<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</SPAN><br/><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span></p>
<h2><i>THE ELEVENTH CHAPTER</i><br/> <small>THE BLACK PRINCE</small></h2>
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<p class="drop-capi">BY the edge of the river they
stopped and said farewell.</p>
<p>This took a long time, because
all those thousands of monkeys
wanted to shake John Dolittle by
the hand.</p>
<p>Afterwards, when the Doctor and his pets
were going on alone, Polynesia said,</p>
<p>“We must tread softly and talk low as we
go through the land of the Jolliginki. If the
King should hear us, he will send his soldiers
to catch us again; for I am sure he is still very
angry over the trick I played on him.”</p>
<p>“What I am wondering,” said the Doctor,
“is where we are going to get another boat to
go home in.... Oh well, perhaps we’ll find
one lying about on the beach that nobody is
using. ‘Never lift your foot till you come to
the stile.’”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>One day, while they were passing through
a very thick part of the forest, Chee-Chee went
ahead of them to look for cocoanuts. And
while he was away, the Doctor and the rest of
the animals, who did not know the jungle-paths
so well, got lost in the deep woods. They wandered
around and around but could not find
their way down to the seashore.</p>
<p>Chee-Chee, when he could not see them anywhere,
was terribly upset. He climbed high
trees and looked out from the top branches to
try and see the Doctor’s high hat; he waved and
shouted; he called to all the animals by name.
But it was no use. They seemed to have disappeared
altogether.</p>
<p>Indeed they had lost their way very badly.
They had strayed a long way off the path, and
the jungle was so thick with bushes and creepers
and vines that sometimes they could hardly
move at all, and the Doctor had to take out
his pocket-knife and cut his way along. They
stumbled into wet, boggy places; they got all
tangled up in thick convolvulus-runners; they
scratched themselves on thorns, and twice they<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</SPAN></span>
nearly lost the medicine-bag in the under-brush.
There seemed no end to their troubles; and
nowhere could they come upon a path.</p>
<p>At last, after blundering about like this for
many days, getting their clothes torn and their
faces covered with mud, they walked right into
the King’s back-garden by mistake. The King’s
men came running up at once and caught them.</p>
<p>But Polynesia flew into a tree in the garden,
without anybody seeing her, and hid herself.
The Doctor and the rest were taken before the
King.</p>
<p>“Ha, ha!” cried the King. “So you are
caught again! This time you shall not escape.
Take them all back to prison and put double
locks on the door. This White Man shall
scrub my kitchen-floor for the rest of his
life!”</p>
<p>So the Doctor and his pets were led back to
prison and locked up. And the Doctor was told
that in the morning he must begin scrubbing the
kitchen-floor.</p>
<p>They were all very unhappy.</p>
<p>“This is a great nuisance,” said the Doctor.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
“I really must get back to Puddleby. That
poor sailor will think I’ve stolen his ship if I
don’t get home soon.... I wonder if those
hinges are loose.”</p>
<p>But the door was very strong and firmly
locked. There seemed no chance of getting out.
Then Gub-Gub began to cry again.</p>
<p>All this time Polynesia was still sitting in the
tree in the palace-garden. She was saying nothing
and blinking her eyes.</p>
<p>This was always a very bad sign with Polynesia.
Whenever she said nothing and blinked
her eyes, it meant that somebody had been making
trouble, and she was thinking out some way
to put things right. People who made trouble
for Polynesia or her friends were nearly always
sorry for it afterwards.</p>
<p>Presently she spied Chee-Chee swinging
through the trees still looking for the Doctor.
When Chee-Chee saw her, he came into her
tree and asked her what had become of him.</p>
<p>“The Doctor and all the animals have been
caught by the King’s men and locked up again,”<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
whispered Polynesia. “We lost our way in the
jungle and blundered into the palace-garden by
mistake.”</p>
<p>“But couldn’t you guide them?” asked Chee-Chee;
and he began to scold the parrot for letting
them get lost while he was away looking
for the cocoanuts.</p>
<p>“It was all that stupid pig’s fault,” said
Polynesia. “He would keep running off the
path hunting for ginger-roots. And I was kept
so busy catching him and bringing him back,
that I turned to the left, instead of the right,
when we reached the swamp.—Sh!—Look!
There’s Prince Bumpo coming into the garden!
He must not see us.—Don’t move, whatever you
do!”</p>
<p>And there, sure enough, was Prince Bumpo,
the King’s son, opening the garden-gate. He
carried a book of fairy-tales under his arm. He
came strolling down the gravel-walk, humming
a sad song, till he reached a stone seat right under
the tree where the parrot and the monkey
were hiding. Then he lay down on the seat<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span>
and began reading the fairy-stories to himself.</p>
<p>Chee-Chee and Polynesia watched him,
keeping very quiet and still.</p>
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<div class="caption">“He began reading the fairy-stories to himself”</div>
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<p>After a while the King’s son laid the book
down and sighed a weary sigh.</p>
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<p>“If I were only a <i>white</i> prince!” said he, with
a dreamy, far-away look in his eyes.</p>
<p>Then the parrot, talking in a small, high voice
like a little girl, said aloud,</p>
<p>“Bumpo, some one might turn thee into a
white prince perchance.”</p>
<p>The King’s son started up off the seat and
looked all around.</p>
<p>“What is this I hear?” he cried. “Methought
the sweet music of a fairy’s silver voice rang
from yonder bower! Strange!”</p>
<p>“Worthy Prince,” said Polynesia, keeping
very still so Bumpo couldn’t see her, “thou sayest
winged words of truth. For ’tis I, Tripsitinka,
the Queen of the Fairies, that speak to
thee. I am hiding in a rose-bud.”</p>
<p>“Oh tell me, Fairy-Queen,” cried Bumpo,
clasping his hands in joy, “who is it can turn
me white?”</p>
<p>“In thy father’s prison,” said the parrot, “there
lies a famous wizard, John Dolittle by name.
Many things he knows of medicine and magic,
and mighty deeds has he performed. Yet thy
kingly father leaves him languishing long and<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</SPAN></span>
lingering hours. Go to him, brave Bumpo,
secretly, when the sun has set; and behold, thou
shalt be made the whitest prince that ever won
fair lady! I have said enough. I must now go
back to Fairyland. Farewell!”</p>
<p>“Farewell!” cried the Prince. “A thousand
thanks, good Tripsitinka!”</p>
<p>And he sat down on the seat again with a smile
upon his face, waiting for the sun to set.</p>
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