Weeks before the date of the great event, the barns and sheds and
every available wall in the little village, to which the boy often
went with his father, would be covered with gorgeous pictures
announcing the many startling, stupendous, wonders, to be seen for so
small a price. There was a hippopotamus of such size that a boat load
of twenty naked savages was not for him a mouthful. There were
elephants so huge that the house where the boy lived was but a play
house beside them. There were troops of aerial artists, who, on wires
and rings and trapeze and ladders and ropes, did daring, dreadful,
death defying, deeds, that no simian in his old world forest would
ever think of attempting. There was a great, glittering, gorgeous,
procession, of such length that the farther end was lost beyond the
distant horizon and tents that covered more acres of ground than the
boy could see from the top of the orchard hill.
Wonderful promises of the billboards! Wonderful! Wonderful promises of
the billboards of Life! Wonderful!
Then would follow the days of waiting--the endless days of
waiting--when the boy, with the help of the little girl, would try to
be everything that the billboards pictured, from the roaring lion in
his cage to the painted clown who cut such side splitting capers and
the human fly that, with her gay Japanese parasol, walked upside down
upon a polished ceiling. When circus day was coming, the fairies and
knights and princes and soldiers and all their tried and true
companions were forced to go somewhere--anywhere--out of the boy's
way. There was no time, in those busy days, even for fishing. The old
mill pond had no charm that was not exceeded by the promises of the
billboards. The earth itself, indeed, was merely a place upon which to
pitch a circus tent. The charms of the little girl, even, were almost
totally eclipsed by the captivating loveliness of those ladies who, in
spangled tights of blue and pink and red, hung by their teeth at dizzy
heights, bestrode glittering wheels upon slack wires, or were shot
from cannon to soar, amid black smoke and lurid flame, like angels,
far above the heads of the common people.
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