. "But
one of my brothers, who was in a circus in a far off land, and who came
back here, said they were very good. Now shall we put the chains on
you--I and my tame brothers--or will you be quiet--you and the others?"

Tum Tum thought for a minute. After all he was caught, and it would be
hard to get away, even if he were the strongest elephant in the herd,
now that Mr. Boom was gone. Then, too, it might be nice in a circus, and
Tum Tum certainly wanted to see what peanuts were like.

"I--I will be good, tame brother," he said. "You need not put the chains
and ropes on me."

"You are wise, Tum Tum," said the tame elephant. "We will put no chains
on you. And about the others?" he asked.

"The others will do as I do," said Tum Tum. "I am the leader now."

"Good!" trumpeted the tame elephant, whose name was Dunda. "My brother
from the jungle is wise."

So Tum Tum had no more chains put on his legs or back, and those that
were on him, with the ropes, were taken off.

"So we are not to try to break from the trap?" asked Whoo-ee.

"No, for we will be well treated here," said Tum Tum, "and some of us
may go to a circus."

"What is a circus?" asked Zunga.

"It is a place where boys and girls look at us, and feed us peanuts,"
answered Tum Tum.

"I will not go to any circus!" cried Gumble-umble. "I am going to break
out of this trap!"

"You must not!" cried Tum Tum. "I have said that we would all be good,
and I am the leader."

"You cannot lead me!" trumpeted Gumble-umble, and he rushed at the fence
of the stockade, or trap. But before he could reach it, two tame
elephants rushed at him, and Gumble-umble was soon bound with strong
chains and ropes, so that he could hardly move.

"It is all your fault!" he cried to Tum Tum.

"No, it is your own," said Gumble-umble's papa. "Now you must quiet down
and be a good elephant. We are caught, we can go no more to the jungle,
but perhaps it is best for us."

So Tum Tum and the wild elephants were thus caught.

For a time the herd of wild elephants was kept inside the fence. They
were given good things to eat, and plenty of water to drink, and to
blow over themselves with their trunks, to cool off. They did not try to
get away, though once, in the night, Mr. Boom came as close to the
outside of the trap, or stockade, as he dared, and trumpeted, trying to
call his herd back to him. But they would not go. They were beginning to
like it, with the tame elephants.

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