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 guish that the trumpeting of his pet came from alongside. So he quickly scrambled upon the rail, and plainly made out his friend, struggling in the water.

A white boy would have called for help and clung securely to the rail, but not Ali. His love for the small elephant was too great for that, besides he could swim like a fish. So he steadied himself for a moment, and as that side of the ship dipped down upon the swell he dove head first into the sea. If Baby Elephant was going to drown he would drown with him.

Just before he struck, he placed the palms of his hands together that they might cut the water, and keep it from knocking the breath out of him.

Down, down he went. The pressure on his ear-drums was terrible.

It seemed to Ali that he would never