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But they stopped him when Humpo got at him! They wore him down then! He was like that wolf then with a rope round his neck, tied to a post, and every time he'd fly out with, 'Look here Look here the rope would catch him and throttle him and over he'd go and Humpo in worrying him again. "Like this. Link on link of the chain against him and brick by brick of the wall around him. Like this.
"Weren't you dreadfully scared, Umboo, when you found out you were lost in the jungle?" "Indeed I was," answered the elephant boy, who was telling his story to his friends in the big, white tent. "I was lost once, in the jungle like that," went on the monkey chap, "and all I had to eat was a cocoanut. And I " "Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" cried Humpo the camel.
Ah, it struck him then as peculiar, this sitting down? As if perhaps the purchaser was under a strain? No, not for that reason customers didn't as a rule sit in his shop, because he didn't as a rule have a chair in front of the counter for them to sit on. Court howls with laughter in relief from tension. Humpo says sternly, 'This is no laughing matter, sir.
"I'm glad you liked my story, Humpo, but I'm sure Umboo's will be better than mine. And don't forget the funny part, my big elephant friend." "What funny part is that?" asked Horni, the rhinoceros. "Oh, I guess he means where I once filled my trunk with water and squirted some on a man, as I did on the monkeys just now," said the swaying elephant. "Why did you do that?" Chako wanted to know.
"Shakes. "'Not at your house! Odd. Where, then? "'Look here "'Where then? "'Look here "'Answer the question, sir. Where is this straw hat? "'Look here Gulps. 'Look here Gulps again. 'Look here. I lost it in the sea at Brighton. "Humpo draws in his breath. Stares at him for two solid minutes without speaking. Then say, like one speaking to a ghost, 'You lost it in the sea at Brighton!
And the end was quicker than nothing. Twyning pulls Humpo's coat and points at Sabre's hat, soft hat, on the ledge before him. Humpo nods, delighted. "'And did she carry out her intention, sir? Did she clean your straw hat for you? "Nods. "'You don't appear to be wearing it? "Shakes. "'Pray, where, then, is this straw hat to clean which you obtained the oxalic acid? Is it at your house?
They can't bite as you monkeys can, nor as lions and tigers can. But my mother lifted me up in her trunk to put me on her back." "What did she want to do that for?" asked Humpo, the camel. "Was a hunter coming with a gun?" "No, but she was going to swim across the river with the rest of the herd," answered Umboo, "and she knew I was too little to know how to swim yet.
And maybe Umboo's jungle story will go in a book, as mine did." "Is yours in a book?" asked Humpo, the camel. "It is," answered Snarlie, and he did not speak at all proudly as some tigers might. "My story is in a book, and there are pictures of me, and also Toto, the little Indian princess. For I came from India, just as Umboo did." "Now who is talking?" asked Woo-Uff, the lion.
'Was he, indeed? There were perhaps great friends of his own standing there, one or two men chums, no doubt? 'No one! No one! cries the old man. 'No one but an old invalid lady, nigh bedridden, past seventy, and my daughter, my daughter, my Effie. "That was all very well, all very well, says Humpo. Mr.
He said very slowly, trying each word, like a chap feeling along on thin ice; he said, 'Effie asked me to get it to clean my straw hat for me for Brighton. "That Humpo!
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