ngled him at Bridgeport. You remember, George,
he wouldn't take the poison. Oh, he was no fool, Tip wasn't, and I told
the Old Man we'd have to put nooses on him and cut off his wind."

"I know, Bill, the Old Man said it wasn't possible to strangle an
elephant--"

"And say, George, I had his wind shut off inside of three minutes after
the boys began to haul. Oh, you can't beat three sheave-blocks, George,
for finishing off a bad tusker. Well, this night in Troy those four
elephants went sailing through this rolling-mill, trumpeting like mad,
right over the hot iron, scaring those Irishmen blue, and then smashed
down a steep refuse bank into the mud. Oh, what looking elephants! Nan
had her legs all burned, and--"

"I know, and say, Bill, do you remember where I found Tip? Three miles
out of Troy, standing up in a corn-field sound asleep, and two little
boys on a rail fence looking at him. He'd knocked over a shanty and
smashed open a barrel of whisky--a whole barrel, Bill--and there he was
sound asleep. When I saw those little boys I made up my mind I'd found
Tip.

"'What ye lookin' at, little boys?' I sung out.

"'El'phunt, mister,' says one of the boys, sort of careless like, just
as if it was a common thing in Troy for elephants to be asleep in
corn-fields."

"I know, that's the way little boys act," remarked Newman, sagaciously.
"Say, George, tell about the time you took that car-load of animals over
the Alleghanies."

After some preliminaries, Mr. Arstingstall responded to the invitation,
and I heard a story that Victor Hugo might have turned into a
masterpiece of description.

It was back in the winter of 1874, and circus trains were not fitted up
as completely then as they are to-day. Arstingstall was in charge of a
car packed with a medley of animals--lions and tigers in cages, some
camels, some boxes of monkeys, some hyenas, a sacred bull from Tibet,
and a young male elephant recently brought from Africa and as yet
untrained. All these were on their way to Wisconsin, where the show was
to make its spring opening in a couple of weeks, during which
Arstingstall was expected to break the young elephant for driving in a
chariot race.

At one end of the car was a stove against the bitter weather, but the
elephant was chained at the other end, and as they came into the
mountain region Arstingstall noticed that the elephant was suffering
from cold, and at the first stop sent a man out for half a bucket of