BILLY PERSONIFIES NEPTUNE
“This adventure took place while I was on the good ship _Vandyck_ bound
for South America,” began Billy. “As the ship neared the equator, there
was great excitement on board for a fancy dress ball was being planned
to welcome King Neptune when he boarded the ship as we glided over the
equator.
“Those of the passengers who had brought no fancy costumes with them
had to improvise them out of things they had and by the help of
borrowed finery, for at such a time travelers are more than willing
to loan anything they possess to help piece out the costume of a
fellow-passenger. Especially was this true on board the _Vandyck_, as
prizes were to be given for the best costume made on board, and another
for the costume truest to type, while honorable mention was promised to
that person wearing the handsomest costume.
“The ball was at its height when the ship’s bells rang out the hour
of midnight, the dance was stopped and all eyes were turned toward
the side of the ship over which Neptune was to appear and claim his
throne. Then all the passengers were to walk before him and be
presented by the court officials dressed in full court regalia. After
the presentation, games were to be played and feats of skill performed
before King Neptune for his amusement, after which refreshments were to
be served and the gayety and dancing kept up until very late.
“Generally one of the ship’s officers takes the part of Neptune, for
you must know this ball is held on every trip the ship makes to South
America. And very fine does he look with snow-white hair and flowing
beard and long purple velvet robe with its ermine cape, to say nothing
of the golden crown and all the other regalia of a really truly king,
even to the golden staff tipped with Neptune’s trident.
[Illustration: SEEING MR. ROBINSON DANGLING THERE, BILLY GAVE HIM A
MIGHTY BUTT THAT SHOVED HIM ALL THE WAY THROUGH. (PAGE 95)]
“But on this trip the officers had conceived the idea of dressing me
up as king and seating me on the throne, as I have been trained to sit
up and hold my fore legs down like arms. So the night the ball was in
progress, the officers seated me on the throne while the guests were
dancing. Once seated, they hurriedly draped the royal purple robe
around me, fitted the golden crown on my head to hide my horns, tied
the staff to my left leg which I rested on the arm of the golden chair
of state, stuck a monocle in one eye, and as the ship’s bells ceased
ringing at midnight, a page with a silver trumpet marched to the side
of the ship where the guests were dancing and led the way to King
Neptune’s throne, where they were presented. When the passengers
raised their heads after the deep ceremonial bow of presentation, each
one was impressed by a weirdness in King Neptune’s appearance. The more
they gazed, the more pronounced was the strangeness. What could it be?
There was the long white hair and beard, but the eyes had a peculiar
twinkle in them and the nose was exceedingly broad. Why did the king
look so different from all other times they had seen him? This was
Neptune. Yet it was not the Neptune they had expected to see. But they
could not tarry in front of him and stare while in a procession, for
after their ceremonial bow they must move on, giving place to others.
[Illustration]
“Once they had passed by the throne, the passengers quickly gathered
in groups to discuss the queer looking Neptune. Every one had been
presented when a great clatter was heard. Neptune had dropped his
staff, and the next thing they knew, they were gazing at the unusual
spectacle of a king running on all fours from his throne, and as they
looked, they saw him approach the side of the ship and plunge over its
side.
[Illustration]
“It was not the ocean into which I, King Neptune, leaped but only the
swimming tank at the ship’s side, just under the promenade deck, but
they said afterward it looked exactly as if the king had jumped into
the ocean. Every one ran to that side of the ship, expecting to see
the king rising and falling on the billows but no king could they see.
Had they watched the swimming tank, they would have seen a goat being
divested of his robes and crown by five or six sailors who were trying
to save me from drowning, as I had become so entangled in my robes I
could not swim. All the while the sailors were trying to keep me from
drowning, other sailors were letting out the water as fast as it could
be drained from the tank.
“It was some time before the excited passengers could return to their
dancing and march before the judges but it was finally accomplished.
They decided that the prettiest costume was worn by a sweet young girl
representing a pink rosebud. The overskirts of her dress formed the
petals of the rose, and she wore a wreath of buds in her sunny gold
hair. The most handsome costume was that of a tall, stately brunette
who appeared as the Queen of Sheba. Her garments had been brought
from Egypt. The best outfit made from things picked up on board was a
Turkish lady of the harem. She wore changeable yellow silk bloomers
loaned by one of the ladies coming back from Turkey. Over them she wore
a rainbow tinted scarf tied as a sash, with a crimson velvet jacket
over a blouse with flowing white silk sleeves embroidered in gold,
while over her head was thrown a pale silver-blue veil, thin and airy
as a cloud, held in place by a gold band worn low on her forehead. On
neck, wrists and ankles tinkled gold coins, while on her feet she wore
bright red morocco slippers with sharp-pointed toes. She made a perfect
favorite of the harem. The most original costume was fashioned entirely
of newspapers and was called ‘current events.’
“They said the only drawback to the whole evening’s performance was
the loss of Neptune’s robe which I had ruined by jumping into the
water. But when the passengers found out that it was their old pet
Billy Whiskers who had impersonated King Neptune, they thought it was
so clever of me to sit on the throne for so long decked out in all
that finery that they did not blame me for running away. They took up
a collection to buy a new robe in the place of the one the water had
ruined, and so, my friends, no harm came of the unusual evening.
“When I went down below to my quarters where all the animals belonging
to the passengers were kept, they gathered around me to hear what had
taken place.
“‘Tell you what, Bill,’ said an English bulldog, ‘you did make a bully
good looking king. Really in your royal robes you did not look unlike
King George--and I have seen King George and know what I am talking
about.’
“‘But what made you jump into the swimming tank?’ asked a French poodle.
“‘For the moment I forgot it was there,’ I explained, ‘and I ached so
from sitting up so long that I thought my back would break. Then, too,
the crown was cutting into my head, and I was half smothered with that
fur cape and all the rest of the things I wore.’
“‘It is a good thing we saw them dress you up in the afternoon to find
how the things were going to fit you,’ said another dog, ‘or we would
never have gotten a peep at you, for they shut us in at sundown and you
did not appear until midnight.’
“That is the whole story,” concluded Billy, bowing left and right, and
stepping down from the rocky ledge he had used as a platform.
Now it was Stubby’s turn to tell of his experiences.