‘“What is the meaning of that hard word?” inquired a third circus man
who was present.
‘“In the vulgar tongue, up the spout,” replied the defaulter.
‘“Then what made the box so heavy?” inquired his friend.
‘“A score of bricks,” suggested the third party.
‘“Wrong, cully,” said the Artful Dodger. “I couldn’t have smuggled
bricks into the room without being observed; but a big screw went
through the bottom of the box, and held it fast to the floor.”
‘Another of the stories I have alluded to relates to a man that used to
look after an elephant in a circus, and put him through his performance.
He got pretty deeply in debt—the man I mean—in a midland town where the
circus had been staying some time, and his creditor, not being able to
obtain payment, and finding that the company were about to remove to
another town, determined to arrest him.
‘The cavalcade of horses, performing mules, camels, and other quadrupeds
was just ready to start from the circus when the sheriff’s officer
appeared on the scene, and tapped his man on the shoulder. He was
recognized at a glance, and the man ran into the stables, with the
sheriff’s officer after him. Running to the elephant, the debtor dived
under its belly, and took up a safe position on the other side of the
beast. The officer attempted a passage in the rear, but was cut off by a
sudden movement of the elephant’s hind quarters. Then he screwed up his
courage for a dive under the animal’s belly, but the beast turned its
head, and fetched him a slap with its trunk.
‘“I’ll have you, if I wait here all day,” said he, as he drew back
hastily.
‘“You had better not wait till I unfasten this chain,” says the elephant
keeper, pretending to do what he threatened.
‘The officer growled, and went off to find the proprietor; but he didn’t
succeed, and when he returned to the stables, his man was gone. That was
as good a dodge as the lion-tamer’s, who, when the officers went to the
circus to arrest him, took refuge in the cage containing the lions. They
looked through the grating, and saw him in the midst of a group of lions
and lionesses. They were philosophic enough to console themselves with
the reflection that their man would come out when he wanted his dinner;
but they had not waited long when the lions began to roar.
‘“The lions are getting hungry,” says the keeper. “If he lets them out
of the cage, you will have to run.”
‘The officers exchanged frightened glances, and were out of the show in
two minutes.
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