I never killed for
fun. It is only men who kill creatures and call it sport. Wild animals
are not so savage as that.
You wonder that I am in this cage when I am so strong. I am afraid of
men. They are wise and cruel. They made a trap and caught me. They have
made these iron bars which are stronger than I am.
I have tried my best to get out. I am weary and homesick I need the wide
plains, and the deep streams, and the fresh, sweet air of the forests.
Sometimes when I am asleep I dream of my old home. I forget the crowds
who stare at me, and the smell of the sawdust, and the narrow, narrow
cage. I think I am once again in the great, free, open country.
Then I spring up gladly, and there are only the iron bars and the low
roof. I roar with pain and grief and my keeper comes to punish me with
his sharp-pointed stick. When you see me in my cage, pity me, for I am
very miserable.
[Illustration: THE SHIP OF THE DESERT]
THE SHIP OF THE DESERT.
The home of the camel is in Arabia. In that country there are many miles
of sandy desert.
We use ships to carry goods and men across the sea; in Arabia the camel
is used to carry goods and men across the sand. He carries heavy loads
over the scorching deserts, and for this reason he is called the Ship of
the Desert.
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