Doctor Dolittle's Circus (Musaicum Children's Classics). Hugh Lofting

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      During show hours, the Doctor used to sit in a chair on the front platform, taking the sixpences and smiling on the people as they went in – for all the world as though every one of them were old friends visiting his home. And, in fact, he did in this way re-meet many folks who had known him in years gone by, including the old lady with rheumatism, Squire Jenkyns and neighbours from Puddleby.

      Poor Dab-Dab was busier than ever now. For in addition to the housekeeping duties she always had to keep one eye on the Doctor; and many were the scoldings she gave him because he would let the children in for nothing when she wasn’t looking.

      Too-Too was always there

      At the end of each day Blossom, the manager, came to divide up the money. And Too-Too, the mathematician, was always there when the adding was done, to see that the Doctor got his proper share.

      Although the pushmi-pullyu was so popular, the Doctor saw very early in his new career that it would take quite a time to earn sufficient money to pay the sailor back for the boat – let alone to make enough for himself and his family to live on besides.

      He was rather sorry about this; for there were a lot of things in the circus business that he did not like and he was anxious to leave it. While his own show was a perfectly honest affair, there were many features of the circus that were faked; and the Doctor, who always hated fake of any kind, had an uncomfortable feeling that he was part of an establishment not strictly honest. Most of the gambling games were arranged so that those who played them were bound to lose their money.

      But the thing that worried the Doctor most was the condition of the animals. Their life, he felt, was in most cases an unhappy one. At the end of his first day with the circus, after the crowds have gone home and all was quiet in the enclosure, he had gone back into the menagerie and talked to the animals there. They nearly all had complaints to make: their cages were not kept properly clean; they did not get exercise or room enough; with some the food served was not the kind they liked.

      The Doctor heard them all and was so indignant he sought out the ringmaster in his private caravan right away and told him plainly of all the things he thought ought to be changed.

      Blossom listened patiently until he had finished and then he laughed.

      “Why, Doc,” said he, “if I was to do all the things you want me to I might as well leave the business! I’d be ruined. What, pension off the horses? Send the hurri-gurri back to his home? Keep the men cleaning out the cages all day? Buy special foods? Have the animals took out for walks every day, like a young lady’s academy? Man, you must be crazy! Now, look here: You don’t know anything about this game – nothing, see? I’ve given in to you in all you asked. I’m letting you run your part of the show your own way. But I’m going to run the rest of it my way. Understand? I don’t want no interference. It’s bad enough to have the strong man on the sick list. I ain’t going to go broke just to please your Sunday school ideas. And that’s flat.”

      Sad at heart, the Doctor left the manager’s quarters and made his way across to his own caravan. On the steps of his wagon, he found the Cat’s-Meat-Man smoking his evening pipe. Close by, Beppo, the old horse, was cropping the scrubby grass of the enclosure by the light of the moon.

      “Nice night,” said Matthew. “You look kind of worried, Doctor. Anything wrong?”

      “Yes,” said John Dolittle, sitting down miserably on the steps beside him. “Everything’s wrong. I’ve just been talking to Blossom about improving conditions in the menagerie. He won’t do a single thing I ask. I think I’ll leave the circus.”

      “Oh, come now,” said Matthew. ‘Why, you ain’t hardly begun, Doctor! Blossom doesn’t know yet that you can talk animal language even! Circuses don’t have to be bad. You could run one that would be a new kind; clean, honest, special – one that everybody in the world come to see. But you got to get money first. Don’t give up so easy.”

      “No, it’s no use, Matthew. I’m doing no good here and I can’t stay and see animals unhappy. I never should have gone into the business.”

      At this moment the old horse, Beppo, hearing his friend’s voice, drew near and pushed his muzzle affectionately into the Doctor’s ear.

      “Hulloa,” said John Dolittle. “Beppo, I’m afraid I can be of no help to you. I’m sorry – but I am going to leave the circus.”

      “But, Doctor,” said the old horse, “you’re our one hope. Why, only today I heard the elephant and the Talking Horse – the cob who performs in the big show – they were saying how glad they were that you had come. Be patient. You can’t change everything in a minute. If you go, then we’ll never get anything we want. But we know that if you stay, before long you will be running the whole show the way it should be run. We’re not worried as long as you’re with us. Only stay. And mark my words, the day will come when the new circus, ‘The Dolittle Circus,’ will be the greatest on earth.”

      For a moment the Doctor was silent. And Matthew, who had not understood the conversation with the horse, waited impatiently for him to speak.

      At last he arose and turned to go into the caravan.

      “Well,” said the Cat’s-Meat-Man anxiously, “are you going to stay?”

      “Yes, Matthew,” said the Doctor. “It seems I’ve got to. Good night.”

      At the end of that week the Grimbledon Fair was over and the circus had to move on to the next town. It was a big job, this packing up a large show for a long journey by road. And all day Sunday the enclosure was a very busy place. Men ran around everywhere shouting orders. The big tent and the little tents were pulled down and rolled up. The stands were taken apart and piled into wagons. The large space that had looked so gay was quickly changed into a drab, untidy mess. It was all very new to the Doctor’s pets; and though Dab-Dab joined in the general hustle of packing, the rest of them enjoyed the excitement and the newness of it no end.

      One thing that amused them very much was the change in the appearance of the performers when they got out of their circus dress to travel. Gub-Gub was very confused, because he couldn’t recognize anybody any more. The clown took the white paint off his face. The Princess Fatima laid aside her gorgeous garments and appeared like a respectable charwoman ready for a holiday. The Wild Man of Borneo put on a collar and tie and talked quite naturally. And the Bearded Lady took off her beard, folded it up and packed it in a trunk.

      Then in a long procession of caravans the circus set out upon the road. The next town to be visited was fifty miles off. This journey could not, of course, be covered in a single day, going at a walk. The nights were to be spent camping out by the roadside or in whatever convenient clear spaces could be found. So, beside the new amusement of seeing the country by day from a home on wheels, the animals had the thrill of spending the nights gypsy-fashion, wherever darkness found them.

      On the scent of a fox

      Jip got lots of fun chasing the rats out of the ditches along the road and often going off across a meadow on the scent of a fox. The slowness of the circus’s pace gave him time for all sorts of small adventures; and he could always catch up. But Gub-Gub’s chief delight was guessing where they would spend the night.

      This part of the life, the halting for sleep, seemed to be enjoyed by all. When the kettle was put on to boil over the roadside fire everyone cheered up and got talkative. Jip’s two friends, the clown’s dog and Toby, the Punch-and-Judy dog, always came around as soon as the procession stopped for the night, and joined the Doctor’s party. They, too, seemed to be much in favour of John Dolittle’s taking charge of the show or running a circus of his own. And when they weren’t amusing the family circle with wonderful stories of a show-dog’s life they kept telling the Doctor that a real Dolittle Circus would, to their way of thinking, be a perfect institution.