and many of the circus people had played with him when he was a cub. So you cannot always believe all you read about the circus.
Thus it was that day after day and week after week, the life of Freckles and Dapples went on. They were constantly on the move. The first thing in the morning they unloaded and hurried away to the circus lot, and the last thing at night they loaded again and were off. It finally became as natural to them as any other life would have been, but it was never monotonous, and although they did the same thing each day, yet the experience was never the same. Putting up the white tented city and parading, showing twice, and then hurrying for the freight station does not sound like an extended program, but when you move a hundred miles each night between stands, and meet new conditions at each new place, things are bound to happen that are not on the program.
More and more, as the days went by,
