For many days Dido traveled with the man, walking from town to town, sometimes to big cities. At night the man would take a blanket from the bundle on his back, roll himself up in it and go to sleep under a haystack or a bush. He would tie Dido to a tree, and the bear would go to sleep, too. Only Dido did not have to wrap himself up in a blanket, as he had a big, thick warm overcoat of fur. This was in the summer time, when it was not too cold for the man to sleep out of doors.
With the money which the people tossed into the hat after they had watched the dancing bear, the man would buy things to eat for himself and for Dido. And thus they traveled on and on until finally they came to the seashore.
“Now we will take a ship and go across the ocean,” said the man.
Dido did not know what the ocean was, but he saw a lot of water, much more than was in the blue mountain lake. But it was not the same kind. For, when Dido lapped up some with his red tongue, the water was salty.
“Wuff! I do not like that water!” said Dido to himself.
Dido’s master led him through a long shed and up on the ship. Of course Dido did not know what a ship was, but soon he found himself in a little room with his keeper and he knew it was all right. So Dido went to sleep.
When he awakened he felt himself swaying up and down as he had often swayed when in the top of a tree.
“This is queer,” thought Dido. “I am not in a tree, but I am going up and down. What makes it?”
It was a ship, you see, tossing on the ocean waves. In about a week Dido and his master had crossed the ocean and were in America. The ship reached the big city of New York, and Dido was ready for many new adventures.