Shaggo was a very strong and mighty buffalo, but as he looked at the immense head and legs of the elephant while Tum Tum pushed the wagon back up the hill, Shaggo thought:
“Here is one who is mightier than I.”
There were busy times for the next few days. The cage of Shaggo, as well as the cages of the other animals, together with the tents, the stoves, the band wagons, the steam calliope wagon and all the other things that go to make up a circus were loaded on railroad cars, and the circus started on its summer wanderings.
By this time Shaggo was getting used to traveling on a railroad, and did not mind it much. In the same car with him was a cage in which a handsome black and yellow striped animal paced up and down.
For some time this animal did not speak to Shaggo. He kept marching up and down in his cage, and, now and then, he would rise up on his hind legs and paw at the iron bars.
“Excuse me,” said Shaggo, after a while, “but are you trying to get loose?”
“No. I know better than to try that,” was the answer. “I have been in my cage so long I am used to it now. But at times I wish I might go back to my jungle.”
“I have heard Tum Tum and Mappo speak of the jungle,” said Shaggo. “You are neither an elephant nor a monkey. What are you?”
“I am a tame tiger, and my name is Tamba,” was the reply.