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Smith</h1> +<pre> +This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with +almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or +re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included +with this eBook or online at <a href = "https://www.gutenberg.org">www.gutenberg.org</a></pre> +<p>Title: The Tale of Cuffy Bear</p> +<p>Author: Arthur Scott Bailey</p> +<p>Release Date: April 4, 2005 [eBook #15528]</p> +<p>Language: English</p> +<p>Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1</p> +<p>***START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR***</p> +<p> </p> +<h3>E-text prepared by Juliet Sutherland, Govert Schipper,<br /> + and the Project Gutenberg Online Distributed Proofreading Team</h3> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p> </p> + <a name="image001" + id="image001"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 417px;"> + <img src="images/image001.jpg" + width="417" + height="640" + alt="Cover" /> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h2>THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR</h2> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <table border="1" + cellpadding="20" + summary="Sleepy-Time Tales"> + <tr> + <td> + <center> + <i><font size="+2">SLEEPY-TIME + TALES</font></i><br /> + <font size="-1">BY</font><br /> + <font size="+1">ARTHUR SCOTT + BAILEY</font><br /> + —— + </center>THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR<br /> + THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL<br /> + THE TALE OF TOMMY FOX<br /> + THE TALE OF FATTY COON<br /> + THE TALE OF BILLY WOODCHUCK<br /> + THE TALE OF JIMMY RABBIT<br /> + THE TALE OF PETER MINK<br /> + THE TALE OF SANDY CHIPMUNK<br /> + THE TALE OF BROWNIE BEAVER<br /> + THE TALE OF PADDY MUSKRAT<br /> + </td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <a name="image002" + id="image002"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 460px;"> + <img src="images/image002.jpg" + width="460" + height="640" + alt="Cuffy Gave It One Good, Hard Cuff" /> + <span class="caption">Cuffy Gave It One Good, Hard + Cuff</span> + </div> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h2><a name="SLEEPY_TIME_TALES" + id="SLEEPY_TIME_TALES"></a><i><u>SLEEPY-TIME + TALES</u></i></h2> + + <h1>THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR</h1> + + <p> </p> + + <h4>BY</h4> + + <h2>ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</h2> + + <p> </p> + + <h4>ILLUSTRATED BY</h4> + + <h3>HARRY L. SMITH</h3> + + <p> </p> + + <p> </p> + + <p> </p> + + <h5>NEW YORK<br /> + GROSSET & DUNLAP<br /> + PUBLISHERS</h5> + + <h4>1915</h4> +<p> </p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p> </p> + + <h2><a name="CONTENTS" + id="CONTENTS"></a>CONTENTS</h2> + + <table summary="Contents"> + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right"> + <font size="-1">CHAPTER</font></td> + + <td></td> + + <td></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">I</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#I">CUFFY WAKES UP</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">II</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#II">CUFFY BEAR FINDS A PORCUPINE</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">III</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#III">CUFFY AND THE WONDERFUL + SPRING</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">IV</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#IV">CUFFY LEARNS SOMETHING</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">V</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#V">CUFFY AND THE MAPLE-SUGAR</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">VI</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#VI">CUFFY MEETS A MAN</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">VII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#VII">THE ICE GOES OUT OF THE + RIVER</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">VIII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#VIII">CUFFY LEARNS TO SWIM</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">IX</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#IX">A SURPRISE</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">X</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#X">CUFFY CLIMBS BLUE MOUNTAIN</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XI</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XI">MRS. EAGLE IS ANGRY</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XII">CUFFY BEAR GOES TO MARKET</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XIII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XIII">HAYING-TIME</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XIV</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XIV">CUFFY LIKES BAKED BEANS</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XV</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XV">HUNTING FOR A BEE-TREE</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XVI</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XVI">THE BEES STING CUFFY</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XVII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XVII">CUFFY BEAR GOES SWIMMING</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XVIII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XVIII">CUFFY FRIGHTENS HIS + MOTHER</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XIX</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XIX">THE LITTLE BEAR PETER</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XX</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XX">LEARNING TO BOX</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XXI</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XXI">THE FOREST FIRE</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XXII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XXII">THE RAIN COMES</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right">XXIII</td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#XXIII">CUFFY BEAR GROWS SLEEPY</a></td> + </tr> + + <tr> + <td style="text-align: right"></td> + + <td> </td> + + <td><a href="#A_WORD_TO_GROWN_UPS">A WORD TO GROWN + UPS</a></td> + </tr> + </table> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h1>THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR</h1> + + <h3><a name="I" + id="I"></a>I</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY WAKES UP</h3> + + <p>Far up on the side of Blue Mountain lived Cuffy Bear with + his father and mother and his little sister Silkie. Mr. Bear's + house was quite the finest for many miles around. It was what + people call a cave, being made entirely of stone, and so there + was no danger of its ever catching fire; and since it was built + straight into the side of the mountain the roof was so very, + very thick that Cuffy's father never had to worry for fear a + tree would fall upon his house and hurt his family. No matter + how hard the wind blew, Mr. Bear was never afraid of that.</p> + + <p>Little Cuffy was not a bad bear at heart. But often when he + was playing with Silkie, his sister, he would lose his temper + and cuff her on the head and make her cry. Then his father or + his mother would cuff <i>him</i>. Somehow, he never could learn + not to strike out when he became angry. That was why he was + called Cuffy. It happened sometimes that a day or two would + pass without Cuffy's cuffing his sister. And Mr. Bear and Mrs. + Bear would begin to think that at last Cuffy had been cured of + his bad habit.</p> + + <p>"I do believe the child is growing better mannered," Mrs. + Bear would say to her husband, as they watched their son and + daughter playing upon the floor. And then just as likely as + not, the first thing they knew Cuffy would give Silkie a good, + hard box on the ear, or a slap right on the end of her + nose.</p> + + <p>But for a long time every winter Cuffy was never naughty. + You might think that that was just before Christmas. But + no—it was not then. All winter long Cuffy was just as + good as any little bear could be. He was good because he was + asleep! You see—when cold weather came, Mr. and Mrs. Bear + and their children stayed in their cozy house, which was snug + and warm, and slept and slept and slept for weeks and weeks + until spring came.</p> + + <p>Now, this tale begins on the very first day of spring. And + on that day Mr. Bear waked up. He rose slowly to his feet, for + his bones felt stiff because he had been asleep for such a long + time. And he was hungry—oh! very hungry, because he had + not eaten anything for months and months, since he went to + sleep at the beginning of winter.</p> + + <p>He went to the door of his house and looked out. And he saw + that the weather was warm and fine. So he stepped back into the + bedroom and said—</p> + + <p><i>"Ou-e-e-ee!"</i> Just like that. And then Mrs. Bear + awaked. "Spring has come," Mr. Bear told her, "and I am going + out to fetch something to eat. Wake up Cuffy and Silkie and + tell them that it is time to get up."</p> + + <p>Gently Mrs. Bear roused Cuffy and Silkie.</p> + + <p>"Come, children! Run out and play and get your lungs full of + nice, fresh air. Now, be good and don't go far away!" she + said.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="II" + id="II"></a>II</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY BEAR FINDS A PORCUPINE</h3> + + <p>For a few minutes Cuffy stood in the doorway and blinked and + blinked. He rubbed his eyes, for the bright sunlight hurt them. + But soon he and Silkie were frisking and tumbling about in the + front-yard.</p> + + <p>After a little while Cuffy remembered that there was an old + tree over in the pine woods—just the finest tree to climb + that anybody could want.</p> + + <p>"Let's go over to the old tree and play," Cuffy said.</p> + + <p>"But Mother told us not to go far away," Silkie reminded + him.</p> + + <p>"Oh! I don't care," Cuffy said. "Besides, we'll be back + before she knows it."</p> + + <p>But Silkie would not go with him. So naughty Cuffy started + off alone for the pine woods. He found the old tree. It seemed + smaller than he expected. The reason for that was because Cuffy + himself had grown tall during the months that he had spent in + sleep.</p> + + <p>He climbed the tree to the very top and as he looked down + over the snow he saw something moving a little way off. + Whatever it was, it was much smaller than Cuffy himself, so he + was not afraid. And he scrambled down to the ground and ran as + fast as he could go to the place where he saw the small thing + moving. Cuffy wanted to see what it was. He was always like + that.</p> + + <p>Cuffy found a little animal covered with stiff, sharp quills + and he knew that it was a porcupine. And all at once Cuffy felt + very hungry. He remembered that his father had sometimes + brought home porcupine meat and—yes, Cuffy actually + smacked his lips! His mother was always telling him not to + smack his lips, but Cuffy forgot all about it now.</p> + + <p>As Cuffy came running up Mr. Porcupine rolled himself into a + round ball and lay perfectly still. Now, Cuffy remembered that + his father had often told him never to touch a porcupine, + because if he should he would get his paws stuck full of + quills. But now Cuffy decided that he would show his father + that he too was clever enough to kill a porcupine. So he + stepped close to the little round, prickly ball and gave it one + good, hard cuff.</p> + + <p>The next instant Cuffy gave a howl of pain. He was so angry + that he struck the porcupine once more with his other + front-paw.</p> + + <p>Again Cuffy howled! Now both his front-paws were full of + quills. They looked just like pincushions. And as Cuffy saw + what had happened he began to cry. He wanted his mother.</p> + + <p>So home he started. All the way he had to walk on his hind + legs, because it hurt him terribly whenever he put one of his + front-paws on the ground.</p> + + <p>Cuffy wept very hard when Mrs. Bear pulled out the quills. + And his paws were so sore that he could not feed himself. His + mother had to put into his mouth bits of the frozen turnips + that his father found in Farmer Green's field. And though + afterward Cuffy did many things that he ought not to have done, + he never, never touched a porcupine again.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="III" + id="III"></a>III</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY AND THE WONDERFUL SPRING</h3> + + <p>The pricks of the porcupine's quills made Cuffy Bear's paws + so sore that it was several days before he could run about + again. And during all that time Cuffy was a very good little + bear. He did not cuff his sister Silkie once. You see, he knew + it would hurt his sore paws if he did.</p> + + <p>The days were still fine. Cuffy loved to feel the bright + sunshine upon his black coat. It warmed him through and through + and he did not care at all if his feet <i>did</i> get wet in + the melting snow.</p> + + <p>At last one afternoon when his paws were quite well again + Cuffy strayed some distance down the side of Blue Mountain, He + was alone, because Silkie was asleep. You know, she was younger + than Cuffy and still had to take naps. Cuffy had slid and + tumbled down the mountainside until he was further from home + than he knew. It did seem good to be able to put his paws upon + the ground again without whimpering with pain. And coming to a + short, steep place, Cuffy felt so glad that he actually turned + a somersault and landed in a heap at the foot of the bank. He + sat there for a moment, brushing the soft snow out of his face, + when a flash of light dazzled his eyes. It came from a tree + right in front of him. And Cuffy at once jumped up and ran to + see what it was. He found that some one had fastened a shiny, + new tin bucket to the trunk of the tree.</p> + + <p>Cuffy felt that he <i>must</i> have that bucket to play + with. He knew that he could have heaps of fun rolling it about + on the ground. And he was just going to knock it off the hook + that held it when he noticed that a small spout had been driven + into the tree just above the bucket. And as Cuffy stood there + on his hind legs, reaching up as high as he could, he saw a + tiny drop fall from the spout and go splash! into the bucket. + Then, as he watched, another drop fell; and another and another + and another. Cuffy wondered where they came from. It must + be—he thought—that there was a spring inside that + tree. Yes! he was sure of it, for the bucket was half full of + water. He felt thirsty, for he had not had a drink since + lunch-time. And so Cuffy stuck his head into the pail and took + a good, big swallow.</p> + + <p>The next instant he squealed with joy. It was the nicest + water he had ever tasted in all his life, for it was quite + sweet—just as if somebody had left a heap of honey in the + bottom of the bucket. But when Cuffy licked the end of the + spout with his little red tongue he found that that tasted + sweet too. Yes! it certainly was a wonderful spring. Cuffy was + very glad that he had found it. And he decided that he would + drink all he could of the delicious, sweet water and leave the + pail hanging there. Then he could come back the next day and + there would be more of that wonderful water all ready and + waiting for him to drink up.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="IV" + id="IV"></a>IV</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY LEARNS SOMETHING</h3> + + <p>After leaving the wonderful spring Cuffy Bear was so long + getting home that he decided he would not say anything to his + father and mother about what he had found. You see—he was + afraid they would tell him not to go so far away from home + again. But Cuffy had not been long in the snug little house + before he had a terrible stomach-ache. He stood the pain as + long as he could without saying anything. But he simply + <i>had</i> to hang onto his little fat stomach with both his + front paws. And at last he began to cry softly. Then Mrs. Bear + asked him what he had been doing; and before Cuffy knew it he + had told all about finding the delicious, sweet water.</p> + + <p>"How much did you drink?" asked his mother.</p> + + <p>"Oh—only a little," Cuffy answered faintly.</p> + + <p>Then Mrs. Bear nodded her head three times. She was very + wise—was Mrs. Bear. And she knew quite well that Cuffy + had drunk a great deal too much of that nice-tasting water. So + she made Cuffy lie down and gave him some peppermint leaves to + chew. In a little while he began to feel so much better that + before he knew it he had fallen asleep.</p> + + <p>When Cuffy waked up he found that his father had come home. + And soon Mr. Bear had Cuffy on one knee, and Silkie on the + other, and he was telling them all about maple-sugar. For of + course you knew all the time that what Cuffy had found was not + a spring at all—but a sugar-maple tree, which Farmer + Green had tapped so that he might gather the sap and boil it + until it turned to maple-sugar. If Cuffy had gone further down + the mountainside he would have found a great many other trees, + each—like the one he discovered—with a tin bucket + hanging on it to catch the sweet sap.</p> + + <p>"So you see there are many things for little bears to + learn," Mr. Bear said, when he had finished. "And the one + <i>big</i> lesson you must learn is to keep away from men. + Farmer Green visits those trees every day to gather the sap. So + you must not go down there again."</p> + + <p>A cold shiver went up and down Cuffy's back at these words. + Farmer Green! Cuffy had heard a great deal about Farmer Green + and he certainly did not want to meet him all alone and far + from home. But as soon as the tickle of that shiver stopped, + Cuffy forgot all about his fright.</p> + + <p>"This maple-sugar—does it taste as good as the sweet + sap?" he asked his father.</p> + + <p>"Yes, my son—a hundred times better!" Mr. Bear + replied. "I ate some once And I shall never forget it."</p> + + <p><i>A hundred times better!</i> After he had gone to bed that + night the words kept ringing in Cuffy's ears. <i>A hundred + times better! A hundred times better!... A + hundred</i>—And now Cuffy was fast asleep and—I am + sorry to say it—sucking one of his paws for all the world + as if it was a piece of Farmer Green's maple-sugar.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="V" + id="V"></a>V</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY AND THE MAPLE-SUGAR</h3> + + <p>Another day had come and all the morning long Cuffy Bear and + his sister Silkie played and played as hard as they could. They + played that they were making maple-sugar. And they pretended to + hang buckets on all the trees near Mr. Bear's house. There were + no maple trees about Cuffy's home—only pine and hemlock + and spruce—but if you are just <i>pretending</i> to make + maple-sugar any sort of tree will do.</p> + + <p>While they were playing Cuffy kept wishing for some + <i>real</i> maple-sugar. After all, the little cakes of snow + that he and Silkie made and <i>called</i> maple-sugar seemed + very tasteless, no matter how much Cuffy pretended. And later, + when Silkie was taking her nap, and Cuffy had no one to play + with, he became so angry with the make-believe sugar that he + struck the little pats of snow as hard as he could and spoiled + them. And then, after one look toward the door of his father's + house—to make sure that his mother did not see + him—Cuffy started on a trot down the mountainside.</p> + + <p>What do you suppose he was going to do?</p> + + <p>To tell the truth, Cuffy himself did not quite know. When he + came to the tree that he had found the day before he stopped + and drank some of the sap once more; and he tried to imagine + how sugar would taste <i>a hundred times sweeter</i>. Then + Cuffy went on down the mountainside.</p> + + <p>At last he spied a little house in a clearing. From its + chimney a stream of smoke rose, and as Cuffy peeped from behind + a tree he saw a man come out and pick up an armful of wood from + the woodpile nearby. While Cuffy watched, the man carried in + several loads. Soon the smoke began fairly to pour out of the + chimney; and then the man came out once more, picked up an axe + near the woodpile, and started off toward the other side of the + clearing.</p> + + <p>Cuffy was trembling with excitement. The wind blew right in + his face and brought to him two odors that were quite + different. One was the man-scent, which Cuffy did not like at + all, and which made his legs want to run away. The other smell + was most delightfully sweet. And it made his nose want to go + forward.</p> + + <p>Which do you think won—Cuffy's nose or his legs?... + Yes! His nose won! Pretty soon Cuffy slipped from behind the + tree and scampered as fast as he could run to the door of the + sugar-house—for that was what he had found. He stuck his + head inside and oh, joy! there was no one there.</p> + + <p>Just inside the door stood a tub full of something brown. + One sniff told Cuffy that it was maple-sugar and he began to + gulp great mouthfuls of it. Yes! his father was right. It + certainly was a hundred times sweeter than the sap.</p> + + <p>In the middle of the room was a big pan which gave off + clouds of steam. Cuffy wanted to see it. And with his mouth + full of sugar he walked up to the pan and looked into it. He + saw a golden liquid, and Cuffy felt that he simply <i>must</i> + taste that too. So he dipped both his front paws right into the + bubbling syrup.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="VI" + id="VI"></a>VI</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY MEETS A MAN</h3> + + <p>And then how Cuffy Bear did roar—just one second after + he had stuck his paws into the steaming pan. You see—he + was so greedy that he had never once stopped to think that the + syrup was boiling hot.</p> + + <p>Now, usually if you pick up anything hot you can drop it at + once. But it is not so with hot maple syrup. Cuffy's paws were + covered with the sticky brown stuff. He rubbed them upon his + trousers, and he roared again when he saw what he had done.</p> + + <p>Then Cuffy had a happy thought. He would go out and shove + his paws into a snowbank. That would surely cool them. So out + of the sugar-house he dashed and across the clearing he ran, + screaming <i>"Ough! ough! ough!"</i> at the top of his voice, + for the hot syrup made his paws smart terribly. In his haste + Cuffy did not notice that he was headed in the direction in + which the man had disappeared.</p> + + <p>Now it happened that the man who tended the sugar-house fire + had gone only to the edge of the clearing; and when he heard + Cuffy's shrieks he looked around in great surprise. He and + Cuffy saw each other at the same time. And like a flash Cuffy + turned and fairly flew the other way.</p> + + <p>The man ran after him for a few steps. But he soon saw that + he could never catch Cuffy. So he stood still and watched the + little bear bob into the woods and vanish.</p> + + <p>Poor Cuffy's heart was beating as if it would burst. He was + so frightened that he forgot all about his burned paws and he + ran and ran and ran up the steep mountainside. He did not mind + the climb; he was used to that. But to his great alarm the snow + clung to his sticky paws until each was just a great, round + lump. They looked like the hands of a snow-man.</p> + + <p>Cuffy found it very hard to run with his paws like that. But + he kept on and on, until at last he came in sight of his + father's house. Then he stopped and sat down, right behind a + knoll, where his mother could not see him. He was very tired. + And though he was no longer afraid that the man would catch + him, he began to be afraid of something else.... A punishing? + No—no! He had not thought of that. Cuffy was afraid that + he could never get rid of those big heavy lumps. He was afraid + his paws would always be covered with those hard balls of snow. + You must remember that he was a very <i>young</i> little + bear.</p> + + <p>Well! After he had got his breath again Cuffy began to + nibble at his snow mittens. And little by little—to his + delight—he removed them. And still he kept on nibbling at + his paws, and—yes! he actually put them right inside his + mouth and sucked them. He forgot all about his <i>manners</i>, + for underneath the snow he found the most beautiful, waxy + maple-sugar you can imagine. Each paw was just one big + lollypop! And though his burns still hurt him, Cuffy did not + care very much. For those lollypops were <i>two hundred + times</i> sweeter than anything he had ever tasted in all his + life!</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="VII" + id="VII"></a>VII</h3> + + <h3>THE ICE GOES OUT OF THE RIVER</h3> + + <p>Farmer Green had taken his sap-buckets off the maple trees + and <i>that</i> meant the spring was fast going. At least, that + was what Mr. Bear said. And Cuffy noticed that every day there + was a little less snow than there had been the day before.</p> + + <p>"The ice will soon go out," Mr. Bear said to Cuffy's mother + at breakfast one morning, "and then when I cross Pleasant + Valley I shall have to swim the river."</p> + + <p>Cuffy knew that his father meant Swift River. In summer + Cuffy could look down from Blue Mountain and see the stream as + it flashed through the valley.</p> + + <p>"Will the ice go out of the river to-day?" Cuffy asked.</p> + + <p>"Well, now—" Mr. Bear said, "it might. And then again, + it might not." Mr. Bear never said a thing was <i>so</i> unless + he was sure of it.</p> + + <p>Now, Cuffy thought it would be great fun to go down into the + valley and find out for himself if the ice really did go out. + He had an idea that it caused a terrific splitting and crashing + and thundering noise and he thought that perhaps some fish + would be tossed up on the bank and then he would have a good + lunch.</p> + + <p>When Mr. Bear had gone off down the mountain, "to see a + bear," as he explained to his wife, little Cuffy sneaked away + from the house. His mother was making the beds, and Silkie was + pretending to help her. Now, nobody <i>sneaks</i> unless he + knows he is doing something wrong. Cuffy knew that his parents + would not let him go down into the valley alone, so he went + without asking. And when he did at last come to the river there + was ice along both banks; but between them ran a broad stream + of swift water.</p> + + <p>"The ice must have gone out in the night," Cuffy said to + himself. And he looked about in the hope of finding some fish + on the banks. But not one fish could he find.</p> + + <p>He was disappointed. And he crept out onto the ice as far as + he could go and peeped over the edge into the water. He thought + maybe he could at least catch a fish with his paw.</p> + + <p>Cuffy lay quite still for a long time. And then at last to + his delight he saw a fish right before him. He made a quick + reach for it. And then there was a sharp <i>crack!</i> The ice + tipped and Cuffy clung to it with all his claws to keep from + falling into the river. He backed away from the edge and looked + around. The bank was moving past him. He had never seen such a + thing and he was surprised.</p> + + <p>Then he gave a cry which sounded in his throat like + <i>"Oug!"</i> and ended with <i>"I-s-s-s!"</i> through his + nose. It meant that Cuffy was frightened. For he saw that the + ice he was on had broken away and was floating rapidly down the + stream.</p> + + <p>He had not caught the fish, either. But he forgot all about + that now.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="VIII" + id="VIII"></a>VIII</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY LEARNS TO SWIM</h3> + + <p>Yes! Cuffy Bear was floating down the river on a cake of + ice! How he wished he had been a good little bear and stayed at + home, instead of running away to the river all alone! He was + huddled up in a little black heap in the center of the cake, + and crying as if his heart would break. For Cuffy thought he + would never see his mother and father and Silkie again. If only + he knew how to swim, like his father! But he didn't; and there + he was, being swept away down the valley, right toward Farmer + Green's house. It certainly was enough to make anybody + weep.</p> + + <p>When Cuffy thought about Farmer Green he was more frightened + than ever and he began to scream. He remembered all the + dreadful things he had heard about men and the things they do + to little bears.</p> + + <p>Pretty soon Cuffy saw something move up on the bank ahead of + him. And he stopped screaming. He was afraid that it was Farmer + Green himself and he thought he had better keep still. Then + perhaps Farmer Green wouldn't see him. But to his dismay the + big black thing began to slide down the steep bank right toward + the river.</p> + + <p>Cuffy's heart seemed to stand still. He shut his eyes tight + and tried to make himself as small as he could. And he hardly + breathed.</p> + + <p>Then somebody called his name. Cuffy was so surprised that + he looked up, and there was his father standing on the edge of + the stream. Cuffy was <i>so</i> glad to see him!</p> + + <p>Mr. Bear seemed very cross, but Cuffy did not mind that, he + was <i>so</i> glad to see his father.</p> + + <p>"Oh, Father! What shall I do?" Cuffy cried.</p> + + <p>Mr. Bear said just one word. It was <i>"Jump!"</i></p> + + <p>Cuffy could hardly believe his ears.</p> + + <p><i>"Jump!"</i> said Mr. Bear again.</p> + + <p>"I don't know how to swim," Cuffy whined.</p> + + <p><i>"Jump, jump, jump!"</i> Mr. Bear repeated very + sternly.</p> + + <p>Still Cuffy did not jump. He was so afraid of that rushing + water!</p> + + <p>Then Mr. Bear became very, very angry. He gave a great roar + and plunged into the icy water. With a few strong + strokes—for Mr. Bear was a fine swimmer—he reached + the middle of the river. And as he swam close up to Cuffy he + reached out and gave that naughty, frightened little bear a + shove that sent him flying into the stream.</p> + + <p>Cuffy started to scream. But his shriek was cut off short as + he sank, head and all, into the cold, cold river. In another + moment his nose came up out of the water. It was only an + instant, but to Cuffy it seemed a long, long time before he + could breathe again. And now, to his great surprise, he found + that he was swimming as well as his father.</p> + + <p>Now, little bears are different from little boys and girls. + They don't have to <i>learn</i> to swim. Cuffy didn't know it. + But his father did. That was why Mr. Bear told him to jump. He + knew that as soon as Cuffy found himself in the water he could + swim as well as anybody.</p> + + <p>In another minute Cuffy and his father were safe on the + bank, and in another second after that they were running toward + home as fast as Cuffy could go, so they wouldn't take cold, you + know.</p> + + <p>Cuffy had to go to bed for the rest of the day, as a + punishment. And as he lay on his little bed he could hear his + father and mother laughing in the next room. He didn't see how + they could laugh. But you know, Cuffy didn't realize how funny + he had looked, floating down the river on the cake of ice.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="IX" + id="IX"></a>IX</h3> + + <h3>A SURPRISE</h3> + + <p>One day Cuffy Bear and his little sister Silkie had been + making sand pies. And now, having grown tired of that, they + were squatting down on the ground and had covered their legs + with the clean white sand. Perhaps they would have heaped the + sand all over themselves, if Silkie had not spied her father as + he came climbing up the mountain. When they noticed that he was + carrying something they both sprang up and ran to see what Mr. + Bear was bringing home.</p> + + <p>Mr. Bear's mouth was stretched quite wide in what Silkie and + Cuffy knew to be his most agreeable smile. You and I might not + have felt so comfortable if we had looked past Mr. Bear's great + white teeth into his big red mouth. But it was different with + Cuffy and Silkie. They saw at once that their father was + feeling very pleasant.</p> + + <p>"What's that?" Silkie asked. As for Cuffy, he had not + stopped to ask any questions. He was already smelling of the + small white animal his father had, and he poked it gently with + his paw. He had not forgotten about the porcupine. But this + strange animal seemed quite harmless. It was covered with + things that looked a little bit like quills, only they were + ever so much shorter and smaller. And Cuffy found that they + were much softer, too, for they did not prick him at all.</p> + + <p>"What is it?" This time it was Cuffy who asked.</p> + + <p>"You'll see," Mr. Bear said again.</p> + + <p>"Is it a new kind of rabbit?" Silkie inquired.</p> + + <p>"Huh! A rabbit!" Cuffy laughed. "Of course it isn't a + rabbit," he said.</p> + + <p>"Well—it's white, and its tail is short—" Silkie + began, "and—"</p> + + <p>"Its ears are too small," Cuffy told her, "and its tail is + all curled up."</p> + + <p>"You'll see, children," Mr. Bear said again. "It's a + surprise."</p> + + <p>"A surprise!" Cuffy and Silkie both shouted. They thought + that was the name of the—oh! I almost told what the + little animal really was.</p> + + <p>Well! As Mr. Bear walked on toward his house, Cuffy and + Silkie ran ahead and burst in upon their mother, both of them + shouting at the top of their voices, "A surprise! A surprise! + Father's bringing home a surprise!"</p> + + <p>"Why, Ephraim Bear!" Mrs. Bear exclaimed, as soon as she saw + her husband. "Wherever did you get that lovely little pig?"</p> + + <p>There—now you know what it was that Mr. Bear had.</p> + + <p>"It came from Farmer Green's, my dear," Mr. Bear said. "I + remembered that this was your birthday, and so I thought I + would bring home something 'specially nice, so that we could + have a real feast."</p> + + <p>Cuffy and Silkie had never eaten any pig before. And when + there was nothing left of the surprise except a few bones, + Cuffy couldn't help wishing that every day could be a + birthday.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="X" + id="X"></a>X</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY CLIMBS BLUE MOUNTAIN</h3> + + <p>Cuffy Bear had never been very far up Blue Mountain beyond + the place where his father's house nestled among the + evergreens. You know, the summer before he had been a very + small little bear indeed, and the higher one goes up Blue + Mountain the harder the climbing becomes. But now Cuffy was + growing very fast; and he was able to scramble up places he + could never have even crept a year ago. Each day now Cuffy + climbed a little nearer the top of Blue Mountain. And at last + the day came when he reached the very top. It was so high that + the trees did not grow there. He found nothing but rocks + everywhere, with just a little earth to fill the cracks.</p> + + <p>Cuffy thought it great fun to clamber about all by himself + and look down at the hills and valleys that stretched away in + all directions. Indeed, he hated to leave that delightful spot. + But he noticed that the sun was getting low in the west and he + knew that he must hurry home. So Cuffy started down the + mountainside.</p> + + <p>He did not pick out the easiest way to go. Oh, no! He chose + the very steepest places to slide down. And as he went slipping + down the steepest cliff of all he came upon something that gave + him a great surprise. For he saw, built right in the crack of a + ledge, a big bird's nest made of sticks. It was the biggest + bird's nest Cuffy had ever seen; and in it were two great white + eggs. They were the greatest white eggs Cuffy had ever seen, + too.</p> + + <p>How lucky! At least, that was what Cuffy thought then. For + he was very fond of birds' eggs, and his climb had made him + even hungrier than usual. He stopped then and there and with + one rap of the paw he broke one of the eggs and began to eat + it.</p> + + <p>Cuffy was enjoying his lunch very much. He had almost + finished the first egg and was just about to turn to the other + when he heard a deafening scream.</p> + + <p>Cuffy looked all around. He thought that perhaps there was a + pig up there on the mountain. But no! He couldn't see a thing. + Then came that cry again. This time it was louder. And it + seemed to come from right over Cuffy's head. He looked up then. + And there was an enormous bird dropping right down on top of + him! It seemed to Cuffy that its wings stretched as wide as the + branches of the great pine tree in his father's front-yard. He + never even dreamed that there could be as big a bird in the + whole world. And during that one instant that Cuffy's little + beady bright eyes were turned upwards he saw that the great + bird had a wicked, hooked beak and claws that were as sharp as + his own, and ever so much longer.</p> + + <p>One look was enough for Cuffy. He turned and tumbled down + the steep cliff, head over heels, with the eagle following + him.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XI" + id="XI"></a>XI</h3> + + <h3>MRS. EAGLE IS ANGRY</h3> + + <p>Yes! It was an eagle's nest that Cuffy Bear had found, And + Mrs. Eagle had caught him eating her eggs. It was no wonder + that she was wild with rage. And it was no wonder that Cuffy + ran for his life.</p> + + <p>He landed in a heap at the foot of the first cliff, jumped + up like a flash and in a twinkling he was rolling heels over + head down another cliff.</p> + + <p>Again Cuffy fell in a heap at the bottom. Again he jumped + up. And again he started to run. But this time, alas! Mrs. + Eagle seized him. She pounced down upon his back; and she sunk + her claws right into Cuffy's neck. Then Mrs. Eagle flapped her + wings as hard as she could flap them. And Cuffy felt himself + rising.</p> + + <p>Soon the earth was far, far beneath Cuffy. And he was the + most frightened little bear you could imagine. He was afraid + Mrs. Eagle would drop him, and that he would fall down, down, + down onto the rocks below. And he was afraid that Mrs. Eagle + wouldn't drop him, too. Because if she didn't Cuffy felt only + too sure that she would take him home and that she and Mr. + Eagle would eat him for their dinner.</p> + + <p>You see, Cuffy Bear was in a sad fix. And for my part, when + I first heard of his plight I did not see how he was ever going + to get out of it alive.</p> + + <p>Well—this was what happened. Mrs. Eagle <i>did</i> + intend to take Cuffy home with her and serve him up for dinner + that very night At first, after she had seized Cuffy, she + mounted higher and higher into the air, so that she could at + last swoop down on the top of the mountain, right beside her + nest. But Cuffy was a very fat little bear. And soon Mrs. Eagle + found that she had a heavy load. And it was only a few minutes + before she discovered that she couldn't fly up any higher with + Cuffy. In fact, she began to sink, little by little. Yes, Cuffy + was so heavy that as Mrs. Eagle grew tired his weight dragged + her down toward the earth again.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Eagle saw what was happening. But she didn't want to + let Cuffy go. So she flew far out from the side of the + mountain, hoping that she would soon feel stronger. But all the + time she kept growing weaker and weaker. And all the time she + kept falling faster and faster, until all at once Mrs. Eagle + was afraid that she would lose her balance and go tumbling down + onto the ground herself.</p> + + <p>She was still very angry. And she hated to lose the fine + dinner she had been counting on. But she saw nothing else to do + but let go of Cuffy Bear. So she gave one last scream of rage; + and the next instant Cuffy felt himself dropping through the + air like a stone.</p> + + <p>Now, Cuffy had shut his eyes tight, just as he did when he + was drifting down the river on the cake of ice; so he did not + see what was happening. But as luck had it, when Mrs. Eagle let + him go she was flying right over the top of a big fir-tree. And + as Cuffy fell, he dropped <i>plump!</i> into the branches, and + down he went, crashing through the soft, springing boughs.</p> + + <p>Cuffy clutched wildly at the branches. And though he tumbled + through them one after another, at last he managed to hold + tight to a big limb. And then, after he had caught his breath + again, he crept carefully down to the ground.</p> + + <p>He wondered where he was. The place had a strangely familiar + look. It seemed to Cuffy that he must have been there before. + And then, as he peered cautiously around, what should he see + but the door of his father's house, right in front of him! Yes! + Mrs. Eagle had dropped Cuffy right in his father's door-yard! + And Cuffy wasn't even late for dinner.</p> + + <p>As he grew older Cuffy often went to the top of Blue + Mountain. But never, so long as he lived, did he get home again + so quickly.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XII" + id="XII"></a>XII</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY BEAR GOES TO MARKET</h3> + + <p>"Mother! When is my birthday?" Cuffy asked, a few days after + his father had brought home the little pig.</p> + + <p>"Why, your birthday comes on the day the wild geese begin to + fly south," Mrs. Bear said.</p> + + <p>"Is that soon?" Cuffy asked.</p> + + <p>"Bless you, no! Not for months and months!" his mother + said.</p> + + <p>"And when is Silkie's?" he continued.</p> + + <p>"The day of the first snow," she told him.</p> + + <p>Cuffy knew that that was a long way off—not until + summer had come and gone.</p> + + <p>"And Father's?" he inquired once more.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Bear shook her head.</p> + + <p>"Your father hasn't many birthdays," she said. "He was born + on the day of the great forest fire. It may be a long time + before he has another birthday. I hope so, anyhow," she added, + "for a great forest fire is a dreadful thing."</p> + + <p>Now you see, having a birthday like that is a good deal like + being born on the twenty-ninth of February, when you have a + birthday only once in four years. Yes—it's a good deal + like that, only worse. For you may have to wait years and years + before another great fire comes. You understand, of course, + that having no clocks or calendars or anything like that, the + wild animals can keep track of birthdays only by remembering + things that happen.</p> + + <p>All this made Cuffy Bear feel very sad. He had been hoping + that some member of the family would have a birthday soon, and + then perhaps his father would bring home another little pig for + another nice feast. But now he saw that there was no chance of + that happening for a long, long time.</p><a name="image003" + id="image003"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 471px;"> + <img src="images/image003.jpg" + width="471" + height="640" + alt="Mrs. Eagle Rose Higher and Higher" /> + <span class="caption">Mrs. Eagle Rose Higher and + Higher</span> + </div> + + <p>Cuffy went out of doors then and thought and thought and + thought. I'm almost ashamed to have to say it—he was + planning to go down to Farmer Green's and get another fat, + tender, little pig like the one his father had brought + home.</p> + + <p>Now, when a very young bear starts out to steal a pig there + are many things to think of. In the first place, there was + Farmer Green, and Farmer Green's boy Johnnie, and Farmer + Green's hired man. Cuffy knew that he must be very, very + careful not to meet them.</p> + + <p>To his great relief, when he had gone down into Pleasant + Valley Cuffy saw all three ploughing in a field. They did not + see him at all. And so he felt very brave as he went on toward + the farm buildings.</p> + + <p>Farmer Green's pig-pen was in a little, low building next + the cow-barn. Cuffy had no trouble in finding it. And he walked + inside quite boldly and before you could have winked, almost, + he had seized a little, white pig in his mouth and was loping + off across the barnyard.</p> + + <p>The pig had looked very small to Cuffy when he first saw and + seized it. But now it seemed to be as many as twenty times + bigger than Cuffy was himself. That was because the pig made + the most frightful noise Cuffy had ever heard in all his life. + Cuffy felt as if he had a hundred pigs in his mouth, with their + hundred snouts squealing right in his ears. Though Farmer Green + was at least a mile away, Cuffy was sure he could hear. Indeed, + Cuffy thought that all the world must hear that dreadful + racket. And he was so frightened that he let go of the little + pig and ran away towards home as fast as he could jump.</p> + + <p>That squealing rang in his ears for a long time. And if + Cuffy's father had brought home a pig that night Cuffy couldn't + have eaten a mouthful of it. He never wanted to see or taste of + a pig again. And you may be sure he never wanted to <i>hear</i> + one, either.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XIII" + id="XIII"></a>XIII</h3> + + <h3>HAYING-TIME</h3> + + <p>After Cuffy Bear's adventure with Mrs. Eagle he did not + stray far from home for several weeks. You can see, from that, + that he had been badly frightened. Yes—just to look at a + crow flapping through the air made Cuffy dizzy now; and nothing + would have tempted him to go up the mountain again.</p> + + <p>But Cuffy became very tired of playing near his father's + house all the time. And at last he wandered down into the + valley one day. There was something down there that Cuffy + wanted to see. You'd never guess what it was; so I'll tell you. + Cuffy Bear wanted to see a mowing-machine. You may think that + was queer. But you see, it was summer now. And down in the + valley Farmer Green was making hay as fast as ever he could. + Early and late there sounded far up the mountainside the + <i>click-clack-click-clack</i> of Farmer Green's + mowing-machine.</p> + + <p>When he first heard it Cuffy Bear had been very much + alarmed; and he had come running into the house in a great + fright. But his mother explained what the sound was. And after + that Cuffy had been very curious to see that wonderful machine, + which was pulled back and forth through the meadows by horses, + leaving behind it a broad path of grass which lay flat on the + ground.</p> + + <p>So that was the reason why Cuffy stole away from home. He + felt that he simply <i>must</i> see a mowing-machine. Nothing + but the sight of a mowing-machine would make him happy. He was + sure of that.</p> + + <p>Now, where Farmer Green's meadow met the forest, Cuffy + paused. He hid behind a tree and looked out over the field. The + <i>click-clack</i> sounded quite loud now. And from the other + side of the meadow Cuffy could see two horses coming towards + him. There was a man driving them. And Cuffy thought that they + must be drawing the mowing-machine. So he waited quietly. And + all the time the <i>click-clack-click-clack</i> grew louder + than ever. And pretty soon, as he peeped slyly around the tree, + Cuffy Bear saw the mowing-machine. It came delightfully close + to him, stopped, turned about, and moved away again toward the + opposite side of the field.</p> + + <p>Cuffy gave a great sigh of satisfaction. He had seen a + mowing-machine. He was glad that he had come down into the + valley. He was not the least bit sorry that he had disobeyed + his parents and stolen away from home.</p> + + <p>Yes, Cuffy was feeling very happy as he went prowling along + the border of the forest. He crept in and out of the bushes + that fringed the hay-field, and was having altogether a most + pleasant time; until all at once he stopped short. Cuffy's nose + sniffed the air for a moment, and the hairs on his back + bristled just like those on a dog when he is startled. Cuffy + had caught a strange odor in the air.</p> + + <p>At first he was frightened. But after he had sniffed the air + a few times he decided that whatever it was that he smelled, it + had a good, pleasant odor, and made him think of something to + eat.</p> + + <p>So Cuffy Bear began to nose about among the bushes. And + presently he discovered, hidden away beneath a clump of ferns, + a basket of delicious food. It was the haymakers' lunch that + Cuffy had found. And he lost no time. He began to eat as fast + as he could. Yes—I am very sorry to say that Cuffy + actually <i>gobbled</i> Farmer Green's lunch. And he was so + greedy that a strange thing happened to him.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XIV" + id="XIV"></a>XIV</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY LIKES BAKED BEANS</h3> + + <p>Cuffy Bear found many good things in Farmer Green's lunch + basket. He bolted all the bread-and-butter, and the doughnuts; + and he found the custard pie to be about as enjoyable as any + dainty he had ever tasted. And then, with his little black face + all smeared with streaks of yellow custard, Cuffy began to poke + a small iron pot which stood in one corner of the big basket. + Presently the pot tipped over, its cover fell off, and soon + Cuffy was devouring the daintiest dish of all! Baked beans! Of + course, he didn't know the name of those delicious, brown, + mealy kernels. But that made no difference at all to Cuffy. So + long as he liked what he was eating the name of it never + troubled him. The only thing that annoyed Cuffy now was that + the pot was not bigger. There were still a few beans which + clung to the bottom; and try as he would, Cuffy could not reach + them, even with his tongue.</p> + + <p>He was sitting on the ground, with the pot between his legs, + and his nose stuck into it as far as Cuffy could get it. But + still he could not reach those beans in the bottom. And pretty + soon Cuffy began to lose his temper. He stood up and gave a + good, hard push against the ground. And so he managed to + squeeze his nose a little further into the bean-pot. And now, + to his huge delight, he could just reach the bottom of the pot + with his long under-lip. In a twinkling Cuffy had all the beans + in his mouth. And he would have grinned—he felt so + happy—if his nose hadn't been wedged so tightly into the + pot that he couldn't even smile.</p> + + <p>Since there were no more beans to be had out of <i>that</i> + pot, Cuffy lifted his head. And to his great astonishment the + bean-pot came right up off the ground too, almost as if it were + alive. It startled Cuffy, until he saw that it was he who + lifted the pot, on his own nose.</p> + + <p>He seized the bean-pot and pulled. But his paws were so + greasy with butter that he couldn't get a good grip on it. The + pot still stuck on his nose as fast as ever.</p> + + <p>Cuffy grunted. He couldn't really have said anything, with + his mouth deep in the iron pot. So he just grunted in a pouting + sort of way; and then he gave the pot a sharp rap against a + rock. That hurt his nose. And this time he growled—as + well as he could. But all his grunting and growling didn't + frighten the bean-pot the slightest bit. There it stayed, + perched on his nose just as if it would never come off.</p> + + <p>All this time the mowing-machine kept up a + <i>click-clack-click-clack</i>! And Cuffy thought that he had + better get out of sight. So he plunged into the forest and + started toward home. He felt very uncomfortable, for he began + to wonder whether he would ever get rid of that troublesome + pot. What puzzled him most was this thought: How would he ever + be able to eat again, with that horrid thing over his nose? + Cuffy was very fond of riddles; but here was one that he did + not like at all.</p> + + <p>When he reached home his father and mother and Silkie all + laughed so hard at the sight of him that Cuffy began to + whimper. And a big tear rolled from each eye, ran down the + bean-pot, and dropped off the bottom of it.</p> + + <p>And then, with just one tug Mr. Bear pulled the bean-pot off + his son's nose; and Cuffy was himself again.</p> + + <p>He escaped a punishing, too, that time. And Mrs. Bear was + very glad to get such a nice iron pot. She had wanted one for a + long time.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XV" + id="XV"></a>XV</h3> + + <h3>HUNTING FOR A BEE-TREE</h3> + + <p>It was a very hot summer's day. Even up on Blue Mountain + Cuffy Bear felt the heat. And he wished that he might get rid + of his thick coat. But though Cuffy was beginning to believe + himself a very wise little bear, he could think of no way to + slip off his heavy black fur. So he sat down in the shade of a + big tree, where the breeze blew upon him, and tried to be as + cool as he could.</p> + + <p>Except when he was asleep it was not often that Cuffy was + still for so long. But now he sat motionless for some time, + with his bright red tongue hanging out of his mouth like a + dog's. Yes, he was quite still—all but his little, beady, + bright eyes. <i>They</i> kept moving about all the time. And + they saw many things, for something or other is always + happening in the forest.</p> + + <p>Cuffy saw a gray squirrel stick its head up from the crotch + of a tree nearby and peep at him. And he watched a wary old + crow as he rested high in a tree-top and cawed a greeting to + some of his friends who were flying past on their way to Farmer + Green's cornfield. And Cuffy noticed a bee as it lighted on a + wild-flower right in front of him and sucked the sweetness out + of it. But Cuffy didn't pay much attention to that. And since + he soon began to feel cooler he was just wondering what he + would do next when it occurred to him that several bees had + lighted upon the flowers near him, and that they had all flown + off <i>in the same direction</i>.</p> + + <p>All at once Cuffy forgot how hot and uncomfortable he had + been; for now he was wondering if those bees weren't all of + them flying home to make honey out of the sweet juices they had + drawn from the flowers. And if they were—and if he could + only follow them—then he would find the tree where they + lived and he could have all the honey he wanted to eat.</p> + + <p>So Cuffy followed on a little way in the direction in which + the bees had disappeared. And then he sat down again and waited + and watched very carefully.</p> + + <p>For a long time nothing happened. And Cuffy was just about + to give up his plan when a bee came buzzing past him and + lighted on a mulberry blossom right above his head. And when + the bee flew away, Cuffy followed him until he lost sight of + him. And then Cuffy sat down once more. Again he waited and + watched. And again, just as he was getting discouraged, another + bee flew past him and Cuffy jumped up and followed <i>him</i> + just as fast as he could.</p><a name="image004" + id="image004"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 466px;"> + <img src="images/image004.jpg" + width="466" + height="640" + alt="The Bees Were Right There Waiting for Cuffy" /> + <span class="caption">The Bees Were Right There + Waiting for Cuffy</span> + </div> + + <p>Cuffy Bear must have spent as much as two hours doing that + same thing over and over again. But he didn't mind that. In + fact, it didn't seem long to him, at all, because he kept + thinking of <i>honey</i> all the time, and it made a sort of + <i>game</i> of what he was doing. If he won the game, you know, + it meant that he was going to have something very nice for a + prize.</p> + + <p>And sure enough, finally one of the bees Cuffy was following + lighted on an old tree, and Cuffy saw him crawl into a hole in + a queer nest which hung from a limb, and vanish. And as Cuffy + stood there, looking up at the nest, he saw as many as seven + bees come out of that hole and fly away.</p> + + <p>Then Cuffy smiled all over his face, he felt so happy. At + last he had found a bee-tree. There was no doubt about it. The + time he had always wished for had come. He was going to have + all the honey he could eat.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XVI" + id="XVI"></a>XVI</h3> + + <h3>THE BEES STING CUFFY</h3> + + <p>As Cuffy Bear stood there on his hind legs looking up at the + nest in the old tree he saw so many bees come out and fly away + that he thought that there could not be any bees left at + home—at least, not more than a half-dozen. And Cuffy + didn't believe that six bees would trouble him. There was one + good thing in having a coat like his, he told himself: even if + it was warm in summer, it was so thick that he didn't see how a + bee could sting him through it.</p> + + <p>And with that, Cuffy started to climb the old tree. It took + him no time at all to hitch himself up the trunk. He shinned up + just as any little boy would climb a tree. And in less time + than it takes to tell it, Cuffy had reached the limb from which + the nest hung, and he had stuck his paw right through the side + of it.</p> + + <p>You remember that something is always happening in the + forest? Well—something happened now. Suddenly a terrible + roar came from inside the nest. It was a queer, far-off sort of + sound, and it made Cuffy think of the noise Swift River made, + where it tumbled over the falls. But Cuffy knew that there + could be no water-fall inside the nest. He wondered if there + was some strange animal in there.... And he drew back his paw + very quickly. And then there came pouring out of the nest a + perfect cloud of bees, every one of them buzzing as loud as + ever he could.</p> + + <p>Cuffy was startled at the sight. And he was more startled + when they flew right into his face and lighted on his nose and + began to sting.</p> + + <p>Cuffy roared with the pain. Yes—he gave such a great + roar that he couldn't hear the bees at all. But the bees didn't + seem to mind that. <i>They</i> weren't afraid. They just kept + on stinging. And they went for Cuffy's eyes, too. And some of + them even crawled down his ears. <i>That</i> was the worst of + all.</p> + + <p>Just for a few moments Cuffy slapped at the bees. And he + tried to brush them off his face. But as fast as he swept them + away from one spot they settled on another. And Cuffy felt + exactly as if somebody was sticking him with pins and needles. + He forgot all about taking any of the honey to eat. He only + wanted to get away from those bees. So he began to slide down + the tree.</p> + + <p>But Cuffy soon saw that the bees intended to go right along + with him. They seemed to have no idea at all of staying at + home, and as he scrambled down the tree Cuffy thought very + quickly. He hadn't put a paw on the ground before he knew what + he was going to do. Cuffy Bear ran straight for the brook that + goes tumbling down Blue Mountain to meet Swift River.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XVII" + id="XVII"></a>XVII</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY BEAR GOES SWIMMING</h3> + + <p>As Cuffy Bear tore through the forest, with the bees + clustering all about his head, he thought he never would reach + the brook. He was going straight for the deep pool, which he + had often visited in order to watch the speckled trout darting + about in the clear water.</p> + + <p>Now and then Cuffy paused in his mad rush, to bury his face + in the thick blanket of dead leaves that covered the ground. + But just as soon as he raised his head the bees would settle on + his face again. And Cuffy would rush off once more as fast as + he could go.</p> + + <p>At last he came to the brook. And he leaped right off the + big boulder that hung high over the pool and landed + <i>ker-splash!</i> right in the middle of it. How the water did + fly in all directions! And Cuffy went right down out of + sight.</p> + + <p>Of course, the bees wouldn't go down into the water too. + They knew they'd be drowned if they did. So they lingered in a + swarm above the water. They hovered there in the air and + waited. And when, after a moment, Cuffy's head came up out of + the pool, they swooped down and began to sting him again.</p> + + <p>Cuffy promptly ducked his head. And he swam under water to + the further side of the pool and came up once more. To his + surprise the bees were right there waiting for him. And he + ducked under again, and swam to the opposite side, near the big + boulder. And once more, when he came up to breathe, he found + the buzzing bees all ready to pounce upon his nose.</p> + + <p>So poor Cuffy had to keep pulling his head down into the + pool. He would keep it there just as long as he could hold his + breath; and then he would simply <i>have</i> to stick his nose + out of the water in order to draw some fresh air into his + lungs.</p> + + <p>It was not long before Cuffy became very tired from so much + swimming. So he found a shallow place where he could stand on + the bottom of the brook, with just enough water to cover him, + and where he could poke his nose out whenever he had to. And + just as often as his little black nose came up above the + surface of the pool the bees lighted on it and stung Cuffy + again.</p> + + <p>All the rest of the afternoon poor Cuffy had to stay there + in the water. For the bees did not leave him until sundown. And + then, when the last one had gone, Cuffy crawled out of the + brook and started toward home. His little round body and his + sturdy little legs were not warm now, as they had been when he + sat down beneath the tree to get cool. For the mountain brook + was ice-cold; and Cuffy felt quite numb from standing in it so + long. But cold as he was, his face felt like fire. And for some + reason, which Cuffy couldn't understand, he could hardly see to + pick his way through the shadows of the forest.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XVIII" + id="XVIII"></a>XVIII</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY FRIGHTENS HIS MOTHER</h3> + + <p>When Cuffy Bear reached home, after his adventure with the + bees, he found that his father and mother and his sister Silkie + were just sitting down to their evening meal. Cuffy didn't + speak to them as he came into the room where they were. He felt + too miserable to say a word, with his face aching and burning, + and a terrible smarting in his eyes. So he just stumbled inside + the room and tried to make himself as small as he could, so he + wouldn't be noticed.</p> + + <p>Cuffy's parents and his little sister all looked at the + little bear who had come into their house without even a knock. + And his father said, in a cross voice—</p> + + <p>"Go away, little bear. Where are your manners?"</p> + + <p>Cuffy didn't know what to make of that. He didn't know what + his father meant. So he just stood there and stared.</p> + + <p>"What do you want?" his father asked him. "Whose little bear + are you? And whatever is the matter with your face?"</p> + + <p>Actually, Cuffy's own father didn't know him. And neither + did his mother or his sister. You see, Cuffy's face was so + swollen from the bees' stings that his face did not look like a + little bear's face at all. His nose, instead of being smooth + and pointed, was one great lump. And he hadn't a sign of an + eye—just two slits.</p> + + <p>"What's the matter with you?" Mr. Bear asked again. "Are you + ill? Have you the black measles?"</p> + + <p>At that, Mrs. Bear rose hastily from the table and snatched + Silkie up from her high-chair and took her right out of the + room. The thought of black measles frightened Mrs. Bear. You + know, they are ever so much worse than <i>plain</i> measles. + And she was afraid Silkie would catch them.</p> + + <p>Well, poor Cuffy felt more miserable than ever. He saw that + his own family didn't know him. And he wondered what was going + to become of him. Then, when his father told him very sternly + to leave his house at once, Cuffy began to cry.</p> + + <p>"Oh! oh! oh!" he sobbed. "It's me—it's only me!" he + cried. That very morning, at breakfast, his father had told him + to say "It is I," instead of "It is <i>me</i>." But Cuffy + forgot all about that, now.</p> + + <p>"What! Are you my Cuffy?" his father exclaimed. For he knew + Cuffy at last. You see, the bees hadn't stung Cuffy's + <i>voice</i>. And in no time at all Cuffy was tucked into his + little bed and his mother was gently licking his poor, aching + face with her tongue. Among bears that is thought to be the + very best thing to do for bee-stings.</p> + + <p>After a while Cuffy stopped crying. And it was not long + before he had fallen asleep.</p> + + <p>But it was two days before Cuffy Bear felt really himself + again. And then his father went off into the forest with him + and Cuffy led the way to the bee-tree; for Mr. Bear knew enough + about bees so that he could take their honey away from them + without getting stung badly. He didn't mind just a <i>few</i> + stings, you know.</p> + + <p>Well—what do you think happened? When they came to the + old tree Mr. Bear took just one look at the nest into which + Cuffy had thrust his paw. And then he began to laugh, though he + was somewhat disappointed, as you will see.</p> + + <p>"Those aren't bees!" he told Cuffy. "That's a hornets' + nest!... We'd get no honey there."</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XIX" + id="XIX"></a>XIX</h3> + + <h3>THE LITTLE BEAR PETER</h3> + + <p>One day late in the summer Cuffy Bear went blackberrying. + And on his way home he stopped at the deep pool where the + hornets had chased him. He stayed there for a little while to + watch the speckled trout as their bright sides flashed out of + the depths of the clear water. As Cuffy stood on the big + boulder and looked down, he could see himself quite plainly, + reflected in the still surface of the water. He waved a paw. + And the little bear in the brook waved <i>his</i> paw too. Of + course Cuffy knew that it was himself he saw. But he pretended + for a time that it was some other little bear who was playing + with him. And he was having lots of fun.</p><a name="image005" + id="image005"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 469px;"> + <img src="images/image005.jpg" + width="469" + height="640" + alt="Cuffy Received a Slap on His Nose" /> + <span class="caption">Cuffy Received a Slap on His + Nose</span> + </div> + + <p>You see, Mr. Bear's family was the only bear family for + miles and miles around. And Cuffy often wished he had other + little boy-bears to play with. To be sure, he had his sister, + Silkie. But she was a girl, and younger than he was, + besides.</p> + + <p>Well! Cuffy danced a jig on the top of the big boulder. And + the little bear down below danced a jig, too. And Cuffy waved + his paw again at the little bear in the water. And once more + the little bear in the water waved a paw at <i>him</i>. It was + great sport. And then Cuffy happened to look up.</p> + + <p>To his great surprise, there stood a little bear on the + other bank of the brook, right opposite. Cuffy was astonished. + The other little bear and the little bear in the brook looked + as much alike as two peas. Cuffy had never known that he could + see a picture of himself by looking anywhere except into water. + It was very strange, he thought. He waved a paw. And the little + bear on the other bank waved <i>his</i> paw. Cuffy kicked up + one of his hind legs. And the other little bear kicked up, + too.</p> + + <p>Cuffy was puzzled. Was it really himself he was looking at? + He nodded his head. And the other little bear nodded <i>his</i> + head.</p> + + <p>Then Cuffy tried something else. He stared very hard at the + little bear opposite him, and called "Hello!"</p> + + <p>"Hello, yerself!" the other little bear said. And then Cuffy + knew that it was a real, live boy-bear over there, and not just + a reflection of himself. Cuffy was so delighted that he jumped + down off the boulder and splashed through the brook, he was in + such a hurry to get over there where the strange bear + stood.</p> + + <p>"What's yer name?" the strange bear asked.</p> + + <p>Cuffy told him. And he learned that the strange bear's name + was Peter, and that he lived around on the other side of Blue + Mountain, as many as ten miles away.</p> + + <p>"Aw—call me <i>Pete</i>," the new bear said, as Cuffy + began to talk to him. "They all calls me Pete." He stuffed his + front paws into the pockets of his ragged trousers. "Say, + Cuff—what was yer doin' up on that rock?"</p> + + <p>"Playing!" Cuffy told him.</p> + + <p>Pete gave a grunt. "That's no way ter play," he said. "I'll + show yer how ter have fun. Watch me!" He led the way to the + bank. And sitting down, he slid and rolled all the way down the + steep slope and landed <i>plump!</i> in the deep pool.</p> + + <p>Now, Cuffy was not going to have Pete think that he couldn't + do that, too. Although he was wearing his best trousers that + day (for his mother was mending his every-day pair), Cuffy sat + down on the top of the bank. And in another moment he had slid + and slipped down the bank and landed <i>ker-splash!</i> in the + water.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XX" + id="XX"></a>XX</h3> + + <h3>LEARNING TO BOX</h3> + + <p>For some time Cuffy Bear and his new friend Pete, as he + preferred to be called, continued to slide down the bank of the + brook into the water. They became plastered with mud from head + to foot. And Cuffy's best trousers had two big holes in them. + But Cuffy was having a splendid time.</p> + + <p>"Let's box, Cuff!" Pete exclaimed, after a while.</p> + + <p>"What's that?" Cuffy asked. He liked to be called "Cuff." + Nobody had ever called him by that name before. He felt quite + grown up.</p> + + <p>"I'll show yer," Pete said. "Stand up in front of me."</p> + + <p>Cuffy stood up on his hind legs.</p> + + <p>"Now, hold up yer paws—so."</p> + + <p>And Cuffy did as he was told.</p> + + <p>"Now hit me!" Pete ordered.</p> + + <p>And Cuffy struck out at his new friend. But to his surprise + he didn't succeed in touching Pete at all. Instead, he received + a stinging slap right on the end of his nose.</p> + + <p>Cuffy didn't like that. In fact, it made him somewhat angry. + And he struck out at Pete once more. But Pete dodged; and he + gave Cuffy a good, hard blow in the eye. And while Cuffy was + holding onto his poor eye, Pete hit his other eye. And then + Cuffy couldn't see a thing, except bright spots that made him + think of stars. He tried not to cry. But a few tears + <i>would</i> go rolling down his cheeks. And he did not like it + at all when Pete began to laugh.</p> + + <p>"Huh! Don't be a cry-baby!" Pete said. "Yer want ter learn + ter box, don't yer?"</p> + + <p>"Y-es!" Cuffy answered.</p> + + <p>"Well—quit yer cryin' and stand up here, then," Pete + commanded.</p> + + <p>So once more Cuffy straightened up and held his paws in + front of him. And when he thought Pete wasn't watching, Cuffy + tried again to hit him. Again Cuffy missed. His paw didn't + reach Pete at all. But Pete gave him a terrible poke right in + the stomach, and Cuffy sat down quickly on the ground and began + to groan.</p> + + <p>Pete sat down on the ground too and he looked at Cuffy and + grinned.</p> + + <p>"Want any more?" he asked.</p> + + <p>Cuffy shook his head.</p> + + <p>"I'll have to go home now," he said. "Of course, I'd like to + box some more; but I haven't time to-day."</p> + + <p>"First lesson's over, then," Pete announced. "Come back + termorrer and I'll give yer another."</p> + + <p>"How long will it be before I learn to box well?" Cuffy + inquired.</p> + + <p>"You might learn next time," Pete said, "Better try it, + anyhow," he advised.</p> + + <p>"All right!" Cuffy said. He hoped that another time he would + be able to show Pete how it felt to be pounded. "All + right—I'll be here at the same time to-morrow."</p> + + <p>So Pete trotted off spryly in one direction; and Cuffy + trotted off in another, but not quite so spryly, for his head + ached and one of his eyes was closed tight.</p> + + <p>"Mercy sakes!" Mrs. Bear said, when Cuffy came into the + house. "Look at those trousers!"</p> + + <p>Cuffy looked at them as well as he could with his one good + eye.</p> + + <p>"And you're <i>covered</i> with mud!" his mother added + severely. "What's the matter with your eye?" she demanded.</p> + + <p>"I've been having fun—" Cuffy began. "I've been + boxing—"</p> + + <p>"Fun! Boxing! You've <i>ruined</i> your best trousers," she + said. "You're a naughty little bear and you're going straight + to bed. Who has been playing with you?" she asked.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Bear was very much displeased when she learned about + Cuffy's new friend. "I know who he is," she said. "His people + are very rough. They're not nice bears at all. And I forbid you + aver to play with that Peter again."</p> + + <p>So Cuffy had to go to bed. And the next day when Pete + arrived at the pool he found no Cuffy there. For some time he + waited. But still there was no Cuffy.</p> + + <p>"Huh!" Pete grunted, as he went away at last. "He's afraid, + he is. And it's a good thing for him he didn't come back. If he + had, I'd 'a' fixed him. Yes, sir! I'd—" Whatever it was + that Peter would have done to Cuffy, I am sure it wouldn't have + been at all pleasant, because the rough little bear Peter + scowled frightfully as he trotted off.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XXI" + id="XXI"></a>XXI</h3> + + <h3>THE FOREST FIRE</h3> + + <p>It was quite late in the fall. And Blue Mountain looked very + different from the way it had looked all summer. The leaves had + turned to brown and yellow and scarlet, except where there were + clumps of fir-trees, as there were around Mr. Bear's house. + Indeed, Blue Mountain looked almost as if it were all aflame, + so bright were the autumn colors. Mr. Bear remarked as much to + Mrs. Bear one day.</p> + + <p>"For goodness' sake, don't say that!" she exclaimed. "Don't + mention fire to me. The very thought of it makes me nervous. + Everything's <i>so</i> dry! I shall be glad when it rains + again."</p> + + <p>"It <i>is</i> dry," Mr. Bear agreed. "But don't worry. It's + like this every fall." And he went slowly down the + mountain.</p> + + <p>Cuffy and Silkie were playing together that morning. Cuffy + was teaching Silkie to box, though, to be sure, he knew very + little about boxing. But he found it easy to tap Silkie on the + nose. And he had tapped her so hard that Mrs. Bear heard a + sound very much like quarreling; and she came to the door to + see what was the trouble.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Bear was just going to call to her children, when she + noticed a peculiar odor in the air. And she stood quite still, + and sniffed, just as Cuffy had when he smelled the haymakers' + lunch. You remember that the more Cuffy sniffed, the less + alarmed he had been. But it was different with Mrs. Bear. The + longer she stood there, with her nose twitching, and snuffing + up the air, the more uneasy she became. And pretty soon she saw + something that gave her a great start.</p> + + <p>It was something white that Mrs. Bear saw, and it hung over + the tree-tops; and where the wind had caught it it was spun out + thin, like a veil.</p> + + <p>It was exactly what Mrs. Bear had feared—it was smoke! + The forest was afire! And Mrs. Bear was very much alarmed. She + sent Cuffy and Silkie into the house, because she wanted to be + sure that they wouldn't wander off into the woods. And then + their mother stood in the doorway and watched. She was looking + for Mr. Bear. While she waited there the smoke kept rising more + and more until there were great clouds of it; and at last Mrs. + Bear could see red flames licking up to the tops of the + trees.</p> + + <p>Several deer came bounding past, and a great number of + rabbits and squirrels. And then followed other animals that + couldn't run so fast—such as raccoons, and skunks, and + woodchucks. Not for years had Mrs. Bear seen so many of the + forest-people—and they were all so frightened, and in + such a hurry to get away from the fire, that not one of them + noticed Mrs. Bear as she stood in her doorway.</p> + + <p>"Where are they going, Mother?" It was Cuffy who asked the + question. He had crept up behind his mother and had been + looking at the strange sight for some time.</p> + + <p>"They're going over to the lake, on the other side of the + mountain," Mrs. Bear said.</p> + + <p>"Are they going fishing?" Cuffy inquired.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Bear shook her head. And then Cuffy squeezed past her + and saw what was happening.</p> + + <p>"Oh-h, hurrah! hurrah!" he shouted.</p> + + <p>His mother looked at him in astonishment.</p> + + <p>"It's father's birthday!" he cried. You remember that + Cuffy's mother had told him that Mr. Bear was born on the day + of a great forest fire, and that he never had a birthday except + when the woods caught fire again. "Now maybe father will bring + home another little pig for a feast!" Cuffy said hopefully.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XXII" + id="XXII"></a>XXII</h3> + + <h3>THE RAIN COMES</h3> + + <p>Cuffy Bear was disappointed. For when at last his father + came galloping up to his house he brought no pig with him. + Indeed he seemed to have forgotten that it was his + birthday.</p> + + <p>"Get the children!" he shouted to Mrs. Bear, as soon as he + came in sight. And pretty soon Cuffy and Silkie and their + father and mother were hurrying along on their way to the lake + that lay on the other side of the mountain.</p> + + <p>Cuffy was delighted. He thought that perhaps he would see + the naughty little bear Peter again; for he remembered that + Peter lived around the mountain, right where they were + going.</p> + + <p>They had travelled several miles when Mr. Bear stopped + suddenly. And he said, "Hah!" And he looked up at the sky. + Something had hit him right in the eye. You might think that + Mr. Bear was angry. But no! He was very glad. For it was a drop + of rain that had fallen upon him. And in a few minutes there + were countless drops pattering down. Yes, soon it was raining + hard. And to Cuffy's great disappointment they all started + homewards again, for Mr. Bear knew that the rain would soon put + the fire out.</p> + + <p>Mr. Bear had known all the time that his house wouldn't + burn; for it was made of rock, and went straight into the side + of the mountain. But he knew that if the woods all around + caught fire it would be several days before they could go out + and get anything to eat, or even a drink of water. And that was + why he had started to lead his family away.</p> + + <p>When they were back in their house once more Cuffy could + think of only one thing that would make up for his not having + seen the small bear Peter again. And he climbed up on his + father's knees and said—</p> + + <p>"Will you go and get a little pig, Father?"</p> + + <p>"A <i>pig</i>?" Mr. Bear exclaimed. "Well, now—why on + earth do you want a pig? What would you do with a pig?"</p> + + <p>"I'd eat it," Cuffy answered promptly. "It's your birthday, + you know. And we ought to have a pig so we can have a real + feast."</p> + + <p>Mr. Bear smiled. And pretty soon he went out of the house. + He was gone a long time. But at last he came back again, fairly + staggering beneath the load that he carried.</p> + + <p>When Cuffy saw what his father dropped down onto the floor + he hopped up and down in his delight. There was no pig there, + but Cuffy didn't mind that. For Mr. Bear had brought home four + rabbits, and four squirrels, and four porcupines, and four + raccoons. And Cuffy ate and ate until his skin grew so tight + that he was afraid it would burst. He ate all of one rabbit, + and one squirrel, and one raccoon. But he never touched his + porcupine at all. It made him think of the time he had tried to + kill a porcupine himself, and had got his paws stuck full of + quills. But he had a real feast, just the same.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="XXIII" + id="XXIII"></a>XXIII</h3> + + <h3>CUFFY BEAR GROWS SLEEPY</h3> + + <p>Far up Blue Mountain, and down in the valley too, the leaves + had long ago fallen off the trees. And for some time the ground + had been white with snow; for winter had come again. And Cuffy + Bear's sister Silkie had had a birthday-party the very first + day it snowed. Cuffy and Silkie shouted with glee each morning + now, when they went out of doors, where the earth was covered + with a snow-blanket. And they played and played and had just as + good a time as little boys and girls have when winter comes. As + they scampered about in the door-yard their feet left tracks + that looked exactly like the foot-prints of barefooted girls + and boys. They played tag, and hide-and-seek, and turned + somersaults. And one day, when Mrs. Bear called them into the + house, they ate, each of them, several quarts of chestnuts + which Mr. Bear had gathered and brought home. In fact, before + Mrs. Bear knew it they had eaten a great many more chestnuts + than were good for them. And Cuffy, who had eaten the most, + soon began to have a pain in his stomach.</p> + + <p>"That's what you get for being greedy," his mother told + him.</p> + + <p>"I didn't eat many chestnuts," Cuffy said.</p> + + <p>Mrs. Bear pointed to the floor.</p> + + <p>"What do you call those?" she asked.</p> + + <p>"Chestnut-shells," Cuffy replied, hanging his head. There + was a great heap of shells on the floor where Cuffy had + sat.</p> + + <p>"Pick them all up—every one of them," his mother + ordered. "And when you have finished you may take a + nap—both of you."</p> + + <p>Cuffy yawned.</p> + + <p>"What do you say?" Mrs. Bear asked severely.</p> + + <p>"Excuse me!" Cuffy said hastily.</p> + + <p>"That's better!" said Mrs. Bear. "Now do as I say. You'll be + asleep before you know it. And I don't intend to have those + chestnut shells lying on the floor all winter."</p> + + <p>You may think that that was a queer thing for Mrs. Bear to + say. But when you see what happened, you'll understand what + Mrs. Bear meant.</p> + + <p>As Cuffy and Silkie sat down on the floor and began + gathering up the chestnut-shells they both yawned and yawned. + And since Mrs. Bear had left the room they didn't bother to say + "Excuse me!" They were <i>so</i> sleepy! And before little + Silkie had finished picking up her shells she just rolled + herself up into a round ball and fell fast asleep. As for + Cuffy, being a little older, he managed to stay awake just long + enough to get the floor all nice and clean. And then <i>he</i> + rolled himself into a ball and <i>he</i> went to sleep, right + there on the floor.</p> + + <p>So Mrs. Bear found them when she came back into the room. + She smiled as she saw them. And picking up first one and then + the other she carried them into their little bed-chamber and + put them down gently and covered them over with leaves, so they + would be snug and warm. Yes, Mrs. Bear wanted her children to + be warm, for she knew that they would not wake up again until + spring. She had noticed for several days that Cuffy and Silkie + were growing sleepy. And to tell the truth, Mrs. Bear was + becoming sleepy herself. That very night she and Mr. Bear went + to bed a whole hour earlier than usual. And the next day they + never minded at all how cold it grew outside or how much the + wind howled. For not one of Mr. Bear's family waked up at all! + They just slept and slept and slept, the whole winter long.</p> + + <p>THE END</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + <h3><a name="A_WORD_TO_GROWN_UPS" + id="A_WORD_TO_GROWN_UPS"></a>A WORD TO GROWN UPS</h3> + + <p>To you;—parents, guardians, teachers and all others + upon whom devolves the supremely important responsibility of + directing the early years of development of childhood, this + series of TUCK-ME-IN TALES which sketch such vivid and + delightful scenes of the vibrant life of meadow and woodland + should have tremendous appeal. In this collection of stories + you will find precisely the sort of healthy, imaginative + entertainment that is an essential in stimulating thought-germs + in the child mind.</p> + + <p>Merely from the standpoint of their desirability for helping + the growing tot to pass an idle half hour, any one of these + volumes would be worth your while. But the author had something + further than that in mind. He has, with simplicity and grace, + worthy of high commendation, sought to convey a two-fold lesson + throughout the entire series, the first based upon natural + history and the second upon the elementary principles of living + which should be made clear to every child at the earliest age + of understanding.</p> + + <p>The first of these aims he has accomplished by adapting + every one of his bird characters to its living counterpart in + the realm of biology. The child learns very definite truths + about which the story is woven; learns in such a fascinating + manner that he will not quickly forget, and is brought into + such pleasant intimacy that his immediate sympathy is + aroused.</p> + + <p>The author accomplishes the purpose of driving home simple + lessons on good conduct by attributing the many of the same + traits of character to his feathered heroes and heroines that + are to be found wherever the human race made its habitation. + The praise-worthy qualities of courage, love, unselfishness, + truth, industry, and humility are portrayed in the dealings of + the field and forest folk and the consequential reward of these + virtues is clearly shown; he also reveals the unhappy results + of greed, jealousy, trickery and other character weaknesses. + The effect is to impress indelibly upon the imagination of the + child that certain deeds are their own desirable reward while + certain others are much better left undone.</p> + + <p>If any further recommendation is necessary, would it not be + well to resort to the court of final appeal, the child himself? + Simply purchase a trial copy from your bookseller with the + understanding that if it meets with the disapproval of the + little man or woman for whom it is intended, he will accept its + return.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN</h3> + + <p>Of course, there is a time when Jolly Robin is only a + nestling. Then one day, after he tumbles out of the apple tree + and falls squawking and fluttering to the ground, he takes his + first lesson in flying. So pleased is Jolly to know that he can + actually sail through the air on his wings, that he goes out + into the wide, wide world to shift for himself. One day, after + advising with Jimmy Rabbit, he decides to become general + laugh-maker to the inhabitants of Pleasant Valley, and he + becomes one of Mother Nature's happiest little feathered folk, + going about trying to make things a bit better in the world. + True, he falls into many blunders and has many strange + experiences, but his intentions are always the best, + remember.</p> + + <p>Slyly tucked away in this story of Jolly Robin and of his + adventures, is much bird lore and philosophy,—both + instructive and entertaining.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF BETSY BUTTERFLY</h3> + + <p>Betsy Butterfly is the owner of a pair of such beautifully + colored wings and her sweet disposition matches them so + perfectly that it is a very common occurrence to hear one of + the tiny dwellers in Farmer Green's meadow remark: "Why, the + sun just has to smile on her!" Of course, any lady so gifted is + bound to have many admirers and Betsy is no exception. But + there are a few of her acquaintances who cannot keep from + showing their jealousy of her popularity and these try in + various unkind ways to make her disliked. The story of how she + politely overlooks these rude attempts, in that way causing + herself to be all the more thought of, is the best sort of + example to any human girl or boy who wishes to know how to be + sure of making friends. You will find that Betsy is a great + girl for giving parties and perhaps she will give you a few + valuable ideas that will be useful sometime when you have a + party of your own.</p><br /> + + + <h3>BUSTER BUMBLEBEE</h3> + + <p>Buster's intentions are all very good, but he is so awkward + and stupid that he constantly stumbles into trouble, thereby + causing his acquaintances much unnecessary discomfiture and + himself no end of embarrassment. He is, furthermore, a terrific + boaster, as you will learn when you read of his many + declarations of the pummeling he would give the ferocious + Robber Fly, if ever he chanced to meet that devouring assassin. + What Buster actually does when the unexpected encounter takes + place will afford you a good laugh at his expense, and, + finally, after you have romped and dallied with him through his + many happy excursions you will close the book with a feeling + that it has done you good to have known him, lazy and + blundering though he is, for he is indeed the best natured + fellow, and he is so anxious to buzz into everything that + attracts his attention that you find you have learned a great + many things you never before dreamed of about the tiny + creatures of the fields.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF FREDDIE FIREFLY</h3> + + <p>Freddie Firefly is most anxious to lighten the cares of his + friends in Pleasant Valley for he is a most unselfish fellow + and enjoys nothing more than seeing other people as happy as + he. He has one grave fault, however, that prevents him from + being a very great help, and that is his inability to remain + long in one place. He is so full of spry gaiety that he never + can be quite content unless he is dancing with his relatives in + the hollow near the swamp or darting about Farmer Green's lawn. + His friends often give him advice as to how he may use the + wonderful light which he always carries with him, and finally + Mrs. Ladybug tells him he should go to the railroad and work as + a signal-man for the trains. You will hold your breath as you + read about the exciting adventure that follows this suggestion, + and you will no doubt agree with those to whom he later tells + it that he is a very lucky Freddie to escape.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF RUSTY WREN</h3> + + <p>Rusty Wren is another little neighbor in Pleasant Valley. + His particular home there is Farmer Green's yard where he lives + in a bright shiny home which is really a tin can with a hole in + it! And dear me! I forgot all about Rusty Wren's + family—his wife and six baby children who had to be given + Wren food by Rusty and little Chippy, Jr. You will laugh + heartily when you read about Chippy growing so big and fat that + he gets stuck in Rusty's tiny doorway and can't get pulled out. + My, what an exciting time it was! And you will laugh again when + you watch Rusty Wren go 'way over to the bank of Black Creek + all ready for a party when there really is no party. Yes, you + will agree with Farmer Green's boy and the rest of our friends + in Pleasant Valley that Rusty certainly is a very interesting + little neighbor.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF DADDY LONG-LEGS</h3> + + <p>Daddy is a person of such unusual appearance with his eight + scrawny legs in contrast to ordinary people's two, and + everything about his private life is such a mystery to his + neighbors that his acquaintances give him credit for having a + marvelous ability to look into the future. In fact, there are + many two-legged humans, even to-day, who think he is a sort of + soothsayer and mystery man. Perhaps, if you are one of these, + you will be inclined to change your mind after reading about + his contest with Old Mr. Crow to see which is really the wiser + of the two. And would you not naturally suppose that anybody + with so many legs to carry him would be the champion walker of + the world? Maybe Daddy finds that it takes time to decide which + of his feet he should put forward in taking the next step, or + may be each separate foot has a notion of its own as to the + direction Daddy should choose; at any rate, he proves to be the + slowest traveler imaginable. But he is so popular among his + neighbors and you will like him too—he has so many quaint + ideas.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF KIDDIE KATYDID</h3> + + <p>Kiddy Katydid and his relatives were in possession of a + secret that none of the Pleasant Valley folk can solve, though + they waste much time and energy trying to guess it. Even to + this day it is doubtful if anyone other than Kiddie himself + really knows what Katy did! But his friends are a curious lot + and they work their brains over-time to think of some scheme to + make Kiddie tell. If you want to know what they do accidentally + discover about Kiddie himself and how excited every body + becomes as the rare news spreads from mouth to mouth, you will + find that and many other remarkable things about him in this + interesting story of his life in the Maple tree that grows in + Farmer Green's yard. You will like Kiddie. He is very modest + and retiring—behaving very much as any well raised + youngster should, and when you understand just how it happens + that he keeps repeating that funny remark about Katy, you can + join him in the hearty laugh he has on his friends.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF OLD MR. CROW</h3> + + <p>Mr. Crow has a very solemn look—unless you regard him + closely. But it is a very sly, knowing look, if you take pains + to stare boldly into his eyes. Like many human beings, he is + fond of clothes, and he particularly likes gay ones, but + perhaps that is because he is so black himself. Anyhow, so long + as he can wear a bright red coat and a yellow necktie—or + a bright red necktie and a yellow coat—he is generally + quite happy. One fall Mr. Crow decides to stay in Pleasant + Valley during the winter, instead of going South, and he + remembers all at once that he will need some warm clothing. + Now, Mr. Frog, the tailor, and Jimmy Rabbit, the shoemaker, + know just how to talk to Mr. Crow to sell their merchandise, + playing upon his vanity to buy the latest, and even to "set the + styles," but they have to be pretty keen and sly to get the + best of Mr. Crow in the end. Mr. Crow has his good points as + well as his bad ones, and he helps Farmer Green a lot more than + he injures him it is said. Nevertheless, Farmer Green does not + figure that way,—and in justice to old "Jim Crow," you + should read of his adventures for yourself.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF SOLOMON OWL</h3> + + <p>All the folks down in Pleasant Valley know Solomon Owl. + Well, it's this way. If you hear Solomon Owl on a dark night + when his "Wha-Wha! Whoo-ah!" sends a chill 'way up your spine, + and if you see him you can never forget him, either. He has + great, big, staring eyes that make you feel queer when you look + at his pale face. No, sir, little folks like Mr. Frog, the + tailor, certainly don't like to have any visits from Solomon + Owl when Solomon has a fine appetite. To be sure, Farmer Green + isn't happy when Solomon steals some of his fine chickens, and + neither are the chickens for that matter. But Solomon doesn't + have all the fun on some one else. Oh no! Reddy Woodpecker + knows how to tease him by tapping with his bill on Solomon's + wooden house in the daytime, when every owl likes to sleep and + dream of all the nice frogs and fat chickens they are going to + feast on the next night, and then, out comes Solomon all + blinking with his big, black eyes. But this wise owl, who + really isn't as wise as he looks, you know, finds a good way to + fool Reddy and the rest of the folks who like to annoy him, and + lives his own happy life.</p><br /> + + + <h3>THE TALE OF JASPER JAY</h3> + + <p>Jasper Jay really is a good sort of a fellow even though he + does make a dreadful racket when he is around; but that is his + way of talking. He just likes to tease for the fun of teasing + and so naturally he gets into lots of scraps and seems bound to + get into more. Of course, lots of folks in Pleasant Valley + don't like him because he plays tricks and pranks on them and + makes them feel all ruffled up. Why, he even thinks he can + spoil the Singing Society, but do you know, the Society fools + Jasper himself. And that time Jimmy Rabbit teaches Jasper Jay + some manners down by the cedar tree—the poor jay stays + there until his feet are frozen in the water before he finds + out—well—you may discover for yourself what happens + next.</p> + <hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <p> </p> + <h3>ILLUSTRATIONS FROM OTHER SLEEPY-TIME TALES</h3> + <h4>by</h4> + <h3>ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</h3> + <p> </p> + <a name="image006" + id="image006"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 622px;"> + <img src="images/image006.jpg" + width="622" + height="475" + alt="End Page 1" /> + </div> + + <p class="center"><a href="images/006big.jpg">Link to larger + illustrations.</a></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + <a name="image007" + id="image007"></a> + + <div class="figcenter" + style="width: 618px;"> + <img src="images/image007.jpg" + width="618" + height="475" + alt="End Page 2" /> + </div> + + <p class="center"><a href="images/007big.jpg">Link to larger + illustrations.</a></p> +<p> </p> +<hr class="full" /> +<p>***END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF CUFFY BEAR***</p> +<p>******* This file should be named 15528-h.txt or 15528-h.zip *******</p> +<p>This and all associated files of various formats will be found in:<br /> +<a href="https://www.gutenberg.org/dirs/1/5/5/2/15528">https://www.gutenberg.org/1/5/5/2/15528</a></p> +<p>Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed.</p> + +<p>Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. 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