"We now shall have the privilege Of witnessing the Whale Come forth, and set our teeth on edge By standing on his tail.
"When this is done, he"ll open wide That wondrous mouth of his, And let us see how the inside Of such great creatures is;
"And those who wish to take a trip-- Like Jonah took one time-- Can through his mammoth larynx slip For one small silver dime.
"For dollars ten, he"ll take you to The coast of Labrador, The Arctic Ocean he"ll go through For dollars twenty-four;
"And should you wish to see the Pole, He"ll take you safely there, If you will pay the usual toll-- Ten thousand is the fare."
"I"d like to go to the North Pole," said Jimmieboy.
"Got ten thousand dollars in your pocket?" queried the Imp, with a snicker.
"No; but I"ve got a dollar in my iron bank," said Jimmieboy; "perhaps he"d take me for that."
[Ill.u.s.tration: YOUR EARS WOULD BE FROZEN SOLID.]
"Very likely he would," said the Imp. "These circus fellows will do almost anything for money; but when he got you there he would tell you you could stay there until you paid the other $9999; and think how awful that would be. Why, your ears would be frozen solid inside of four weeks."
"Is it as cold as that at the Pole?" said Jimmieboy.
"Colder!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed the Imp. "Why, when I was there once I felt chilly in spite of my twenty-eight seal-skin sacques and sixty-seven m.u.f.flers, so I decided to build a fire. I got the f.a.gots all ready, lit the match, and what do you suppose happened?"
"What?" queried Jimmieboy, in a whisper, for he was a little awed by the Imp"s manner. "Wouldn"t the match light?"
"Worse than that," replied the Imp. "It lit, but before I could touch it to the f.a.gots the flame froze!"
Jimmieboy eyed the Imp closely. This seemed to him so like a fairy story, in which the first half is always untrue and the last half imaginary, that he did not exactly know whether the Imp meant him to believe all he said or not. It did him no particular good, though, to scrutinize the Imp"s countenance, for that worthy gave not the slightest sign that there was any room for doubt as to the truth of this story; indeed, he continued:
"Why, the last time I went to the North Pole I took forty-seven thermometers to register the coolth of it, and the mercury not only went down to the very bottom of every one of them, but went down so quickly that it burst through the gla.s.s bulb that marked 4006 below zero, and fell eight miles more before it even began to slow up. It was so cold that some milk I carried in a bottle was frozen so hard that it didn"t thaw out for sixteen months after I got back, although I kept it in boiling water all the time, and one of the Esquimaux who came up there in midsummer to shoot polar bears had to send for a plumber after his return home to thaw out his neck, which had frozen stiff."
"Maybe that is why the Whale charges so much to take people there,"
suggested Jimmieboy.
"It is, exactly. There is no risk about it for him, but he has to eat so much hot coal and other things to warm him up, that really it costs him nearly as much as he gets to make the trip. I don"t believe that he clears more than half a dollar on the whole thing, even when he is crowded," said the Imp.
"Crowded?" echoed Jimmieboy. "What do you mean by that?"
"Crowded? Why, crowded is an English word meaning jamful and two more,"
said the Imp.
"But crowded with what?" queried Jimmieboy.
"Why, pa.s.sengers, of course. What did you suppose? Ink bottles?"
"Then he takes more than one pa.s.senger at a time," said Jimmieboy.
"Certainly he does. He"ll hold twenty-five boys of your size in comfort, thirty-five in discomfort, forty-five in an emergency, and fifty at a pinch," said the Imp. "But see here, we are losing a lot of circus.
There goes the Educated Scallop out of the ring now. I"m sorry you missed him, for he is a tender."
"A what?"
"A tender. That is, he is ten times as marvellous as a wonder. Why that Scallop is the finest comic actor you ever saw. His imitation of a party of sharks off manning is simply the most laughable thing I ever saw,"
said the Imp, enthusiastically.
"I wish I could understand half of what you say," said Jimmieboy, looking wistfully at the Imp. "Because if I did, you know, I might guess the rest."
"What is it you don"t understand now?" asked the Imp.
"What is a party of sharks off manning?" queried Jimmieboy.
"Did you ever see a man fishing?" questioned the Imp.
"Yes."
"Well, if a man can fish, why shouldn"t a fish man? Sharks can catch men just as easily as men can catch sharks, and the Scallop shows how sharks behave when they catch men--that"s all."
"I wish I"d seen it; can"t you turn back to that page in the book, and have it done all over again?" asked the boy.
"No, I can"t," said the Imp. "It"s against the rules of the Library. It hurts a book to be turned back, just as much as it hurts your little finger to be turned back, and in nine cases out of ten turning back pages makes them dogeared; and dogs, or anything that even suggests dogs, are not allowed here. Why, if the other Imps who own this Library with me knew that I had even mentioned dogs they would suspend me for a week. But, my dear boy, we really must stop talking. This time we missed the Crab with the iron claw--why, that Crab can crack hickory nuts with that claw when he"s half asleep; and when he"s wide awake he can hold a cherry stone a hundred miles a minute, and that"s holding mighty fast, I can tell you. Let"s hear what the Book has to say now."
"Bang!" said the Book.
"Dear me!" cried the Imp. "Did you hear that!"
"Yes," said Jimmieboy. "What does it mean?"
"It means the circus is all over," said the Imp. "That was the shutting of the Book we heard. It"s too bad; but there are other things quite as well worth seeing here. I"ll tell you what we"ll do--I"ll find the Pixyweevil Poetry Book, and turn that on, and while you are listening, I"ll see who that is ringing, for I am quite sure the bell rang a minute ago."
VII
_THE POETRY BOOK, AND THE END_
The Imp then arranged the wires so that the Poetry Book could recite itself to Jimmieboy, after which he went back to his office to see who it was that had been ringing the bell.
"My first poem," said a soft silvery voice from the top shelf, towards which Jimmieboy immediately directed his attention--"my first poem is a perfect gem. I have never seen anything anywhere that could by any possibility be finer than it is, unless it be in my new book, which contains millions of better ones. It is called, "To a Street Lamp," and goes this way:
"You seem quite plain, old Lamp, to men, Yet "twould be hard to say What we should do without you when Night follows on the day;
"And while your lumination seems Much less than that of sun, I truly think but for your beams We would be much undone.
"And who knows, Lamp, but to some wight, Too small for me to see, You are just such a wondrous sight As old Sol is to me!
"Isn"t that just terribly lovely?" said the soft silvery voice when the poem was completed.