The daily morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven, Conn.) 1894-1907, 1899-11-04

| @'N'~ " ~hiilSliNcl DIS we lHlllh IL 10,
In my foolishness suggested that tn
number of miles was known and
nave seldom been more COMPOUNDED II
argument than / was by his reply.
Miles? What's a mile? | believe
mile isn't so long as we think is is, no
a yard, nor an inch. We magnify, ant
nothlns's as big as it looks" / tried tt
consider soberly upon this statement
but l felt the whole ground of my be
ile1s rushing past me and swinging int
space The more one thinks about it thu
more dizzy one becomes, and longs fol
some hold upon fact. Montaigne, per
maps, might have done justice to sucf
a theme. |, however, had better leave
the plain statement for your considera
ton.
But my compaion gave me little time
/ in which to exercise my amazed
thoughts, for he was off again in a veir
of Renaissance. You mustn't disap-
point an elephant. l remember once
when ! was with travelling menagerie
we had an elephant that used to shift
the tents and carts about when we gave
a performance and when the work was
done they used to take him loaf of
bread. ! told them it wouldn't do. |
SAID, Drop that, or there will be trouble
over 1t: l never knew any good to come
of coddling Elephants Well, one Sun
day morning we arrived at a village
where we could get no bread the
bakers shop was shut, or something;
and when the shifting was done, off
went the elephant as usual to the liv
ing-van. Some one tried to stop him
going, but he shoudered through the
crowd in way that meant business.
When he found there was no bread, he
just took hold of that van and tipped
it over and danced on it. and / guess
there wasn't less than fifty pounds
worth of damage done that morning.
No, you mustn't coddle them"
Mr. Lorenzo was called away here to
attend to the wants of some other of
his charges, and ! remained gazing at
the monster before me, grim and gray
like old Time the very age of it made
me tired. All round me, in the other
cages, the business of feeding and clean
ing was going forward; loaves of bread
enough to feed a multitude of men were
being wheeled about by the truckload
and distributed among the eager animals
Truly, as Montagne said, we are the
servants of our beasts: what care and
toile apply we not ourselves unto for
their sakes': a small army of men is
paid to wait upon them, and it is kind
of homage that one renders before
cages. Even those who come to scott
can hardly gaze for long at an elephant
without being sobered and humbled. |
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time my friend came back.
l heard but one more anecdote from
him, and then he withdrew into silence
like the fowl in cuckoo clock, when
the hour had been proclaimed He told
how he brough Maharajah, an elephant
of wide fame, from Edinburgh to Man
chester When Wombelrs menagerie
was dispersed this elephant Zone of the
largest that have ever been brought to
EnglandD was purchased for the Belle
Vue collection The keeper led him to
the dailway station and embarked him
n great van; but the royal shoulders
were shrugged, and the top of the van
,ame off We took to the road then
md marched southwark, sleeping where
We could. like the picture of great
and his keeper marching
along the wild North Road; one can
eet, hour after hour, while the great
md small figures move over the rolling |
noorlands and pass under the silent, |
leather-clad hills. At one inn to which |
hey came the landlord, although doubt |
ess a devout Scotsman refused to ac-
omodate them both, and desired that |
lie should be removed from before the
loor.
"All have no sic oncanny beastie
boot the place-tak' it ava mon"
The landlord suggested the stable. but
he landlord snorted.
"Ye cudna get UNI in--tak' um
wa"
A gallon of beer was bet upon the
ssue, and Maharaiah at his masters
idding kneit down and shuffied into the
table, taking the doorposts with him.
he landlord still objected, but said the
eeper, Very well; I've put him you
ct him out" Mine hosts authority fall
d him here, and upon the bet being
quidated amity was restored.
Maharajah died of consumption years
go at Belle Vue, but the place still
7SpuuuS WIFI MS ldIHt, the awe III
hich he was held still fingers in the
oices that speak of him. Mr.. Lorenzo
I'D me that ] should find his skeleton
the museum; and thither, having
lken leave of my friend and thank
him for his discourse, / went, as to ,
shrine. I regarded. not without emo
on, the vast ruinous framework sup
orted by iron girders in the posture
life; / passed my hands over the ,
'eat bleached bones, and in fancy saw ,
lem clothed upon with bulk of living ,
ssh. 1T is a strange thought, thus to
axe of the dead his own monument; ,
strange event that this grim creature, ,
wished from his far-off home to be a :
low for multitudes, should even in :
'ath have the privacy of the grave de- +,
ed to his bones. There he stands, an .
ltlined mockery or noble monument ;,
which you will. But even when his
vn fame is dead land these bones shall !,
ng outlast it, his huge ruins may COM
the prowess of Mr. Lorenzo, =
S good friend and brother .-Manches-
r Guardian. :,
YALE SOPHOMORE WIGWAM.
meeting of the membership commit =