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That was why he was called Bumpo he was always bumping his head, though it did not hurt him very much, for he was covered with a heavy growth of hair. "Well, what is it, if you know?" asked Mappo, for he was looking at the big, round, brown thing, and trying to guess what it was.
But the only thing he could find was an old watch with the hands broken and the back dented in; and we decided this would not bring us in enough money to buy much more than a pound of tea. Bumpo suggested that he sing comic songs in the streets which he had learned in Jolliginki. But the Doctor said he did not think that the islanders would care for African music.
So we crossed the street again and slipped into the bed-maker's shop while the Doctor was still busy with his boots. "Don Enrique," said Bumpo, "allow me to introduce myself. I am the Crown Prince of Jolliginki. Would you care to have a small bet with me on to-morrow's bullfight?" Don Enrique bowed. "Why certainly," he said, "I shall be delighted. But I must warn you that you are bound to lose.
But the Doctor asked him not to make so much noise about it; and when he had closed his medicine-bag in a hurry he told him to open the prison-door. Bumpo begged that he might keep the looking-glass, as it was the only one in the Kingdom of Jolliginki, and he wanted to look at himself all day long. But the Doctor said he needed it to shave with.
But then again, he MIGHT stay white I had never used that mixture before. To tell the truth, I was surprised, myself, that it worked so well. But I had to do something, didn't I? I couldn't possibly scrub the King's kitchen for the rest of my life. It was such a dirty kitchen! I could see it from the prison-window. Well, well! Poor Bumpo!"
Certain men of a certain quality, worried and hampered, are liable to resort to stimulants; the same sort of men, unhampered, need no stimulants at all. To such as these pure air and nature are stimulants sufficient. Whoever heard of a drunken pioneer and facer of natural difficulties, from Natty Bumpo of imagination to Kit Carson of reality? John Appleman as a soldier did not drink.
"Prince Bumpo," said the Doctor, looking thoughtfully at the bottles in his medicine-bag, "supposing I made your hair a nice blonde color would not that do instead to make you happy?" "No," said Bumpo. "Nothing else will satisfy me. I must be a white prince." "You know it is very hard to change the color of a prince," said the Doctor "one of the hardest things a magician can do.
In one of the hottest scrimmages, when the enemy had broken a particularly wide hole through the fence, I saw Long Arrow's great figure topple and come down with a spear sticking in his broad chest. For another half-hour Bumpo and the Doctor fought on side by side. How their strength held out so long I cannot tell, for never a second were they given to get their breath or rest their arms.
How much?" "Oh a mere truffle," said Bumpo "just for the fun of the thing, you know. What do you say to three-thousand pesetas?" "I agree," said the Spaniard bowing once more. "I will meet you after the bullfight to-morrow." "So that's all right," said Polynesia as we came out to join the Doctor. "I feel as though quite a load had been taken off my mind."
The Daniel Boone of history must have had, we feel, the nobler qualities of Bumpo; how otherwise did he do what it was his destiny to do? In the same way, the Indian of Cooper is the red man in his pristine home before the day of fire-water and Agency methods. It may be that what to us to-day seems a too glorified picture is nearer the fact than we are in a position easily to realize.
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