<h2 id="CHAPTER_IX">CHAPTER IX<br/> <small>TAMBA IN THE SUBWAY</small></h2>
<p class="cap">Tamba, the tame tiger, had really come
to the city on a load of hay. I know it
sounds very strange to say that, but it
really happened. I have often seen dogs riding
along on a load of hay that had started to ride in
the country, at the farmhouse where they lived,
and had come all the way to the city. So if a
dog can ride on a load of hay I don’t see why a
tiger can’t, especially when he is a tame tiger.</p>
<p>Anyhow, that’s what Tamba did. He rode
along on the load of hay until it reached the big,
noisy city. But the funny part of it was that the
man who drove the load of hay didn’t know he
was giving a ride to a tiger. If he had known
that I don’t believe he would have guided his
horses along so easily, nor do I believe the horses
themselves would have gone so quietly.</p>
<p>But there Tamba was, snugly curled up in a
little nest on top of the load of hay, where no one
could see him. He could look out and down
at the city streets through which he was passing,
and he saw many strange sights. But he was<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85"></SPAN>[85]</span>
used to them, and he was not afraid of being in
the city. For he remembered having seen a city
like this many times before when he was in his
cage and the circus parade had gone up and
down the streets to show the animals, so that boys
and girls would be all the more anxious to come
to the performance.</p>
<p>“Well, I wonder what will happen to me
now,” thought Tamba, as the hay wagon rumbled
along the city streets. “I can’t stay here
much longer. Some one will be sure to see me,
and perhaps the man who owns this hay is taking
it to the very circus where I used to live. If that
happens they’ll get me back in a cage again, and
I don’t want that to happen. I must be very
careful!”</p>
<p>On and on went the load of hay, with Tamba
hiding at the top, and, pretty soon, the man drove
into a sort of big yard. There were trees, and
grass, and some buildings. But what made
Tamba sit up and sniff eagerly was the smell of
wild animals. I dare say you have often noticed
it yourself when you have gone to the circus.
Even with your eyes shut you can tell as soon as
you enter the wild animal tent.</p>
<p>“Dear me, this is very strange!” thought the
tame tiger. “Can the man, with his load of hay,
have brought me back to the very circus from
which I ran away? It smells so, but I don’t see<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86"></SPAN>[86]</span>
any of the big tents, nor yet the barn where I
used to live in winter. Besides, this is summer,
not winter. I wonder what it all means!”</p>
<p>The more Tamba thought about it and the
stronger the wild animal smell came to him, the
more the tame tiger was puzzled. The load of
hay, in which he was hidden, rumbled along,
down a little hill, and then Tamba heard the man
call:</p>
<p>“Whoa!”</p>
<p>That meant for the horses to stop. Tamba
had often heard the circus men call that to their
horses when they wanted them to stop pulling
the big cage wagons, and so the tiger understood.</p>
<p>“Now I wonder what will happen to me,”
thought Tamba. He raised his head up from
his snug nest in the hay and saw what he knew
to be a barn, though it was not like the one near
which he had met Squinty, the comical pig, nor
like the one where he had frightened the boy
Tom.</p>
<p>“But it’s a barn all right,” thought Tamba.
“And there must be some of my tiger, elephant
and lion friends near it, else there wouldn’t be
that wild animal smell. I wonder if Tum Tum,
Nero and Dido are here. Maybe they brought
them here after the train wreck.”</p>
<p>Tamba did not know what to think, but what
he wanted to do was to keep out of sight of any<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87"></SPAN>[87]</span>
men who might be around, until he could think
of what to do.</p>
<p>“For I’m not in my jungle, that’s sure,” said
Tamba to himself. “And how to get there I
don’t know. But I’m not going back to the circus
if I can help it.”</p>
<p>Tamba now felt some one pulling at the load
of hay, as if about to unload it from the wagon.
Then the tame tiger, giving a look over the side
and seeing no one, slipped and slid down, and,
noticing an open door in the barn, through it he
ran and hid in a dark corner.</p>
<p>“There! Now maybe they can’t find me!”
thought the tiger. “I’ll stay here until it’s dark,
and then run out. But where am I?”</p>
<p>Tamba asked himself this question over and
over again. Outside the barn he heard men
talking and horses moving about, and with the
wild animal smell came the sweet smell of new
hay—the hay on which he had ridden to the city.</p>
<p>“The man must be taking the hay off the
wagon,” thought Tamba. “I can’t ride on it
again. Well, perhaps I shall not need to. But
I should like to know where I am, and what all
this means.”</p>
<p>For some time Tamba remained hidden in a
dark corner of the barn, and then, suddenly, an
animal came running in and Tamba knew at
once what kind it was. For it was striped almost<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88"></SPAN>[88]</span>
the same as was the tiger himself—with yellow
and black—and it was a zebra.</p>
<p>“Oh, hello, my friend!” called Tamba, in animal
talk, from the place where he was hidden.
“Are you running away from the circus, too, Mr.
Zebra?”</p>
<p>“Circus? Why, no. I never was in a circus,
though I’ve heard about such things,” the zebra
answered. “But how did you get out of your
cage? I didn’t know any of the tigers were
loose.”</p>
<p>“Oh, I got out some time ago, in a train
wreck,” answered Tamba. “But what is the circus
doing here, and have they had the parade
yet?”</p>
<p>“Look here!” exclaimed the zebra, as he
chewed some wisps of hay he picked up from the
barn floor. “I guess we don’t either of us know
what the other is talking about. This isn’t a circus.
This is a zoölogical park, in a big city, and
I am one of the animals. Only, as I am very
tame, they let me run about the yard where the
barn is. We have some lions and tigers here,
but they are kept in cages. Are you one of the
zoo tigers?”</p>
<p>“No,” answered Tamba. “I was a circus
tiger. But I ran away, and I am going back to
my jungle. So this is the zoo. Now I understand.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89"></SPAN>[89]</span></p>
<p>What had happened was this. The farmer,
on whose load of hay Tamba had hidden, gone to
sleep, and been given a ride to the city, had
brought the hay to the zoölogical park, to sell, as
he often did. He had driven it right up to the
barn to unload, and then it was that Tamba
slipped off and hid before any one saw him.
And the wild animal smell that Tamba noticed
was the smell of the animals in the park. I suppose
you have been to the zoölogical park near
your own city, perhaps, and have noticed that
smell. It is almost like a circus, so it is no wonder
Tamba was puzzled.</p>
<p>“So this is the zoo, is it?” he asked the zebra.
“Well, I don’t want to stay here, any more than
I want to stay in a circus. But how can I get
away?”</p>
<p>“Well, if you really belonged here, of course
it wouldn’t be right for me to tell you how to
get away,” said the zebra. “But as you are not
one of the zoo animals, it will be all right for
you to run off. You had better wait until it is
dark, though, and then you can crawl out
through the fence near the back of this barn.
But you will be in the middle of a big city, and
not in your jungle.”</p>
<p>“I know,” said Tamba, sadly. “But I’m used
to cities. I have been in parades in them often
enough. I’ll find my way out somehow, and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90"></SPAN>[90]</span>
then I’ll go to my jungle. But I wish I had
something to eat. You haven’t a bone or a piece
of meat, have you?”</p>
<p>“I am sorry to say I have not,” replied the zebra.
“All I eat is hay and grains. But I can
show you where to get a drink of water.”</p>
<p>“I shall like that,” said the tame tiger, “as I
am very thirsty.”</p>
<p>So the zebra showed the tiger where, in the
barn, was a tub of water out of which the horses
who worked in the zoölogical park got their
drinks. There Tamba quenched his thirst and
felt better. Then he crawled back into the dark
corner to hide. The zebra had to go away, but
he promised to come back and let Tamba know
when it was dark enough for the tiger to run out
and start afresh on his journey to the jungle.</p>
<p>All that day Tamba remained hidden in the
barn. He saw none of the other wild animals,
and the zebra did not come back. Tamba was
getting hungrier and hungrier, but he knew he
dared not go out to look for anything to eat. If
he had the park men would have seen him and
chased after him, either catching him to put in
one of their cages, or else sending him back to
the circus. And Tamba did not want that.</p>
<p>After a while it became darker. Tamba
sneaked out and got another drink, and then in a<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91"></SPAN>[91]</span>
little while he heard the patter of the feet of his
zebra friend on the floor of the barn.</p>
<p>“Are you there, Tamba?” asked the zebra, in
animal talk.</p>
<p>“Yes,” answered the tiger.</p>
<p>“Well, it’s dark enough now for you to set
out,” went on the zebra. “Cut across the park
over the big field you’ll see as soon as you leave
this barn. That way will take you to a street
where there are not so many cars and wagons as
on the street nearest this side. It is quieter.”</p>
<p>“That’s what I want—to be quiet,” said
Tamba. “That’s why I want to go back to my
jungle.”</p>
<p>Tamba took another drink of water, for he did
not know when he would get any more, and then,
having said good-by to his friend, the striped
zebra, the tame tiger went softly out of the barn
into the night. He saw the big field and, on the
other side, a row of lights. At first they looked
like the lights around the circus tents when a
night-show is being given, but when Tamba
looked a second time he knew they were street
lights. He was still in the big city.</p>
<p>“Good-by!” called the zebra after him. “I
hope you soon come to your jungle.”</p>
<p>“Thank you! I hope so myself,” said Tamba.</p>
<p>He ran across the big park field in the darkness.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92"></SPAN>[92]</span>
No one saw him, for few persons are in the
park at night. Tamba sniffed the air, and he
smelled water. There was such a strong smell
of water that Tamba knew it must come from a
big river or a lake.</p>
<p>“And it smells like salt water, too,” thought
the tame tiger. “I remember that smell of salt
water. I smelled it when they put me on a ship
and brought me away from my jungle. Perhaps
my jungle home is just across that salt
water. I am going to see.”</p>
<p>What Tamba smelled was the salt water of a
big river that flowed through the city down to
the ocean. And beyond the ocean lay the jungle.
This much Tamba had guessed.</p>
<p>“I am going toward that salt water,” said the
tiger to himself. “This is the first time I have
smelled it since I was on the ship. I believe,
after all, I shall at last get to my jungle.”</p>
<p>But there were quite a few adventures for
Tamba to have before he reached his old home.</p>
<p>On across the big field in the zoölogical park
ran Tamba. He was coming nearer and nearer
to the row of lights, nearer and nearer to the
smell of salt water, and, also, nearer and nearer
to a city street. It was this street that Tamba
feared most. Once he was across that, he
thought everything would be all right.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93"></SPAN>[93]</span></p>
<p>He came to a low, stone wall around the park.
He looked and listened as well as he could. He
did not see any one who he thought would try
to catch him.</p>
<p>With a leap and a bound Tamba cleared the
low, stone wall and found himself on the sidewalk
of a street. Just at this place, and at this
time, there did not happen to be any wagons,
street cars or automobiles. Tamba was beginning
to think everything was coming along
finely, and that he would easily get to the salt
water when, all of a sudden, he heard a woman
scream. Then a man, who was with her, cried:</p>
<p>“What’s the matter? What is it?”</p>
<p>“A tiger! A tiger! Look, there’s a tiger
loose in the street!”</p>
<p>“Why—why—so it is!” exclaimed the man,
who, with the woman, had come walking along
soon after Tamba leaped over the wall. “It’s
a real, live tiger! It must have escaped from the
zoo. I’ll drive it back!”</p>
<p>“Oh, don’t! He might bite or claw you!”
cried the woman. “Get a policeman!”</p>
<p>“I will,” answered the man, and he began to
call loudly.</p>
<p>“This is no place for me!” quickly thought
Tamba. “I must run and hide again.”</p>
<p>Of course he did not know what the man and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94"></SPAN>[94]</span>
woman were saying, but he knew that they would
want to catch him, or call some one to do it, and
so Tamba knew he must hide.</p>
<p>He looked about for a good place to go. He
did not want to jump back into the park. Up
the street, a little way, he saw what he thought
was the opening to a big cave. True, it was
lighter than the entrance to the jungle cave
where Tamba used to live, but perhaps it might
do for a hiding place.</p>
<p>“I’ll go in there!” decided Tamba.</p>
<p>The tiger turned away from the man, who was
still shouting for the police, and from the
woman, who had covered her eyes with her
hands, and then <SPAN href="#i_frontis">Tamba ran for what he thought
was the doorway of a cave</SPAN>. At the entrance he
could see that it stretched away out in a sort of
dark tunnel.</p>
<p>“This is the place for me!” said Tamba to
himself, and the next moment he was running
down some stone steps. As he went down he
heard a loud rumbling and roaring.</p>
<p>“Ha! There is going to be a thunder storm,”
thought Tamba. “I came to this cave just in
time!”</p>
<p>And, back in the street, where they had first
seen the jungle beast, the man and woman cried:</p>
<p>“Oh, the tiger ran down into the subway!
The tiger is in the subway!”</p>
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