Down the mountain went Dido and his keeper. Soon they came to a little town, or village. Dido did not know what it was, but he saw many houses, which were larger than the den he had lived in among the rocks, and he saw many men, like his kind keeper, and women and boys and girls.
When Dido’s keeper led him through the village streets the boys and girls crowded about to see the bear.
“Now, Dido,” said the man, “you shall dance for them.”
Then the man played a tooting tune on his horn and Dido danced as he had been taught to do. Around and around he went, first lifting up one foot, then the other, the horn playing all the while.
“Good, Dido! Good!” said the man.
The children clapped their hands and laughed, and the older folks tossed money into the hat of the keeper as he passed it around.
“Now march like a soldier!” said the man, and Dido did. Then the bear climbed a tree, and turned a somersault, and the children laughed louder than before, and clapped their hands harder.
“What a funny dancing bear!” cried a little girl.
“I wish we had him for a pet,” said a little boy.
“Ah, ha! I cannot give away my dancing bear,” said the man. “He and I are going to a far country.”