# St. Nicholas/Volume 32/Number 5/Wild-animal Farm

A Wild-animal Farm
By Francis Arnold Collins.
“This camel ’s had more than a barrel of water, and he drinks faster than I can pump,” he complained, “and he’s the first of the herd I 've watered.”
The wild-animal farmer appeared in the doorway.
“Well, you see,” said he, good-naturedly, “the critter has eight stomachs, and it takes time to fill ’em up. Anyway, it will last him a week, you know.”
“And the zebras carried away four lengths of fence this morning. We can’t catch ’em, and must wait till they come home for dinner. And we could n’t get the kinks out of the llamas’ coats.”
And he went back to the pump, unloosened the patient old camel, and proceeded to fill up his seventh or eighth stomach.
“Have to de the best you can,” the farmer said. “I ’d sooner farm a thousand cows than that fifty head of camel and dromedaries, let alone the zebras, llamas, and yaks.”
Meanwhile herds of outlandish-looking animals crowd the quaint old farm-buildings on every hand. In the camel-yards half a hundred of these curious ships of the desert lie becalmed. The llamas are craning their long, thin necks nervously through the bars of what was once a cow-shed. Great curly-haired, wide-eyed yaks are munching their fodder in the horse-mangers. The zebras, with their barred coats glistening in the sun, are scattered grazing over the broad meadows.
Come good crops or bad, the wild-animal farm does a thriving business. Its cosmopolitan population, gathered from Asia, Africa, India, from every clime, do not take kindly to farm-work, The camels refuse to plow; no amount of urging will induce the zebras to do the work of horses; nor will the yaks or the sacred cows do the work of ordinary oxen. Actually the farm is a great animal boarding-house, with “boarders” from all over the world. The farm, which comprises some three hundred acres, is located near Allentown, in Pennsylvania. Its population last year numbered more than three hundred “head” of different kinds of stock and comprised a large and fairly complete menagerie.
During the summer months the entire population of the wild-animal farm travels about the country in the vans of the “Greatest Show on Earth.” Early each fall the animals return to their quiet Pennsylvania farm to enjoy a well-earned vacation. It is a great day for the countryside, for miles in all directions, when the circus comes to the country. The great herds of camels, dromedaries, yaks, buffalo, llamas, and the rest, are shipped to the nearest railroad point and paraded across country to their winter quarters, The caravan makes a very pretty picture as it moves slowly along, up hill and down dale, over the quiet country roads.
Zebras in an every-day American barnyard.
A dromedary, or “two-masted” ship of the desert, in his American home.
A drove of camels.
bands, the simple background of an ordinary farm seems somehow strangely unsuited to them. The Pennsylvania farm has been chosen for a winter home because of its great roomy stone barns, the high roofs where even a giraffe need not stoop, the wealth of out-buildings, and the strong fences. Certainly such farm buildings never sheltered more remarkable stock. The
A promenade on the village street.
​familiar interiors, with the stalls and the hay-mows, borrow a strangely foreign air from the long rows of curious long-haired and horned inhabitants. A group of camels or yaks being fed about an ordinary haystack catches one’s eye as he leaves the barn; while on another side the farm-boy is letting down the bars for the sacred cows. Even the staid old farm-house looks self-conscious and out of place when surrounded by a herd of dromedaries, zebras, or llamas.
The llamas posing for their pictures.
The difficulties of animal farming are, of course, endless. For one thing the wilder animals draw the race line very strictly. The domestic and the wild animals, even of the same species, never live happily together. The sacred cow will not graze peacefully with her domesticated sister—neither seems happy. To put zebras and horses in the same pasture, however large it may be, brings about instant and violent conflicts. And for all the years the circus animals have wintered among such civilizing influences on their Pennsylvania farm, they remain persistently ignorant of many things which an ordinary barnyard animal accepts as a matter of course. The llamas never respect fences, even very high and strong ones. Not one of them is of the slightest value for ordinary farm work. To herd them, since many of them are so powerful and swift of foot, is, perhaps, the most difficult of the chores on this extraordinary farm. Beyond all, the feeding is an endless task, since many of the “boarders” must be fed separately, and each has some absurd prejudices all his own.
It is little wonder, then, that the new chore-boy on the wild-animal farm regarded his daily round of duties with despair.