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fruitless argument, its keeper, slipping through the 
turnstile for foot-passengers, said to the elephant, 
“ Come along, Fido,” and the animal at once lifted 
the gate off its hinges and walked through. Cool and 
sagacious on the march, they seem also thoroughly 
to enjoy the tinsel and trappings, the music of the 
brass band, the lights, noise, and crowd of an evening 
show. Perhaps there is something in this which 
recalls to them memories of the “ gorgeous East.” 
Take for instance the annual “World’s Fair” at the 
Agricultural Hall, which a Hindoo would describe as 
a very fine tumasha , and in which no one but an 
Oriental, a British working-man, or an elephant, could 
keep his brains clear for half-an-hour. Two large 
steam “round-abouts” at either end of the hall, 
grinding a different tune with an engine of ten-horse 
power, form only a portion of the bewildering attrac- 
tions of this Palace of Delight. Opposite each of 
these machines, at the time of the writer’s last visit, 
was stalled a small Indian elephant, cool, collected, 
and sagacious, his business mind wholly intent on 
raising contributions from the public. One occupied 
a compartment in the centre of what was magni- 
ficently described as the “ Mammoth Wild Animal 
Congregation.” He was a very little mammoth, not 
five feet high, black and bristly, supported on one 
side by a Persian goat and a kangaroo, and on the 
other by a couple of llamas. In front stood a stall 
of cakes, and to every visitor who came past the 
elephant pointed out the biscuit pile, his trunk main- 
