he watched Tum-Tum
and the other elephants march slowly along the road on their big feet,
like wash tubs, swinging their long trunks.

Then Mappo the monkey, and Squinty, the comical pig, started off through
the woods.

CHAPTER XII

SQUINTY GETS HOME AGAIN

"Squinty, I don't believe we're going to find any cocoanut trees in this
woods," said Mappo, the monkey, after he and the little pig had wandered
on for some time.

"It doesn't seem so, does it?" spoke Squinty, looking all around, first
with his wide-open eye, and then with his queer, droopy one.

The monkey ran along, now on the ground, and now and then swinging
himself up in the branches of trees, by his long legs, each one of which
had a sort of hand on the end. Sometimes he hung by his tail, for
monkeys are made to do that.

"My, I wish I could get up in the trees the way you do," said Squinty.
"Do you think I could hang by my tail, Mappo?"

"I don't know," answered the monkey, scratching his head. "Your tail has
a nice little curl in it, almost like mine. Did you ever try to hang by
your tail?"

"No, I never did."

"Well, you don't know what you can do until you try," said Mappo.

The two animal friends soon came to where some of the acorn nuts had
fallen off a tree, and they ate as many as they wanted. Mappo said they
were not as good as cocoanuts, but he liked them pretty well, because he
was hungry. And Squinty thought acorns were just the best things he had
ever tasted, except apples, and potatoes or perhaps sour milk.

By this time it was getting dark, and Squinty said:

"Oh dear, I wonder where we can sleep tonight?"

"Oh, do not let that worry you," said Mappo. "I am used to living in the
woods. When I was little, before I was caught and put in the circus, I
lived in the woods all the while. See, here is a nice hollow stump,
filled with leaves, for you to sleep in, and I will climb a tree, and
sleep in that."

"Couldn't you sleep down in the stump with me?" asked Squinty. "It's
sort of lonesome, all by yourself in the dark."

"Yes, I'll sleep with you," said Mappo. "Now we'll make up a nice bed."

But, just as they were piling some more leaves in the hollow stump, they
heard many voices of men shouting in the woods.

"Here he is! Here is that runaway monkey! I see him! Come and catch
him!" cried the men.

"Oh, they're from the circus! They're after me!" cried Mappo. "I must
run and hide. Good-by, Squinty. I'll see you agai