The elephant wasn't caged, but was attended by a man with a stick. I'd read Slim Lewis' Elephant Tramp a few weeks before. It had plenty of stories of rogue elephants goring people. I kept my distance from this elephant. To get out of the stage, I stood under a tree. One of the folks yelled at me to not stand under that tree--the elephant was snacking on leafy twigs and would soon amble over. I got out from under that tree.
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