“Still in the Gilliken country, I think, but headed in the right direction. All we have to do is to keep going South,” said the Elegant Elephant cheerfully.
“But we’ve had nothing to eat since morning,” objected Pompadore.
“That’s so,” agreed Kabumpo, scratching his head thoughtfully, “and not a house in sight!”
“But I smell something cooking,” insisted the Prince, sniffing hungrily.
“So do I,” said the Elegant Elephant, lifting his trunk, “and it smells like soup. Let’s follow our noses, Pompa, my boy.”
“Yours is the longest,” laughed the Prince, as Kabumpo swung him upon the elephant’s back. So, guided by the fragrant whiffs that came floating toward them, Kabumpo set out through the trees.
Chapter 12
The Delicious Sea of Soup
“Strange that we don’t see any houses,” puffed Kabumpo, swinging along rapidly.