"what place is this?" said jimmieboy, as the express train came to a full stop. "i didn't know fast trains stopped at funny little places[pg 179] like this—and do look! why there is a horse sitting in a wagon driving a pair of men up hill."
"better not try to know too much about diss yere place, mistah," said the colored porter of the car jimmieboy was travelling in. "hit's a powahful funny sort o' place, but hit's just as well fo' you to stay on de kyar an' not go foolin' outside less you's asked."
"i should say it was queer," returned jimmieboy, "but i can't help feeling that[pg 180] i'd like to know all about it. what is it called?"
"totherwayville," returned the porter. "hit's called like dat because everything in it's done the other way from how you'd do it. if you walked outside on de platform ob de station likely as not some little dog would come up and tie you to a chain an' go leadin' you round town; 'nd you, you couldn't say a woyd. you'd only bark like as though you only was a dog and dey'd give you bones to eat when dey didn't forget it—less dey thought you was a cat, an' den dey'd most likely forget to feed you on milk, de way you does with yo' cat."
"i haven't got any cat," said jimmieboy.
"dat's lucky fo' de cat," returned the porter. "not dat i tinks yo' ain't as good an' kind a little boy as ebber lived, sah, but just because ebbery body dat owns cats sort of don't treat 'em as well as dey'd treat[pg 181] a baby for instance. de kindest heartedest little boy in de worl' would forget to gib his cat its dinner if he had a new toy to play wid, or a new suit o' party dress to put on to show his poppy when he come home."
the porter was called away for a minute by an old lady at the other end of the car who wanted to know what time the seven ten train generally started, and while he was gone jimmieboy gazed wonderingly out of the window; and i can't say that i blame him for doing so, for totherwayville was indeed a most singular place. there were very few men, women or children in the streets and those that were there appeared to live in a state of captivity. small dogs led boys around by a string or a chain; some of the boys wore muzzles. here and there were men tied to hitching posts, and all about were animals which jimmieboy had always hitherto supposed were to be found[pg 182] only in the wild countries, or in circuses and zoological gardens.
off in a field a hundred or more yards from the station were a lot of monkies playing baseball, and drollest of all, in front of the totherwayville hotel, stood a huge lion smoking a cigar and talking with an elephant.
"well i never!" said jimmieboy. "this seems to be a regular wild animal place."
just as he spoke a baby elephant came running down to the station holding a small envelope in his trunk. when he got to the platform he looked anxiously about him and then walking up to a funny looking baboon, who appeared to be depot master, engaged him in earnest conversation. the baboon took the envelope, read the address written upon it and said "he would see."
then he walked to the end of jimmieboy's car and called for the porter.
[pg 183]
"well, whad yo' want?" asked the porter.
"here's an invitation from the mayor to a young man who is said to be on this car," said the baboon. "if he is, will you give it to him?"
"certainly," said the porter, his face wreathing with smiles. "certainly. he's hyah."
jimmieboy watched all this with interest, little thinking that the invitation was for no less a person than himself. he soon discovered the fact, however, for the porter came to him instantly and handed him the envelope. it was addressed simply to:
master jimmieboy,
care of the porter,
express train, no. 6098.
kindness of
thomas baby elephant.
[pg 184]
"for me?" cried jimmieboy.
"yassir," said the porter. "hit's for you."
hurriedly tearing the envelope open, jimmieboy took from it a delicately scented card on which was engraved:
the wild animals
request your presence at their
wonderful exhibition of
trained hagenbecks,
this afternoon at two
absolute safety guaranteed.
r. s. v. p.
"dear me!" cried jimmieboy, excitedly, "i couldn't think of going. i should be afraid."
"oh, you needn't be afraid," said the porter. "dey'se promised you absolute[pg 185] safety, and i'll tell yo' just one thing. animals soldom makes promises, but when dey does, dey keeps 'em. dey's sort ob different from people in dat. hit's twice as hard to get 'em to make promises but dey seems to be able to keep 'em twice as easy as people. i'd go if i were you. de conductor'll keep de train waitin' fo' you. dere's on'y one man aboard dat's in a hurry an' he's travellin' on a free pass, so de road ain't liable fo' any delays to him. i'll go wid you."
"but how do you know it'll be safe," added jimmieboy. "i want to go very much, but——"
"howdiknow?" said the porter. "ain't i took little folks to see de show befo? oh co'se i has an' dey've had de best time in de worl', an' come back cryin' cause dey couldn't stay a week."
"very well, then," said jimmieboy, "you can tell the baboon that i'll be very glad to go."
[pg 186]
the porter informed the baboon who in turn acquainted the baby elephant with the fact, whereupon the baby elephant took off his hat and bowing politely to jimmieboy hastened back to the mayor's office with the little boy's reply.
shortly after the porter returned and said that he had fixed it with the conductor and that the train would wait, and so jimmieboy and his chestnut colored friend started off. on the way he was gazed at curiously by more wild animals than he had ever seen before, but they were all very respectful to him, many of them bowing politely. indeed the only incivility he encountered at all was from a rude little boy who was being led around by a handsome st. bernard dog. the little boy snapped at him as he passed, but he was promptly muzzled by his master, and deprived of the bone he was eating for his luncheon.
[pg 187]
after walking along for about five minutes they came to a great circular building, upon the outside of which was a huge sign.
the trained hagenbecks.
matinee to-day.
admission:
grown animals 50 cents.
cubs, puppies, etc. 4 dollars.
jimmieboy laughed. "that's funny. they charge less for grown animals than they do for baby animals."
"not so funny as your plan, mister," said a gruff voice at jimmieboy's side, very respectfully however.
jimmieboy looked around to see who it was that spoke and was a little startled at first to see that it was a fine specimen of a tiger that had addressed him.
[pg 188]
"don't shrink," said the tiger, seeing that the little boy was somewhat frightened. "i won't hurt you. i'm wild, but i'm kind. let me show you my smile—you'll see what a big smile it is, and some day you'll learn that an animal with a fine open countenance like mine is when i smile can't be a bad animal. but to come back to what you think is a funny scheme. we charge more for cubs than for grown animals because they are more trouble. we talked it all over when we started the show and we found that there was ten times as much mischief in a cub or a puppy as there is in a grown up bear or dog, so we charged more; only as we don't mind a little mischief we make the babies pay only eight times as much as the others. it's simple and very natural, i think."
"that's true," said jimmieboy. "it isn't so odd after all."
[pg 189]
and then they went inside, where jimmieboy was received by the mayor, a very handsome lion, and his wife the lioness. all the other animals cheered and the little boy soon came to feel that he was surrounded by friends; strange friends perhaps, but faithful ones. he sat in the front of the mayor's box and watched the cage-enclosed ring in which the hagenbecks were to perform. a monkey band played several popular tunes in the gallery, after which the performance began.
first a baboon came out and announced a performance by six trained clowns, who he said would crack jokes and turn somersaults and make funny grimaces just as they did in their native lair. the monkey band struck up a tune and in ran the clowns. to jimmieboy's eyes they were merely plain everyday circus clowns, but the way the baboon made them prance around was wonderful.[pg 190] one of the clowns was a trifle sulky and didn't want to crack his joke, but the baboon kept flicking him with the end of his whip until finally he did crack it, although he might better not have done so for he did it so badly that he spoiled it.
after this a pelican walked out and announced with a proud air that he would now exhibit his flock of trained dudes, who would dance and sing, and wear beautiful clothes and put the heads of their canes in their mouths as intelligently as though they were pelicans and not dudes. jimmieboy was delighted with them, for after all he was quite like other boys and was accustomed to lavish a great deal of admiration upon such things as chewing gum and dudes. the most interesting feature of the dude exhibition was their chrysanthemum drill. it must have taken the pelican a long time to teach those dudes to pick up their[pg 191] chrysanthemums and place them in their little button-holes with such military precision as they displayed. everybody applauded this wildly and a great roar of laughter greeted the dudes' acknowledgment of the applause, for the magnificent way in which they took off their silk hats and bowed was truly droll.
"it's hard to believe they are merely human!" said the tiger to jimmieboy. "their intelligence is more that of the pelican than of the human kind."
"with a slight mixture of the monkey mind i should say, too," said the elephant. "i'm told these dudes are very imitative."
"the jumping billikins!" cried the manager of the exhibition.
"what on earth is a jumping billikins?" asked jimmieboy, who had never heard of an animal of that kind before.
"wait and see," said the tiger, with a[pg 192] laugh. "most people call him a nerve centre, but you wouldn't understand that, so i say wait and see."
as jimmieboy could do nothing else he waited and in a minute the jumping billikins appeared, followed by six men. the jumping billikins was nothing more than a pretty little boy, about five years of age, and what he did chiefly was to jump. the six men would put sofas about the ring and the jumping billikins would jump from one to the other as easily as though he were a real chamois-skin goat. then he gave a remarkable exhibition of his hopping powers. he hopped up and down on one leg for twenty-eight minutes, much to the wonderment of the elephant, who strong as he was couldn't hop on one leg at all.
"now watch the men," whispered the tiger. "the jumping billikins is going to have a romping match with them, and you'd[pg 193] hardly believe it but he'll have them worn out in less than five minutes and yet he'll be as fresh as a rose when he gets through."
jimmieboy watched, and such a romp as followed he never had seen before. the jumping billikins was everywhere all the time. one second he'd be riding pickaback on one man, the next you'd find him sitting on another man's head trying to put his feet into the vest pockets of the third and fourth men, while with his hands he'd be playing tag with the others. there was no describing that romp, but as the tiger had said, before five minutes the men were exhausted and the jumping billikins, fresh as ever, was bowing his thanks to the audience for their applause. then he walked proudly from the ring and the worn-out men were carried off by the baboon's assistants.
the next thing on the programme was a talking contest between a parrot and a chatterbox,[pg 194] but this jimmieboy never saw, for a sudden shriek from the engine waiting with the train at the station for his return called him away. the animals expressed their regret at his early departure and requested him to come again sometime, which the little fellow promised to do.
"i doan tink yo'll go again, mistah," said the porter, with a smile,[pg 195] as the train drew away from the station.
"why not?" asked jimmieboy.
"because——" said the porter. "be-cause——"
and then, strange to say, he faded out of sight and jimmieboy, rubbing his eyes, was astonished to find that he wasn't on a railway train at all but in his papa's lap, where he had been all along.
