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Near him was a horse hitched to a wagon full of coal. It is almost more than I can do, and there is one hill [61] that I have to take a rest on, half way up, but my driver is good to me, and never whips me, which is more than I can say of some drivers I have known.

So I guess, after all, it is better for you to draw the pony cart and for me to stick to the coal wagon. When George and Mabel came out of the store, with the bag of sugar lumps, they saw the two horses—one hitched to a coal wagon and the other to a grocery cart—rubbing noses with Tinkle. But the horses and the pony were really talking among themselves, and even Patrick, much as he knew about animals, did not understand horse-talk.

I guess horses like sweet stuff the same as ponies. So he held out two lumps of sugar to the coal horse, and two to the grocery horse, and I just wish you could have seen how glad those horses were to get the [63] sweet stuff. If they could have talked man language they would have thanked George and Mabel, but as it was they could only say to one another and to Tinkle:.

George and Mabel drove home in their pony cart, carrying what was left of the bag of sugar. When they were near their home, and on a quiet street, George let his sister take the reins so she would learn how to handle them.

Patrick watched the little girl carefully and told her how and when to pull, so Tinkle would go to the right or to the left, and also around the corners. Farley about their first trip downtown in the new pony cart. After that George and Mabel had many rides behind Tinkle, even in the Winter, when they hitched him to a little sled.

The little pony grew to like his little boy and girl friends very much indeed, and they loved him dearly. They would hug him and pat him whenever they went out to the stable where he was, and feed him lumps of sugar. When Spring came they took long rides in the country. One day a funny thing happened to Tinkle. He had been hitched to the pony cart which was tied to a post in front of the house, waiting for George and Mabel to come out.

Along came a man wearing a red cap, and every once in a while he would put a brass horn to his mouth and blow a tooting tune.

But this was not what surprised Tinkle most. What did, was a big shaggy animal, that the man was leading by a chain. And when Tinkle saw the shaggy creature he was afraid. But the other animal, rising up on its hind legs said:. For a few seconds Tinkle stood looking at Dido, the dancing bear, not knowing what to do or say. Some ponies would have been afraid of a bear.

They would have snorted, stood on their hind legs, and maybe have run away. But Tinkle had never seen a bear before, no one had ever told him about them, and he really did not know enough to be afraid.

Besides, Dido seemed such a funny, good-natured and happy bear that I believe no one would have been afraid of him. What does that mean? He let Dido walk on ahead, without even a string tied to him, for he knew that Dido would not run away. Well, one day I was caught by a man, who took me away. At first I did not like it, but the man was good to me and taught me to do tricks. Then I was sold to a circus and I had lots of good times with Tum Tum, the jolly elephant and Mappo the merry monkey.

They are in books, too. Boys and girls, and men and women, open these funny things called books and look at them for ever and ever so long. And the things Mappo did and the things Tum Tum did are in their books. Some of the things were funny, and that is what makes the boys and girls laugh. He is a very jolly elephant. And I might say, right here, that the books that Dido spoke of really exist, besides others about different animals.

And this book is about Tinkle, as you can see for yourself. Maybe the little pony will be quite surprised when he finds what has been set down about him. Dido had been in a circus for some time, but now he was out again, traveling around the country doing tricks. Well, where there is a pony there must be children, and I think they will like to see your tricks, Dido. The man blew another merry tune on his horn, and just then George and Mabel came running out of the house, ready to go driving in the pony cart.

For, just then the man told Dido to turn a somersault, and this the bear did. Show the little boy and girl how you play soldier! Dido clasped it in his paws, held it over one shoulder just as though it were a gun and marched around in a ring standing up stiff and straight like a soldier on parade.

Only he could not stand that way very long because he was quite a fat and heavy bear now. But he did very well. Farley had come out to watch Dido. He stuck his sharp claws into the soft wood, and up and up he climbed until he was nearly at the top. Then he climbed down again while Mabel and George clapped their hands and laughed.

Just watch! Then Dido did more tricks, and after Mrs. Farley had given the man some money he and Dido walked on down the road. He could bow and tell how old he was by pawing on the ground with his hoof. When George and Mabel got back from their drive George spoke to his father about teaching Tinkle to do some tricks.

Better ask Patrick about it, though. He knows a lot about horses and ponies. He led the pony close to the stick and stood there beside him. Tinkle could smell it, and he wanted it very much.

Instead of jumping across the stick, as they wanted him to do, Tinkle walked right against it and knocked it off the boxes. Patrick placed the stick back on the boxes, and this time he nailed it fast so the pony could not easily knock it off. Then the coachman held the pony as before and George put the lumps of sugar out on his hand again. Once more Tinkle walked forward to get them, but this time he could not knock the stick down with his legs. He shoved the boxes aside, though, and again Patrick led him back.

And then, after two or three more times, Tinkle understood. He found that stick always in his way when he wanted to get the sweet sugar, and finally he thought of the fence he had once jumped over. And with a jump, over the stick he went. Tinkle had done his first trick! But George and the coachman were not yet through with Tinkle. They wanted to be sure he understood how to do the trick.

So they set up the stick again, and George held out more sugar. This time the pony knew what to do at once, and, with a bound, over the stick he went.

Mabel was as much pleased as was her brother. She, too, held out the sugar and Tinkle came to her as he had to George, leaping [75] over the stick. Tinkle would do almost anything for lumps of sugar.

Go take him for a drive now, and to-morrow we can teach him other tricks. Off in the pony cart rode the two children. Half-way down the street they met Tommie and Nellie Hall, and invited them to have a drive. He did a lot of tricks. To-morrow we are going to teach him a new trick. The next day George went out to the stable to ask Patrick what trick it would be best next to teach the pony.

Once more the stick was laid across the boxes and, standing on the other side of it, George held out the sugar. Tinkle jumped over at once, higher than he had ever before gone, for, now that he knew jumping was what his little master wanted, the pony made up his mind to do his very best. He put some soft straw on the ground in front of the pony. Standing off a little way, behind, and to one side of Tinkle, Patrick pulled gently on the rope, at the same time saying:.

Of course Tinkle did not know then what the words meant, but when he felt the pull on his leg from the rope it seemed as though his leg was being pulled from under him.

And that is what Patrick was doing, only so gently that it did not hurt. The pony suddenly felt his leg slipping and as it bent he came down on one knee on the soft straw. The coachman loosed his hold of the rope and Tinkle quickly scrambled to his feet. He was not in the least hurt, but he was a little puzzled. But he was glad when he found George had another lump of sugar for him. Make a bow! Ah, I have it! These are the tricks Dido was telling me about. Now [78] I know what they are doing it for.

I am to be a trick pony! This time he did not wait for his leg to be pulled from beneath him, but he bowed of his own accord, and then George gave him the sugar. But you can have him do tricks at home here for your friends. It is pretty hard but I guess he can do it. Tinkle was longer in learning this trick than he had been in learning how to do the other two put together.

Patrick and George were kind and patient, however. Patrick, with another man to help him, put Tinkle in front of a board laid across two water pails. And Tinkle walked too, because George stood in front of him with a nice red apple, and as the pony reached for it George kept backing away.

Of course Tinkle wanted the apple, so he kept on walking. Only, as his front feet were resting on the board, the pony could walk on his hind feet only, but he was soon doing this without knowing it. It took a little time to make him stand up on his hind legs without anything on which to rest his front feet , but after a bit he understood what was wanted of him. Then he remembered how he had seen horses in the green [80] meadow, where he used to live, rear up on their hind legs in play sometimes.

He could soon walk half the length of the stable yard on his hind legs, with his forefeet held up in the air. But one day something sad happened to Tinkle. Farley with George and Mabel went on a visit to the country, to be gone three days. They did not take Tinkle with them as they had to travel on the train.

Two days after the Farley family had gone away Patrick, who slept in rooms over the stable, had to go to the store for some salve for one of the horses that had got a nail in his foot. Patrick thought he would be gone only a few minutes, so he left Tinkle outside in the stable yard. But it took longer to put up the salve than he had supposed, so he was nearly half an hour away from the barn.

And there was no one in the house, for the cook and maid had also gone away on visits when the family left. And in that half hour something happened.

Two men drove a big, empty moving van down the street past the Farley house. In the side-yard was an old-fashioned pump and, seeing it, one of the men said:. They stopped the van in a side street near the stable yard, and pumped some water for themselves. Tinkle walked over near the fence and looked at the men, for he was a bit lonesome.

For just then Tinkle took it into his head to do one of his tricks. He had not done any in two days because George was away. Look at him jump! He was showing off, you see. The two men talked together in low voices. They looked toward the house and saw that it was closed. No one was about.

Patrick was down at the drugstore and no one was near the stable. We could sell him for a hundred dollars, maybe. No one will see us. Of course it was not right for the men to plan to take Tinkle away, but they did, just the same. Tinkle came closer, for George had taught him to come at the sound of a whistle to get a lump of sugar.

But the men had no sugar for Tinkle. Instead they opened the gate to the stable yard, and led Tinkle out by his mane. The pony went along willingly enough, for he was not afraid of men.

None of them had ever hurt him, so he had no reason to be afraid. No one will see him in there. Before Tinkle knew what was happening he was led out of the yard, to the side street, and suddenly the two men lifted him up and tossed him right inside the big empty moving van, which could easily have held two or three big horses, to say nothing of several ponies as small as Tinkle.

Tinkle was not much bigger than a very big dog, and the men, being strong for they could lift a piano had no trouble in lifting the pony from the ground. Into the van they tossed him, and he fell down, but, as it happened, there was a pile of soft bags there so he was not hurt. But he was much frightened when the men banged shut the big end doors. Then Tinkle felt himself being taken away. He was shut up inside the dark wagon and could see nothing. But he found that the motion of the big wagon, as it was rapidly driven away, toppled him about so that it was easier to lie down than to stay on his feet.

So Tinkle stretched out on the bags and tried to think what it all meant. His eyes were getting used to the dark now, and he could see, dimly, that he was in some place like his box stall. Only it was not as nice, and Tinkle could not smell any sweet hay or oats. On and on went the moving van with Tinkle locked inside. The horses pulling the big wagon of course did not know they were taking a little pony away from his home. Even if they had known there was nothing they could have [86] done.

Poor Tinkle felt very sad and lonely. It was the first time anything like this had ever happened to him. We can make money on this pony. On and on the moving van rumbled, farther and farther away, and pretty soon Tinkle, locked inside, began to feel hungry. He got up, intending to go about looking for something to eat. But the van tossed and tilted about so on the rough road that Tinkle was thrown against the side and bruised. It was hot, shut up inside the big wagon, and Tinkle thought longingly of the trough of cool drinking water in the stable yard and wished he were back there.

The men who had taken Tinkle away made the horses drawing the van hurry along, so they were soon out of the city where the Farleys [87] lived. They drove along a country road and, just as night was coming on, they came to another city where they had their stable, and where they kept the van. He held up a lantern and looked inside. Tinkle got up from his bed on the old bags.

He saw the open doors and he smelled hay and oats, though the smell was not as good as that which came from his stable at home. But Tinkle did not wait to be lifted out. He knew how to jump, and, giving a leap, he was quickly on the ground. Then, as he did not like the place where he was, nor the men who had taken him from his nice home, Tinkle tried to run away.

But the men were too quick for him. One of them caught him by the mane and the other by the nose, pinching so that it hurt Tinkle. Tinkle again tried hard to get away, but could [88] not. If he had been a big, strong horse he might have broken loose from the men. But, as I have said, he was not much bigger than a large Newfoundland dog. The men easily held him and led him into the barn. This stable was not at all like the nice place in which Tinkle had lived when he was the pet of George.

The straw on the floor was not clean, and when Tinkle was given a pail of water, after he had been tied in the stall, the water was not clean, either. Still Tinkle was so thirsty that he drank it. Then he felt a little better. But oh! For now he found himself in an ordinary stall, such as the other horses had. The manger was too high for him to eat from, but one of the men brought a low box and put some hay in it. He ought to bring in some money if he can do tricks.

Poor Tinkle did not understand or pay much attention to this talk. He was too hungry, and, though the hay was not so sweet as that he got at home, still he munched it.

Suddenly he heard a voice speaking in a language he understood. Pony cart! Dump carts, more likely. You must belong in a circus. Tricks indeed! He is in the circus. Tinkle was very sad and lonesome. It was not at all nice in the stable where he was tied. It was dirty, and did not smell good. The horses around him, though kindly, were poor, hard-working animals, and were not like the sleek Prince and other horses in Mr. The men who owned the work horses seldom took the time to use the currycomb or brush on them.

If a horse fell down in the dirt, as they often did from pulling too heavy loads, the dirt stayed on until it dried and blew off. For several days Tinkle was kept tied in the stable. The men could not use him on any of their heavy wagons and there was no time for him to do his tricks, and no pony cart for him to ride children about in.

Poor Tinkle felt very bad, and many, many times he wished himself back in his old home. As best he could, in his stall, Tinkle practiced the tricks he had learned from George and Patrick. He bowed and he did a little jumping, but not much, as his stall was too small. And one day, when Tinkle was practicing his bowing trick, the red-haired man suddenly happened to come into the stable. We must try to sell him and get the money. I wonder who would buy him? I have been down on the circus lot just now with a load of hay for the elephants.

I saw some little ponies there, and I asked one of the circus men if they ever bought extra ones. He said they did sometimes, and he said they needed a new trick pony just now as one of theirs is sick.

Through the city streets one of the men led Tinkle and before long the pony heard music playing. He looked up and saw the big white tents and the gay fluttering flags.

I am going to tell you about them. It was the circus man who had bought Tinkle who was speaking, but Tinkle was so taken up with looking about him, at the strange sights all round that he did not at first listen. This time he turned around quickly. For a moment he thought his dear little master George had come for him, but he saw only the circus man, and other strange men and animals all about.

So Tinkle followed the man, which was just what the man wanted. He led Tinkle along by the rope made fast to his halter. The pony, of course, did not know what a smile meant, but he did know that the man spoke in kind tones and not sharp and cross as had the moving men, sometimes. Besides the circus man talked to the pony, and the other men had not. So Tinkle knew by the voice that the man was kind, and he followed him to a little tent where there were many other ponies.

In a tent next door were big horses, and they were all either eating hay or oats, or lying down on the straw, for it was not yet time for the circus to begin. Look after him, and clean him off. It was dirty and bits of hay and straw clung to it. Also his mane and tail were tangled.

Tinkle had been kept very clean by Patrick and George, but the moving men spent no time on the pony they had stolen. Drake is a good pony teacher. Though Tinkle could understand very little of this talk, yet, somehow, he felt happier than he had in a long while—in fact since he had been taken away from George. Tinkle liked to hear a clear, cheerful whistle.

Tinkle was tied in the tent with the other ponies. His stall was just a place between two ropes, and his manger made of canvas, for the tent, and everything in it, had to be moved from place to place as the circus traveled, and wooden stalls, such as are in barns, would never do.

In the manger were some hay and oats. Tinkle began to eat hungrily. It was almost as good as being home again. I never saw you in the circus before. Is it nice? Can you do any, Tinkle? What a lot of tricks! Drake will teach you as he taught me. All this while many things were going on about the circus grounds. The big tents had been put up, the animal cages wheeled in, the clowns were painting their faces in such funny ways to make the boys and girls laugh, and the big, golden wagons were being made ready for the parade.

A band was playing, the pretty flags were blowing in the wind, and, altogether, the circus was such a nice place that, for the first time in a long while, Tinkle felt happy. But when he thought of George and the nice home he had been taken from he felt sad.

All at once some other men began taking down, off pegs in the tent poles, red blankets, strings of bells, gaily colored plumes and harness. Tinkle felt a little sad when his pony friends left him alone in the big tent, but still he had plenty to eat and a clean place to stay, and he knew they would come back soon.

Tinkle saw a boy coming toward him with a pail of water, and, for a moment, the pony thought the boy might be George. But he was not. Here come the elephants! Tinkle looked from his tent. Near him, just outside, were ten big elephants with gay silk blankets on their backs. And, as Tinkle looked, he saw one funny elephant slyly reach out his trunk and pull the tail of the elephant in front of him.

Then the funny elephant looked the other way and seemed to be hunting on the ground for a peanut. You must tell me all about him. He and I are very good friends. I was sorry when he went away from the circus. Tell me about him when I come back. So Tinkle told all he could remember; telling first of the beautiful green meadow in which he had once lived, and of George who had taught him a few tricks, and of having been taken away by two men in the big moving van.

Then Tinkle told of having met Dido, of what the dancing bear had said, and of what he had told Tinkle about Tum Tum and Mappo, the merry monkey. That afternoon, when the performance was over, Mr. Drake, the man who had bought Tinkle from the man who had stolen him, came to [] where the pony was lying down in the tent and said:.

We will begin with some easy tricks. Then began a busy time for Tinkle, not only that day but for a number of days. When the circus was not traveling from one city to another or when a performance was not being held in the tents, Mr.

Drake taught Tinkle tricks. Tinkle, the first time it occurred, did not know what was going to happen when, instead of being allowed to go to sleep after the show, he and the other ponies and animals were put in the big railroad cars and the whole train was hauled away by an engine. Tinkle did not know what was happening but the other ponies told him it was all right, that he would not be hurt, that they were only going to another city to give a show there and that this happened nearly every day or night.

Tinkle soon became used to travel, and rather liked it. It would take too long to tell you how Tinkle was taught to do many different tricks. It was not so easy as at first he had thought it would be, and many times he could not understand what Mr. Drake wanted him to do. In time he learned how to go to a box, in [] which were a number of flags or handkerchiefs, of different colors—red, white and blue.

Drake would say; and though at first Tinkle could not tell one color from another, he soon learned to do so. So, though Tinkle had no word in his own language for blue, he knew what that sound meant, and for which flag it stood. And Tinkle would pick out the right color. In time he could pick out of the box, and bring to the trainer, any of the three colors, no matter which one was asked for first. Tinkle hardly ever made a mistake. It was several days before Tinkle learned to do this trick, but, after a while, he could go to the box, pick out the red, white and blue flags, and then, at the last when the trainer asked the question about loving the flag, Tinkle would trot over to him carrying in his teeth the stars and stripes.

Then Mr. Drake petted him and gave him two lumps of sugar, for he had done the trick well. Nor were these all the tricks Tinkle learned. Drake taught him how to add and subtract simple numbers that the trainer wrote on a blackboard with chalk.

He knew Mr. Drake wanted him to nod seven times by the way the trainer spoke and by the words he used. If the sum were eight, on ten or some other number, the trainer would ask the question in a different way. So that Tinkle got to know numbers by listening to the different ways his trainer spoke the words to him, and it really seemed as though the pony could do sums in arithmetic.

Drake had a box made with partitions in it so that it looked like part of a post-office. Each card was always put in the same place, and Mr. Drake taught Tinkle to trot up to the make-believe post-office. Tinkle learned to do this by listening to the different sounds of Mr.

Drake one day. And that afternoon Tinkle was led out all alone. Tinkle had looked in, but had never been in the big circus tent before, where all the people were seated, and where the band was playing jolly tunes, with funnily painted clowns jumping here and there making the boys and girls laugh.

And at first Tinkle was a bit frightened. But [] he looked over to where Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, was turning a hand organ with his trunk, and Tum Tum called in his pleasant voice:.

Then Tinkle felt better, and Mr. Drake patted him and gave him a lump of sugar before Tinkle had done even one trick. Tinkle bowed his prettiest, and some boys and girls in the front row of seats clapped their hands and laughed. This made Tinkle feel glad, and he looked around, thinking he might see George or Mabel. But neither was in the tent. Then the pony went through all his tricks—he added and subtracted numbers, he brought letters from the post-office and then he picked out the differently colored flags or handkerchiefs that Mr.

Drake called for. Tinkle trotted over to the box where a number of flags of different countries had been put. The United States banner was at the bottom, but Tinkle knew that. He nosed around among all [] the flags until he found the one he knew he wanted, and with that in his teeth he trotted over to Mr.

I wish you could have heard the people clap then. And how the boys and girls shouted with joy! They thought Tinkle was just the finest pony they had ever seen. And Mr. Drake patted him and gave him an extra large lump of sugar for behaving so nicely when he first did his tricks in public.

Drake, as Tom led the little animal back to the tent. And when Tinkle was back in his stall Prancer and Tiny Tim talked to him and told him how glad they were that he had done his tricks so well.

Tinkle felt happy, for a while. As the days went on, and the circus traveled from place to place, Tinkle gave many exhibitions of his smartness. He learned new tricks and he could do the old ones much more easily the oftener he practiced them, just as you can with your music lesson. But though he liked it very much in the circus, Tinkle was sad. His animal friends could [] tell that by looking at him, and the pony did not eat as well as he had at first. Why are you sad? That is why I am sad.

Mappo, the merry monkey, picked up a long, clean straw and put it in his mouth, almost as a man might do with a toothpick. Mappo sat chewing on the straw and looking at Tinkle. And so was Patrick, the coachman. So Tinkle told Mappo the story of his home and of his having been taken away in the moving van.

For Tinkle is in this very book you are reading. And how surprised he was when he heard about it and saw his pictures! But now we will leave him talking to Mappo, if you please, and go back to where George and Mabel live. You will remember that Patrick, the coachman, had gone to the store for salve for one of the horses, and that George and Mabel, with their father and mother, were visiting in the country.

When Patrick came back with the salve the first thing he noticed was that Tinkle was not in his stall. Patrick searched all around for Tinkle, but, of course, could not find him. He asked the people living in neighboring houses, but none of them had seen Tinkle go away, because the men shut him up inside the moving van, you see. Some persons had seen the big wagon near the stable but none had seen Tinkle put into it.

Patrick even got a policeman and a fireman, [] whom he knew, to look for Tinkle, but they could not find him. And when, a day or so later, Mr. Farley came back from the country, with George and Mabel, the two children cried when told that Tinkle was gone. Farley to his wife one afternoon. I must take their minds off him. So, when the big show with the white tents came to the city where the Farleys lived, George and Mabel were taken with their father to see the wonderful sight.

On the way to the circus with their father, Mabel and George passed through a part of the city where there were not many houses, and in [] what few homes there were poor people lived.

Many of them owned goats, some for the milk they gave, for the milk of goats is almost as good as that of cows. I wish I had time to tell you all that George and Mabel did at the circus and the many things they saw, from Tum Tum the jolly elephant to Mappo the merry monkey. They [] laughed at the clowns, ate popcorn and peanuts, giving some to the elephants, feeding a whole bag of peanuts to Tum Tum, though they did not know his name.

But they were sure he was nice because he looked at them in such a funny, jolly way. There was Prancer and Tiny Tim, as well as others, and they were going to do their tricks. The ponies went through their tricks, doing their very best, and then, when the time came, Tinkle himself was led in to do his tricks alone, as of late he always did.

Mabel and George were looking the other way just then, watching a man turn a somersault over the backs of Tum Tum and some other elephants, and at first they did not see Tinkle. But as George turned in time to watch the trick pony take the United States flag out of the box, and bring it to Mr. Drake the little boy cried:. These available publications remain in the soft documents. Why should soft documents? It's not just the listing. So, it will certainly not require even more times and even days to posture it and also various other publications.

But the brand-new way is by collecting the soft file of guide Tinkle Present: The Adventures Of Shikari Shambu, By Luis Fernandes Taking the soft data can be conserved or saved in computer or in your laptop. The Adventures Of Shikari Shambu features the Shambu, the hilarious hunter with a big moustache, who is notoriously famous on the Tinkle comic books.

This book is like a dedication to one of the funniest characters of Indian comics. This book features animal-related write-ups, which are informative to children, such as Are We Bidding Farewell to the Rhinoceros? The concluding part includes sections on Ask Me Anything! About the Author Luis Fernandes is the editor of the Tinkle comic series books. Posting Komentar.