"This is the circus," spoke Wang. "But I forgot. This is your first one; isn't it?"
"The very first," answered Umboo. "My! It's lots different from the barn where I learned my tricks, isn't it?"
"Oh, yes, heaps different. It's more jolly," said Wang.
"And it's different from the jungle," went on Umboo.
"Oh, yes indeed! It isn't at all like the jungle," said Wang. "I remember the jungle very well. I always had to be sniffing here and there for danger, and often I had to drink muddy water, or else I went hungry. Here that never happens. All we have to do here is to perform our tricks, push a wagon out of the mud now and then, and eat and sleep. You'll like it here, Umboo."
"I'm sure I shall," he answered. "But what is that funny noise?"
"That is the music playing," answered Wang. "In the circus we do our tricks to band music. It's more fun that way."
Umboo liked the music, and there was one man who played a big horn—larger than himself, and the horn went: "Umph-umph!" just as Tusker used to trumpet through his trunk.
Umboo and the other elephants were taken into the animal tent, and placed around the outer ring, their legs chained to stakes driven in the ground. In cages were monkeys, lions, tigers and other beasts of the wood or jungle.
"Was it this circus of ours which you were first taken to, Umboo?" asked Humpo. "I came here about a year ago."