clever, I call it,” said his father, sort of -laughing.</p> - -<p>“Oh, let Tamba tell his adventures,” begged -his brother.</p> - -<p>So Tamba told them, just as I have written -them here in this book. He told about the circus, -about how Squinty splashed whitewash on -him, and everything; and, my! the other jungle -tigers laughed at the funny pig’s trick.</p> - -<p>It was late that night when Tamba had finished -the story of his adventures, and then, having -eaten some more, he was given a bed on the -dried leaves in the cave, where he curled up -with his father and mother and sister and -brother.</p> - -<p>“Tamba,” asked his sister softly, as she -reached over in the darkness and touched him -with her paw, “do you think I would like it in a -circus?”</p> - -<p>“No!” said Tamba. “You had better stay at -home in the jungle. There is no place like it. -I am glad to get back!”</p> - -<p>And then he went to sleep.</p> - - -<p class="p2 noic">THE END</p> - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<p class="noic adgroup">STORIES FOR CHILDREN</p> - -<p class="noic">(From four to nine years old)</p> - -<p class="noic adtitle">THE KNEETIME ANIMAL STORIES</p> - -<p class="noic adauthor">BY RICHARD BARNUM</p> - -<div class="figleft" id="i_bm01" style="width: 110px;"> - <img src="images/i_bm01.jpg" width="110" height="153" alt="" title="" /> -</div> - -<p>In all nursery literature animals have -played a conspicuous part; and the reason -is obvious for nothing entertains a child -more than the antics of an animal. These -stories abound in amusing incidents such -as children adore and the characters are -so full of life, so appealing to a child’s -imagination, that none will be satisfied until -they have met all of their favorites—Squinty, -Slicko, Mappo, Tum Tum, etc.</p> - -<div class="adpage"> -<ol> -<li>SQUINTY, THE COMICAL PIG.</li> -<li>SLICKO, THE JUMPING SQUIRREL.</li> -<li>MAPPO, THE MERRY MONKEY.</li> -<li>TUM TUM, THE JOLLY ELEPHANT.</li> -<li>DON, A RUNAWAY DOG.</li> -<li>DIDO, THE DANCING BEAR.</li> -<li>BLACKIE, A LOST CAT.</li> -<li>FLOP EAR, THE FUNNY RABBIT.</li> -<li>TINKLE, THE TRICK PONY.</li> -<li>LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT.</li> -<li>CHUNKY, THE HAPPY HIPPO.</li> -<li>SHARP EYES, THE SILVER FOX.</li> -<li>NERO, THE CIRCUS LION.</li> -<li>TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER.</li> -</ol> -</div> - -<p class="noic"><i>Cloth, Large 12mo, Illustrated, Per vol. 60 cents</i></p> - -<p class="noi works">For sale at all bookstores or sent (postage paid) on receipt of price by -the publishers.</p> - -<hr class="r20" /> - -<p class="noic"><span class="adtitle">BARSE & HOPKINS</span><br /> -Publishers 28 West 23rd Street New York</p> - - - - -<hr class="chap" /> -<div class="tnote"> -<p class="noi tntitle">Transcriber’s Notes:</p> - -<p class="smfont">Punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently corrected.</p> - -<p class="smfont">Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved.</p> -</div> - - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of Tamba, the Tame Tiger, by Richard Barnum - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK TAMBA, THE TAME TIGER *** - -***** This file should be named 62505-h.htm or 62505-h.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/5/0/62505/ - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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