THE IRON RING
We wandered on, going from village to village, from town to town, from
city to city, till we finally reached Calcutta. And here my life was
once more changed.
It happened in this way.
We had been stopping a long time in this great city, where Moukounj was
always able to find work for us both. The English language which he had
learned in his youth was often of great advantage to him here.
We had been working for several days on the wharves, where we were
employed in unloading vessels. The heaviest burthens were as nothing to
me, and Moukounj was alert and insinuating, and so was able to render a
thousand little services to the travellers and also to the sailors. He
was now earning a generous living for us; but alas! it only resulted in
more frequent and more furious fits of drunkenness for him--and for me
in blows and humiliations.
It often happened that he went off to drink at the neighbouring
taverns, and left me alone to stand and await his return--he knew very
well that I would be faithful!
Now, one day we had been helping to unload the cargo of a large
merchantman, and Moukounj had left me a few vegetables to eat, and
had gone off to drink, when there came in, at the same wharf, a large
Liner, bringing a great many passengers. I was distressed that my
master should miss a chance to gain so many rupees--but I felt it
would be useless to go in search of him. The wisest way would be to
wait patiently for his return, and that was what I did. Moukounj
_might_ return in time--I could only hope he would not be drunk!
I watched the passengers as they disembarked. They were Europeans,
mostly English, who ran about, here and there, asking questions of the
porters, not making themselves understood, nor understanding what was
said to them. The spectacle amused me greatly, and I watched them
closely, trying to imagine from their looks what each one would do....
It was not long before I remarked among them a group of persons whose
calmness contrasted with the agitation of the others. They numbered
something like twenty; there were about as many women as men; all were
young, and well dressed. It did not seem that the voyage had fatigued
them; they stood together on the wharf, taking but little notice of
their surroundings.
One of them now quietly reviewed the company, and, seeing that none of
them were missing:
"We may as well-go to the Hotel," said he to his companions.
Then, addressing one of the young men, he said:
"Mr. Oldham, you will please remain here and see to the unloading of
our baggage."
"Yes, Mr. Hardwick, I will do so," replied he. Then all except Mr.
Oldham went quietly off.
I looked curiously at this Mr. Oldham; he was a most singular young
man--tall and thin, with very long arms and legs, and enormous hands.
His head was small, his mouth stretched from ear to ear, and his
cheek-bones projected strangely. While waiting for the luggage to
be landed, Mr. Oldham strode up and down, seemingly impatient, and
murmuring something to himself which I did not understand.
I was in despair at Moukounj's absence. These strangers, thought I,
must have a lot of baggage, perhaps very heavy, and if my master were
here we would get plenty to do.
While thinking about it I was playing mechanically with a great ring of
iron which lay at my feet. It had once been fastened into the ground,
but it was no longer secure, and in playing I had unintentionally
loosened it. I was now amusing myself by tossing it up in the air, and
catching it on my trunk as it fell.
All at once the eyes of Mr. Oldham turned in my direction, and he began
to watch me closely. My play seemed to interest him, and he called one
of the workmen on the wharf, and inquired:
"Do you know who is the owner of that elephant?"
"Oh, yes," said the man, "it is a poor fellow who works here at
unloading ships."
"He has got a very intelligent animal!"
That was all.
But Mr. Oldham continued to look at me; and as for myself, my vanity
being awakened, I made a point of not missing a single ring, and Mr.
Oldham gave vent to "Ohs!" and "Ahs!" of admiration, and murmured:
"'_The Elephant Juggler_'--That would look well on our play bills!"
They now began to bring ashore the luggage of Mr. Oldham and his
friends.
There were enormous boxes and crates of strange shapes, bales of rope,
stacks of poles, and many things scarcely covered at all, of which I
could not imagine the use. Then they brought up out of the ship great
chariots, cages of wild animals, and at last numbers of horses, who
seemed bewildered by the voyage.
Well, these are strange travellers, thought I--and they have strange
luggage! They loaded the boxes and bales onto the chariots, and
harnessed to them the least fine-looking of the horses; a number of
men, who seemed to be the servants of Mr. Oldham, took the horses by
the bridle, or mounted on the chariots, and all were moving off, when
Moukounj arrived!
He was not very drunk, and he went at once to Mr. Oldham to offer his
services. It was too late.--But as he pointed towards me, Mr. Oldham
said to him:
"Ah! You are the owner of that intelligent beast? You had better come
to the Hotel Victoria, and ask for Mr. John Hardwick, Director of the
_'Grand Circus of the Two Worlds'_--he may have something to say to you
that will be to your advantage."
And Mr. Oldham went off with the chariots and baggage.
At first Moukounj never thought of going to see Mr. John Hardwick.
He could not understand what the Director of the "_Circus of the Two
Worlds_" could have to say to him. But fate ordained that for the
next two days we had almost no work, and were reduced to the verge of
starvation. It was then that he remembered Mr. Oldham's invitation. He
thought that even if Mr. Hardwick had nothing of importance to propose,
he might at least take pity on him, and give him a little something in
charity.
So, having warned me--a useless precaution--to remain patiently where
I was, he set off for the Victoria Hotel.
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