Produced by John Horner

THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO

and

THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO

By Helen Bannerman

PREFACE.

There is very little to say about the story of LITTLE BLACK SAMBO. Once
upon a time there was an English lady in India, where black children
abound and tigers are everyday affairs, who had two little girls. To
amuse these little girls she used now and then to invent stories,
for which, being extremely talented, she also drew and coloured the
pictures. Among these stories LITTLE BLACK SAMBO, which was made up on
a long railway journey, was the favourite; and it has been put into a
DUMPY BOOK, and the pictures copies as exactly as possible, in the hope
that you will like it as much as the two little girls did.

THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK SAMBO.

Once upon a time there was a little black boy, and his name was Little
Black Sambo.

And his mother was called Black Mumbo.

And his father was called Black Jumbo.

And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful little Red Coat, and a pair of
beautiful little blue trousers.

And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar, and bought him a beautiful Green
Umbrella, and a lovely little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles
and Crimson Linings.

And then wasnât Little Black Sambo grand?

So he put on all his Fine Clothes, and went out for a walk in the
Jungle. And by and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said to him, âLittle
Black Sambo, Iâm going to eat you up!â And Little Black Sambo said, âOh!
Please Mr. Tiger, donât eat me up, and Iâll give you my beautiful little
Red Coat.â So the Tiger said, âVery well, I wonât eat you this time, but
you must give me your beautiful little Red Coat.â So the Tiger got poor
Little Black Samboâs beautiful little Red Coat, and went away saying,
âNow Iâm the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.â

And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
and it said to him, âLittle Black Sambo, Iâm going to eat you up!â And
Little Black Sambo said, âOh! Please Mr. Tiger, donât eat me up, and
Iâll give you my beautiful little Blue Trousers.â So the Tiger said,
âVery well, I wonât eat you this time, but you must give me your
beautiful little Blue Trousers.â So the Tiger got poor Little Black
Samboâs beautiful little Blue Trousers, and went away saying, âNow Iâm
the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.â

And Little Black Sambo went on, and by and by he met another Tiger,
and it said to him, âLittle Black Sambo, Iâm going to eat you up!â And
Little Black Sambo said, âOh! Please Mr. Tiger, donât eat me up, and
Iâll give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and
Crimson Linings.â

But the Tiger said, âWhat use would your shoes be to me? Iâve got four
feet, and youâve got only two; you havenât got enough shoes for me.â

But Little Black Sambo said, âYou could wear them on your ears.â

âSo I could,â said the Tiger: âthatâs a very good idea. Give them to me,
and I wonât eat you this time.â

So the Tiger got poor Little Black Samboâs beautiful little Purple Shoes
with Crimson Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, âNow Iâm
the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.â

And by and by Little Black Sambo met another Tiger, and it said to him,
âLittle Black Sambo, Iâm going to eat you up!â And Little Black Sambo
said, âOh! Please Mr. Tiger, donât eat me up, and Iâll give you my
beautiful Green Umbrella.â But the Tiger said, âHow can I carry an
umbrella, when I need all my paws for walking with?â

âYou could tie a knot on your tail and carry it that way,â said Little
Black Sambo. âSo I could,â said the Tiger. âGive it to me, and I wonât
eat you this time.â So he got poor Little Black Samboâs beautiful Green
Umbrella, and went away saying, âNow Iâm the grandest Tiger in the
Jungle.â

And poor Little Black Sambo went away crying, because the cruel Tigers
had taken all his fine clothes.

Presently he heard a horrible noise that sounded like âGr-r-r-r-rrrrrr,â
 and it got louder and louder. âOh! dear!â said Little Black Sambo,
âthere are all the Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I do?â
 So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped round it to see what the
matter was.

And there he saw all the Tigers fighting, and disputing which of them
was the grandest. And at last they all got so angry that they jumped
up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to tear each other with
their claws, and bite each other with their great big white teeth.

And they came, rolling and tumbling right to the foot of the very tree
where Little Black Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the
umbrella. And the Tigers all caught hold of each otherâs tails, as they
wrangled and scrambled, and so they found themselves in a ring round the
tree.

Then, when the Tigers were very wee and very far away, Little Black
Sambo jumped up, and called out, âOh! Tigers! why have you taken off all
your nice clothes? Donât you want them any more?â But the Tigers only
answered, âGr-r-rrrr!â

Then Little Black Sambo said, âIf you want them, say so, or Iâll take
them away.â But the Tigers would not let go of each otherâs tails, and
so they could only say âGr-r-r-rrrrrr!â

So Little Black Sambo put on all his fine clothes again and walked off.

And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go
of each otherâs tails. And they were so angry, that they ran round the
tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till
they were whirling round so fast that you couldnât see their legs at
all.

And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just
melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted
butter (or âghi,â as it is called in India) round the foot of the tree.

Now Black Jumbo was just coming home from his work, with a great big
brass pot in his arms, and when he saw what was left of all the Tigers
he said, âOh! what lovely melted butter! Iâll take that home to Black
Mumbo for her to cook with.â

So he put it all into the great big brass pot, and took it home to Black
Mumbo to cook with.

When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter, wasnât she pleased! âNow,â said
she, âweâll all have pancakes for supper!â

So she got flour and eggs and milk and sugar and butter, and she made a
huge big plate of most lovely pancakes. And she fried them in the melted
butter which the Tigers had made, and they were just as yellow and brown
as little Tigers.

And then they all sat down to supper. And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven
pancakes, and Black Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a
Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry.

THE STORY OF LITTLE BLACK MINGO

By Helen Bannerman

Once upon a time there was a little black girl, and her name was Little
Black Mingo.

She had no father and mother, so she had to live with a horrid cross old
woman called Black Noggy, who used to scold her every day, and sometimes
beat her with a stick, even though she had done nothing naughty.

One day Black Noggy called her, and said, âTake this chatty {ed. A
chatty is a large ceramic vase used to carry water.} down to the river
and fill it with water, and come back as fast as you can, QUICK NOW!â

So Little Black Mingo took the chatty and ran down to the river as
fast as she could, and began to fill it with water, when Cr-r-rrrack!!!
Bang!!! A horrible big Mugger {ed. A Mugger is an alligator like
creature.} poked its nose up through the bottom of the chatty and said
âHa, ha!! Little Mingo, Iâm going to eat you up!â

Little Black Mingo did not say anything. She turned and ran away as fast
as ever she could, and the Mugger ran after her. But the broken chatty
round his neck caught his paws, so he could not overtake her.

But when she got back to Black Noggy, and told her how the Mugger had
broken the chatty, Black Noggy was fearfully angry. âYou naughty girl,â
 she said, âyou have broken the chatty yourself, I have a good mind to
beat you.â And if she had not been in such a hurry for the water she
WOULD have beaten her.

Then she went and fetched the great big chatty that the dhobi used to
boil the clothes in. âTake this,â said she, âand mind you donât break
it, or I WILL beat you.â

âBut I canât carry that when it is full of water,â said Little Black
Mingo.

âYou must go twice, and bring it half full each time,â said Black Noggy.

So Little Black Mingo took the dhobiâs great big chatty, and started
again to go to the river. But first she went to a little bank above the
river, and peeped up and down, to see if she could see the old Mugger
anywhere. But she could not see him, for he was hiding under the very
bank she was standing on, and though his tail stuck out a little she
never saw him at all.

She would have liked to run home, but she was too much afraid that Black
Noggy would beat her.

So Little Black Mingo crept down to the river, and began to fill the big
chatty with water. And while she was filling it the Mugger came creeping
softly down behind her and caught her by the tail, saying, âAha, Little
Black Mingo, now Iâve got you.â

And Little Black Mingo said, âOh! Please donât eat me up, great big
Mugger.â

âWhat will you give me, if I donât eat you up?â said the Mugger. But
Little Black Mingo was so poor she had nothing to give. So the Mugger
caught her in his great cruel mouth and swam away with her to an island
in the middle of the river and set her down beside a huge pile of eggs.

âThose are my eggs,â said he; âto-morrow a little mugger will come out
of each, and then we will have a great feast, and we will eat you up.â

Then he waddled off to catch fish for himself, and left Little Black
Mingo alone beside the big pile of eggs.

And Little Black Mingo sat down on a big stone and hid her face in her
hands, and cried bitterly, because she couldnât swim and she didnât know
how to get away.

Presently she heard a queer little squeaky noise that sounded like
âSqueak, Squeak, Squeak!!! Oh Little Black Mingo, help me or I shall be
drowned.â She got up and looked to see what was calling, and she saw
a bush coming floating down the river with something wriggling and
scrambling about in it, and as it came near she saw that it was a
Mongoose that was in the bush. So she waded out as far as she could, and
caught hold of the bush and pulled it in, and the poor Mongoose crawled
up her arm on to her shoulder, and she carried him to shore.

When they got to shore the Mongoose shook himself, and Little Black
Mingo wrung out her petticoat, and so they both very soon got dry.

The Mongoose then began to poke about for something to eat, and very
soon he found the great big pile of Muggerâs eggs. âOh, joy!â said he,
âwhatâs this?â

âThose are Muggerâs eggs,â said Little Black Mingo.

âIâm not afraid of Muggers!â said the Mongoose; and he sat down and
began to crack the eggs, and eat the little muggers as they came out.
And he threw the shells into the water, so that the old Mugger should
not see that any one had been eating them. But he was careless, and he
left one eggshell on the edge, and he was hungry and he ate so many that
the pile got much smaller, and when the old Mugger came back he saw at
once that some one had been meddling with them.

So he ran to Little Black Mingo, and said, âHow dare you eat my eggs?â

âIndeed, indeed I didnât,â said Little Black Mingo.

âThen who could it have been?â said the Mugger, and he ran back to the
eggs as fast as he could, and sure enough when he got back he found the
Mongoose had eaten a whole lot more!!

Then he said to himself, âI must stay beside my eggs till they are
hatched into little muggers, or the Mongoose will eat them all.â So he
curled himself into a ring round the eggs and went to sleep.

But while he was asleep the Mongoose came to eat some more of the eggs,
and ate as many as he wanted, and when the Mugger woke this time, oh!
WHAT a rage he was in, for there were only six eggs left! He roared so
loud that all the little muggers inside the shells gnashed their teeth,
and tried to roar too.

Then he said, âI know what Iâll do, Iâll fetch Little Black Mingoâs big
chatty and cover my eggs with that, then the Mongoose wonât be able to
get at them.â So he swam across to the shore, and fetched the dhobiâs
big chatty, and covered the eggs with it. âNow, you wicked little
Mongoose, come and eat my eggs if you can,â said he, and he went off
quite proud and happy.

By and by the Mongoose came back, and he was terribly disappointed when
he found the eggs all covered with the big chatty.

So he ran off to Little Black Mingo, and asked her to help him, and
Little Black Mingo came and took the big chatty off the eggs, and the
Mongoose ate them every one.

âNow,â said he, âthere will be no little muggers to make a feast for
tomorrow.â

âNo,â said Little Black Mingo, âbut the Mugger will eat me all by
himself I am afraid.â

âNo he wonât,â said the Mongoose, âfor we will sail away together in the
big chatty before he comes back.â

So he climbed on to the edge of the chatty, and Little Black Mingo
pushed the chatty out into the water, and then she clambered into it and
paddled with her two hands as hard as she could, and the big chatty just
sailed beautifully.

So they got across safely, and Little Black Mingo filled the chatty
half full of water and took it on her head, and they went up the bank
together.

But when the Mugger came back, and found only empty egg-shells he was
fearfully angry. He roared and he raged, and he howled and he yelled,
till the whole island shook, and his tears ran down his cheeks and
pattered on the sand like rain.

So he started to chase Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose, and he swam
across the river as fast as ever he could, and when he was half way
across he saw them landing, and as he landed they hurried over the first
ridge.

So he raced after them, but they ran, and just before he caught them
they got into the house, and banged the door in his face. Then they shut
all the windows, so he could not get in anywhere.

âAll right,â said he, âyou will have to come out some time, and then I
will catch you both, and eat you up.â

So he hid behind the back of the house and waited.

Now Black Noggy was just coming home from the bazaar with a tin of
kerosene on her head, and a box of matches in her hand.

And when he saw her the Mugger rushed out and gobbled her up, kerosene
tin, matches and all!!!

When Black Noggy found herself in the Muggersâ dark inside, she wanted
to see where she was, so she felt for the match-box and took out a match
and lit it. But the Muggerâs teeth had made holes in the kerosene tin,
so that the flame of the match caught the kerosene, and BANG!! the
kerosene exploded, and blew the old Mugger and Black Noggy into little
bits.

At the fearful noise Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose came running
out, and there they found Black Noggy and the old Mugger all blown to
bits.

So Little Black Mingo and the Mongoose got the nice little house for
their very own, and there they lived happy ever after. And Little Black
Mingo got the Muggerâs beard for her seat, and the Mongoose got Black
Noggyâs handkerchief for his. But he was so wee he used to put it on the
Muggerâs nose, and there they sat, and had their tea every evening.

End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Story of Little Black Sambo, and
The Story of Little Black Mingo, by Helen Bannerman
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