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                       ALL THE WORLD’S A STAGE.


                                  THE
                                AMATEUR
                                DRAMA.

                                SEEING
                             THE ELEPHANT


                                BOSTON:
                         GEO. M. BAKER & CO.,
                        149 Washington Street.


                        KILBURN & MALLORY, Sr.]

Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873 by GEORGE
M. BAKER, in the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at
Washington.




  SEEING THE ELEPHANT.


  BY THE AUTHOR OF

  “Sylvia’s Soldier;” “Once on a Time;” “Down by the Sea;” “Bread on the
  Waters;” “The Last Loaf;” “Stand by the Flag;” “The Tempter;” “A
  Drop Too Much;” “We’re All Teetotallers;” “A Little More Cider;”
  “Thirty Minutes for Refreshments;” “Wanted, a Male Cook;” “A
  Sea of Troubles;” “Freedom of the Press;” “A Close Shave;”
  “The Great Elixir;” “The Man with the Demijohn;” “New
  Brooms Sweep Clean;” “Humors of the Strike;” “My
  Uncle the Captain;” “The Greatest Plague in Life;”
  “No Cure, No Pay;” “The Grecian Bend;” “The
  War of the Roses;” “Lightheart’s Pilgrimage;”
  “The Sculptor’s Triumph;” “Too Late for
  the Train;” “Snow-Bound;” “The
  Peddler of Very Nice;” “Bonbons;”
  “Capuletta;” “An Original
  Idea;” &c.


  BOSTON:
  GEO. M. BAKER & CO.
  149 WASHINGTON STREET.




  Entered, according to Act of Congress, in the year 1873,

  BY GEORGE M. BAKER,

  In the Office of the Librarian of Congress, at Washington.


  Stereotyped at the Boston Stereotype Foundry,
  19 Spring Lane.




SEEING THE ELEPHANT


CHARACTERS.

  SILAS SOMERBY, a Farmer, occasionally addicted to the bottle.
  HARRY HOLDEN, his right-hand Man.
  BIAS BLACK, a Teamster.
  PAT MURPHY, a Laborer.
  JOHNNY SOMERBY, Silas’s Son.
  RACHEL SOMERBY, his Wife.
  SALLY SOMERBY, his Daughter.


COSTUMES.

 SILAS, dark pants, short, thick boots, yellow vest, a towel
 pinned about his neck, gray wig, face lathered.

 HARRY, gray pants, blue shirt, black neckkerchief, dark coat.

 BIAS, thick boots, blue frock, woolly wig, black face, long
 whip.

 PAT MURPHY, in shirt sleeves, blue overalls, cap, wig.

 JOHNNY, close-cut hair, pants of his father’s, rolled up at
 bottom, drawn up very high with suspenders, thin coat, short and open,
 very broad brimmed straw hat.

 RACHEL and SALLY, neat calico dresses.


 SCENE.--_Room in SOMERBY’S House. Old-fashioned sofa, R.; table, C.,
 laid for breakfast. HARRY seated R. of table, eating; rocking-chair,
 R. C. SALLY seated, L., shelling peas or paring apples. Entrances, R.,
 L., and C._

_Sally._ (_Singing._)

      “Roll on, silver moon,
      Guide the traveller his way,
  While the nightingale’s song is in tune;
      For I never, never more
      With my true love shall stray
  By the sweet, silver light of the moon.”

_Harry._ Beautiful, beautiful! “There’s music in _that_ air.” Now take
a fresh roll, and keep me company while I take another of your mother’s
delicious fresh rolls.

_Sally._ Making the sixth you have devoured before my eyes!

_Harry._ Exactly. What a tribute to her cooking! She’s the best bred
woman in the country. Her pies are miracles of skill; her rolls are
rolls of honor; her golden butter is so sweet, it makes me sweet upon
her.

_Sally._ Well, I declare, Harry Holden, that’s poetry!

_Harry._ Is it? Then hereafter call me the poet of the breakfast table.
My lay shall be seconded with a fresh egg.

_Sally._ Another? Land sakes! you think of nothing but eating.

_Harry._ Exactly, when I’m hungry. My hunger once appeased, I think of
this good farm--the broad fields, mowing, haying, the well-fed cattle,
and sometimes, when I am _very_ hungry, I think of the time when I
leaned over the fence, and gazed enchanted upon the pretty girl milking
her cow--whose name was Sally.

_Sally._ Eh--the cow?

_Harry._ Now, Sally, don’t destroy the poetry of my language.

_Sally._ Don’t be ungrammatical, Harry; and do stop talking nonsense.

_Harry._ I will, for my breakfast is finished, and I can talk to you no
longer. I’m off. (_Sings._)

  “For to reap and to sow,
  To plough and to mow,
    And to be a farmer’s boy.”

(_Rises._) Ah, I little dreamed, two years ago, when I was playing the
fine gentleman at Squire Jordan’s,--a city swell, up in the country
here on a vacation,--that I should soon become a farmer.

_Sally._ Are you sorry it is so, Harry?

_Harry._ (_Comes down, places a cricket beside SALLY, and
sits on it._) Sorry, you gypsy, when it has made a man of me? No. It
has been my salvation. I have a fortune left me, and was in a fair way
of squandering it in all the vices of the city; had acquired a taste
for hot suppers, fine wines, gambling, and all sorts of dissipation;
was on the high road to ruin, when some good angel sent me up here. I
saw you, and was saved.

_Sally._ And you are perfectly contented with your situation?

_Harry._ Well, no, I’m not. In fact, I’m getting very much dissatisfied.

_Sally._ Not with me, Harry?

_Harry._ With you? Bless your dear little heart! you’re the only
satisfaction I have. When I asked the old gentleman--your father--to
give you to me, two years ago, he said, “No, young man. Though I’ve no
doubt you love my Sally, you’ve got too much money. You never worked a
day in your life. Suppose your wealth should take to itself wings some
day, what’s to become of her? She shall be a farmer’s wife, or die an
old maid. You say you would die for her. Go to work, learn to run a
farm, bring out your muscle, get some color in that pale face, get rid
of your vices, and then, if your money goes, you’ve the power to earn a
living, and a smart wife to help you.”

_Sally._ That’s just what he said, and ’twas good advice.

_Harry._ It was, though I did not think so at the time. But I took it,
hired out to him, and now thank my good fortune for the copy he set me.

_Sally._ And everybody says there’s not a more likely farmer in the
neighborhood than you.

_Harry._ Much obliged to everybody. But, Sally, I think your father is
a little selfish.

_Sally._ Don’t abuse father. He’s the most generous man--

_Harry._ I know. But I’ve grown valuable to him. And now, when I ask
him to let me marry you, he “hems” and “haws,” and says, “Don’t be in
a hurry. Have patience.” He knows that the moment you are my wife, I
shall pack up and be off; and that’s what’s the matter.

_Sally._ It will all come right one of these days.

_Harry._ I suppose it will. But it don’t come right now. I tell you,
Sally, I’m going to have an answer this very day, or to-morrow I’m off.

_Sally._ Off? And leave me?

_Harry._ O, no. Take you with me. You love me--don’t you, Sally?

_Sally._ You know I do, Harry.

_Harry._ Then marry me. I’ll make you the happiest woman in the
world. I’ll carry you to an elegant home, and scatter money in every
direction, to bring around you luxuries and enjoyments.

_Sally._ No, Harry; I could enjoy nothing, leaving my father without
his consent. I have always tried to be a good daughter. He would be
very angry, should I disobey him, and no good fortune would follow me.
No, Harry. Be patient. There’s a good time coming.

_Harry._ Yes, it’s always _coming_. But I shall ask his consent to-day.

_Sally._ Do, Harry. I hope he’ll say yes, for you deserve it. (_Puts
her arm about his neck._)

_Harry._ And you deserve the best husband in the world, you gypsy.
(_Puts his arm round her waist, and kisses her._)

                   _Enter JOHNNY, C._

_Johnny._ Christopher Columbus! O, hokey! (_SALLY and
HARRY jump up._) Did you hear it?

_Sally._ Hear what? Why don’t you frighten a body to death, and have
done with it!

_Johnny._ Somebody fired off something close to my head. Blunderbuss, I
guess. Did it hit you, Sally?

_Sally._ I didn’t hear anything.

_Johnny._ Didn’t you feel it? Must have hit yer right in the mouth.
It’s awful red!

_Harry._ Come, Johnny, there’s enough of that. I don’t like it.

_Johnny._ Don’t you, though? Thought you did. Seemed to take to it
nat’ral nuff. Where’s dad?

_Sally._ He is not up yet. (_Sits and resumes her work. HARRY
goes to chair, back, and takes up his hat._)

JOHNNY. Guess he’s kinder sleepy after his jaunt to the city
yesterday. Guess the coppers are hot! O, won’t he catch it?

HARRY. Why, what’s the matter?

JOHNNY. Matter? Say, thought you was goin’ down with me after
that woodchuck this mornin’. Don’t see what a feller wants to fool away
his time here with a gal for, when there’s a woodchuck to be got so
handy.

                       _Enter MRS. SOMERBY, L._

_Mrs. S._ I’ll woodchuck yer! (_Taking him by the ear._) What d’ ye
mean by keeping out er the way all the morning--hey?

_Johnny._ O! Quit, now! You hurt!

_Mrs. S._ Hope I do. You jest stir out er this room till I’ve done with
yer, if you dare! (_Sits in rocking-chair, and rocks violently._) Sakes
alive! It’s enough to drive one ravin’ distracted! There’s yer father
sleeping like a log, and it’s arter eight o’clock! Where did you two
critters go yesterday--hey?

_Johnny._ Went to the city, of course.

_Mrs. S._ Yes, yer did go to the city with a load of live and dead
stuff; and there’s that man in there, with not a cent in his pocket to
show for it. He’d a never got home at all if the brute in the shafts
hadn’t known more than the brute in the wagon. Drunk clean through!

_Harry._ What! Has Mr. Somerby had another spree?

_Mrs. S._ I should think he had! They come thicker and thicker.--You
young one! you speak up, and tell me what you know ’bout it, quick!

_Johnny._ Well, all I know, dad an’ I went to market. He sold off
everything, and then sent me down to Scudder’s to git a new rake, and
over to Jinks’s for some sugar, and round to Stevens’s to borry a
screw-driver, cos something got loose.

_Mrs. S._ Somethin’ got loose! I should think so!

_Johnny._ Said he’d wait till I come back. When I got back, he hadn’t
waited; so I went tearin’ round arter him. Man in a white hat said he
saw him goin’ down onto the wharf to see the elephant; so I went down.
Big crowd down there. They was a auctioneering off a lot of animals.
Lion, tiger, and monkeys--Jemimy!--by the dozen. Purty soon I spied
dad. He was sprung.

_Mrs. S._ Sprung? For the land sakes! what’s that? Not overboard?

_Johnny._ Sprung--over the bay.

_Mrs. S._ Over the bay? Thought he was on the wharf. Now, don’t yer
lie, you young one!

_Harry._ He means he was in liquor.

_Mrs. S._ More likely liquor in him. Why don’t you say he was drunk,
and have done with it?

_Johnny._ Well, he was pretty full; and when I got there, he was
leanin’ up agin a hogshead, and biddin’ on an elephant.

_Mrs. S._ On an elephant! Why, he might have broke his neck!

_Johnny._ O, fush! He was a biddin’ for the elephant. He offered a
hundred dollars. But I didn’t see it; so I jest took a hold er him,
h’isted him inter the wagon, and drove back to Stevens’s. When I come
out, the wagon and dad were out of sight, and I had to foot it ten
miles. So I jest crept inter the barn when I got here, and had a snooze
on the hay.

_Mrs. S._ Dear me! what capers! Two or three times a year he has these
sprees, and they cost a mint of money. There was apples and cider, hens
and chickens, eggs and butter, all gone. Dear me, what will become of
us? If there’s anything in this world I detest, it’s a toper!

  [_Exit, L._

_Sally._ Poor mother, she’s in a fever of excitement. I’ll try and get
her to lie down.

  [_Exit, L._

_Johnny._ I say, Mr. Holden, it’s purty hard sleddin’ for marm--ain’t
it?

_Harry._ It is, indeed, Johnny; and don’t you make it any harder for
her. Never touch a drop of liquor.

_Johnny._ O, don’t you fret about me. I feel bad enough to see dad on
these times. I’m a purty rough boy, but it does make me feel mean to
see dad, who’s such a smart old gent when he’s sober, let himself out
in this way. I’ve never touched a drop of liquor, and you can bet your
life I never will.

_Harry._ That’s right, Johnny. Drinking is the meanest kind of
enjoyment, and the dearest, too. I’m going to try and reform the old
gentleman.

_Johnny._ Are you? Well, you’ve got a big job.

_Harry._ Perhaps not. His bidding for the elephant has given me an idea.

_Johnny._ It gave me an idea he was purty far gone.

_Harry._ Yes. We will make him believe he bought the elephant.

_Johnny._ What good will that do?

_Harry._ I think we’ll turn the animal into a temperance lecturer. Come
with me. Let’s see your mother and Sally, and arrange matters before
your father appears.

_Johnny._ Yes. But I want ter go after the woodchuck.

_Harry._ Never mind him now. We’ve got bigger game--the elephant.

  [_Exit, L._

           _Enter, slowly, R., SILAS, with a razor in his
                                hand._

_Silas._ I’m in an awful state. My hand shakes so I can’t shave; my
throat is all on fire, my head splitting, and I feel mean enough to
steal. Wonder how I got home! Guess I’ve been and made a fool of
myself. I ain’t got a copper in my pocket; and I know when I sold out
I had over a hundred dollars in my wallet. (_Takes out wallet._) Looks
now as though an elephant had stepped on it. An elephant? Seems to me I
saw one yesterday in teown. Jest remember biddin’ for him at auction.
Lucky I didn’t buy him. ’Twas that plaguy “Ottawa beer” set me goin’.
Well, I s’pose I shall catch it from the old lady. But it’s none of her
business. ’Twas my sarse and my live stock, and I’ve a right to jest
what I please with it.

                       _Enter MRS. SOMERBY, L._

_Mrs. S._ Silas Somerby! are you a man, or are you a monster?

_Silas._ Hey? Ha, ha! Yes, I don’t look very spruce, that’s a fact. The
water was cold, and the razor dull, and--and--

_Mrs. S._ And your hand shakes so you can’t shave. O, Silas, Silas! At
your time of life! I blush for you!

_Silas._ O, bother, now! What are you frettin’ ’bout? I ain’t killed
anybody, or robbed anybody’s house--have I?

_Mrs. S._ You’ve done somethin’ as bad. You’ve been on a spree, and
squandered every cent you had in your pocket.

_Silas._ S’pose I did? Ain’t a hard-working man a right to enjoy
himself once in a while, I’d like to know? Now you jest shet up! I’m
the master of this farm, and if I choose to show a liberal spirit once
in a while, and help along trade by spreading a little cash about, it
ain’t for you to holler and “blush--”

_Mrs. S._ Silas Somerby!

_Silas._ Shet up! if you don’t, I’ll harness up old Jack, and clear out.

_Mrs. S._ For another spree? O, you wretch! ain’t you ashamed of
yourself, to set sich an example to the young uns? And that critter you
sent home! Do you want us to be devoured?

_Silas._ Critter! critter! What critter?

_Mrs. S._ O, you know well enough; and I guess you’ll find you’ve made
a poor bargain this time. I always told you rum would be your ruin;
and if you don’t see the poorhouse staring you in the face afore night,
I’m very much mistaken.

                           _Enter HARRY, L._

_Silas._ What on airth are yer talking about? Are yer crazy, or have
yer been drinking?

_Harry._ (_Comes down between them._) Hush! not a word! We must not let
anybody know you are in the house!

_Silas._ Hey! what ails _you_? Got a touch of the old lady’s complaint?

_Harry._ Hush! Not so loud! We must be cautious. Sheriff Brown is
looking for you; but I’ve put him off the scent.

_Silas._ Then oblige me by putting me on it. What’s the matter? Why is
the sheriff looking for me?

_Harry._ Hush! Not so loud! It’s all about _him_. (_Pointing over his
left shoulder._)

_Silas._ Him! him! Consarn his picter! who is _him_?

_Harry._ Hush! Not so loud! I’ve got him locked up in the barn. He
got into the melon beds; they’re gone: then into the cucumbers; he’s
pickled them all. But I’ve got him safe now.

                          _Enter JOHNNY, L._

_Johnny._ By Jinks! the critter’s hauled the sleigh down from the
rafters; broke it all to smash!

                          _Enter SALLY, L._

_Sally._ O, mother, he’s stepped into your tub of eggs, and there ain’t
a whole one left.

_Mrs. S._ I told you so. O, Silas, how could you?

_Silas._ Are you all crazy? Who has trampled the melons? Who has
pickled the cucumbers? Who has smashed the sleigh? And who has sucked
the eggs? I pause for a reply.

_All._ (_In chorus._) Your elephant!

_Silas._ My elephant? My elephant? Pooh! Nonsense! I don’t own any such
critter.

_Johnny._ Say, dad, have yer forgotten the auction yesterday--the
tiger, and the monkey, and the elephant?

_Silas._ What? Stop! O, my head! It must be so. Did I buy that elephant?

_Harry._ He is in the barn, Mr. Somerby.

_Silas._ I’m a ruined man! (_Sinks into chair L. of table._)
Is he alive?

_Mrs. S._ He ought to be, with half a ton of hay inside him.

_Silas._ O, my hay! my hay!

_Johnny._ And a barrel of turnips.

_Silas._ O, ruin! ruin!

_Sally._ And a whole basket of carrots.

_Silas._ I’ll shoot him! I’ll shoot him!

_Johnny._ That’s easier said than done, dad. Them critters die hard;
and we ain’t got the cannon to bombard him with.

_Harry._ Come, Johnny, let’s look after him. I’m afraid he will get
into more mischief. Will you have a look at him, Mr. Somerby?

_Silas._ Look at him? Never! Find me a way to get rid of him, quick!

_Harry._ That’s not such an easy matter. Nobody would take the gift of
him; and nobody but a fool would buy him.

_Mrs. S._ That’s a fact. O, my eggs! my eggs! Eighty dozen, all ready
for market!

_Sally._ Law sakes! that elephant has made me forget the breakfast
things. (_Clears away the table, carrying things off, L._)

_Harry._ I suppose you want him to have plenty of hay?

_Silas._ (_Fiercely._) Feed him till he splits, or dies of indigestion!

  [_Exit HARRY, L._

_Johnny._ Say, dad, he’ll be grand, if we can only put him to the
plough.

_Silas._ (_Fiercely._) Clear out, yer jackanapes!

  [_Exit JOHNNY, L._

_Mrs. S._ I’ll go and look after the poultry. If he gets in among ’em,
good by to Thanksgiving. It’s all right, Silas. It’s a pretty big
critter to have about; but it shows “a liberal spirit”--don’t it?

  [_Exit, L._

_Silas._ Shut up! Clear out!--Wal, I guess I brought home a pretty big
load last night, accordin’ to the looks of things. Now, what on airth
set me on to buy that elephant? Must have been the Ottawa beer. What
on airth shall I do with him? He’ll eat us out of house and home. If I
kill him, there’s an end of it. No, the beginnin’, for we’d have to dig
up the whole farm to bury him. But he must be got rid of somehow. O,
Somerby, you’ve a long row to hoe here!

                           _Enter HARRY, L._

_Harry._ Now, sir, let us look this matter calmly in the face. (_Sits
R. of table._)

_Silas._ What matter?

_Harry._ Well, suppose we call it “consequential damages.”

_Silas._ Call it what you like. It’s a big critter, and should have a
big name.

_Harry._ You don’t understand me. I told you Sheriff Brown was looking
for you. There are about a dozen complaints lodged against you already.
This is likely to be a costly affair.

_Silas._ Sheriff Brown--complaints--costly affair! Why, what do you
mean? Isn’t it bad enough to be caught with an elephant on your hands?

_Harry._ Well, your elephant, not being acquainted in this part of
the country, got out of the road a little in travelling towards his
present quarters. For instance, he walked into Squire Brown’s fence,
and carried away about a rod of it.

_Silas._ You don’t mean it!

_Harry._ And, in endeavoring to get back to the road, walked through
his glass house, and broke _some_ glass.

_Silas._ Goodness gracious!

_Harry._ Mr. Benson’s flower garden, being near the road, was hastily
visited by his highness, and a few of the rare plants will flourish no
more.

_Silas._ O, my head! Is that all?

_Harry._ No, for Mrs. Carter was on the road with her span. On the
appearance of the great hay-eater, one of the horses dropped dead.

_Silas._ O, ruin, ruin! Why didn’t the elephant keep him company?

_Harry._ These parties have made complaint, and will sue you for
damages. There are other disasters connected with the entry of your
pet--

_Silas._ Don’t mention ’em. Don’t speak of any more. There’s enough now
to ruin me. Broken fences, smashed hot-houses, ruined flower beds, and
a dead horse!

_Harry._ Consequential damages.

_Silas._ Consequential humbugs! I am the victim of a conspiracy. I
don’t own an elephant. I won’t own him. I never bought him. He’s
escaped from a menagerie. Why should I buy an elephant?

_Harry._ That won’t do, Mr. Somerby. You were seen at the auction; you
were heard to bid for the animal. I’m afraid you will have to suffer.

_Silas._ I won’t pay a cent. They may drag me to jail, torture me with
cold baths and hot irons; but not a cent will I pay for the capers of
that elephant.

                        _Enter BIAS BLACK, L._

_Bias._ Hay! What’s dat? Am yer gwine to ’pudiate, Massa Somebody?
Gwine back on de ber--ber--bullephant--am yer?

_Silas._ What’s the matter with you, Bias Black?

_Bias._ Wal, I speck a heap, Massa Somebody. Dat ar bullephant of
yourn has driben dis indervideral inter bankrupturicy. Dar’s been a
reg’lar smash up ob his commercial crisis, and de wabes ob affliction
are rollin’ into dis yer bussom.

_Silas_. Now, yeou black imp, talk English, or walk Spanish, quick!
What do yeou want?

_Bias._ Want damages, heavy damages; dat’s what I want, Massa Somebody.

_Silas._ Damages for what?

_Bias._ Wal, hold yer hush, an’ I’ll tell yer. Las’ night I was gwine
along de road, see, wid my hoss and wagon chock full, an’ ole Missey
Pearson sittin’ alongside ob me--picked her up in de road. Pore ole
lady! Guess she won’t ax any more rides! An’ jes’ when I got by Square
Jones’s door, den dar was an airthquake, by golly! Somethin’ took right
hole ob de tail-board. Felt somethin’ h’ist. Knowed ’twas a shock; and
de nex’ ting I knowed, I was up in a tree! Missey Pearson was h’isted
onto de fence, an’ dat ar bullephant was a chasin’ dat ar hoss ober de
wagon, an’ a trampin’ round an’ chawin’ up things fine, I tell yer.
Golly! such a mess! Dat’s what de matter. Lost eberyting. Wouldn’t a
taken sebenty-five dollars for dat ar wagon. An’ dat ole lady, guess
she’s shook all to pieces.

_Silas._ And you expect me to pay for this!

_Bias._ Ob course, ob course. If old gents will sow dar wild oats wid
bullephants, dey must expect to pay for de thrashin’. Sebenty-five
dollars for de wagon, sixty-seben dollars and ninepence for de goods,
an’ about fifty dollars for de scare to dat pore ole hoss. I’ll trow de
ole lady in.

_Silas._ I’ll throw yeou inter the horse-pond, yeou black imp! Not a
dollar will yeou get from me.

_Bias._ Hey! You won’t pay? Den I’ll hab de law. Yes, sir. I’ll hab
a jury set onto you, an’--, an’--an’--a judge, and two or three
habus corpuses. You can’t fool dis chile. Dar want no muzzle on de
bullephant, an’ it’s agin de law.

_Silas._ Well, go to law. I shan’t pay a cent.

                        _Enter PAT MURPHY, L._

_Pat._ Where’s the kaper of the brute, I’d like to know? Where’s the
hathin that sinds wild bastes a rarin’ an’ a tarin’ into the paceful
quarthers of the globe?

_Silas_. What’s the matter with yeou, Pat Murphy?

_Pat._ Aha, owld gint, ’tis there ye are. It’s a mighty foine scrape
yer in this time, wid yer drinkin’ an’ rollickin’.

_Silas._ Come, come, Pat Murphy, keep a civil tongue in your head.

_Pat._ O, blarney! It’s an ondacent man ye are, by me sowl! Wasn’t I
sittin’ on my own doorstep last night, a smokin’ my pipe genteelly, wid
de childers innercently amusin’ theirselves a throwin’ brickbats at
one another, an’ Biddy a washin’ in the yard (as beautiful a picture
of domestic felicity as ye don’t often say), when an oogly black snout
kim over the fence, an’, afore ye could spake, away wint the fence, an’
away wint Biddy into the tub, an’ the childers into the pig-pen, an’
mesilf ilevated to the top of the woodshed by that same oogly black
baste!

_Harry._ Ah, the elephant on another frolic!

_Pat._ Frolic--is it? Bedad, it must be paid for, ony how. An’ so,
owld gint, I’ll jist throuble yez for the damages--to mesilf, a broken
constitution, Biddy, a wake’s washin’ intirely spoiled, and the
childers, bliss their dirthy faces! for a scare, an’ the fright to the
pig, an’ the broken fence. Come down, owld gint. Them as jig must pay
the piper.

_Bias._ Das a fac’, das a fac’. Down wid de dust, ole gint, for de dust
dat ar bullephant kicked up.

_Silas._ Never! Not a cent! Get out of my house! You’re a pair of
knaves. There is no elephant about here. It’s all a lie. I won’t be
swindled. Get out, I say!

_Pat._ Knave! Look to yersilf, owld gint. It’s not dacent for the likes
of yez to call names. A lie? Troth, I’ll jist bring Biddy and the
childer to tistify to the truth--so I will.

_Silas._ Shut up! Clear out! If you want damages, you can have them.
I’m getting my dander up, and shall sartinly damage both of yer.

_Bias._ Don’t you do it, don’t you do it. De law will fix you, old gent.

_Pat._ Begorra, I’ll spind me intire fortune, but I’ll have justice.

_Silas._ Are you going?

_Pat._ To a lawyer, straight. I blush for yez, owld gint, I blush for
yez.

  [_Exit, L._

_Bias._ Dat ar wagon, and dat ar hoss, and dem ar goods, and de ole
lady must be repaired. So de law will tell yez, Massa Somebody. Das a
fac’, das a fac’.

  [_Exit, L._

_Harry._ This looks like a serious business, Mr. Somerby.

_Silas._ Confound it, so it does! What can I do? Must I pay all these
damages?

_Harry._ I see no way for you to escape.

_Silas._ What a fool I have been! For a few hours’ fun I’ve got myself
into this scrape. Why, ’twill ruin me. I can never raise the money.

_Harry._ O, yes, you can, Mr. Somerby. I have plenty. You’d better
settle this matter at once, and draw on me freely for money.

_Silas._ Draw on you? What right have I to do that?

_Harry._ Give your consent to my marriage with Sally, and I shall
consider you have the right. More, I will hunt up these claims, and
settle them at once.

_Silas._ Will you? You’re a splendid fellow! Help me out, if you can;
and, if I can get rid of that elephant--

_Harry._ On one condition I will take him off your hands.

_Silas._ Take him off my hands? Name your condition.

_Harry._ That you will give me your solemn promise never to touch
liquor again.

_Silas._ What! Give up my freedom?

_Harry._ No; _be_ free. You are now the slave of an old custom, “more
honored in the breach than the observance.” Don’t let it master you
again. Don’t let my wife blush for her father.

_Silas._ I won’t! There’s my hand. Sally is yours; and I solemnly
promise never to break (_smash of crockery, L._)--Hullo!
What’s that?

_Mrs. S._ (_Outside, L._) O, the monster! Drive him out!

_Sally._ (_Outside, L._) He won’t go. Run, mother, run!
(_Crash._)

_Mrs. S._ (_Outside, L._) He’s sp’ilt my best dishes! O, the
beast! (_Enter, L._) O, Silas, this is all your work. That
hateful critter’s got into the kitchen.

                           _Enter SALLY, L._

_Sally._ O, mother! Harry! father! He’s coming this way! Save us, save
us! (_Gets under table._)

_Mrs. S._ Goodness gracious! he’ll set the house afire! (_Gets behind
sofa._)

                          _Enter JOHNNY, L._

_Johnny._ Help! murder! O, I’ve had a h’ist! He’s breaking up
housekeeping--you bet!

_Harry._ Be calm, be calm. There’s no danger.

_Mrs. S._ We shall all be eaten alive. O, the monster!

_Silas._ Confound him, I’ll pepper him! Let me get my gun! (_Going,
R._)

_Harry._ No, no. ’Twould be dangerous to shoot.

_Johnny._ Let him have a dose, dad.

_Harry._ No, no. Silence! He’s here!

 _Enter, L., PAT and BIAS, as the elephant. [For description of its
 manufacture, see note on page 92.] It enters slowly, passes across
 stage at back, and exit, R._

_Mrs. S._ O, the monster!

_Sally._ He’s gone straight into the parlor. He’ll smash everything. O,
my vases, my vases!

_Silas._ (_Aside._) Confound the critter, I’ll have one shot at him.

  [_Exit, R._

_Harry._ (_To SALLY._) It’s all right, Sally. I’ve got his
promise.

_Sally._ And we shall be married! Ain’t it jolly?

_Mrs. S._ But how on airth are you going to git out of this scrape?

_Harry._ Leave that to me. Hush! he’s here.

                     _Enter SILAS, R., with gun._

_Silas._ I’ve had jest about enough of that air critter’s society; and
if I don’t pepper him, my name’s not Silas Somerby.

_Harry._ A gun! (_Aside._) This will never do. (_Aloud._) Mr. Somerby,
your life’s in danger if you fire that gun.

_Silas._ My dander’s up, and I’m goin’ in.

_Mrs. S._ Silas, don’t you shoot off that gun. I can’t bear it.

_Sally._ No, no, father; you must not.

_Johnny._ Don’t mind ’em, dad; blaze away. (_Aside._) By jinks, that’ll
be fun! (_They all come forward._)

_Silas._ I’m going to have a shot at the critter, if I die for it. Here
he comes again. (_Raises gun._)

_Mrs. S._ Mercy sakes, Silas, you’ll kill somebody!

_Harry._ You must not shoot, I tell you!

_Sally._ O, father, don’t! Please don’t! (_They all seize him._)

_Johnny._ Blaze away, dad! Give him fits!

_Silas._ (_Breaking away from them._) Stand back, I say. (_Raises gun._)

                       _Enter the elephant, R._

_Silas._ There, darn you! (_Fires. SALLY and MRS. S. scream._)

_Pat._ O, murther, murther! I’m kilt intirely!

_Bias._ Oo, oo, oo! I’m a gone darky! (_The elephant falls, rolls over,
and from the debris BIAS and PAT emerge, looking very much frightened._)

_Pat._ (_Shaking his fist at SILAS._) More damages, be jabers!
(_To HARRY._) I didn’t bargain for this at all.

_Bias._ Look--look er here, old gent; I ain’t game, no how. Golly! I’m
full ob lead!

_Silas._ What’s this? Have I been duped?

_Johnny._ Sold again, dad.

_Silas._ So, so, you’ve been conspiring against me. There’s no damages,
and no elephant. This is your work, Harry Holden.

_Harry._ It is, Mr. Somerby. I freely confess my sin. But I did it for
a good purpose. ’Tis true there is no elephant, save the imitation I
have manufactured for the occasion; but please remember we came very
near having one.

_Johnny._ Yes, dad, you bid a hundred dollars.

_Silas._ I breathe again. You’re right. All this might have been
true, had my folly had its way. Thanks to Johnny, I was saved. But you
carried the joke a little too far. That gun was loaded.

_Johnny._ Only with powder. I left a charge in it last Fourth, for the
blamed thing kicked so I was afraid of it.

_Silas._ It’s all right. Sally is yours, Harry, and I’ll keep my other
promise. I suppose these gentlemen were hired for the occasion.

_Pat._ By me sowl, not to be peppered at all, at all.

_Bias._ By golly, dat ar charge almost took away my head.

_Harry._ So, boys, you got a little more than you bargained for; but
I’ll fix that all right.

_Silas._ I’ll pay all damages there, glad to get off so easily in my
adventure with the elephant. I’ve one request to make. Don’t let this
story spread.

_Harry._ You can rely upon my silence.

_Mrs. S._ Marcy sakes, Silas, it ain’t much to boast on!

_Sally._ It shall be a family legend.

_Pat._ Be jabers, I wouldn’t blab till I was deaf and dumb!

_Bias._ Dis yer pusson can hold his hush.

_Silas._ Thank you. And you (_to audience_), can I depend upon you? The
old man begins late, but he is bound to reform; and, if you but give
your approbation, there is no fear of his backsliding.

_Johnny._ I say, dad, hadn’t you better put a postscript to that?

_Silas._ Well, what is-- (_JOHNNY whispers to him._) Exactly.
There is no fear of his backsliding, unless, at your request, he
should some time set out for the purpose of “Seeing the Elephant.”

[Illustration]

 NOTE. _The Elephant._ For this trick a well-known comical
 diversion can be introduced. Bias and Pat personate the elephant; one
 represents the fore, the other the hind legs. The two characters bend
 over, placing themselves one behind the other, as represented in the
 engraving. A blanket, doubled three or four times, is placed on their
 backs, with the addition of long cushions, if handy; these serve to
 form the back of the elephant. Two blankets or shawls are placed over
 this, the end of one twisted to represent his trunk, the end of the
 other twisted to represent his tail. Two paper cones enact the tusks,
 and the elephant is complete.




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Transcriber’s Notes:

Italic text is denoted by _underscores_ and bold text by =equal signs=.

The page of advertisements preceding the title page has been moved to
the end of this book.

Variations in spelling remain as in the original unless noted below.

  Page 74, “woodchuek” changed to “woodchuck.”





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