So, though he could see that he was larger than a man, Umboo did not think much farther than this, and so he never made up his mind that, if he wanted to, he could run away, and that no one man could hold him. But perhaps it was just as well as it was, and that the elephant remained gentle and did as he was told, not trying to use his great strength against his friends.
One of the first things Umboo learned was to walk along, when he was told to do so in the Indian language.
At first Umboo did not know what this word meant. But his keeper gently p.r.i.c.ked him with a sharp hook, called an "ankus," and to get away from the p.r.i.c.k, which was like the bite of a big fly, Umboo stepped out and walked away.
"Ha! That is what I wanted you to do, little one," said the Indian, speaking to Umboo as he might to a child. And indeed the Indian mahouts consider their elephants almost like children.
When Umboo had learned that a certain word meant that he was to walk along, he was taught two others, one of which meant to go to the left, and the other to go to the right. Then, in a few weeks, he learned a fourth word, which meant to stand still, and then a fifth one, which meant to kneel down.
And though, at first, the elephant boy did not like doing the things he was told to do, as well as he had liked playing about in the jungle, he soon grew to see that his life was easier than it had been with Tusker and the others.
He never had to hunt for food, as it was brought to him by the keepers. Nor was he ever thirsty. And, best of all, he never had to drop what he was eating and run away, crashing through the jungle, because Tusker, or some other elephant had trumpeted the call of:
"Danger! I smell the man-smell!"
Umboo was used to the man-smell now, and knew that no harm would come to him. He knew the men were his friends.
And so he who had once been a wild baby elephant, grew to be a tame, big strong beast, who could carry heavy teakwood logs on his tusks, and pile them in great heaps near the river, where they were loaded upon great ships. Umboo did not know the boats were ships, but they were, and soon he was to have a ride in one. But I have not reached that part of his story yet.
Sometimes, instead of being made to pile the logs in the lumber yard, Umboo would be taken into the forest, where the Indians cut the trees down. The forest was something like the jungle where the boy elephant had once lived with Tusker and the others, and where he had played, and once been lost.
In the forest were great trees of teakwood and these the elephant workers had to drag out so they could be loaded upon carts, with great wooden wheels, and brought to the river. One day Umboo and Keedah were taken together to the teak forest.
"Now is our chance, Umboo," said the other elephant after a while as they went farther and farther into the woods. "Now is our chance!"
"Our chance for what?" asked Umboo, speaking in elephant talk, of course, and which the Indian keepers did not always understand.
"This is our chance to run away and go back to the jungle," went on Keedah. "When the men are not looking, after we have hauled out a few big logs, we will go away and hide. At night we can run off to the jungle."
"No," said Umboo, shaking his trunk, "I am not going to do it. If we run away they will find us and bring us back. Besides, I like it in the lumber yard. It is fun to pile up the big logs, and lay them straight."
"Pooh! I don"t think so," said Keedah, who had not given up all his wild ways. "I am going to run!"
And so, watching his chance, when the Indian men were not looking, Keedah sneaked off into the dark part of the woods. In a little while he was missed, and the keepers, with shouts, started after him. They tied Umboo to a tree with chains, leaving him there while they went to hunt Keedah.
"They need not have chained me," thought Umboo. "I would not run away.
I like my men friends too much, for they are good to me."
The keepers got other elephants and hunted Keedah in the forest. For three days they searched for him, and at last they found him and brought him back. For Keedah had forgotten some of his wildness, and did not know so well how to keep away from the men who were after him, as he had known when he lived in the herd, with Tusker to lead the way.
So Keedah, tired and dirty, and hungry too, it must be said--for he had not found good things to eat in the woods--Keedah was brought back. And he was kept chained up for a week, and given only water and not much food. This was to tame him down, and make him learn that it did not pay to run off when he was taken to the teakwood forest.
"I wish I had done as you did, and stayed," said Keedah sorrowfully to Umboo. "I am not going to run away any more."
So Umboo and the other wild elephants who were caught at the same time as he was, stayed around the lumber camp, and did work for their white and black masters. Sometimes a few of the elephants were sold, and taken away by Indian Princes, to live in stables near the palaces, to have gold and silver cloths fastened on their backs, and then the howdahs, in which rode the rich Indians, would be strapped on.
Sometimes other wild elephants were brought in, having been caught as Umboo had been. And once Umboo helped to tame one of these little wild ones, telling him to be nice, as he would be kindly treated and have food and water.
And one day new adventures came to Umboo.
By this time he was a big, strong elephant, nearly fully grown, for it was now many years since he had been a baby in the jungle. And one day, as he was standing near a pile of lumber, that he had helped to build, one of the white men, whom he knew, and who had been kind to Umboo, took a handkerchief from his white, linen coat pocket, and wiped his face, for the day was hot.
Then a little spirit of mischief seemed to enter Umboo. And this little spirit, or fairy, seemed to whisper:
"Take his handkerchief out of his pocket with your trunk, Umboo, and make believe wipe your own face with it. That will be a funny little trick, and will make the men laugh, and maybe they will give you some soft, brown sugar." This the elephants like very much.
Umboo saw the edge of the handkerchief sticking out of the man"s pocket. Very softly the elephant reached put his trunk and took it.
Then Umboo flourished the piece of white linen in the air, as the man had done, and pretended to use it, though Umboo"s face was much larger than the man"s, and really needed no handkerchief.
The man turned around, as he heard his friends laughing, and when he saw what Umboo had done the man smiled and said:
"Ha! That elephant is too smart to be piling lumber. I heard the other day where I could sell one to go in a circus. I"ll sell Umboo! He will make a good circus elephant, to do tricks."
And so Umboo was sold, though at first he did not know what that was, nor where he was to be taken. He only thought of how the men laughed when he took out the handkerchief from the pocket.
CHAPTER XIII
UMBOO ON THE SHIP
The man who bought Umboo was one who owned part of a circus. He traveled about in India, and other far-off countries, looking for strange animals that he could send to America, across the ocean, where they would be put in cages and tents and shown to boys and girls, and also grown-up folk. You may think a circus is all fun and peanuts and pink lemonade, but it also teaches us something. Without a circus many boys and girls would never know what an elephant looks like; or a lion, or tiger or camel, except, perhaps, by pictures.
"And I"ll send this trick elephant over to a circus," said the man who had bought Umboo from the lumber yard. "I think he will be a smart elephant, and make the boys and girls laugh." He knew Umboo liked boys and girls, for many of them had ridden on his back as he worked in the lumber yard.
"I thought Umboo was smart as soon as I saw him take the handkerchief from my pocket," said the lumber man to the circus man. "That is why I sent for you to let you buy him. For I knew you wanted a smart, young elephant for your circus."
"Yes, I am glad to get Umboo," spoke the circus man. "I wonder if he will do that handkerchief trick again? I"ll try him."
So the circus man stood near our elephant friend, and let the end of his handkerchief stick a little way out of his pocket.
Umboo knew at once what was wanted of him.
"I"ll just pull that white rag out and hear the men laugh," thought the elephant boy to himself. "I don"t know why they think it is so funny, but I"ll do it. I guess they would think it more funny if they could have seen me knock Keedah into the river."
Umboo reached out his trunk, when the man"s back was turned toward him, and gently took out the handkerchief. Then the big elephant boy pretended to wipe his face with it.
"Ha! Ha!" laughed the circus man. "That is a good trick! I must give the elephant a big lump of sugar."
He did so, and Umboo liked it very much, letting the sweet juice trickle down his throat.
"I wish they would give me sugar every time I take out the white rag,"
thought Umboo. "It"s fun!"
After this Umboo did not pile lumber any more. He was taken out of the yard, and kept by himself in a small stable, and given nice things to eat until one day the circus man opened the door and called: