The Kenosha telegraph. [volume] (Kenosha, Wis.) 1860-1888, 1883-07-13
BOBOLO'S WHIPPING.


King, and consequently he was Prince.
1t is true that his father was only King
of a Kaffir tribe of negroes in Africa,
but, as he knew nothing about the
great world away from the part of At
RIGA he lived in, he fancied himself the
greatest man in the world.
If Bobolo had not been a Prince, he
might have been very nice boy, but,
as it was, he was so spoiled by being
petted and told he was better than any
other boy that he made himself so dis
agreeable that nobody could love him.
But that fact did not make much diff
ference to Bobolo, for he never knew it,
because nobody dared to say it. He
had a great many slaves of about his
own age, and he made them his COM
panions.
When he was in good humor he
would treat these little slaves very
well, but when he was cross-which
was most of the time-ne would slash
right and left among them with lit
tie whip which he had which was made
of the tough hide of the hippopotamus.
Sometimes he did not even wait until
he was cross to whip his little compan-
ions; but would cut away at their bare
legs just for the fun, as he said, of see
ing them dance, for, though Bobolo was
notyery strong, his whip was very hard
and he knew how to use it.
Among the slave boys, the strongest
and quickest was Kami. He was year
older than Bobolo, and was as kind and
obliging as any boy could be. These
good qualities did not make Bobolo
treat him any better than he did the
others. On the contrary, Kami seemed
to catch the whip oftener than anybody
else. The reason for this. was not that
Bobolo disliked him, but because he
liked him. He wanted Kami with him
all the time; and SO when he was angry
poor Kami was sure to be near, and
consequently was the easiest to beat.
And what made it harder to bear was
that the boys in Africa do not wear any
clothes, and SO there was nothing be-
tween Kami's skin and the whip.
One night when the boys were going
to bed-Kami slept in the same room
with Bobolo-Bobolo felt cross and
would not be satisfied with anything
that was done for him. 1t made him
crosser still to see how contented Kami
looked, so he took up his whip and sud-
denly struck him. Kami gave a great
Jump and cried out with pain
"What's the matter with yOu?" said
Bobolo.
"You hurt me,'' sobbed Kami, rub
bling the place where he had been hit.
Hurt your Knocked Bobolo, strik-
ing him again. "You big baby! Now
you've something to cry for. Wouldn't
cry for little thing like that!'
Nobody ever struck you," sobbed
Kami; ''you don't know how it hurts.''
81 should think not!' cried Bobolo,
with a sheer. ''Strike mel q Prince.
But know 1 wouldn't cry, anyhow!'
Kami did not answer again, for he
knew it might only bring him another
blow with the whip. He quietly laid
himself down and prepared to sleep.
But Bobolo was not sleepy, and he
would not have Kami be so. He snarled
like little dog:
"Get out of there! You can lie on the
ground tonight; | want your bedr'
Kami knew it would do no good to
complain; SO he quietly got up, lodged
blow of the whip, and waited patient
ly until his ugly master should lie down.
Bobolo scolded little while, and then
took his place in Kami's bed.
1t did not matter much to Kami, for
his bed was only an antelope skin, and
he could sleep just as well on the
ground. He would have gone to Bob
olo's bed, but he did not dare; so he
crouched down in one corner of the
room, and before long both he and his
master were fast asleep.
Late that night there was sudden
commotion in the village. Somebody
had given the alarm that elephants were
coming; and the whole village was
reused in an instant.
We who live in great cities far from
wild beasts can not at first see why the
coming of elephants should create such
stir; but when it is known how the ne
groes live, we can understand better.
Their huts are small and frail, and the
only protection the villages have against
the thousands of wild beasts in the for
ests round about is slight fence of
wood and vines. This does fairly well
to keep out the smaller animals; but
when herd of elephants, each one as
big and even bigger than Jumbo comes
marching along, the fence is no more to
them than sheet of tissue paper would
be to man.
1t is not that the elephants are wicked
and wish to do any harm, but because
they are so huge that they do not think
anything more of crashing through a
village than thoughtless child does of
putting its foot on tiny ants nest So
when the alarm was givon this night,
every man and woman in the village
rushed out, shouting and screaming,
some running this way and some that
The men at once caught up blazing
torches from the fire to throw at the
elephants, because they knew that the
great creatures are afraid of flames.
The women, at first, did not seem to
know what to do, but suddenly one of
them cried out: The children! the
children!''
You might have thought, to hear
them, that they were afraid some harm
might happen to the little ones; but it
was no such matter. There is belief
in some parts of Africa that elephants
are afraid of the voices of children. So
it usually happens that when herd of
elephants is known to be coming, the
women all rush to their huts and drag
out the children and whip them well to
make them scream. 1t is not very nice
for the children, of course, but it is
done, nevertheless, and consequently
on this night, at the cry of 1.-THE chill
drenp' all the women rushed to their
huts.
Among others Bobolo' mother ran to
her hut. Not to get dear Bobolo, for
he must never be touched with the
whip, but to get Kami. She was in a
great hurry, and rushed to Kami's bed,
anu taking hold of the little sleeper
there. dragged him, haf-awake only,
out into the street, and there laid on
the whip so soundly that the little fell
low was moved to do his FIJI share TO-
ward soaring the elephant. How he
did Yell And the more he yelled and
struggled, the harder she whipped.
The elephants were frightened away
at last, and the children were led back
to the hut and put to bed again.
There probably was never more as
tonished boy than Bobolo was that