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Produced by Walter Moore, James Linden and James Nugen


Translated from the Italian
of Cherubini by
Angelo Patri
Principal of Public School No. 4
Borough of Bronx
New York City

Original Drawings by
Charles Copeland

Ginn and Company
Boston · New York · Chicago · London

Copyright, 1911, by Angelo Patri
All Rights Reserved

The Athenaum Press
Ginn and Company Proprietors
Boston · U.S.A.



I Why Pinocchio Did Not Go To School
II Pinocchio Assists In Welcoming The Circus
III Pinocchio Among The Wild Animals
IV Pinocchio Makes Friends With The Wild Animals
V Pinocchio Determines To Go To Africa
VI Pinocchio In Doubt
VII He Bids Good-By To The Animals
VIII Pinocchio Does Not Sleep
IX Pinocchio Eats Dates
X Pinocchio Lands On A Rock
XI The First Night In Africa
XII Pinocchio Is Well Received
XIII Pinocchio Is Arrested
XIV Pinocchio's Father
XV Pinocchio Sells Drinking Water
XVI A Ride On A Dog's Back
XVII The Cave
XVIII The Caravan
XIX The Baby Pulls His Nose
XX Pinocchio Travels With The Caravan
XXI He Is Offered For Sale
XXII The Bird In The Forest
XXIII His Adventure With A Lion
XXIV Pinocchio Is Brought Before The King
XXV The Monkeys Stone The Marionette
XXVI Pinocchio Dreams Again
XXVII Pinocchio Is Carried Away In An Eggshell
XXVIII Pinocchio Escapes Again
XXIX Pinocchio Is Swallowed By A Crocodile
XXX Pinocchio Is Made Emperor
XXXI His First Night As Emperor
XXXII He Sends For The Royal Doctor
XXXIII An Old Story
XXXIV His Duties As Emperor
XXXV Pinocchio Makes His First Address
XXXVI The Emperor Becomes As Black As A Crow
XXXVII The Hippopotamus Hunt
XXXVIII The Emperor Surprises His Subjects By His Wisdom
XXXIX Pinocchio Travels Through The Empire
XL Pinocchio Is Placed In A Cage
XLI Pinocchio Performs For The Public
XLII Pinocchio Breaks The Cage And Makes His Escape


Collodi’s “Pinocchio” tells the story of a wooden marionette and of his
efforts to become a real boy. Although he was kindly treated by the old
woodcutter, Geppetto, who had fashioned him out of a piece of kindling
wood, he was continually getting into trouble and disgrace. Even
Fatina, the Fairy with the Blue Hair, could not at once change an idle,
selfish marionette into a studious and reliable boy. His adventures,
including his brief transformation into a donkey, give the author an
opportunity to teach a needed and wholesome lesson without disagreeable

Pinocchio immediately leaped into favor as the hero of Italian juvenile
romance. The wooden marionette became a popular subject for the
artist’s pencil and the storyteller’s invention. Brought across the
seas, he was welcomed by American children and now appears in a new
volume which sets forth his travels in Africa. The lessons underlying
his fantastic experiences are clear to the youngest readers but are
never allowed to become obtrusive. The amusing illustrations of the
original are fully equaled in the present edition, while the whimsical
nonsense which delights Italian children has been reproduced as closely
as a translation permits.


One morning Pinocchio slipped out of bed before daybreak. He got up
with a great desire to study, a feeling, it must be confessed, which
did not often take hold of him. He dipped his wooden head into the
cool, refreshing water, puffed very hard, dried himself, jumped up and
down to stretch his legs, and in a few moments was seated at his small

There was his home work for the day,—twelve sums, four pages of
penmanship, and the fable of “The Dog and the Rabbit” to learn by
heart. He began with the fable, reciting it in a loud voice, like the
hero in the play: “‘A dog was roaming about the fields, when from
behind a little hill jumped a rabbit, which had been nibbling the
tender grass.’

“Roaming, nibbling.—The teacher says this is beautiful language. Maybe
it is; I have nothing to say about that. Well, one more.

“‘A dog was roaming about the fields—when he saw—run out—a rabbit
which—which—’ I don’t know it; let’s begin again. ‘A dog was running
about eating, eating—’ But eating what? Surely he did not eat grass!

“This fable is very hard; I cannot learn it. Well, I never did have
much luck with dogs and rabbits! Let me try the sums. Eight and seven,
seventeen; and three, nineteen; and six, twenty-three, put down two and
carry three. Nine and three, eleven; and four, fourteen; put down the
whole number—one, four; total, four hundred thirteen.

“Ah! good! very good! I do not wish to boast, but I have always had a
great liking for arithmetic. Now to prove the answer: eight and seven,
sixteen; and three, twenty-one; and six, twenty-four; put down four—
why! it’s wrong! Eight and seven, fourteen; and three, nineteen; and
six—wrong again!

“I know what the trouble is; the wind is not in the right quarter
to-day for sums. Perhaps it would be better to take a walk in the open.”

No sooner said than done. Pinocchio went out into the street and filled
his lungs with the fresh morning air.

“Ah! here, at least, one can breathe. It is a pity that I am beginning
to feel hungry! Strange how things go wrong sometimes! Take the
lessons—” he went on.

Listen! A noise of creaking wheels, of bells ringing, the voices of
people, the cries of animals! Pinocchio stopped short. What could it
all mean?

Down the street came a huge wagon drawn by three big mules. Behind it
was a long train of men and women dressed in the strangest fashion.
Some were on foot, some on horseback, some sat or lay on other wagons
larger and heavier than the first. Two Moors, their scarlet turbans
blazing in the sun, brought up the rear. With spears at rest and with
shields held before them, they rode along, mounted on two snow-white

Pinocchio stood with his mouth open. Only after the two Moors had
passed did he discover the fact that he had legs, and that these were
following on behind the procession. And he walked, walked, walked,
until the carriages and all the people stopped in the big town square.
A man with a deep voice began to give orders. In a short time there
arose an immense tent, which hid from Pinocchio and the many others who
had gathered in the square all those wonderful wagons, horses, mules,
and strange people.

It may seem odd, but it is a fact that the school bell began to ring
and Pinocchio never heard it!


That day the school bell rang longer and louder perhaps than it was
wont to ring on other days. What of that? From the tent came the loud
clanging of hammers, the sounds of instruments, the neighing of horses,
the roaring of lions and tigers and panthers, the howling of wolves,
the bleating of camels, the screeching of monkeys! Wonderful noises!
Who cared for the school bell? Pinocchio? No, not he.

Suddenly there was a loud command. All was still.

The two Moors raised the tent folds with their spears. Out came a crowd
of men dressed in all sorts of fine clothes, and women in coats of mail
and beautiful cloaks of silk, with splendid diadems on their heads.
They were all mounted upon horses covered with rich trappings of red
and white.

Out they marched, and behind them came a golden carriage drawn by four
white ponies. In it was the big man with the deep voice. There he sat
in the beautiful carriage with his dazzling high hat and his tall white
collar. He wore a black suit with a pair of high boots. As he rode on
he waved his white gloves and bowed right and left. The band with its
trumpets and drums and cymbals struck up a stirring march, and a parade
such as the townsfolk had never seen before passed out among the crowds
that now filled the square.

The marionette could not believe his eyes. He rubbed them to see if he
was really awake. He forgot all about his hunger. What did he care for
that? The wonders of the whole world were before him.

The parade soon reentered the tent. The two Moors, mounted upon their
snow-white horses, again stood at the entrance. Then the director, the
man with the loud voice, came out, hat in hand, and began to address
the people.


“Ladies and gentlemen! kind and gentle people! citizens of a great
town! officers and soldiers! I wish you all peace, health, and plenty.

“Ladies and gentlemen, first of all, let me make a brief explanation. I
am not here for gain. Far be it from me to think of such a thing as
money. I travel the world over with my menagerie, which is made up of
rare animals brought by me from the heart of Africa. I perform only in
large cities. But to-day one of the monkeys in the troupe is fallen
seriously ill. It is therefore necessary to make a short stop in order
that we may consult with some well-known doctor in this town.

“Profit, therefore, by this chance, ladies and gentlemen, to see
wonders which you have never seen before, and which you may never see
again. I labor to spread learning, and I work to teach the masses, for
I love the common people. Come forward, and I shall be glad to open my
menagerie to you. Forward, forward, ladies and gentlemen! two small
francs will admit you. Children one franc, yes, only one franc.”

Pinocchio, who stood in the front row, and who was ready to take
advantage of the kind invitation, felt a sudden shock on hearing these
last words. He looked at the director in a dazed fashion, as if to say
to him, “What are you talking about? Did you not say that you traveled
around the world for—”

Then, as he saw one of the spectators put down a two-franc piece and
walk inside, he hung his head and suffered in silence.

Having passed two or three minutes in painful thinking, the forlorn
marionette put his hands into his pockets, hoping to find in them a
forgotten coin. He found nothing but a few buttons.

He racked his brains to think of some plan whereby he could get the
money that was needed. He glanced at his clothes, which he would
cheerfully have sold could he have found a buyer. Not knowing what else
to do, he walked around the tent like a wolf prowling about the

Around and around he went till he found himself near an old wall which
hid him from view. He came nearer the tent and to his joy discovered a
tiny hole in the canvas. Here was his chance! He thrust in his thin
wooden finger, but seized with a sudden fear lest some hungry lion
should see it and bite it off, he hastily tried to pull it out again.
In doing this, somehow “r-r-rip” went the canvas, and there was a tear
a yard wide. Pinocchio shook with fear. But fear or no fear, there was
the hole and beyond—were the wonders of Africa!

First an arm, then his head, and then his whole body went into the cage
of wild animals! He could not see them, but he heard them, and he was
filled with awe. The beasts had seen him. He felt himself grasped at
once by the shoulders and by the end of his nose. Two or three voices
shouted in his ears, “Who goes there?”

“For pity’s sake, Mr. Elephant!” said poor Pinocchio.

“There are no elephants here.”

“Pardon, Sir Lion.”

“There are no lions here.”

“Excuse me, Mr. Tiger.”

“There are no tigers.”

“Mr. Monkey?”

“No Monkeys.


“There are neither men nor women here; there are only Africans from
Africa, who imitate wild beasts for two francs and a half a day.”

“But the elephants, where are they?”

“In Africa.”

“And the lions?”

“In Africa.”

“And the tigers and the monkeys?”

“In Africa. And you, where do you come from? What are you doing in the
cage of the wild beasts? Didn’t you see what is written over the door?

“I cannot read in the dark,” replied Pinocchio, trembling from head to
foot; “I am no cat.”

At these words everybody began to laugh. Pinocchio felt a little
encouraged and murmured to himself, “They seem to be kind people, these
wild beasts.”

He wanted to say something pleasant to them, but just then the director
of the company began to shout at the top of his voice.


“Come forward, come forward, ladies and gentlemen! The cost is small
and the pleasure is great. The show will last an hour, only one hour.
Come forward! See the battle between the terrible lion Zumbo and his
wife, the ferocious lioness Zumba. Behold the tiger that wrestles with
the polar bear, and the elephant that lifts the whole weight of the
tent with his powerful trunk. See the animals feed. Ladies and
gentlemen, come forward! Only two francs!”

At these words the men in the cages of the wild animals put horns, sea
shells, and whistles to their mouths, and the next moment there came
wild roarings and howls and shrieks. It was enough to make one shudder
with fear.

Again the director raised his voice: “Come forward, come forward,
ladies and gentlemen! two francs; children only one franc.”

The music started: Boom! Boom! Boom! Par-ap’-ap’-pa! Boom! Boom! Boom!
Par-ap’ ap’ ap’ pa! parap’ ap’ ap’ pa!

One surprise seemed to follow another. Pinocchio longed to enjoy the
sights, but how was he to get out of the cage? At length, taking his
courage in both hands, he said politely, “Excuse me, gentlemen, but if
you have no commands to give me—”

“Not a command!” roughly answered the bearded man who played the lion.
“If you do not go away quickly, I will have you eaten up by that large
ape behind you.”

“But I should be hard to digest,” said the marionette.

“Boy, be careful how you talk,” exclaimed the same voice.

“I said that your ape would have indigestion if he ate me,” replied
Pinocchio. “Do you think that I am joking? No, I am in earnest. He
really would. I came in here by chance while returning from a walk, and
if you will permit me, I will go home to my father who is waiting for
me. As you have no orders to give me, many thanks, good-by, and good
luck to you.”

“Listen, boy,” said the large man who took the part of the elephant; “I
am very thirsty, and I will give you a fine new penny if you will fill
this bucket at the fountain and bring it to me.”

“What!” replied Pinocchio, greatly offended; “I am no servant! However
this time, merely to please you, I will go.” And crawling through the
hole by which he had entered, he went out to the fountain and returned
in a very short time with the bucket full of water.

“Good boy, good marionette!” said the men as they passed the bucket
from one to another.

Pinocchio was happy. Never had he felt so happy as at that moment.
“What good people!” he said to himself. “I would gladly stay with
them.” In the meantime the bucket was emptied, and there were still
some who had not had a drink. “I will go and refill it,” said the
marionette promptly. And without waiting to be asked, he took the
bucket and flew to the fountain.

When he returned they flattered him so cleverly with praise and thanks
that a strong friendship sprang up between Pinocchio and the wild

Being a woodenhead he forgot about his father and did not go away as he
had intended to do. In fact, he was curious to know something of the
history of these people, who were forced to play at being wild animals.

After a moment’s silence he turned to the one who had asked him to go
for the water and said, “You are from Africa?”

“Yes, I am an African, and all my companions are African.”

“How interesting! but pardon me, is Africa a beautiful country?”

“I should say so! A country, my dear boy, full of plenty, where
everything is given away free! A country in which at any moment the
strangest things may happen. A servant may become a master; a plain
citizen may become a king. There are trees, taller than church
steeples, with branches touching the ground, so that one may gather
sweet fruit without the least trouble. My boy, Africa is a country full
of enchanted forests, where the game allows itself to be killed,
quartered, and hung; where riches—”

No one knows how far this description would have gone, if at that
moment the voice of the director had not been heard. The music had
stopped, and the director was talking to the people, who did not seem
very willing to part with their money.


Pinocchio had already resolved to go to Africa to eat of the fruit and
to gather riches. He was eager to learn more, and impatient of

“And the director is an African also?”

“Certainly he is an African.”

“And is he very rich?”

“Is he rich? Take my word for it that if he would, he could buy up this
whole country.”

Pinocchio was struck dumb. Still he wanted to make the men believe that
what he had heard was not altogether new to him. “Oh, I know that
Africa is a very beautiful country, and I have often planned to go
there,—and—if I were sure that it would not be too much trouble I would
willingly go with you.”

“With us? We are not going to Africa.”

“What a pity! I thought I could make the journey in your company.”

“Are you in earnest?” asked the bearded man. “Do you believe that there
is any Africa outside this tent?”

“Tent or no tent, I have decided to go to Africa, and I shall go,”
boldly replied the marionette.

“I like that youngster,” said the man who played the part of a
crocodile. “That boy will make his fortune someday.”

“Of course I shall!” continued Pinocchio. “I ought to have fifty
thousand francs, because I must get a new jacket for my father, who
sold his old one to buy me a spelling book. If there is so much gold
and silver in Africa, I will fill up a thousand vessels. Is it true
that there is a great deal of gold and silver?”

“Did we not tell you so?” replied another voice. “Why, if I had not
lost all that I had put in my pockets before leaving Africa, by this
time I should have become a prince. And now were it not for the fact
that I have promised to stay with these people, to be a panther at two
francs and a half a day, I would gladly go along with you.”

“Thank you; thank you for your good intentions,” answered the
marionette. “In case you decide to go with me, I start to-morrow
morning at dawn.”

“On what steamship?”

“What did you say?” asked Pinocchio.

“On what steamship do you sail?”

“Sail! I am going on foot.”

At these words everybody laughed.

“There is little to laugh at, my dear people. If you knew how many
miles I have traveled on these legs by day and by night, over land and
sea, you would not laugh. What! do you think Fairyland, the country of
the Blockheads, and the Island of the Bees are reached in a single
stride? I go to Africa, and I go on foot.”

“But it is necessary to cross the Mediterranean Sea.”

“It will be crossed.”

“On foot?”

“Either on foot or on horseback, it matters little. But pardon me,
after crossing the Mediterranean Sea, do you reach Africa?”

“Certainly, unless you wish to go by way of the Red Sea.”

“The Red Sea? No, truly!”

“Perhaps the route over the Red Sea would be better.”

“I do not wish to go near the Red Sea.”

“And why?” asked the wolf man, who up to this time had not opened his

“Why? Why? Because I do not wish to get my clothes dyed; do you

More laughter greeted these words. Pinocchio’s wooden cheeks got very
red, and he sputtered: “This is no way to treat a gentleman. I shall do
as I please, and I do not please to enter the Red Sea. That is enough.
Now I shall leave you,” and he started off.

“Farewell, farewell, marionette!”

“Farewell, you impolite beasts!” Pinocchio wanted to call out, but he
did not.

“Come back!” cried the bearded man; “here is the bucket; please fill it
once more, for I am still thirsty.”


Pinocchio went away very angry, vowing that he would avenge himself on
all who had laughed at him.

“To begin with,” said he, “I intend to make them all die of thirst. If
they wait to drink of the water that I bring, they will certainly die.”
With these thoughts in his mind the marionette started homeward,
carrying the bucket on his head.

“The bucket will repay me for all the work I have had put upon me. How
unlucky we children are! Wherever we go, there is always something for
us to do. To-day I thought I would simply enjoy myself; instead, I have
had to carry water for a company of strangers. How absurd! two trips,
one after the other, to give drink to people I do not know! And how
they drink! they seem to be sponges. For my part they can be thirsty as
long as they like. I feel now as if I would never again move a finger
for them. I am not going to be laughed at.”

As he finished these remarks Pinocchio arrived at the fountain. It was
delightful to see the clear water rushing out, but he could not help
thinking of those poor creatures who were waiting for him. He had to

“Shall I or shall I not?” he asked himself. “After all, they are good
people, who are forced to imitate wild animals; and besides, they have
treated me with some kindness. I may as well carry some water to them;
a trip more or less makes no difference to me.”

He approached the fountain, filled the bucket, and ran down the road.

“Hello within there!” he said in a low voice. “Here is the bucket of
water; come and take it, for I am not going in.”

“Good marionette,” said the beasts, “thank you!”

“Don’t mention it,” replied Pinocchio, very happy.

“Why will you not come in?”

“It is impossible, thank you. I must go to school.”

“Then you are not going to Africa?”

“Who told you that! I am returning to school to bid farewell to my
teacher, and to ask him to excuse me for a few days. Then I wish to see
my father and ask his permission to go, so that he will not be anxious
while I am away.”

“Excellent marionette, you will become famous.”

“What agreeable people!” thought Pinocchio. “I am sorry to leave them.”

“So you really will not come in?”

“No, I have said so before. I must go to school first, and then—”

“But it seems to me rather late for school,” said the crocodile man.

“That is true; it is too late for school,” replied Pinocchio.

“Well, then, stay a little longer with us, and later you can go home to
your father.”

Pinocchio thrust his head through the hole and leaped into the tent.
The naughty marionette had not the least desire to go to school, and
was only too glad of an excuse to watch these strange people.


The show had begun. The director was explaining to the people the
wonders of his menagerie.

“Ladies and gentlemen, observe the beauty and the wildness of all these
animals, which I have brought from Central Africa. Here they are,
inclosed in these many cages, but hidden from your view. Why are they
hidden? Because, ladies and gentlemen, you would be frightened at the
sight of them, and your peace and health greatly concern me. The first
animal which I have the pleasure to present to you is the elephant.
Observe, ladies and gentlemen, that small affair which hangs under his
nose. With that he builds houses, tills the soil, writes letters,
carries trunks, and picks flowers. You can see that the animal was
painted from life and placed in this beautiful frame.”

The people began to look at one another.

“Now, ladies and gentlemen, let us go on to the next one.”

A roar of laughter and jeers arose on all sides. The director saw the
unfortunate state of things and began to shout: “Have respect, ladies,
for the poor sick monkey I told you of. At this moment she is pressing
to her breast for the last time her friendless child.”

But not even this was sufficient to calm the crowd, which presently
became an infuriated mob. Men and women rushed about the tent, making
fierce gestures and heaping abuse upon the director. What an uproar!

In the cage where Pinocchio was, there was no confusion, and the
conversation between the marionette and the wild beasts went on without

“When do you leave for Africa?” Pinocchio was asked.

“Have I not told you? To-morrow morning at daybreak, even if it rains.”

“Excellent! But you must carry with you several things which you may

“And those are—?”

“First of all you will need plenty of money.”

“That is not lacking,” said Pinocchio in his usual airy way.

“Good! Then you should get a rifle.”

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