Once upon a time there was a little
black boy, and his name was Little Black Sambo.
And his mother was called Black Mumbo.
And his father was called Black Jumbo.
And Black Mumbo made him a beautiful
little Red Coat, and a pair of beautiful little blue
trousers.
And Black Jumbo went to the Bazaar,
and bought him a beautiful Green Umbrella, and a lovely
little Pair of Purple Shoes with Crimson Soles and
Crimson Linings.
And then wasn’t Little Black Sambo grand?
So he put on all his Fine Clothes,
and went out for a walk in the Jungle. And by
and by he met a Tiger. And the Tiger said to him,
“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat
you up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh!
Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll
give you my beautiful little Red Coat.”
So the Tiger said, “Very well, I won’t
eat you this time, but you must give me your beautiful
little Red Coat.” So the Tiger got poor
Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Red Coat,
and went away saying, “Now I’m the grandest
Tiger in the Jungle.”
And Little Black Sambo went on, and
by and by he met another Tiger, and it said to him,
“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you
up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh!
Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll
give you my beautiful little Blue Trousers.”
So the Tiger said, “Very well, I won’t
eat you this time, but you must give me your beautiful
little Blue Trousers.” So the Tiger got
poor Little Black Sambo’s beautiful little Blue
Trousers, and went away saying, “Now I’m
the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
And Little Black Sambo went on, and
by and by he met another Tiger, and it said to him,
“Little Black Sambo, I’m going to eat you
up!” And Little Black Sambo said, “Oh!
Please Mr. Tiger, don’t eat me up, and I’ll
give you my beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson
Soles and Crimson Linings.”
But the Tiger said, “What use
would your shoes be to me? I’ve got four
feet, and you’ve got only two; you haven’t
got enough shoes for me.”
But Little Black Sambo said, “You
could wear them on your ears.”
“So I could,” said the
Tiger: “that’s a very good idea.
Give them to me, and I won’t eat you this time.”
So the Tiger got poor Little Black
Sambo’s beautiful little Purple Shoes with Crimson
Soles and Crimson Linings, and went away saying, “Now
I’m the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
And by and by Little Black Sambo met
another Tiger, and it said to him, “Little Black
Sambo, I’m going to eat you up!” And Little
Black Sambo said, “Oh! Please Mr. Tiger,
don’t eat me up, and I’ll give you my
beautiful Green Umbrella.” But the Tiger
said, “How can I carry an umbrella, when I need
all my paws for walking with?”
“You could tie a knot on your
tail and carry it that way,” said Little Black
Sambo. “So I could,” said the Tiger.
“Give it to me, and I won’t eat you this
time.” So he got poor Little Black Sambo’s
beautiful Green Umbrella, and went away saying, “Now
I’m the grandest Tiger in the Jungle.”
And poor Little Black Sambo went away
crying, because the cruel Tigers had taken all his
fine clothes.
Presently he heard a horrible noise
that sounded like “Gr-r-r-r-rrrrrr,” and
it got louder and louder. “Oh! dear!”
said Little Black Sambo, “there are all the
Tigers coming back to eat me up! What shall I
do?” So he ran quickly to a palm-tree, and peeped
round it to see what the matter was.
And there he saw all the Tigers fighting,
and disputing which of them was the grandest.
And at last they all got so angry that they jumped
up and took off all the fine clothes, and began to
tear each other with their claws, and bite each other
with their great big white teeth.
And they came, rolling and tumbling
right to the foot of the very tree where Little Black
Sambo was hiding, but he jumped quickly in behind the
umbrella. And the Tigers all caught hold of each
other’s tails, as they wrangled and scrambled,
and so they found themselves in a ring round the tree.
Then, when the Tigers were very wee
and very far away, Little Black Sambo jumped up, and
called out, “Oh! Tigers! why have you taken
off all your nice clothes? Don’t you want
them any more?” But the Tigers only answered,
“Gr-r-rrrr!”
Then Little Black Sambo said, “If
you want them, say so, or I’ll take them away.”
But the Tigers would not let go of each other’s
tails, and so they could only say “Gr-r-r-rrrrrr!”
So Little Black Sambo put on all his
fine clothes again and walked off.
And the Tigers were very, very angry,
but still they would not let go of each other’s
tails. And they were so angry, that they ran round
the tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran
faster and faster, till they were whirling round so
fast that you couldn’t see their legs at all.
And they still ran faster and faster
and faster, till they all just melted away, and there
was nothing left but a great big pool of melted butter
(or “ghi,” as it is called in India) round
the foot of the tree.
Now Black Jumbo was just coming home
from his work, with a great big brass pot in his arms,
and when he saw what was left of all the Tigers he
said, “Oh! what lovely melted butter! I’ll
take that home to Black Mumbo for her to cook with.”
So he put it all into the great big
brass pot, and took it home to Black Mumbo to cook
with.
When Black Mumbo saw the melted butter,
wasn’t she pleased! “Now,” said
she, “we’ll all have pancakes for supper!”
So she got flour and eggs and milk
and sugar and butter, and she made a huge big plate
of most lovely pancakes. And she fried them in
the melted butter which the Tigers had made, and they
were just as yellow and brown as little Tigers.
And then they all sat down to supper.
And Black Mumbo ate Twenty-seven pancakes, and Black
Jumbo ate Fifty-five but Little Black Sambo ate a
Hundred and Sixty-nine, because he was so hungry.