But you must promise me that if I do not like it in the Land
of the White Men you will send me back."

"Why, certainly--of course, of course," said the Doctor. "Excuse me,
surely you are related to the Deer Family, are you not?"

"Yes," said the pushmi-pullyu--"to the Abyssinian Gazelles and the
Asiatic Chamois--on my mother's side. My father's great-grandfather
was the last of the Unicorns."

"Most interesting!" murmured the Doctor; and he took a book out of the
trunk which Dab-Dab was packing and began turning the pages. "Let us
see if Buffon says anything--"

"I notice," said the duck, "that you only talk with one of your mouths.
Can't the other head talk as well?"

"Oh, yes," said the pushmi-pullyu. "But I keep the other mouth for
eating--mostly. In that way I can talk while I am eating without being
rude. Our people have always been very polite."

When the packing was finished and everything was ready to start, the
monkeys gave a grand party for the Doctor, and all the animals of the
jungle came. And they had pineapples and mangoes and honey and all
sorts of good things to eat and drink.

After they had all finished eating, the Doctor got up and said,

"My friends: I am not clever at speaking long words after dinner, like
some men; and I have just eaten many fruits and much honey. But I wish
to tell you that I am very sad at leaving your beautiful country.
Because I have things to do in the Land of the White Men, I must go.
After I have gone, remember never to let the flies settle on your food
before you eat it; and do not sleep on the ground when the rains are
coming. I--er--er--I hope you will all live happily ever after."

When the Doctor stopped speaking and sat down, all the monkeys clapped
their hands a long time and said to one another, "Let it be remembered
always among our people that he sat and ate with us, here, under the
trees. For surely he is the Greatest of Men!"

And the Grand Gorilla, who had the strength of seven horses in his
hairy arms, rolled a great rock up to the head of the table and said,

"This stone for all time shall mark the spot."

And even to this day, in the heart of the Jungle, that stone still is
there. And monkey-mothers, passing through the forest with their
families, still point down at it from the branches and whisper to their
children, "Sh! There it is--look--where the Good White Man sat and ate
food with us in the Year of the Great Sickness!"

Then, whe