<h2><SPAN name="CHAPTER_VIII" id="CHAPTER_VIII">CHAPTER VIII</SPAN><br/> <small>DIDO HELPS A GIRL</small></h2>
<p class="cap">“See how friendly our dogs are with the
dancing bear,” said Alice, the girl, to
Bob, the boy.</p>
<p>“Our bear is very good and tame, and he likes
good dogs,” spoke George.</p>
<p>“Where did you get him?” asked the boy, for
the automobile tire was not yet fixed, and they
still had to wait beside the country road.</p>
<p>“I caught Dido on top of a mountain, in the
woods, in a far country,” said the man. “I put
some honey in a box and when he went in to get
it the door fell shut and he could not get out.
Then I trained him, and brought him to this
country. He was a little fellow then, and he
used to growl at me, but now he likes me, I think,
for I try to be kind to him.”</p>
<p>“Yes, I do like you,” said Dido to himself.
“He is good to me,” he added, speaking to the
two dogs.</p>
<p>For though Dido, Don and Rex could understand
most of the talk that went on, they themselves
could not speak to the men, or to the boy<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</SPAN></span>
or girl. Then the man told the boy and girl how
Dido had learned to dance, just as I have told
you in the first part of this book.</p>
<p>“Did it all happen that way?” asked Don, of
Dido, for the dogs and bear were resting in the
shade now.</p>
<p>“That’s just the way it happened,” Dido said.
“I lived in the woods with my father and mother,
and my brothers Gruffo and Muffo. But I like
it here now better than in the woods.”</p>
<p>“And how is Tum Tum, the jolly elephant?”
asked Don.</p>
<p>“Very well,” answered Dido, “and as fond of
peanuts as ever.”</p>
<p>“Yes, he always did like them,” barked Don,
“but, as for me, I never could see much in them.
The shells get in my teeth.”</p>
<p>“Tum Tum eats them, shells and all,” Dido
said.</p>
<p>“Well, remember me to him when next you
see him,” went on the dog who had once run
away. “Tell him I would like to see him
again.”</p>
<p>“I shall,” Dido promised, “though I don’t
know when I may meet him again. He is in the
circus, you know, and I am traveling about the
country. Still I may see him.”</p>
<p>By this time the automobile tire was mended
and the man called to the boy and girl to get in.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“That means we shall have to go also,” said
Don. “Well, good-by, Dido. I am glad to
have met you.”</p>
<p>“And so am I,” said Rex, the other dog. Then
they rubbed noses together, which is a sort of
way animals have of shaking hands, I suppose;
and then they parted.</p>
<p>“Don’t forget to tell Tum Tum what I told
you!” barked Don, with a wag of his tail, as he
jumped up with the boy and girl.</p>
<p>“I’ll not,” promised Dido, waving his paw at
the two dogs.</p>
<p>Then the automobile puffed away and Tom
and George led Dido down the country road,
now and then stopping in front of a house to
blow a tune on the brass horn, so Dido could do
his tricks.</p>
<p>That night it rained, so the two men with the
dancing bear could not sleep out in the woods.
They looked around until they found a barn, and
they asked the farmer if they might sleep in
that.</p>
<p>“If you will kindly let us,” said George, “we
will make our bear do tricks for you, and you
will not need to give us any money in the hat.”</p>
<p>“Very well,” the farmer said; “you and Dido
may sleep on the hay in my barn. And I will
give you something to eat, though I do not know
what bears like.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“He likes buns especially,” said George, “and
I have none for him in my bag. He ate the last
one this noon, and since then we have not come
to a bakery where I could buy more.”</p>
<p>“Likes buns, does he?” asked the farmer’s
wife. “Well, I have some, but they have raisins
in. Do you think Dido would not like them on
that account?”</p>
<p>“Raisins in the buns!” cried George, making
a low bow. “Why he will like them all the better
on that account. The buns I give him only
have little currants in. He will like raisins very
much better indeed.”</p>
<p>And Dido did. He thought he had never
tasted such good buns as those the farmer’s wife
gave him. And Dido did all his tricks in the
barn that night, safe and dry from the rain. The
farmer and his wife, the hired man and some
boys and girls, came from nearby houses to watch
Dido do his tricks, and no one had to give a cent
because the farmer had been kind to the men,
and the farmer’s nice wife had been very good
to Dido.</p>
<p>The next morning the sun shone, for the rain
had stopped, and after Dido had taken a bath,
in the big trough where the farm horses drank,
he and his two masters started off down the country
road again, having had a good breakfast.</p>
<p>The farmer’s wife gave George more raisin-buns<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</SPAN></span>
to put in his bag for Dido, and the dancing
bear was very glad when he saw them.</p>
<p>“I shall not be hungry to-day,” said Dido to
himself.</p>
<p>That day they passed through two or three
small towns, and Dido did his tricks several
times, so that the hat of George had quite some
money in it. And that night the men and their
trained bear slept in the woods, with moss for a
bed and the blankets they carried with them for
covers. Dido’s fur was <em>his</em> blanket.</p>
<p>Dido awakened early the next morning, before
either of the men. He looked at them
sleeping near him, and then he rolled over on
the bed of moss, stretched his strong legs,
scratched with his claws on the soft ground and
opened his mouth to stretch that in a big yawn.</p>
<p>Then Dido stood up, and he saw that during
the night the chain, which George always used
to fasten him to a tree, had come loose.</p>
<p>“Why, I could run away if I wanted to,”
thought Dido. “I could slip off in the woods
and run away, as Don, the dog, did. Only I
won’t. George would feel badly, and, besides,
I might not be able to get anything to eat. These
woods may not be like the woods on the mountain
where I used to live. I guess I will not
run away. I will just walk down to that little
brook and get a drink.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>Not far from where the men and bear had
slept that night was a nice brook, bubbling over
green, mossy stones. Dido went down to the
bank of it, and, as he was getting a drink, he saw
some fish swimming about.</p>
<p>“Ha! Fish!” said Dido to himself. “That’s
good. Here is my breakfast all ready and waiting
for me—if I can catch one.”</p>
<p>The dancing bear leaned over the water as his
father and mother had taught him to do. He
had not forgotten. Dido waited. Pretty soon
he saw, swimming along, a big, shiny fish.</p>
<p>“Ah, ha!” thought Dido. “I guess I can get
you!”</p>
<p>Down he scooped with his paw, getting his
claws under the fish, and out of the water he
lifted him.</p>
<p>“Oh, look!” cried Tom, awakening just in time
to see Dido toss the fish out on the bank. “What
is our bear doing?”</p>
<p>“He is getting his breakfast,” answered
George. “Wild bears often catch fish that way.
But this is the first time I ever saw Dido do it.
I wish he would catch some for us.”</p>
<p>And Dido did, though he did not know he was
catching fish for his masters. He thought they
would all be for him. But Dido pulled out of
the brook more fish than he really needed, and
Tom and George built a fire and cooked some<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</SPAN></span>
for themselves. Dido did not bother about a
fire. He was afraid of a blaze, as all animals
are.</p>
<p>After their breakfast in the woods, Dido and
his masters marched on again. Whenever they
came to a village Tom would blow on the brass
horn, and Dido would dance around, turn somersaults,
march like a soldier and climb a tree
or telegraph pole. The people liked to see this
last more than anything else, and Dido liked to
climb, for he was used to that. He really liked
it better than turning somersaults, for much dust
got in his thick fur when he got down and rolled
over on the ground.</p>
<p>Dido was a clean bear, and whenever he became
dusty and dirty he wanted a bath. And
whenever they came to a lake or stream of water
Dido was allowed to go in, and splash about as
much as he pleased.</p>
<p>One hot afternoon Dido was asleep in the
woods with the two men. They had performed
the tricks in one village, and were going on to
another, taking a rest in between.</p>
<p>Once again Dido awakened to find his two
masters asleep, but this time the chain was still
fast to a tree, so Dido could not wander very
far. He got up and walked about, and, as he
did so he heard, off through the woods, the barking
of a dog, and then a scream.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</SPAN></span></p>
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<div class="caption"><SPAN href="#Page_82">Just as the dog was going to jump Dido stepped in between
them.</SPAN></div>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>All at once Dido saw a girl running along the
path in the woods, and behind the girl came a
big black dog, barking angrily, and trying to
catch the girl.</p>
<p>“Oh, stop him! Somebody please stop him!”
screamed the girl. “He is a bad dog and wants
to bite me!”</p>
<p>Of course Dido did not know all the girl said,
but he could see that the dog was angry and had
sharp teeth. He might bite the girl, though
why any dog should want to bite such a nice girl
Dido could not tell.</p>
<p>“Don’t let him get me!” begged the girl, and
she ran toward Dido and the two men, who were
now awake.</p>
<p>“Here!” cried Dido to the bad dog in animal
language. “You let that girl alone!”</p>
<p>“No, I’ll not!” barked the dog. “I am going
to bite her!”</p>
<p>“Oh, no, you’re not!” said Dido, and he
growled now, for he did not like this kind of a
dog. Then, <SPAN href="#i_p081">just as the dog was going to jump</SPAN>
at the girl, <SPAN href="#i_p081">Dido stepped in between them</SPAN>, and,
with one sweep of his big paw, the dancing bear
knocked the dog to one side, so that he rolled
over and over in the leaves.</p>
<p>“There! Now I guess you’ll let little girls
alone!” said Dido, standing ready to knock the
dog away again if he sprang at the girl.</p>
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