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ever to Mrs. Dan, though Hugh marveled slightly. He kneeled on the window-seat to watch the world go by. The Circus was crawling along a winding road, clear of timber, so that he could see parts of it further back, rounding curves the blue caravan had already passed. There were wide pastures on both sides of the road, dotted with sheep and cattle: now and then a bush homestead came into view, and people would rush out into the garden to look at the Circus. Small children climbed the fences, shouting and waving. Hugh knew just how they feit—a few months ago he would have been among the first to run and shout. He pictured their feelings when they should catch sight of the elephants, wishing he could see so far back.

A few miles further on they came to a small township. There, indeed, was excitement for you! Faces at every window, people in the one "general store" rushing out to stare, men holding frightened horses, babies yelling, disregarded by their mothers. The men on the lorries tossed handbills into the road, and boys dashed to piek them up. Some one raised a cry of "Elephants!" and there was a rush of people to catch the first glimpse of the great beasts. Then the blue caravan had passed the last house, and beyond were more pastures and the unbroken silence of the country.

Half an hour later a creek crossed the road, spanned by a high bridge that creaked as the heavy wagons passed over it. Ahead Big Dan was signaling: in response to his gesture the caravans turned aside to a wide, grassy space,