THE CARAVAN
He saw nothing but rocks and sand; rocks that shone like mirrors, and
sand that burned like fire. He walked on very sadly, without knowing
where. Presently he found himself upon a hill, from which he could see
a vast plain crossed by a wide highway. A long line of people and
camels were on the march, but how strange they looked! They were going
along with heads down and feet up. At first the marionette was filled
with a strong desire to laugh; then he became frightened and rubbed his
eyes, doubting what they told him.
Am I dreaming? he said to himself.
The line continued its march, and he distinctly heard the people laugh
and joke as they all sat upside down on the backs of the inverted
camels.
I was not prepared for this! What a strange way of traveling they have
in Africa! Maybe I too am walking on my head! and he touched himself
to make sure that his head was in its proper place.
Meanwhile the caravan passed on, and Pinocchio stood still, his eyes
fixed upon the camels as they disappeared at the turning of the road.
The only thing left for him to do was to follow them.
Either on my head or on my feet I shall surely arrive somewhere! I do
not believe that all those people will walk on air forever. Sometime or
other they will stop to eat. I shall be there to help them.
As he spoke the marionette started forward, walking rapidly in the hot
sun.