"Oh, please, would you tell us about it?" said Dorcas.
The Mastodon rocked to and fro on his huge feet, embarrassedly.
"If--if it would please the company--"
Everybody looked at the Buffalo Chief, for, after all, it was he who began the party. The old bull pawed dust and blew steam from his nostrils, which was a perfectly safe thing to do in case the story didn't turn out to his liking.
"Tell, tell," he agreed, in a voice like a man shouting down twenty rain barrels at once.
And looking about slyly with his little twinkling eyes at the attentive circle, the Mastodon began.