I was sorry not to see the boy Roland or the little girl Amy again, but I think they may have gone to some other land-place, and so could not come to the park.  But although I saw so many other pleasant young Folks, I did not forget them.

Then, to my sorrow, just as I was getting used to things, although always in a homesick way, I heard the keepers talking, and learned that I was to be moved to another great city, where there was to be an “exposition,” or a showing of strange and useful things from many different lands and seas, really an “exhibition.”

I began growing flabby and thin.  My spirits were at ebb-tide, very low.  I felt as if pining to death.  Ah, me!  I would have given all the pearls of the ocean and sea, could I have got hold of them, to be back in my own dear Mediterranean groves.

CHAPTER X.

HURRAH!

Then the day came when I was again made to swim into that despised little tank.  It was put on to a dray as before, and I was given my second ride on land.  May it forever be my last!

The roar of the great city again filled my ears, dust troubled my eyes whenever I raised my head.  I was faint, weary, and wretched.  I could feel that I had grown lighter from loss of flesh, because of the unnatural life that I was leading.

How I wished I might escape!  That some great and powerful Friend would help me.  But I was only a fish, had only fins and tail to aid me, that I knew of, and those were at present of but very little use.

At length the boat was reached.  There was some confusion, as they were “short of hands,” which it appears meant they had not as many men at the dock as were wanted.  But the tank was got on board, and men ran for the railing that was to be put around the edge.

Their backs were turned for an instant.  Oh!  Oh! could I give a mighty lurch, bound over the deck-rail, and be free?  No waiting this time!  I slashed upward in a tremendous “heave-to.”  Whack!  I struck the rail, wriggled quick as lightning over the side, and hurrah and hurrah!  I was swimming the wide, free river!

Not my own sea.  No, there must be first the shortest cut I could find into the ocean and salt water, then there would be many days of sweet, wholesome journeying and paddling before home grounds could be reached, but reached they would be all in good time.

Folks say that if Madame Puss, that land-creature who does not love the water overwell, is carried miles from her home in the dark, she will find the way back again.  And I felt sure that, once out into the harbor, I could strike a bee-line for a far opposite shore, cut through the narrows at Gibraltar, and enter like a returning monarch on my own proud domain, the fair blue Mediterranean Sea.  Oh, hurrah again!

I heard a loud and echoing shout as my great body splashed into the water, caught the sound of rushing feet, and saw heavy ropes with strange loops at the ends, that were flung overboard in hopes to entangle me, and bring back their great fancy fish into that tank again.