Our Circus.
Dave had been to town and came home full of circus. He sat on the
ground beside the tubs while Mother and Sal were washing, and raved
about the riding and the tumbling he had seen. He talked
enthusiastically to Joe about it every day for three weeks. Dave rose
very high in Joe's estimation.
Raining. All of us inside. Sal on the sofa playing the concertina;
Dad squatting on the edge of a flat stone at the corner of the
fireplace; Dave on another opposite; both gazing into the fire, which
was almost out, and listening intently to the music; the dog, dripping
wet, coiled at their feet, shivering; Mother sitting dreamily at the
table, her palm pressed against her cheek, also enjoying the music.
Sal played on until the concertina broke. Then there was a silence.
For a while Dave played with a piece of charcoal. At last he spoke.
"Well," he said, looking at Dad, "what about this circus?"
Dad chuckled.
"But what d' y' THINK?"
"Well" (Dad paused), "yes" (chuckled again)--"very well."
"A CIRCUS!" Sal put in--"a PRETTY circus YOUS'D have!"
Dave fired up.
"YOU go and ride the red heifer, strad-legs, same as y' did yesterday,"
he snarled, "an' let all the country see y'."
Sal blushed.
Then to Dad:
"I'm certain, with Paddy Maloney in it, we could do it right enough,
and make it pay, too."
"Very well, then," said Dad, "very well. There's th' tarpaulin there,
and plenty bales and old bags whenever you're ready."
Dave was delighted, and he and Dad and Joe ran out to see where the
tent could be pitched, and ran in again wetter than the dog.
One day a circus-tent went up in our yard. It attracted a lot of
notice. Two of the Johnsons and old Anderson and others rode in on
draught-horses and inspected it. And Smith's spring-cart horse, that
used to be driven by every day, stopped in the middle of the lane and
stared at it; and, when Smith stood up and belted him with the double
of the reins, he bolted and upset the cart over a stump. It was n't a
very white tent. It was made of bags and green bushes, and Dad and
Dave and Paddy Maloney were two days putting it up.
We all assisted in the preparations for the circus. Dad built seats
out of forked sticks and slabs, and Joe gathered jam-tins which Mother
filled with fat and moleskin wicks to light up with.
Everyone in the district knew about our circus, and longed for the
opening night. It came. A large fire near the slip-rails, shining
across the lane and lighting up a corner of the wheat-paddock, showed
the way in.
Dad stood at the door to take the money. The Andersons--eleven of
them--arrived first. They did n't walk straight in. They hung about
for a while. Then Anderson sidled up to Dad and talked into his ear.
"Oh! that's all right," Dad said, and passed them all in without taking
any money.
Next came the Maloneys, and, as Paddy belonged to the circus, they also
walked in without paying, and secured front seats.
Then Jim Brown and Sam Holmes, and Walter Nutt, and Steve Burton, and
eight others strolled along. Dad owed all of them money for binding,
which they happened to remember. "In yous go," Dad said, and in the
lot went. The tent filled quickly, and the crowd awaited the opening
act.
Paddy Maloney came forward with his hair oiled and combed, and rang the
cow-bell.
Dave, bare-footed and bare-headed, in snow-white moles and red shirt,
entered standing majestically upon old Ned's back. He got a great
reception. But Ned was tired and refused to canter. He jogged lazily
round the ring. Dave shouted at him and rocked about. He was very
unsteady. Paddy Maloney flogged Ned with the leg-rope. But Ned had
been flogged often before. He got slower and slower. Suddenly, he
stood and cocked his tail, and to prevent himself falling, Dave jumped
off. Then the audience yelled while Dave dragged Ned into the
dressing-room and punched him on the nose.
Paddy Maloney made a speech. He said: "Well, the next item on the
programme'll knock y' bandy. Keep quiet, you fellows, now, an' y'll
see somethin'."
They saw Joe. He stepped backwards into the ring, pulling at a string.
There was something on the string. "Come on!" Joe said, tugging. The
"something" would n't come. "Chuck 'im in!" Joe called out. Then the
pet kangaroo was heaved in through the doorway, and fell on its head
and raised the dust. A great many ugly dogs rushed for it savagely.
The kangaroo jumped up and bounded round the ring. The dogs pursued
him noisily. "GERROUT!" Joe shouted, and the crowd stood up and became
very enthusiastic. The dogs caught the kangaroo, and were dragging him
to earth when Dad rushed in and kicked them in twos to the top of the
tent. Then, while Johnson expostulated with Dad for laming his brindle
slut, the kangaroo dived through a hole in the tent and rushed into the
house and into the bedroom, and sprang on the bed among a lot of babies
and women's hats.
When the commotion subsided Paddy Maloney rang the cow-bell again, and
Dave and "Podgy," the pet sheep, rode out on Nugget. Podgy sat with
hind-legs astride the horse and his head leaning back against Dave's
chest. Dave (standing up) bent over him with a pair of shears in his
hand. He was to shear Podgy as the horse cantered round.
Paddy Maloney touched Nugget with the whip, and off he
went--"rump-ti-dee, dump-ti-dee." Dave rolled about a lot the first
time round, but soon got his equilibrium. He brandished the shears and
plunged the points of them into Podgy's belly-wool--also into Podgy's
skin. "Bur-UR-R!" Podgy blurted and struggled violently. Dave began
to topple about. He dropped the shears. The audience guffawed. Then
Dave jumped; but Podgy's horns got caught in his clothes and made
trouble. Dave hung on one side of the horse and the sheep dangled on
the other. Dave sang out, so did Podgy. And the horse stopped and
snorted, then swung furiously round and round until five or six pairs
of hands seized his head and held him.
Dave did n't repeat the act. He ran away holding his clothes together.
It was a very successful circus. Everyone enjoyed it and wished to see
it again--everyone but the Maloneys. They said it was a swindle, and
ran Dad down because he did n't divide with Paddy the 3s. 6d. he took
at the door.