It was a three-months’ vacation for Michael, who, well treated but still a prisoner, spent it in a caged kennel1 in Mulcachy’s Animal Home. Mulcachy, one of Harris Collins’s brightest graduates, had emulated2 his master by setting up in business in Chicago, where he ran everything with the same rigid3 cleanliness, sanitation4, and scientific cruelty. Michael received nothing but the excellent food and the cleanliness; but, a solitary5 and brooding prisoner in his cage, he could not help but sense the atmosphere of pain and terror about him of the animals being broken for the delight of men.
“Take it from me, when an animal won’t give way to pain, it can’t be broke. Pain is the only school-teacher.”
“They’ll always beat you in argument. First thing is to club the argument out of them.”
“Heart-bonds between trainers and animals! Son, that’s dope for the newspaper interviewer. The only heart-bond I know is a stout10 stick with some iron on the end of it.”
“Sure you can make ’m eat outa your hand. But the thing to watch out for is that they don’t eat your hand. A blank cartridge11 in the nose just about that time is the best preventive I know.”
There were days when all the air was vexed12 with roars and squalls of ferocity and agony from the arena13, until the last animal in the cages was excited and ill at ease. In truth, since it was Mulcachy’s boast that he could break the best animal living, no end of the hardest cases fell to his hand. He had built a reputation for succeeding where others failed, and, endowed with fearlessness, callousness14, and cunning, he never let his reputation wane15. There was nothing he dared not tackle, and, when he gave up an animal, the last word was said. For it, remained nothing but to be a cage-animal, in solitary confinement16, pacing ever up and down, embittered17 with all the world of man and roaring its bitterness to the most delicious enthrillment of the pay-spectators.
During the three months spent by Michael in Mulcachy’s Animal Home, occurred two especially hard cases. Of course, the daily chant of ordinary pain of training went on all the time through the working hours, such as of “good” bears and lions and tigers that were made amenable18 under stress, and of elephants derricked and gaffed into making the head-stand or into the beating of a bass19 drum. But the two cases that were exceptional, put a mood of depression and fear into all the listening animals, such as humans might experience in an ante-room of hell, listening to the flailing20 and the flaying21 of their fellows who had preceded them into the torture-chamber.
The first was of the big Indian tiger. Free-born in the jungle, and free all his days, master, according to his nature and prowess, of all other living creatures including his fellow-tigers, he had come to grief in the end; and, from the trap to the cramped22 cage, by elephant-back and railroad and steamship24, ever in the cramped cage, he had journeyed across seas and continents to Mulcachy’s Animal Home. Prospective25 buyers had examined but not dared to purchase. But Mulcachy had been undeterred. His own fighting blood leapt hot at sight of the magnificent striped cat. It was a challenge of the brute26 in him to excel. And, two weeks of hell, for the great tiger and for all the other animals, were required to teach him his first lesson.
Ben Bolt he had been named, and he arrived indomitable and irreconcilable27, though almost paralysed from eight weeks of cramp23 in his narrow cage which had restricted all movement. Mulcachy should have undertaken the job immediately, but two weeks were lost by the fact that he had got married and honeymooned28 for that length of time. And in that time, in a large cage of concrete and iron, Ben Bolt had exercised and recovered the use of his muscles, and added to his hatred29 of the two-legged things, puny30 against him in themselves, who by trick and wile31 had so helplessly imprisoned32 him.
So, on this morning when hell yawned for him, he was ready and eager to meet all comers. They came, equipped with formulas, nooses33, and forked iron bars. Five of them tossed nooses in through the bars upon the floor of his cage. He snarled35 and struck at the curling ropes, and for ten minutes was a grand and impossible wild creature, lacking in nothing save the wit and the patience possessed37 by the miserable38 two-legged things. And then, impatient and careless of the inanimate ropes, he paused, snarling39 at the men, with one hind40 foot resting inside a noose34. The next moment, craftily41 lifted up about the girth of his leg by an iron fork, the noose tightened42 and the bite of it sank home into his flesh and pride. He leaped, he roared, he was a maniac43 of ferocity. Again and again, almost burning their palms, he tore the rope smoking through their hands. But ever they took in the slack and paid it out again, until, ere he was aware, a similar noose tightened on his foreleg. What he had done was nothing to what he now did. But he was stupid and impatient. The man-creatures were wise and patient, and a third leg and a fourth leg were finally noosed44, so that, with many men tailing on to the ropes, he was dragged ignominiously46 on his side to the bars, and, ignominiously, through the bars were hauled his four legs, his chiefest weapons of offence after his terribly fanged47 jaws48.
And then a puny man-creature, Mulcachy himself, dared openly and brazenly49 to enter the cage and approach him. He sprang to be at him, or, rather, strove so to spring, but was withstrained by his four legs through the bars which he could not draw back and get under him. And Mulcachy knelt beside him, dared kneel beside him, and helped the fifth noose over his head and round his neck. Then his head was drawn50 to the bars as helplessly as his legs had been drawn through. Next, Mulcachy laid hands on him, on his head, on his ears, on his very nose within an inch of his fangs51; and he could do nothing but snarl36 and roar and pant for breath as the noose shut off his breathing.
Quivering, not with fear but with rage, Ben Bolt perforce endured the buckling52 around his throat of a thick, broad collar of leather to which was attached a very stout and a very long trailing rope. After that, when Mulcachy had left the cage, one by one the five nooses were artfully manipulated off his legs and his neck. Again, after this prodigious53 indignity54, he was free—within his cage. He went up into the air. With returning breath he roared his rage. He struck at the trailing rope that offended his nerves, clawed at the trap of the collar that encased his neck, fell, rolled over, offended his body-nerves more and more by entangling55 contacts with the rope, and for half an hour exhausted56 himself in the futile57 battle with the inanimate thing. Thus tigers are broken.
At the last, wearied, even with sensations of sickness from the nervous strain put upon himself by his own anger, he lay down in the middle of the floor, lashing58 his tail, hating with his eyes, and accepting the clinging thing about his neck which he had learned he could not get rid of.
To his amazement60, if such a thing be possible in the mental processes of a tiger, the rear door to his cage was thrown open and left open. He regarded the aperture61 with belligerent62 suspicion. No one and no threatening danger appeared in the doorway63. But his suspicion grew. Always, among these man-animals, occurred what he did not know and could not comprehend. His preference was to remain where he was, but from behind, through the bars of the cage, came shouts and yells, the lash59 of whips, and the painful thrusts of the long iron forks. Dragging the rope behind him, with no thought of escape, but in the hope that he would get at his tormentors, he leaped into the rear passage that ran behind the circle of permanent cages. The passage way was deserted64 and dark, but ahead he saw light. With great leaps and roars, he rushed in that direction, arousing a pandemonium65 of roars and screams from the animals in the cages.
He bounded through the light, and into the light, dazzled by the brightness of it, and crouched66 down, with long, lashing tail, to orient himself to the situation. But it was only another and larger cage that he was in, a very large cage, a big, bright performing-arena that was all cage. Save for himself, the arena was deserted, although, overhead, suspended from the roof-bars, were block-and-tackle and seven strong iron chairs that drew his instant suspicion and caused him to roar at them.
For half an hour he roamed the arena, which was the greatest area of restricted freedom he had known in the ten weeks of his captivity68. Then, a hooked iron rod, thrust through the bars, caught and drew the bight of his trailing rope into the hands of the men outside. Immediately ten of them had hold of it, and he would have charged up to the bars at them had not, at that moment, Mulcachy entered the arena through a door on the opposite side. No bars stood between Ben Bolt and this creature, and Ben Bolt charged him. Even as he charged he was aware of suspicion in that the small, fragile man-creature before him did not flee or crouch67 down, but stood awaiting him.
Ben Bolt never reached him. First, with an access of caution, he craftily ceased from his charge, and, crouching69, with lashing tail, studied the man who seemed so easily his. Mulcachy was equipped with a long-lashed70 whip and a sharp-pronged fork of iron.
In his belt, loaded with blank cartridges71, was a revolver.
Bellying72 closer to the ground, Ben Bolt advanced upon him, creeping slowly like a cat stalking a mouse. When he came to his next pause, which was within certain leaping distance, he crouched lower, gathered himself for the leap, then turned his head to regard the men at his back outside the cage. The trailing rope in their hands, to his neck, he had forgotten.
“Now you might as well be good, old man,” Mulcachy addressed him in soft, caressing74 tones, taking a step toward him and holding in advance the iron fork.
This merely incensed75 the huge, magnificent creature. He rumbled76 a low, tense growl77, flattened78 his ears back, and soared into the air, his paws spread so that the claws stood out like talons79, his tail behind him as stiff and straight as a rod. Neither did the man crouch or flee, nor did the beast attain80 to him. At the height of his leap the rope tightened taut81 on his neck, causing him to describe a somersault and fall heavily to the floor on his side.
Before he could regain82 his feet, Mulcachy was upon him, shouting to his small audience: “Here’s where we pound the argument out of him!” And pound he did, on the nose with the butt83 of the whip, and jab he did, with the iron fork to the ribs84. He rained a hurricane of blows and jabs on the animal’s most sensitive parts. Ever Ben Bolt leaped to retaliate85, but was thrown by the ten men tailed on to the rope, and, each time, even as he struck the floor on his side, Mulcachy was upon him, pounding, smashing, jabbing. His pain was exquisite86, especially that of his tender nose. And the creature who inflicted87 the pain was as fierce and terrible as he, even more so because he was more intelligent. In but few minutes, dazed by the pain, appalled88 by his inability to rend89 and destroy the man who inflicted it, Ben Bolt lost his courage. He fled ignominiously before the little, two-legged creature who was more terrible than himself who was a full-grown Royal Bengal tiger. He leaped high in the air in sheer panic; he ran here and there, with lowered head, to avoid the rain of pain. He even charged the sides of the arena, springing up and vainly trying to climb the slippery vertical90 bars.
Ever, like an avenging91 devil, Mulcachy pursued and smashed and jabbed, gritting92 through his teeth: “You will argue, will you? I’ll teach you what argument is! There! Take that! And that! And that!”
“Now I’ve got him afraid of me, and the rest ought to be easy,” he announced, resting off and panting hard from his exertions93, while the great tiger crouched and quivered and shrank back from him against the base of the arena-bars. “Take a five-minute spell, you fellows, and we’ll got our breaths.”
Lowering one of the iron chairs, and attaching it firmly in its place on the floor, Mulcachy prepared for the teaching of the first trick. Ben Bolt, jungle-born and jungle-reared, was to be compelled to sit in the chair in ludicrous and tragic94 imitation of man-creatures. But Mulcachy was not quite ready. The first lesson of fear of him must be reiterated95 and driven home.
Stepping to a near safe distance, he lashed Ben Bolt on the nose. He repeated it. He did it a score of times, and scores of times. Turn his head as he would, ever Ben Bolt received the bite of the whip on his fearfully bruised96 nose; for Mulcachy was as expert as a stage-driver in his manipulation of the whip, and unerringly the lash snapped and cracked and stung Ben Bolt’s nose wherever Ben Bolt at the moment might have it.
When it became maddeningly unendurable, he sprang, only to be jerked back by the ten strong men who held the rope to his neck. And wrath97, and ferocity, and intent to destroy, passed out utterly98 from the tiger’s inflamed99 brain, until he knew fear, again and again, always fear and only fear, utter and abject100 fear, of this human mite101 who searched him with such pain.
Then the lesson of the first trick was taken up. Mulcachy tapped the chair sharply with the butt of the whip to draw the animal’s attention to it, then flicked102 the whip-lash sharply on his nose. At the same moment, an attendant, through the bars behind, drove an iron fork into his ribs to force him away from the bars and toward the chair. He crouched forward, then shrank back against the side-bars. Again the chair was rapped, his nose was lashed, his ribs were jabbed, and he was forced by pain toward the chair. This went on interminably—for a quarter of an hour, for half an hour, for an hour; for the men-animals had the patience of gods while he was only a jungle-brute. Thus tigers are broken. And the verb means just what it means. A performing animal is broken. Something breaks in an animal of the wild ere such an animal submits to do tricks before pay-audiences.
Mulcachy ordered an assistant to enter the arena with him. Since he could not compel the tiger directly to sit in the chair, he must employ other means. The rope about Ben Bolt’s neck was passed up through the bars and rove through the block-and-tackle. At signal from Mulcachy, the ten men hauled away. Snarling, struggling, choking, in a fresh madness of terror at this new outrage103, Ben Bolt was slowly hoisted104 by his neck up from the floor, until, quite clear of it, whirling, squirming, battling, suspended by his neck like a man being hanged, his wind was shut off and he began to suffocate105. He coiled and twisted, the splendid muscles of his body enabling him almost to tie knots in it.
The block-and-tackle, running like a trolley106 on the overhead track, made it possible for the assistant to seize his tail and drag him through the air till he was above the chair. His helpless body guided thus by the tail, his chest jabbed by the iron fork in Mulcachy’s hands, the rope was suddenly lowered, and Ben Bolt, with swimming brain, found himself seated in the chair. On the instant he leaped for the floor, received a blow on the nose from the heavy whip-handle, and had a blank cartridge fired straight into his nostril107. His madness of pain and fear was multiplied. He sprang away in flight, but Mulcachy’s voice rang out, “Hoist him!” and he slowly rose in the air again, hanging by his neck, and began to strangle.
Once more he was swung into position by his tail, jabbed in the chest, and lowered suddenly on the run—but so suddenly, with a frantic108 twist of his body on his part, that he fell violently across the chair on his belly73. What little wind was left him from the strangling, seemed to have been ruined out of him by the violence of the fall. The glare in his eyes was maniacal109 and swimming. He panted frightfully, and his head rolled back and forth110. Slaver dripped from his mouth, blood ran from his nose.
“Hoist away!” Mulcachy shouted.
And again, struggling frantically111 as the tightening112 collar shut off his wind, Ben Bolt was slowly lifted into the air. So wildly did he struggle that, ere his hind feet were off the floor, he pranced113 back and forth, so that when he was heaved clear his body swung like a huge pendulum114. Over the chair, he was dropped, and for a fraction of a second the posture115 was his of a man sitting in a chair. Then he uttered a terrible cry and sprang.
It was neither snarl, nor growl, nor roar, that cry, but a sheer scream, as if something had broken inside of him. He missed Mulcachy by inches, as another blank cartridge exploded up his other nostril and as the men with the rope snapped him back so abruptly116 as almost to break his neck.
This time, lowered quickly, he sank into the chair like a half-empty sack of meal, and continued so to sink, until, crumpling117 at the middle, his great tawny118 head falling forward, he lay on the floor unconscious. His tongue, black and swollen119, lolled out of his mouth. As buckets of water were poured on him he groaned120 and moaned. And here ended the first lesson.
“It’s all right,” Mulcachy said, day after day, as the teaching went on. “Patience and hard work will pull off the trick. I’ve got his goat. He’s afraid of me. All that’s required is time, and time adds to value with an animal like him.”
Not on that first day, nor on the second, nor on the third, did the requisite121 something really break inside Ben Bolt. But at the end of a fortnight it did break. For the day came when Mulcachy rapped the chair with his whip-butt, when the attendant through the bars jabbed the iron fork into Ben Bolt’s ribs, and when Ben Bolt, anything but royal, slinking like a beaten alley-cat, in pitiable terror, crawled over to the chair and sat down in it like a man. He now was an “educated” tiger. The sight of him, so sitting, tragically122 travestying man, has been considered, and is considered, “educative” by multitudinous audiences.
The second case, that of St. Elias, was a harder one, and it was marked down against Mulcachy as one of his rare failures, though all admitted that it was an unavoidable failure. St. Elias was a huge monster of an Alaskan bear, who was good-natured and even facetious123 and humorous after the way of bears. But he had a will of his own that was correspondingly as stubborn as his bulk. He could be persuaded to do things, but he would not tolerate being compelled to do things. And in the trained-animal world, where turns must go off like clockwork, is little or no space for persuasion124. An animal must do its turn, and do it promptly125. Audiences will not brook126 the delay of waiting while a trainer tries to persuade a crusty or roguish beast to do what the audience has paid to see it do.
So St. Elias received his first lesson in compulsion. It was also his last lesson, and it never progressed so far as the training-arena, for it took place in his own cage.
Noosed in the customary way, his four legs dragged through the bars, and his head, by means of a “choke” collar, drawn against the bars, he was first of all manicured. Each one of his great claws was cut off flush with his flesh. The men outside did this. Then Mulcachy, on the inside, punched his nose. Not lightly as it sounds was this operation. The punch was a perforation. Thrusting the instrument into the huge bear’s nostril, Mulcachy cut a clean round chunk127 of living meat out of one side of it. Mulcachy knew the bear business. At all times, to make an untrained bear obey, one must be fast to some sensitive portion of the bear. The ears, the nose, and the eyes are the accessible sensitive parts, and, the eyes being out of the question, remain the nose and the ears as the parts to which to make fast.
Through the perforation Mulcachy immediately clamped a metal ring. To the ring he fastened a long “lunge”-rope, which was well named. Any unruly lunge, at any time during all the subsequent life of St. Elias, could thus be checked by the man who held the lunge-rope. His destiny was patent and ordained128. For ever, as long as he lived and breathed, would he be a prisoner and slave to the rope in the ring in his nostril.
The nooses were slipped, and St. Elias was at liberty, within the confines of his cage, to get acquainted with the ring in his nose. With his powerful forepaws, standing129 erect130 and roaring, he proceeded to get acquainted with the ring. It certainly was not a thing persuasible. It was living fire. And he tore at it with his paws as he would have torn at the stings of bees when raiding a honey-tree. He tore the thing out, ripping the ring clear through the flesh and transforming the round perforation into a ragged45 chasm131 of pain.
Mulcachy cursed. “Here’s where hell coughs,” he said. The nooses were introduced again. Again St. Elias, helpless on his side against and partly through the bars, had his nose punched. This time it was the other nostril. And hell coughed. As before, the moment he was released, he tore the ring out through his flesh.
Mulcachy was disgusted. “Listen to reason, won’t you?” he objurgated, as, this time, the reason he referred to was the introduction of the ring clear through both nostrils132, higher up, and through the central dividing wall of cartilage. But St. Elias was unreasonable133. Unlike Ben Bolt, there was nothing inside of him weak enough, or nervous enough, or high-strung enough, to break. The moment he was free he ripped the ring away with half of his nose along with it. Mulcachy punched St. Elias’s right ear. St. Elias tore his right ear to shreds134. Mulcachy punched his left ear. He tore his left ear to shreds. And Mulcachy gave in. He had to. As he said plaintively135:
“We’re beaten. There ain’t nothing left to make fast to.”
Later, when St. Elias was condemned136 to be a “cage-animal” all his days, Mulcachy was wont137 to grumble138:
“He was the most unreasonable animal! Couldn’t do a thing with him. Couldn’t ever get anything to make fast to.”
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