CHAPTER II—“HIME” LOOK’S HOMECOMING WITH AN ELEPHANT
AND TROUBLE AND A FEW OTHER THINGS
“Go ask your mother for fifteen cents
To see the elephant jump the fence,
He jumps so high that he’ll hit the sky,
And he won’t come down till the Fourth of July.”
A GRIMY, wrinkled and slouchy elephant, pudging ahead and straining at his rusty harness, followed by eight horses plodding two and two, was drawing a train of vehicles whose outlines were almost hidden by the dust cloud rolling up from under the scuffing hoofs. Through puffs of dust, glass surfaces sparkled dully, and there was an occasional glint of gilt. The leading waggon could be more plainly seen.
“It’s a reg’lar circus cart,” said Brickett, wonderingly.
They all perceived that the shape of the waggon’s body was the simulacrum of a large caravel whose bow and stern rose high in the air.