“Yes, you are quite fat, I think Chunky would be a good name for you,” went on the white hunter, and so the hippo was named over again, the same name his mother’s friend had given him in the jungle.
For many more days the white and black men traveled on with the live animals they had caught. Then, one morning, after quite a long march, Chunky noticed that the black men suddenly stopped singing and broke into loud cries. They seemed quite happy.
“What do you suppose has happened?” asked Gimpy, as he stood up in his traveling cage.
“I don’t know,” answered Short Tooth. “Maybe they have caught an elephant.”
“I hope it’s my friend, Tum Tum,” thought Chunky. “I’d like to see him now.”
CHAPTER VIII
CHUNKY ON A SHIP
Standing up in the cage made of jungle vines, Chunky, the happy hippo—happy even though he had been caught and taken away from home—listened, hoping to hear the trumpeting of his friend, Tum Tum, the jolly elephant. But no such sound came. Instead, the black men shouted more loudly than before, and began dancing.
“What is it all about?” asked Chunky of some monkeys who had been caught a few days before. “Why are the men shouting?”