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Burgess + +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 www.gutenberg.org + + +Title: The Adventures of Buster Bear + +Author: Thornton W. Burgess + +Illustrator: Harrison Cady + +Release Date: September 30, 2007 [EBook #22816] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF BUSTER BEAR *** + + + + +Produced by Mark C. Orton, Thomas Strong, Linda McKeown +and the Online Distributed Proofreading Team at +http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + + + +<p class="center"><a name="image-1" id="image-1"><!-- Image 1 --></a> +<img src="images/covers.jpg" height="480" width="308" alt="Book Cover" /></p><span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> +<p class="image"><a name="book" id="book" href="images/coverx.jpg" class="image"> +View larger image</a></p> + + + +<hr /> + + +<h4>BURGESS <span class="smcap u">Trade</span> QUADDIES <span class="smcap u">Mark</span></h4> + +<h5>The Bedtime Story-Books</h5> + +<hr /> + +<h1 class="space">THE ADVENTURES OF<br /> +BUSTER BEAR</h1> +<br /> +<h3>BY</h3> +<br /> +<h2>THORNTON W. BURGESS</h2> + +<h5>Author of "The Adventures of Reddy Fox," "Old Mother<br /> +West Wind," "Mother West Wind 'Why' Stories," etc.</h5> +<br /> +<h5><i>With Illustrations by</i></h5> +<h4><i>HARRISON CADY</i></h4><br /> + +<p class="center"><a name="image-3" id="image-3"><!-- Image 3 --></a> +<img src="images/deco-003s.jpg" height="142" width="100" alt="Deco Art" /></p> + + + +<br /> + +<h4>BOSTON<br /> +LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY<br /> +1920</h4> + +<hr /> + + +<p class="center"><i>Copyright, 1916</i>,<br /> +<span class="smcap">By Little, Brown, and Company.</span><br /> +<i>All rights reserved</i></p> + +<hr /> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="EYES" id="EYES"></a><!-- Image 2 --> +<img src="images/frontiss.jpg" class="jpg" height="528" width="400" alt="Buster blinked his greedy little eyes rapidly and looked again" +title="Buster blinked his greedy little eyes rapidly and looked again" /> +<span class="image"><a name="blinked" id="blinked" href="images/frontisx.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>Buster blinked his greedy little eyes rapidly and<br />looked again. <i>Frontispiece.</i></strong><br /></p> + + +<hr /> + + +<a name="toc" id="toc"></a> +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_v" id="Page_v">[Pg v]</a></span>CONTENTS</h2> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="Table of Contents" style="width: 80%;"> +<tr> +<td align='right' style="width: 10%;"><span class="smcap">Chapter</span></td> +<td align='left' style="width: 80%;"> </td> +<td align='right' style="width: 10%;"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>I.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Goes Fishing</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FISHING">1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>II.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Little Joe Otter Gets Even With Buster Bear</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#LITTLE_JOE">7</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>III.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Is Greatly Puzzled</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#PUZZLED">12</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>IV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Little Joe Otter Supplies Buster +Bear with a Breakfast</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#BREAKFAST">17</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>V.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Grandfather Frog's Common-sense</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#COMMON">22</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>VI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Little Joe Otter Takes Grandfather +Frog's Advice</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#ADVICE">27</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>VII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Farmer Brown's Boy Has No +Luck at All</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#LUCK">33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>VIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Farmer Brown's Boy Feels His +Hair Rise</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#HAIR">38</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>IX.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Little Joe Otter Has Great +News to Tell</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#NEWS">43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>X.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Becomes a Hero</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#HERO">48</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Blacky the Crow Tells His +Plan</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#PLAN">53</a></td></tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Farmer Brown's Boy and Buster +Bear Grow Curious</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#CURIOUS">58</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Farmer Brown's Boy and Buster +Bear Meet</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#BOY">63</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XIV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">A Surprising Thing Happens</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#SURPRISE">68</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XV.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Is a Fallen Hero</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FALLEN">73</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XVI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Chatterer the Red Squirrel +Jumps for His Life</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#RED">78</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XVII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Goes Berrying</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#GOES">83</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XVIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Somebody Else Goes Berrying</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#ELSE">88</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XIX.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Has a Fine Time</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FINE">93</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XX.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Carries Off the +Pail of Farmer Brown's Boy</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#CARRIES">99</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XXI.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Sammy Jay Makes Things Worse +for Buster Bear</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#JAY">104</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XXII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear Has a Fit of Temper</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FIT">110</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td align='right'>XXIII.</td> +<td><span class="smcap">Farmer Brown's Boy Lunches +On Berries</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#LUNCH">115</a></td> +</tr> +</table></div> + +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vi" id="Page_vi">[Pg vi]</a></span> + +<hr /> + + +<a name="Illus" id="Illus"></a> +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_vii" id="Page_vii">[Pg vii]</a></span>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + +<div class="centered"> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary="List of Illustrations" style="width: 80%;"> +<tr> +<td align='left' style="width: 90%;"><span class="smcap"> </span></td> +<td align='right' style="width: 10%;"><span class="smcap">Page</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Blinked His Greedy Little +Eyes Rapidly and Looked Again</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#EYES"><i>Frontispiece</i></a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">"Here's your trout, Mr. Otter," +said he</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#TROUT">5</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">"You take my advice, Little Joe +Otter," continued Grandfather Frog</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FROG">26</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Reddy glared across the Smiling +Pool at Peter</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#POOL">45</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Buster Bear was running away too</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#RUN">71</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> +<td><span class="smcap">Those who could fly, flew. Those +who could climb, climbed</span></td> +<td align='right'><a href="#FLEW">112</a></td> +</tr> +</table></div> +<hr /> + +<h1 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[Pg 1]</a></span><a name="FISHING" id="FISHING">THE ADVENTURES<br /> +OF BUSTER BEAR</a></h1> + +<h2 class="space">I</h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR GOES FISHING</h3> + +<p>Buster Bear yawned as he lay +on his comfortable bed of leaves +and watched the first early morning +sunbeams creeping through the +Green Forest to chase out the Black +Shadows. Once more he yawned, and +slowly got to his feet and shook himself. +Then he walked over to a big pine-tree, +stood up on his hind legs, reached as +high up on the trunk of the tree as he +could, and scratched the bark with his +great claws. After that he yawned until +it seemed as if his jaws would crack,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[Pg 2]</a></span> +and then sat down to think what he +wanted for breakfast.</p> + +<p>While he sat there, trying to make up +his mind what would taste best, he was +listening to the sounds that told of the +waking of all the little people who live +in the Green Forest. He heard Sammy +Jay way off in the distance screaming, +"Thief! Thief!" and grinned. "I +wonder," thought Buster, "if some one +has stolen Sammy's breakfast, or if he +has stolen the breakfast of some one +else. Probably he is the thief himself."</p> + +<p>He heard Chatterer the Red Squirrel +scolding as fast as he could make his +tongue go and working himself into a +terrible rage. "Must be that Chatterer +got out of bed the wrong way this morning," +thought he.</p> + +<p>He heard Blacky the Crow cawing at +the top of his lungs, and he knew by +the sound that Blacky was getting into<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_3" id="Page_3">[Pg 3]</a></span> +mischief of some kind. He heard the +sweet voices of happy little singers, and +they were good to hear. But most of +all he listened to a merry, low, silvery +laugh that never stopped but went on +and on, until he just felt as if he must +laugh too. It was the voice of the +Laughing Brook. And as Buster listened +it suddenly came to him just what +he wanted for breakfast.</p> + +<p>"I'm going fishing," said he in his +deep grumbly-rumbly voice to no one +in particular. "Yes, Sir, I'm going +fishing. I want some fat trout for my +breakfast."</p> + +<p>He shuffled along over to the Laughing +Brook, and straight to a little pool +of which he knew, and as he drew near +he took the greatest care not to make +the teeniest, weeniest bit of noise. Now +it just happened that early as he was, +some one was before Buster Bear.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[Pg 4]</a></span> +When he came in sight of the little pool, +who should he see but another fisherman +there, who had already caught a +fine fat trout. Who was it? Why, +Little Joe Otter to be sure. He was +just climbing up the bank with the fat +trout in his mouth. Buster Bear's own +mouth watered as he saw it. Little Joe +sat down on the bank and prepared to +enjoy his breakfast. He hadn't seen +Buster Bear, and he didn't know that +he or any one else was anywhere near.</p> + +<p>Buster Bear tiptoed up very softly +until he was right behind Little Joe +Otter. "Woof, woof!" said he in his +deepest, most grumbly-rumbly voice. +"That's a very fine looking trout. I +wouldn't mind if I had it myself."</p> + +<p>Little Joe Otter gave a frightened +squeal and without even turning to see +who was speaking dropped his fish and +dived headfirst into the Laughing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[Pg 5]</a></span> +Brook. Buster Bear sprang forward +and with one of his big paws caught the +fat trout just as it was slipping back +into the water.</p> + +<p>"Here's your trout, Mr. Otter," said +he, as Little Joe put his head out of +water to see who had frightened him so. +"Come and get it."</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="TROUT" id="TROUT"></a><!-- Image 4 --> +<img src="images/illus-005s.jpg" class ="jpg" height="531" width="400" alt="Here's your trout, Mr. Otter, said he" +title="Page 5" /> +<span class="image"><a name="otter" id="otter" href="images/illus-005x.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>Here's your trout, Mr. Otter, said he.<br /><i>Page 5.</i></strong><br /><br /><br /></p> + + +<p>But Little Joe wouldn't. The fact +is, he was afraid to. He snarled at +Buster Bear and called him a thief and +everything bad he could think of. Buster +didn't seem to mind. He chuckled +as if he thought it all a great joke and +repeated his invitation to Little Joe to +come and get his fish. But Little Joe +just turned his back and went off down +the Laughing Brook in a great rage.</p> + +<p>"It's too bad to waste such a fine +fish," said Buster thoughtfully. "I +wonder what I'd better do with it." +And while he was wondering, he ate it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[Pg 6]</a></span> +all up. Then he started down the +Laughing Brook to try to catch some +for himself.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[Pg 7]</a></span><a name="LITTLE_JOE" id="LITTLE_JOE">II</a></h2> + +<h3>LITTLE JOE OTTER GETS EVEN WITH<br /> +BUSTER BEAR</h3> + +<p>Little Joe Otter was in a +terrible rage. It was a bad beginning +for a beautiful day and +Little Joe knew it. But who wouldn't +be in a rage if his breakfast was taken +from him just as he was about to eat +it? Anyway, that is what Little Joe +told Billy Mink. Perhaps he didn't +tell it quite exactly as it was, but you +know he was very badly frightened at +the time.</p> + +<p>"I was sitting on the bank of the +Laughing Brook beside one of the little +pools," he told Billy Mink, "and was +just going to eat a fat trout I had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[Pg 8]</a></span> +caught, when who should come along +but that great big bully, Buster Bear. +He took that fat trout away from me +and ate it just as if it belonged to him! +I hate him! If I live long enough I'm +going to get even with him!"</p> + +<p>Of course that wasn't nice talk and +anything but a nice spirit, but Little +Joe Otter's temper is sometimes pretty +short, especially when he is hungry, and +this time he had had no breakfast, you +know.</p> + +<p>Buster Bear hadn't actually taken the +fish away from Little Joe. But looking +at the matter as Little Joe did, it +amounted to the same thing. You see, +Buster knew perfectly well when he invited +Little Joe to come back and get it +that Little Joe wouldn't dare do anything +of the kind.</p> + +<p>"Where is he now?" asked Billy +Mink.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[Pg 9]</a></span>"He's somewhere up the Laughing +Brook. I wish he'd fall in and get +drowned!" snapped Little Joe.</p> + +<p>Billy Mink just had to laugh. The +idea of great big Buster Bear getting +drowned in the Laughing Brook was too +funny. There wasn't water enough in +it anywhere except down in the Smiling +Pool, and that was on the Green Meadows, +where Buster had never been +known to go. "Let's go see what he is +doing," said Billy Mink.</p> + +<p>At first Little Joe didn't want to, but +at last his curiosity got the better of his +fear, and he agreed. So the two little +brown-coated scamps turned down the +Laughing Brook, taking the greatest +care to keep out of sight themselves. +They had gone only a little way when +Billy Mink whispered: "Sh-h! There +he is."</p> + +<p>Sure enough, there was Buster Bear<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</a></span> +sitting close beside a little pool and looking +into it very intently.</p> + +<p>"What's he doing?" asked Little Joe +Otter, as Buster Bear sat for the longest +time without moving.</p> + +<p>Just then one of Buster's big paws +went into the water as quick as a flash +and scooped out a trout that had ventured +too near.</p> + +<p>"He's fishing!" exclaimed Billy +Mink.</p> + +<p>And that is just what Buster Bear +was doing, and it was very plain to see +that he was having great fun. When +he had eaten the trout he had caught, +he moved along to the next little pool.</p> + +<p>"They are <i>our</i> fish!" said Little Joe +fiercely. "He has no business catching +<i>our</i> fish!"</p> + +<p>"I don't see how we are going to stop +him," said Billy Mink.</p> + +<p>"I do!" cried Little Joe, into whose<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</a></span> +head an idea had just popped. "I'm +going to drive all the fish out of the little +pools and muddy the water all up. +Then we'll see how many fish he will +get! Just you watch me get even with +Buster Bear."</p> + +<p>Little Joe slipped swiftly into the +water and swam straight to the little +pool that Buster Bear would try next. +He frightened the fish so that they fled +in every direction. Then he stirred up +the mud until the water was so dirty +that Buster couldn't have seen a fish +right under his nose. He did the same +thing in the next pool and the next. +Buster Bear's fishing was spoiled for +that day.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</a></span><a name="PUZZLED" id="PUZZLED">III</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR IS GREATLY PUZZLED</h3> + +<p>Buster Bear hadn't enjoyed +himself so much since he came +to the Green Forest to live. His +fun began when he surprised Little Joe +Otter on the bank of a little pool in the +Laughing Brook and Little Joe was so +frightened that he dropped a fat trout +he had just caught. It had seemed like +a great joke to Buster Bear, and he had +chuckled over it all the time he was eating +the fat trout. When he had finished +it, he started on to do some fishing +himself.</p> + +<p>Presently he came to another little +pool. He stole up to it very, very +softly, so as not to frighten the fish.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</a></span> +Then he sat down close to the edge of +it and didn't move. Buster learned a +long time ago that a fisherman must be +patient unless, like Little Joe Otter, he +is just as much at home in the water as +the fish themselves, and can swim fast +enough to catch them by chasing them. +So he didn't move so much as an eye +lash. He was so still that he looked almost +like the stump of an old tree. +Perhaps that is what the fish thought +he was, for pretty soon, two or three +swam right in close to where he was +sitting. Now Buster Bear may be big +and clumsy looking, but there isn't anything +that can move much quicker than +one of those big paws of his when he +wants it to. One of them moved now, +and quicker than a wink had scooped +one of those foolish fish out on to the +bank.</p> + +<p>Buster's little eyes twinkled, and he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</a></span> +smacked his lips as he moved on to the +next little pool, for he knew that it was +of no use to stay longer at the first one. +The fish were so frightened that they +wouldn't come back for a long, long +time. At the next little pool the same +thing happened. By this time Buster +Bear was in fine spirits. It was fun to +catch the fish, and it was still more fun +to eat them. What finer breakfast could +any one have than fresh-caught +trout? No wonder he felt good! But +it takes more than three trout to fill +Buster Bear's stomach, so he kept on to +the next little pool.</p> + +<p>But this little pool, instead of being +beautiful and clear so that Buster could +see right to the bottom of it and so tell +if there were any fish there, was so +muddy that he couldn't see into it at all. +It looked as if some one had just stirred +up all the mud at the bottom.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</a></span>"Huh!" said Buster Bear. "It's of +no use to try to fish here. I would just +waste my time. I'll try the next pool."</p> + +<p>So he went on to the next little pool. +He found this just as muddy as the +other. Then he went on to another, and +this was no better. Buster sat down +and scratched his head. It was puzzling. +Yes, Sir, it was puzzling. He +looked this way and he looked that way +suspiciously, but there was no one to be +seen. Everything was still save for the +laughter of the Laughing Brook. +Somehow, it seemed to Buster as if the +Brook were laughing at him.</p> + +<p>"It's very curious," muttered Buster, +"very curious indeed. It looks as +if my fishing is spoiled for to-day. I +don't understand it at all. It's lucky +I caught what I did. It looks as if +somebody is trying to—ha!" A sudden +thought had popped into his head.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</a></span> +Then he began to chuckle and finally to +laugh. "I do believe that scamp Joe +Otter is trying to get even with me for +eating that fat trout!"</p> + +<p>And then, because Buster Bear always +enjoys a good joke even when it +is on himself, he laughed until he had +to hold his sides, which is a whole lot +better than going off in a rage as Little +Joe Otter had done. "You're pretty +smart, Mr. Otter! You're pretty +smart, but there are other people who +are smart too," said Buster Bear, and +still chuckling, he went off to think up +a plan to get the best of Little Joe Otter.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</a></span><a name="BREAKFAST" id="BREAKFAST">IV</a></h2> + +<h3>LITTLE JOE OTTER SUPPLIES BUSTER<br /> +BEAR WITH A BREAKFAST</h3> + +<div class="block"> +<p>Getting even just for spite<br /> +<span class="one">Doesn't always pay.</span><br /> +Fact is, it is very apt<br /> +<span class="one">To work the other way.</span></p> +</div> + +<p>That is just how it came about +that Little Joe Otter furnished +Buster Bear with the best breakfast +he had had for a long time. He +didn't mean to do it. Oh, my, no! The +truth is, he thought all the time that he +was preventing Buster Bear from getting +a breakfast. You see he wasn't +well enough acquainted with Buster to +know that Buster is quite as smart as +he is, and perhaps a little bit smarter. +Spite and selfishness were at the bottom<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</a></span> +of it. You see Little Joe and Billy +Mink had had all the fishing in the +Laughing Brook to themselves so long +that they thought no one else had any +right to fish there. To be sure Bobby +Coon caught a few little fish there, but +they didn't mind Bobby. Farmer +Brown's boy fished there too, sometimes, +and this always made Little Joe +and Billy Mink very angry, but they +were so afraid of him that they didn't +dare do anything about it. But when +they discovered that Buster Bear was a +fisherman, they made up their minds +that something had got to be done. At +least, Little Joe did.</p> + +<p>"He'll try it again to-morrow morning," +said Little Joe. "I'll keep +watch, and as soon as I see him coming, +I'll drive out all the fish, just as I did +to-day. I guess that'll teach him to let +our fish alone."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</a></span></p> + +<p>So the next morning Little Joe hid +before daylight close by the little pool +where Buster Bear had given him such +a fright. Sure enough, just as the +Jolly Sunbeams began to creep through +the Green Forest, he saw Buster Bear +coming straight over to the little pool. +Little Joe slipped into the water and +chased all the fish out of the little pool, +and stirred up the mud on the bottom +so that the water was so muddy that the +bottom couldn't be seen at all. Then he +hurried down to the next little pool and +did the same thing.</p> + +<p>Now Buster Bear is very smart. +You know he had guessed the day before +who had spoiled his fishing. So +this morning he only went far enough +to make sure that if Little Joe were +watching for him, as he was sure he +would be, he would see him coming. +Then, instead of keeping on to the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</a></span> +pool, he hurried to a place way down the +Laughing Brook, where the water was +very shallow, hardly over his feet, and +there he sat chuckling to himself. +Things happened just as he had expected. +The frightened fish Little Joe +chased out of the little pools up above +swam down the Laughing Brook, because, +you know, Little Joe was behind +them, and there was nowhere else for +them to go. When they came to the +place where Buster was waiting, all he +had to do was to scoop them out on to +the bank. It was great fun. It didn't +take Buster long to catch all the fish he +could eat. Then he saved a nice fat +trout and waited.</p> + +<p>By and by along came Little Joe Otter, +chuckling to think how he had +spoiled Buster Bear's fishing. He was +so intent on looking behind him to see +if Buster was coming that he didn't see<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</a></span> +Buster waiting there until he spoke.</p> + +<p>"I'm much obliged for the fine breakfast +you have given me," said Buster in +his deepest, most grumbly-rumbly +voice. "I've saved a fat trout for you +to make up for the one I ate yesterday. +I hope we'll go fishing together often."</p> + +<p>Then he went off laughing fit to kill +himself. Little Joe couldn't find a +word to say. He was so surprised and +angry that he went off by himself and +sulked. And Billy Mink, who had been +watching, ate the fat trout.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</a></span><a name="COMMON" id="COMMON">V</a></h2> + +<h3>GRANDFATHER FROG'S COMMON-SENSE</h3> + +<p>There is nothing quite like common +sense to smooth out +troubles. People who have +plenty of just plain common sense +are often thought to be very wise. +Their neighbors look up to them and +are forever running to them for advice, +and they are very much respected. +That is the way with Grandfather +Frog. He is very old and very wise. +Anyway, that is what his neighbors +think. The truth is, he simply has a +lot of common sense, which after all is +the very best kind of wisdom.</p> + +<p>Now when Little Joe Otter found +that Buster Bear had been too smart<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</a></span> +for him and that instead of spoiling +Buster's fishing in the Laughing Brook +he had really made it easier for Buster +to catch all the fish he wanted, Little +Joe went off down to the Smiling Pool +in a great rage.</p> + +<p>Billy Mink stopped long enough to +eat the fat fish Buster had left on the +bank and then he too went down to the +Smiling Pool.</p> + +<p>When Little Joe Otter and Billy +Mink reached the Smiling Pool, they +climbed up on the Big Rock, and there +Little Joe sulked and sulked, until +finally Grandfather Frog asked what +the matter was. Little Joe wouldn't +tell, but Billy Mink told the whole story. +When he told how Buster had been too +smart for Little Joe, it tickled him so +that Billy had to laugh in spite of himself. +So did Grandfather Frog. So +did Jerry Muskrat, who had been listen<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</a></span>ing. +Of course this made Little Joe +angrier than ever. He said a lot of unkind +things about Buster Bear and +about Billy Mink and Grandfather +Frog and Jerry Muskrat, because they +had laughed at the smartness of Buster.</p> + +<p>"He's nothing but a great big bully +and thief!" declared Little Joe.</p> + +<p>"Chug-a-rum! He may be a bully, +because great big people are very apt +to be bullies, and though I haven't seen +him, I guess Buster Bear is big enough +from all I have heard, but I don't see +how he is a thief," said Grandfather +Frog.</p> + +<p>"Didn't he catch my fish and eat +them?" snapped Little Joe. "Doesn't +that make him a thief?"</p> + +<p>"They were no more your fish than +mine," protested Billy Mink.</p> + +<p>"Well, <i>our</i> fish, then! He stole <i>our</i> +fish, if you like that any better. That<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</a></span> +makes him just as much a thief, doesn't +it?" growled Little Joe.</p> + +<p>Grandfather Frog looked up at jolly, +round, bright Mr. Sun and slowly +winked one of his great, goggly eyes. +"There comes a foolish green fly," said +he. "Who does he belong to?"</p> + +<p>"Nobody!" snapped Little Joe. +"What have foolish green flies got to +do with my—I mean <i>our</i> fish?"</p> + +<p>"Nothing, nothing at all," replied +Grandfather Frog mildly. "I was just +hoping that he would come near enough +for me to snap him up; then he would +belong to me. As long as he doesn't, +he doesn't belong to any one. I suppose +that if Buster Bear should happen +along and catch him, he would be stealing +from me, according to Little Joe."</p> + +<p>"Of course not! What a silly idea! +You're getting foolish in your old age," +retorted Little Joe.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Can you tell me the difference between +the fish that you haven't caught +and the foolish green flies that I haven't +caught?" asked Grandfather Frog.</p> + +<p>Little Joe couldn't find a word to +say.</p> + +<p>"You take my advice, Little Joe Otter," +continued Grandfather Frog, +"and always make friends with those +who are bigger and stronger and +smarter than you are. You'll find it +pays."</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="FROG" id="FROG"></a><!-- Image 5 --> +<img src="images/illus-035s.jpg" class="jpg" height="523" width="400" alt="You take my advice, Little Joe Otter, continued Grandfather Frog." title="Page 26." /> +<span class="image"><a name="little" id="little" href="images/illus-035x.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>You take my advice, Little Joe Otter, continued<br />Grandfather Frog. <i>Page 26.</i></strong><br /><br /></p> + + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</a></span><a name="ADVICE" id="ADVICE">VI</a></h2> + +<h3>LITTLE JOE OTTER TAKES GRANDFATHER<br /> +FROG'S ADVICE</h3> + +<div class="block"> +<p>Who makes an enemy a friend,<br /> +To fear and worry puts an end.</p> +</div> + +<p>Little Joe Otter found that +out when he took Grandfather +Frog's advice. He wouldn't +have admitted that he was afraid of +Buster Bear. No one ever likes to admit +being afraid, least of all Little Joe +Otter. And really Little Joe has a +great deal of courage. Very few of the +little people of the Green Forest or the +Green Meadows would willingly quarrel +with him, for Little Joe is a great +fighter when he has to fight. As for all +those who live in or along the Laughing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</a></span> +Brook or in the Smiling Pool, they let +Little Joe have his own way in everything.</p> + +<p>Now having one's own way too much +is a bad thing. It is apt to make one +selfish and thoughtless of other people +and very hard to get along with. Little +Joe Otter had his way too much. +Grandfather Frog knew it and shook +his head very soberly when Little Joe +had been disrespectful to him.</p> + +<p>"Too bad. Too bad! Too bad! +Chug-a-rum! It is too bad that such a +fine young fellow as Little Joe should +spoil a good disposition by such selfish +heedlessness. Too bad," said he.</p> + +<p>So, though he didn't let on that it was +so, Grandfather Frog really was delighted +when he heard how Buster Bear +had been too smart for Little Joe Otter. +It tickled him so that he had hard work +to keep a straight face. But he did and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</a></span> +was as grave and solemn as you please +as he advised Little Joe always to make +friends with any one who was bigger +and stronger and smarter than he. +That was good common sense advice, +but Little Joe just sniffed and went off +declaring that he would get even with +Buster Bear yet. Now Little Joe is +good-natured and full of fun as a rule, +and after he had reached home and his +temper had cooled off a little, he began +to see the joke on himself,—how when +he had worked so hard to frighten the +fish in the little pools of the Laughing +Brook so that Buster Bear should not +catch any, he had all the time been driving +them right into Buster's paws. By +and by he grinned. It was a little +sheepish grin at first, but at last it grew +into a laugh.</p> + +<p>"I believe," said Little Joe as he +wiped tears of laughter from his eyes,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</a></span> +"that Grandfather Frog is right, and +that the best thing I can do is to make +friends with Buster Bear. I'll try it +to-morrow morning."</p> + +<p>So very early the next morning Little +Joe Otter went to the best fishing pool +he knew of in the Laughing Brook, and +there he caught the biggest trout he +could find. It was so big and fat that +it made Little Joe's mouth water, for +you know fat trout are his favorite +food. But he didn't take so much as one +bite. Instead he carefully laid it on an +old log where Buster Bear would be +sure to see it if he should come along +that way. Then he hid near by, where +he could watch. Buster was late that +morning. It seemed to Little Joe that +he never would come. Once he nearly +lost the fish. He had turned his head +for just a minute, and when he looked +back again, the trout was nowhere to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</a></span> +be seen. Buster couldn't have stolen +up and taken it, because such a big fellow +couldn't possibly have gotten out +of sight again.</p> + +<p>Little Joe darted over to the log and +looked on the other side. There was +the fat trout, and there also was Little +Joe's smallest cousin, Shadow the +Weasel, who is a great thief and altogether +bad. Little Joe sprang at him +angrily, but Shadow was too quick and +darted away. Little Joe put the fish +back on the log and waited. This time +he didn't take his eyes off it. At last, +when he was almost ready to give up, +he saw Buster Bear shuffling along towards +the Laughing Brook. Suddenly +Buster stopped and sniffed. One +of the Merry Little Breezes had carried +the scent of that fat trout over to +him. Then he came straight over to +where the fish lay, his nose wrinkling,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</a></span> +and his eyes twinkling with pleasure.</p> + +<p>"Now I wonder who was so thoughtful +as to leave this fine breakfast ready +for me," said he out loud.</p> + +<p>"Me," said Little Joe in a rather +faint voice. "I caught it especially for +you."</p> + +<p>"Thank you," replied Buster, and +his eyes twinkled more than ever. "I +think we are going to be friends."</p> + +<p>"I—I hope so," replied Little Joe.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</a></span><a name="LUCK" id="LUCK">VII</a></h2> + +<h3>FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK<br /> +AT ALL</h3> + +<p>Farmer Brown's boy +tramped through the Green Forest, +whistling merrily. He always +whistles when he feels light-hearted, +and he always feels light-hearted +when he goes fishing. You see, +he is just as fond of fishing as is Little +Joe Otter or Billy Mink or Buster Bear. +And now he was making his way +through the Green Forest to the Laughing +Brook, sure that by the time he had +followed it down to the Smiling Pool he +would have a fine lot of trout to take +home. He knew every pool in the +Laughing Brook where the trout love<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</a></span> +to hide, did Farmer Brown's boy, and it +was just the kind of a morning when the +trout should be hungry. So he whistled +as he tramped along, and his whistle was +good to hear.</p> + +<p>When he reached the first little pool +he baited his hook very carefully and +then, taking the greatest care to keep +out of sight of any trout that might be +in the little pool, he began to fish. Now +Farmer Brown's boy learned a long +time ago that to be a successful fisherman +one must have a great deal of +patience, so though he didn't get a bite +right away as he had expected to, he +wasn't the least bit discouraged. He +kept very quiet and fished and fished, +patiently waiting for a foolish trout to +take his hook. But he didn't get so +much as a nibble. "Either the trout +have lost their appetite or they have +grown very wise," muttered Farmer<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</a></span> +Brown's boy, as after a long time he +moved on to the next little pool.</p> + +<p>There the same thing happened. He +was very patient, very, very patient, but +his patience brought no reward, not so +much as the faintest kind of a nibble. +Farmer Brown's boy trudged on to the +next pool, and there was a puzzled +frown on his freckled face. Such a +thing never had happened before. He +didn't know what to make of it. All +the night before he had dreamed about +the delicious dinner of fried trout he +would have the next day, and now—well, +if he didn't catch some trout +pretty soon, that splendid dinner would +never be anything but a dream.</p> + +<p>"If I didn't know that nobody else +comes fishing here, I should think that +somebody had been here this very morning +and caught all the fish or else frightened +them so that they are all in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</a></span> +hiding," said he, as he trudged on to +the next little pool. "I never had +such bad luck in all my life before. +Hello! What's this?"</p> + +<p>There, on the bank beside the little +pool, were the heads of three trout. +Farmer Brown's boy scowled down at +them more puzzled than ever. "Somebody +<i>has</i> been fishing here, and they +have had better luck than I have," +thought he. He looked up the Laughing +Brook and down the Laughing +Brook and this way and that way, but +no one was to be seen. Then he picked +up one of the little heads and looked at +it sharply. "It wasn't cut off with a +knife; it was bitten off!" he exclaimed. +"I wonder now if Billy Mink is the +scamp who has spoiled my fun."</p> + +<p>Thereafter he kept a sharp lookout +for signs of Billy Mink, but though he +found two or three more trout heads,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</a></span> +he saw no other signs and he caught no +fish. This puzzled him more than ever. +It didn't seem possible that such a little +fellow as Billy Mink could have +caught or frightened all the fish or have +eaten so many. Besides, he didn't remember +ever having known Billy to +leave heads around that way. Billy +sometimes catches more fish than he +can eat, but then he usually hides them. +The farther he went down the Laughing +Brook, the more puzzled Farmer +Brown's boy grew. It made him feel +very queer. He would have felt still +more queer if he had known that all the +time two other fishermen who had been +before him were watching him and +chuckling to themselves. They were +Little Joe Otter and Buster Bear.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</a></span><a name="HAIR" id="HAIR">VIII</a></h2> + +<h3>FARMER BROWN'S BOY FEELS HIS<br /> +HAIR RISE</h3> + +<div class="block2"> +<p>'Twas just a sudden odd surprise<br /> +Made Farmer Brown's boy's hair to rise.</p> +</div> + +<p>That's a funny thing for hair to +do—rise up all of a sudden—isn't +it? But that is just what +the hair on Farmer Brown's boy's +head did the day he went fishing in +the Laughing Brook and had no luck +at all. There are just two things +that make hair rise—anger and fear. +Anger sometimes makes the hair on the +back and neck of Bowser the Hound +and of some other little people bristle +and stand up, and you know the hair +on the tail of Black Pussy stands on<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</a></span> +end until her tail looks twice as big as +it really is. Both anger and fear make +it do that. But there is only one thing +that can make the hair on the head of +Farmer Brown's boy rise, and as it +isn't anger, of course it must be fear.</p> + +<p>It never had happened before. You +see, there isn't much of anything that +Farmer Brown's boy is really afraid +of. Perhaps he wouldn't have been +afraid this time if it hadn't been for the +surprise of what he found. You see +when he had found the heads of those +trout on the bank he knew right away +that some one else had been fishing, and +that was why he couldn't catch any; +but it didn't seem possible that little +Billy Mink could have eaten all those +trout, and Farmer Brown's boy didn't +once think of Little Joe Otter, and so +he was very, very much puzzled.</p> + +<p>He was turning it all over in his mind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</a></span> +and studying what it could mean, when +he came to a little muddy place on the +bank of the Laughing Brook, and there +he saw something that made his eyes +look as if they would pop right out of +his head, and it was right then that he +felt his hair rise. Anyway, that is +what he said when he told about it afterward. +What was it he saw? What +do you think? Why, it was a footprint +in the soft mud. Yes, Sir, that's what +it was, and all it was. But it was the +biggest footprint Farmer Brown's boy +ever had seen, and it looked as if it had +been made only a few minutes before. +It was the footprint of Buster Bear.</p> + +<p>Now Farmer Brown's boy didn't +know that Buster Bear had come down +to the Green Forest to live. He never +had heard of a Bear being in the Green +Forest. And so he was so surprised +that he had hard work to believe his<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</a></span> +own eyes, and he had a queer feeling all +over,—a little chilly feeling, although it +was a warm day. Somehow, he didn't +feel like meeting Buster Bear. If he +had had his terrible gun with him, it +might have been different. But he +didn't, and so he suddenly made up his +mind that he didn't want to fish any +more that day. He had a funny feeling, +too, that he was being watched, although +he couldn't see any one. He +<i>was</i> being watched. Little Joe Otter +and Buster Bear were watching him +and taking the greatest care to keep out +of his sight.</p> + +<p>All the way home through the Green +Forest, Farmer Brown's boy kept looking +behind him, and he didn't draw a +long breath until he reached the edge of +the Green Forest. He hadn't run, but +he had wanted to.</p> + +<p>"Huh!" said Buster Bear to Little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</a></span> +Joe Otter, "I believe he was afraid!"</p> + +<p>And Buster Bear was just exactly +right.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</a></span><a name="NEWS" id="NEWS">IX</a></h2> + +<h3>LITTLE JOE OTTER HAS GREAT NEWS<br /> +TO TELL</h3> + +<p>Little Joe Otter was fairly +bursting with excitement. He +could hardly contain himself. +He felt that he had the greatest news to +tell since Peter Rabbit had first found +the tracks of Buster Bear in the Green +Forest. He couldn't keep it to himself +a minute longer than he had to. So he +hurried to the Smiling Pool, where he +was sure he would find Billy Mink and +Jerry Muskrat and Grandfather Frog +and Spotty the Turtle, and he hoped +that perhaps some of the little people +who live in the Green Forest might be +there too. Sure enough, Peter Rabbit +was there on one side of the Smiling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</a></span> +Pool, making faces at Reddy Fox, who +was on the other side, which, of course, +was not at all nice of Peter. Mr. and +Mrs. Redwing were there, and Blacky +the Crow was sitting in the Big Hickory-tree.</p> + +<p>Little Joe Otter swam straight to the +Big Rock and climbed up to the very +highest part. He looked so excited, +and his eyes sparkled so, that every one +knew right away that something had +happened.</p> + +<p>"Hi!" cried Billy Mink. "Look at +Little Joe Otter! It must be that for +once he has been smarter than Buster +Bear."</p> + +<p>Little Joe made a good-natured face +at Billy Mink and shook his head. +"No, Billy," said he, "you are wrong, +altogether wrong. I don't believe anybody +can be smarter than Buster +Bear."</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="POOL" id="POOL"></a><!-- Image 6 --> +<img src="images/illus-055s.jpg" class="jpg" height="525" width="400" alt="Reddy glared across the Smiling Pool at Peter." title="Page 45." /> +<span class="image"><a name="reddy" id="reddy" href="images/illus-055x.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>Reddy glared across the Smiling Pool at Peter.<br /><i>Page 45.</i></strong><br /><br /><br /></p> + + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</a></span></p> +<p>Reddy Fox rolled his lips back in +an unpleasant grin. "Don't be too +sure of that!" he snapped. "I'm not +through with him yet."</p> + +<p>"Boaster! Boaster!" cried Peter +Rabbit.</p> + +<p>Reddy glared across the Smiling +Pool at Peter. "I'm not through with +you either, Peter Rabbit!" he snarled. +"You'll find it out one of these fine +days!"</p> + +<div class="block"> +<p>"Reddy, Reddy, smart and sly,<br /> +Couldn't catch a buzzing fly!"</p> +</div> + +<p>taunted Peter.</p> + +<p>"Chug-a-rum!" said Grandfather +Frog in his deepest, gruffest voice. +"We know all about that. What we +want to know is what Little Joe Otter +has got on his mind."</p> + +<p>"It's news—great news!" cried Little +Joe.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</a></span>"We can tell better how great it is +when we hear what it is," replied +Grandfather Frog testily. "What is +it?"</p> + +<p>Little Joe Otter looked around at all +the eager faces watching him, and then +in the slowest, most provoking way, +he drawled: "Farmer Brown's boy is +afraid of Buster Bear."</p> + +<p>For a minute no one said a word. +Then Blacky the Crow leaned down +from his perch in the Big Hickory-tree +and looked very hard at Little Joe as +he said:</p> + +<p>"I don't believe it. I don't believe a +word of it. Farmer Brown's boy isn't +afraid of any one who lives in the Green +Forest or on the Green Meadows or in +the Smiling Pool, and you know it. +We are all afraid of him."</p> + +<p>Little Joe glared back at Blacky. +"I don't care whether you believe it or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</a></span> +not; it's true," he retorted. Then he +told how early that very morning he +and Buster Bear had been fishing together +in the Laughing Brook, and how +Farmer Brown's boy had been fishing +there too, and hadn't caught a single +trout because they had all been caught +or frightened before he got there. +Then he told how Farmer Brown's boy +had found a footprint of Buster Bear +in the soft mud, and how he had stopped +fishing right away and started for +home, looking behind him with fear in +his eyes all the way.</p> + +<p>"Now tell me that he isn't afraid!" +concluded Little Joe. "For once he +knows just how we feel when he comes +prowling around where we are. Isn't +that great news? Now we'll get even +with <i>him</i>!"</p> + +<p>"I'll believe it when I see it for myself!" +snapped Blacky the Crow.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</a></span><a name="HERO" id="HERO">X</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR BECOMES A HERO</h3> + +<p>The news that Little Joe Otter +told at the Smiling Pool,—how +Farmer Brown's boy had run +away from Buster Bear without even +seeing him,—soon spread all over the +Green Meadows and through the Green +Forest, until every one who lives there +knew about it. Of course, Peter Rabbit +helped spread it. Trust Peter for +that! But everybody else helped too. +You see, they had all been afraid of +Farmer Brown's boy for so long that +they were tickled almost to pieces at +the very thought of having some one +in the Green Forest who could make +Farmer Brown's boy feel fear as they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[Pg 49]</a></span> +had felt it. And so it was that Buster +Bear became a hero right away to most +of them.</p> + +<p>A few doubted Little Joe's story. +One of them was Blacky the Crow. +Another was Reddy Fox. Blacky +doubted because he knew Farmer +Brown's boy so well that he couldn't +imagine him afraid. Reddy doubted +because he didn't want to believe. +You see, he was jealous of Buster Bear, +and at the same time he was afraid of +him. So Reddy pretended not to believe +a word of what Little Joe Otter +had said, and he agreed with Blacky +that only by seeing Farmer Brown's +boy afraid could he ever be made to believe +it. But nearly everybody else +believed it, and there was great rejoicing. +Most of them were afraid of +Buster, very much afraid of him, because +he was so big and strong. But<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[Pg 50]</a></span> +they were still more afraid of Farmer +Brown's boy, because they didn't know +him or understand him, and because in +the past he had tried to catch some of +them in traps and had hunted some of +them with his terrible gun.</p> + +<p>So now they were very proud to +think that one of their own number actually +had frightened him, and they +began to look on Buster Bear as a real +hero. They tried in ever so many ways +to show him how friendly they felt and +went quite out of their way to do him +favors. Whenever they met one another, +all they could talk about was the +smartness and the greatness of Buster +Bear.</p> + +<p>"Now I guess Farmer Brown's boy +will keep away from the Green Forest, +and we won't have to be all the time +watching out for him," said Bobby<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[Pg 51]</a></span> +Coon, as he washed his dinner in the +Laughing Brook, for you know he is +very neat and particular.</p> + +<p>"And he won't dare set any more +traps for me," gloated Billy Mink.</p> + +<p>"Ah wish Brer Bear would go up to +Farmer Brown's henhouse and scare +Farmer Brown's boy so that he would +keep away from there. It would be a +favor to me which Ah cert'nly would +appreciate," said Unc' Billy Possum +when he heard the news.</p> + +<p>"Let's all go together and tell Buster +Bear how much obliged we are for what +he has done," proposed Jerry Muskrat.</p> + +<p>"That's a splendid idea!" cried Little +Joe Otter. "We'll do it right +away."</p> + +<p>"Caw, caw caw!" broke in Blacky +the Crow. "I say, let's wait and see for +ourselves if it is all true."</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[Pg 52]</a></span>"Of course it's true!" snapped Little +Joe Otter. "Don't you believe I'm +telling the truth?"</p> + +<p>"Certainly, certainly. Of course no +one doubts your word," replied Blacky, +with the utmost politeness. "But you +say yourself that Farmer Brown's boy +didn't see Buster Bear, but only his +footprint. Perhaps he didn't know +whose it was, and if he had he wouldn't +have been afraid. Now I've got a plan +by which we can see for ourselves if he +really is afraid of Buster Bear."</p> + +<p>"What is it?" asked Sammy Jay +eagerly.</p> + +<p>Blacky the Crow shook his head +and winked. "That's telling," said he. +"I want to think it over. If you meet +me at the Big Hickory-tree at sun-up +to-morrow morning, and get everybody +else to come that you can, perhaps I +will tell you."</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[Pg 53]</a></span><a name="PLAN" id="PLAN">XI</a></h2> + +<h3>BLACKY THE CROW TELLS HIS PLAN</h3> + +<div class="block"> +<p>Blacky is a dreamer!<br /> +Blacky is a schemer!<br /> +<span class="one">His voice is strong;</span><br /> +<span class="one">When things go wrong</span><br /> +Blacky is a screamer!<br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>It's a fact. Blacky the Crow is forever +dreaming and scheming and +almost always it is of mischief. +He is one of the smartest and cleverest +of all the little people of the Green +Meadows and the Green Forest, and all +the others know it. Blacky likes excitement. +He wants something going +on. The more exciting it is, the better +he likes it. Then he has a chance to use +that harsh voice of his, and how he does +use it!</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[Pg 54]</a></span></p> +<p>So now, as he sat in the top of the Big +Hickory-tree beside the Smiling Pool +and looked down on all the little people +gathered there, he was very happy. In +the first place he felt very important, +and you know Blacky dearly loves to +feel important. They had all come at +his invitation to listen to a plan for seeing +for themselves if it were really true +that Farmer Brown's boy was afraid of +Buster Bear.</p> + +<p>On the Big Rock in the Smiling Pool +sat Little Joe Otter, Billy Mink, and +Jerry Muskrat. On his big, green lily-pad +sat Grandfather Frog. On another +lily-pad sat Spotty the Turtle. +On the bank on one side of the Smiling +Pool were Peter Rabbit, Jumper the +Hare, Danny Meadow Mouse, Johnny +Chuck, Jimmy Skunk, Unc' Billy Possum, +Striped Chipmunk and Old Mr. +Toad. On the other side of the Smil<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[Pg 55]</a></span>ing +Pool were Reddy Fox, Digger the +Badger, and Bobby Coon. In the Big +Hickory-tree were Chatterer the Red +Squirrel, Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel, +and Sammy Jay.</p> + +<p>Blacky waited until he was sure +that no one else was coming. Then he +cleared his throat very loudly and began +to speak. "Friends," said he.</p> + +<p>Everybody grinned, for Blacky has +played so many sharp tricks that no +one is really his friend unless it is that +other mischief-maker, Sammy Jay, +who, you know, is Blacky's cousin. +But no one said anything, and Blacky +went on.</p> + +<p>"Little Joe Otter has told us how he +saw Farmer Brown's boy hurry home +when he found the footprint of Buster +Bear on the edge of the Laughing +Brook, and how all the way he kept +looking behind him, as if he were<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[Pg 56]</a></span> +afraid. Perhaps he was, and then +again perhaps he wasn't. Perhaps he +had something else on his mind. You +have made a hero of Buster Bear, because +you believe Little Joe's story. +Now I don't say that I don't believe it, +but I do say that I will be a lot more +sure that Farmer Brown's boy is afraid +of Buster when I see him run away myself. +Now here is my plan:</p> + +<p>"To-morrow morning, very early, +Sammy Jay and I will make a great +fuss near the edge of the Green Forest. +Farmer Brown's boy has a lot of curiosity, +and he will be sure to come over +to see what it is all about. Then we +will lead him to where Buster Bear is. +If he runs away, I will be the first to +admit that Buster Bear is as great a +hero as some of you seem to think he is. +It is a very simple plan, and if you will +all hide where you can watch, you will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[Pg 57]</a></span> +be able to see for yourselves if Little +Joe Otter is right. Now what do you +say?"</p> + +<p>Right away everybody began to talk +at the same time. It was such a simple +plan that everybody agreed to it. And +it promised to be so exciting that everybody +promised to be there, that is, +everybody but Grandfather Frog and +Spotty the Turtle, who didn't care to go +so far away from the Smiling Pool. So +it was agreed that Blacky should try +his plan the very next morning.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[Pg 58]</a></span><a name="CURIOUS" id="CURIOUS">XII</a></h2> + +<h3>FARMER BROWN'S BOY AND BUSTER<br /> +BEAR GROW CURIOUS</h3> + +<p>Ever since it was light enough to +see at all, Blacky the Crow had +been sitting in the top of the tallest +tree on the edge of the Green Forest +nearest to Farmer Brown's house, and +never for an instant had he taken his +eyes from Farmer Brown's back door. +What was he watching for? Why, for +Farmer Brown's boy to come out on +his way to milk the cows. Meanwhile, +Sammy Jay was slipping silently +through the Green Forest, looking for +Buster Bear, so that when the time +came he could let his cousin, Blacky +the Crow, know just where Buster was.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[Pg 59]</a></span>By and by the back door of Farmer +Brown's house opened, and out stepped +Farmer Brown's boy. In each hand +he carried a milk pail. Right away +Blacky began to scream at the top of +his lungs. "Caw, caw, caw!" shouted +Blacky. "Caw, caw, caw!" And all +the time he flew about among the trees +near the edge of the Green Forest as if +so excited that he couldn't keep still. +Farmer Brown's boy looked over there +as if he wondered what all that fuss was +about, as indeed he did, but he didn't +start to go over and see. No, Sir, he +started straight for the barn.</p> + +<p>Blacky didn't know what to make of +it. You see, smart as he is and shrewd +as he is, Blacky doesn't know anything +about the meaning of duty, for he never +has to work excepting to get enough to +eat. So, when Farmer Brown's boy +started for the barn instead of for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[Pg 60]</a></span> +Green Forest, Blacky didn't know what +to make of it. He screamed harder +and louder than ever, until his voice +grew so hoarse he couldn't scream any +more, but Farmer Brown's boy kept +right on to the barn.</p> + +<p>"I'd like to know what you're making +such a fuss about, Mr. Crow, but +I've got to feed the cows and milk them +first," said he.</p> + +<p>Now all this time the other little people +of the Green Forest and the Green +Meadows had been hiding where they +could see all that went on. When +Farmer Brown's boy disappeared in +the barn, Chatterer the Red Squirrel +snickered right out loud. "Ha, ha, +ha! This is a great plan of yours, +Blacky! Ha, ha, ha!" he shouted. +Blacky couldn't find a word to say. +He just hung his head, which is something +Blacky seldom does.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[Pg 61]</a></span>"Perhaps if we wait until he comes +out again, he will come over here," said +Sammy Jay, who had joined Blacky. +So it was decided to wait. It seemed +as if Farmer Brown's boy never would +come out, but at last he did. Blacky +and Sammy Jay at once began to +scream and make all the fuss they +could. Farmer Brown's boy took the +two pails of milk into the house, then +out he came and started straight for +the Green Forest. He was so curious +to know what it all meant that he +couldn't wait another minute.</p> + +<p>Now there was some one else with a +great deal of curiosity also. He had +heard the screaming of Blacky the +Crow and Sammy Jay, and he had listened +until he couldn't stand it another +minute. He just <i>had</i> to know what it +was all about. So at the same time +Farmer Brown's boy started for the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[Pg 62]</a></span> +Green Forest, this other listener started +towards the place where Blacky and +Sammy were making such a racket. +He walked very softly so as not to make +a sound. It was Buster Bear.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[Pg 63]</a></span><a name="BOY" id="BOY">XIII</a></h2> + +<h3>FARMER BROWN'S BOY AND BUSTER<br /> +BEAR MEET</h3> + +<div class="block2"> +<p>If you should meet with Buster Bear<br /> +<span class="one">While walking through the wood,</span><br /> +What would you do? Now tell me true,<br /> +<span class="one"><i>I'd</i> run the best I could.</span></p> +</div> + +<p>That is what Farmer Brown's +boy did when he met Buster +Bear, and a lot of the little people +of the Green Forest and some from +the Green Meadows saw him. When +Farmer Brown's boy came hurrying +home from the Laughing Brook without +any fish one day and told about the +great footprint he had seen in a muddy +place on the bank deep in the Green +Forest, and had said his was sure that it +was the footprint of a Bear, he had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[Pg 64]</a></span> +been laughed at. Farmer Brown had +laughed and laughed.</p> + +<p>"Why," said he, "there hasn't been +a Bear in the Green Forest for years +and years and years, not since my own +grandfather was a little boy, and that, +you know, was a long, long, long time +ago. If you want to find Mr. Bear, you +will have to go to the Great Woods. I +don't know who made that footprint, +but it certainly couldn't have been a +Bear. I think you must have imagined +it."</p> + +<p>Then he had laughed some more, all of +which goes to show how easy it is to be +mistaken, and how foolish it is to laugh +at things you really don't know about. +Buster Bear <i>had</i> come to live in the +Green Forest, and Farmer Brown's boy +<i>had</i> seen his footprint. But Farmer +Brown laughed so much and made fun +of him so much, that at last his boy be<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[Pg 65]</a></span>gan +to think that he must have been +mistaken after all. So when he heard +Blacky the Crow and Sammy Jay making +a great fuss near the edge of the +Green Forest, he never once thought of +Buster Bear, as he started over to see +what was going on.</p> + +<p>When Blacky and Sammy saw him +coming, they moved a little farther in +to the Green Forest, still screaming +in the most excited way. They felt +sure that Farmer Brown's boy would +follow them, and they meant to lead +him to where Sammy had seen Buster +Bear that morning. Then they would +find out for sure if what Little Joe +Otter had said was true,—that Farmer +Brown's boy really was afraid of Buster +Bear.</p> + +<p>Now all around, behind trees and +stumps, and under thick branches, and +even in tree tops, were other little peo<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[Pg 66]</a></span>ple +watching with round, wide-open +eyes to see what would happen. It +was very exciting, the most exciting +thing they could remember. You see, +they had come to believe that Farmer +Brown's boy wasn't afraid of anybody +or anything, and as most of them were +very much afraid of him, they had hard +work to believe that he would really be +afraid of even such a great, big, strong +fellow as Buster Bear. Every one was +so busy watching Farmer Brown's boy +that no one saw Buster coming from +the other direction.</p> + +<p>You see, Buster walked very softly. +Big as he is, he can walk without making +the teeniest, weeniest sound. And +that is how it happened that no one saw +him or heard him until just as Farmer +Brown's boy stepped out from behind +one side of a thick little hemlock-tree, +Buster Bear stepped out from behind<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[Pg 67]</a></span> +the other side of that same little tree, +and there they were face to face! +Then everybody held their breath, even +Blacky the Crow and Sammy Jay. +For just a little minute it was so still +there in the Green Forest that not the +least little sound could be heard. What +was going to happen?</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[Pg 68]</a></span><a name="SURPRISE" id="SURPRISE">XIV</a></h2> + +<h3>A SURPRISING THING HAPPENS</h3> + +<p>Blacky the Crow and +Sammy Jay, looking down from +the top of a tall tree, held their +breath. Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel +and his cousin, Chatterer the Red +Squirrel, looking down from another +tree, held <i>their</i> breath. Unc' Billy +Possum, sticking his head out from a +hollow tree, held <i>his</i> breath. Bobby +Coon, looking through a hole in a hollow +stump in which he was hiding, +held <i>his</i> breath. Reddy Fox, lying flat +down behind a heap of brush, held <i>his</i> +breath. Peter Rabbit, sitting bolt upright +under a thick hemlock branch, +with eyes and ears wide open, held <i>his</i><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[Pg 69]</a></span> +breath. And all the other little people +who happened to be where they could +see did the same thing.</p> + +<p>You see, it was the most exciting moment +ever was in the Green Forest. +Farmer Brown's boy had just stepped +out from behind one side of a little +hemlock-tree and Buster Bear had just +stepped out from behind the opposite +side of the little hemlock-tree and +neither had known that the other was +anywhere near. For a whole minute +they stood there face to face, gazing +into each other's eyes, while everybody +watched and waited, and it seemed as +if the whole Green Forest was holding +its breath.</p> + +<p>Then something happened. Yes, +Sir, something happened. Farmer +Brown's boy opened his mouth and +yelled! It was such a sudden yell and +such a loud yell that it startled Chat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[Pg 70]</a></span>terer +so that he nearly fell from his +place in the tree, and it made Reddy Fox +jump to his feet ready to run. And +that yell was a yell of fright. There +was no doubt about it, for with the yell +Farmer Brown's boy turned and ran +for home, as no one ever had seen him +run before. He ran just as Peter Rabbit +runs when he has got to reach the +dear Old Briar-patch before Reddy +Fox can catch him, which, you know, is +as fast as he can run. Once he stumbled +and fell, but he scrambled to his +feet in a twinkling, and away he went +without once turning his head to see if +Buster Bear was after him. There +wasn't any doubt that he was afraid, +very much afraid.</p> + +<p>Everybody leaned forward to watch +him. "What did I tell you? Didn't I +say that he was afraid of Buster Bear?"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[Pg 71]</a></span> +cried Little Joe Otter, dancing about +with excitement.</p> + +<p>"You were right, Little Joe! I'm +sorry that I doubted it. See him go! +Caw, caw, caw!" shrieked Blacky the +Crow.</p> + +<p>For a minute or two everybody forgot +about Buster Bear. Then there +was a great crash which made everybody +turn to look the other way. +What do you think they saw? Why, +Buster Bear was running away too, +and he was running twice as fast +as Farmer Brown's boy! He bumped +into trees and crashed through bushes +and jumped over logs, and in almost no +time at all he was out of sight. Altogether +it was the most surprising thing +that the little people of the Green Forest +ever had seen.</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="RUN" id="RUN"></a><!-- Image 7 --> +<img src="images/illus-071s.jpg" class="jpg" height="531" width="400" alt="Buster Bear was running away, too" +title="Page 71" /> +<span class="image"><a name="away" id="away" href="images/illus-071x.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>Buster Bear was running away, too.<br /><i>Page 71.</i></strong><br /><br /><br /></p> + +<p>Sammy Jay looked at Blacky the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[Pg 72]</a></span> +Crow, and Blacky looked at Chatterer, and +Chatterer looked at Happy Jack, +and Happy Jack looked at Peter Rabbit, +and Peter looked at Unc' Billy +Possum, and Unc' Billy looked at +Bobby Coon, and Bobby looked at +Johnny Chuck, and Johnny looked at +Reddy Fox, and Reddy looked at +Jimmy Skunk, and Jimmy looked at +Billy Mink, and Billy looked at Little +Joe Otter, and for a minute nobody +could say a word. Then Little Joe +gave a funny little gasp.</p> + +<p>"Why, why-e-e!" said he, "I believe +Buster Bear is afraid too!" Unc' Billy +Possum chuckled. "Ah believe yo' are +right again, Brer Otter," said he. "It +cert'nly does look so. If Brer Bear +isn't scared, he must have remembered +something impo'tant and has gone to +attend to it in a powerful hurry."</p> + +<p>Then everybody began to laugh.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[Pg 73]</a></span><a name="FALLEN" id="FALLEN">XV</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR IS A FALLEN HERO</h3> + +<p>A fallen hero is some one to +whom every one has looked up +as very brave and then proves to +be less brave than he was supposed to +be. That was the way with Buster +Bear. When Little Joe Otter had told +how Farmer Brown's boy had been +afraid at the mere sight of one of Buster +Bear's big footprints, they had at +once made a hero of Buster. At least +some of them had. As this was the first +time, the very first time, that they had +ever known any one who lives in the +Green Forest to make Farmer Brown's +boy run away, they looked on Buster<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[Pg 74]</a></span> +Bear with a great deal of respect and +were very proud of him.</p> + +<p>But now they had seen Buster Bear +and Farmer Brown's boy meet face to +face; and while it was true that Farmer +Brown's boy had run away as fast as +ever he could, it was also true that Buster +Bear had done the same thing. +He had run even faster than Farmer +Brown's boy, and had hidden in the +most lonely place he could find in the +very deepest part of the Green Forest. +It was hard to believe, but it was true. +And right away everybody lost a great +deal of the respect for Buster which +they had felt. It is always that way. +They began to say unkind things about +him. They said them among themselves, +and some of them even said them +to Buster when they met him, or said +them so that he would hear them.</p> + +<p>Of course Blacky the Crow and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[Pg 75]</a></span> +Sammy Jay, who, because they can fly, +have nothing to fear from Buster, +and who always delight in making +other people uncomfortable, never let a +chance go by to tell Buster and everybody +else within hearing what they +thought of him. They delighted in flying +about through the Green Forest +until they had found Buster Bear and +then from the safety of the tree tops +screaming at him.</p> + +<div class="block2"> +<p>"Buster Bear is big and strong;<br /> +His teeth are big; his claws are long;<br /> +In spite of these he runs away<br /> +And hides himself the livelong day!"</p> +</div> + +<p>A dozen times a day Buster would +hear them screaming this. He would +grind his teeth and glare up at them, +but that was all he could do. He +couldn't get at them. He just had to +stand it and do nothing. But when impudent +little Chatterer the Red Squir<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[Pg 76]</a></span>rel +shouted the same thing from a place +just out of reach in a big pine-tree, +Buster could stand it no longer. He +gave a deep, angry growl that made little +shivers run over Chatterer, and then +suddenly he started up that tree after +Chatterer. With a frightened little +shriek Chatterer scampered to the top +of the tree. He hadn't known that +Buster could climb. But Buster is a +splendid climber, especially when the +tree is big and stout as this one was, +and now he went up after Chatterer, +growling angrily.</p> + +<p>How Chatterer did wish that he had +kept his tongue still! He ran to the +very top of the tree, so frightened that +his teeth chattered, and when he looked +down and saw Buster's great mouth +coming nearer and nearer, he nearly +tumbled down with terror. The worst +of it was there wasn't another tree near<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[Pg 77]</a></span> +enough for him to jump to. He was in +trouble this time, was Chatterer, sure +enough! And there was no one to help +him.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[Pg 78]</a></span><a name="RED" id="RED">XVI</a></h2> + +<h3>CHATTERER THE RED SQUIRREL JUMPS<br /> +FOR HIS LIFE</h3> + +<p>It isn't very often that Chatterer the +Red Squirrel knows fear. That is +one reason that he is so often impudent +and saucy. But once in a while +a great fear takes possession of him, as +when he knows that Shadow the Weasel +is looking for him. You see, he knows +that Shadow can go wherever he can go. +There are very few of the little people +of the Green Forest and the Green +Meadows who do not know fear at some +time or other, but it comes to Chatterer +as seldom as to any one, because he is +very sure of himself and his ability to +hide or run away from danger.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[Pg 79]</a></span>But now as he clung to a little branch +near the top of a tall pine-tree in the +Green Forest and looked down at the +big sharp teeth of Buster Bear drawing +nearer and nearer, and listened to +the deep, angry growls that made his +hair stand on end, Chatterer was too +frightened to think. If only he had +kept his tongue still instead of saying +hateful things to Buster Bear! If only +he had known that Buster could climb a +tree! If only he had chosen a tree +near enough to other trees for him to +jump across! But he <i>had</i> said hateful +things, he <i>had</i> chosen to sit in a tree +which stood quite by itself, and Buster +Bear <i>could</i> climb! Chatterer was in +the worst kind of trouble, and there was +no one to blame but himself. That is +usually the case with those who get into +trouble.</p> + +<p>Nearer and nearer came Buster<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[Pg 80]</a></span> +Bear, and deeper and angrier sounded +his voice. Chatterer gave a little +frightened gasp and looked this way +and looked that way. What should he +do? What <i>could</i> he do! The ground +seemed a terrible distance below. If +only he had wings like Sammy Jay! +But he hadn't.</p> + +<p>"Gr-r-r-r!" growled Buster Bear. +"I'll teach you manners! I'll teach +you to treat your betters with respect! +I'll swallow you whole, that's what I'll +do. Gr-r-r-r!"</p> + +<p>"Oh!" cried Chatterer.</p> + +<p>"Gr-r-r-r! I'll eat you all up to the +last hair on your tail!" growled Buster, +scrambling a little nearer.</p> + +<p>"Oh! Oh!" cried Chatterer, and ran +out to the very tip of the little branch +to which he had been clinging. Now if +Chatterer had only known it, Buster +Bear couldn't reach him way up there,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[Pg 81]</a></span> +because the tree was too small at the +top for such a big fellow as Buster. +But Chatterer didn't think of that. +He gave one more frightened look down +at those big teeth, then he shut his eyes +and jumped—jumped straight out for +the far-away ground.</p> + +<p>It was a long, long, long way down to +the ground, and it certainly looked as +if such a little fellow as Chatterer must +be killed. But Chatterer had learned +from Old Mother Nature that she had +given him certain things to help him at +just such times, and one of them is the +power to spread himself very flat. He +did it now. He spread his arms and +legs out just as far as he could, and that +kept him from falling as fast and as +hard as he otherwise would have done, +because being spread out so flat that +way, the air held him up a little. And +then there was his tail, that funny little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[Pg 82]</a></span> +tail he is so fond of jerking when +he scolds. This helped him too. It +helped him keep his balance and keep +from turning over and over.</p> + +<p>Down, down, down he sailed and +landed on his feet. Of course, he hit +the ground pretty hard, and for just a +second he quite lost his breath. But it +was only for a second, and then he was +scurrying off as fast as a frightened +Squirrel could. Buster Bear watched +him and grinned.</p> + +<p>"I didn't catch him that time," he +growled, "but I guess I gave him a good +fright and taught him a lesson."</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[Pg 83]</a></span><a name="GOES" id="GOES">XVII</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR GOES BERRYING</h3> + +<p>Buster Bear is a great hand to +talk to himself when he thinks +no one is around to overhear. +It's a habit. However, it isn't a bad +habit unless it is carried too far. Any +habit becomes bad, if it is carried too +far. Suppose you had a secret, a real +secret, something that nobody else +knew and that you didn't want anybody +else to know. And suppose you had +the habit of talking to yourself. You +might, without thinking, you know, tell +that secret out loud to yourself, and +some one might, just might happen to +overhear! Then there wouldn't be any +secret. That is the way that a habit<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[Pg 84]</a></span> +which isn't bad in itself can become bad +when it is carried too far.</p> + +<p>Now Buster Bear had lived by himself +in the Great Woods so long that +this habit of talking to himself had +grown and grown. He did it just to +keep from being lonesome. Of course, +when he came down to the Green Forest +to live, he brought all his habits with +him. That is one thing about habits,—you +always take them with you wherever +you go. So Buster brought this +habit of talking to himself down to the +Green Forest, where he had many more +neighbors than he had in the Great +Woods.</p> + +<p>"Let me see, let me see, what is there +to tempt my appetite?" said Buster in +his deep, grumbly-rumbly voice. "I +find my appetite isn't what it ought to +be. I need a change. Yes, Sir, I need +a change. There is something I ought<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[Pg 85]</a></span> +to have at this time of year, and I +haven't got it. There is something that +I used to have and don't have now. +Ha! I know! I need some fresh +fruit. That's it—fresh fruit! It must +be about berry time now, and I'd forgotten +all about it. My, my, my, how +good some berries would taste! Now +if I were back up there in the Great +Woods I could have all I could eat. +Um-m-m-m! Makes my mouth water +just to think of it. There ought to be +some up in the Old Pasture. There +ought to be a lot of 'em up there. If I +wasn't afraid that some one would see +me, I'd go up there."</p> + +<p>Buster sighed. Then he sighed +again. The more he thought about +those berries he felt sure were growing +in the Old Pasture, the more he wanted +some. It seemed to him that never in +all his life had he wanted berries as he<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[Pg 86]</a></span> +did now. He wandered about uneasily. +He was hungry—hungry for berries +and nothing else. By and by he began +talking to himself again.</p> + +<p>"If I wasn't afraid of being seen, I'd +go up to the Old Pasture this very minute. +Seems as if I could taste those +berries." He licked his lips hungrily +as he spoke. Then his face brightened. +"I know what I'll do! I'll go up there +at the very first peep of day to-morrow. +I can eat all I want and get back to the +Green Forest before there is any danger +that Farmer Brown's boy or any +one else I'm afraid of will see me. +That's just what I'll do. My, I wish +to-morrow morning would hurry up +and come."</p> + +<p>Now though Buster didn't know it, +some one had been listening, and that +some one was none other than Sammy +Jay. When at last Buster lay down<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[Pg 87]</a></span> +for a nap, Sammy flew away, chuckling +to himself. "I believe I'll visit the Old +Pasture to-morrow morning myself," +thought he. "I have an idea that something +interesting may happen if Buster +doesn't change his mind."</p> + +<p>Sammy was on the lookout very early +the next morning. The first Jolly Little +Sunbeams had only reached the +Green Meadows and had not started to +creep into the Green Forest, when he +saw a big, dark form steal out of the +Green Forest where it joins the Old +Pasture. It moved very swiftly and +silently, as if in a great hurry. Sammy +knew who it was: it was Buster Bear, +and he was going berrying. Sammy +waited a little until he could see better. +Then he too started for the Old Pasture.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[Pg 88]</a></span><a name="ELSE" id="ELSE">XVIII</a></h2> + +<h3>SOMEBODY ELSE GOES BERRYING</h3> + +<p>Isn't it funny how two people will +often think of the same thing at +the same time, and neither one +know that the other is thinking of it? +That is just what happened the day +that Buster Bear first thought of going +berrying. While he was walking +around in the Green Forest, talking to +himself about how hungry he was for +some berries and how sure he was that +there must be some up in the Old Pasture, +some one else was thinking about +berries and about the Old Pasture too.</p> + +<p>"Will you make me a berry pie if I +will get the berries to-morrow?" asked +Farmer Brown's boy of his mother.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[Pg 89]</a></span>Of course Mrs. Brown promised +that she would, and so that night +Farmer Brown's boy went to bed very +early that he might get up early in the +morning, and all night long he dreamed +of berries and berry pies. He was +awake even before jolly, round, red +Mr. Sun thought it was time to get up, +and he was all ready to start for the +Old Pasture when the first Jolly Little +Sunbeams came dancing across the +Green Meadows. He carried a big tin +pail, and in the bottom of it, wrapped up +in a piece of paper, was a lunch, for he +meant to stay until he filled that pail, if +it took all day.</p> + +<p>Now the Old Pasture is very large. +It lies at the foot of the Big Mountain, +and even extends a little way up on the +Big Mountain. There is room in it for +many people to pick berries all day +without even seeing each other, unless<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[Pg 90]</a></span> +they roam about a great deal. You see, +the bushes grow very thick there, and +you cannot see very far in any direction. +Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had +climbed a little way up in the sky by the +time Farmer Brown's boy reached the +Old Pasture, and was smiling down on +all the Great World, and all the Great +World seemed to be smiling back. +Farmer Brown's boy started to whistle, +and then he stopped.</p> + +<p>"If I whistle," thought he, "everybody +will know just where I am, and +will keep out of sight, and I never can +get acquainted with folks if they keep +out of sight."</p> + +<p>You see, Farmer Brown's boy was +just beginning to understand something +that Peter Rabbit and the other little +people of the Green Meadows and the +Green Forest learned almost as soon as +they learned to walk,—that if you don't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[Pg 91]</a></span> +want to be seen, you mustn't be heard. +So he didn't whistle as he felt like doing, +and he tried not to make a bit of +noise as he followed an old cow-path +towards a place where he knew the berries +grew thick and oh, so big, and all +the time he kept his eyes wide open, and +he kept his ears open too.</p> + +<p>That is how he happened to hear a +little cry, a very faint little cry. If he +had been whistling, he wouldn't have +heard it at all. He stopped to listen. +He never had heard a cry just like it +before. At first he couldn't make out +just what it was or where it came from. +But one thing he was sure of, and that +was that it was a cry of fright. He +stood perfectly still and listened with +all his might. There it was again—"Help! +Help! Help"—and it was very +faint and sounded terribly frightened. +He waited a minute or two, but heard<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[Pg 92]</a></span> +nothing more. Then he put down his +pail and began a hurried look here, +there, and everywhere. He was sure +that it had come from somewhere on +the ground, so he peered behind bushes +and peeped behind logs and stones, and +then just as he had about given up hope +of finding where it came from, he went +around a little turn in the old cow-path, +and there right in front of him was little +Mr. Gartersnake, and what do you +think he was doing? Well, I don't like +to tell you, but he was trying to swallow +one of the children of Stickytoes the +Tree Toad. Of course Farmer Brown's +Boy didn't let him. He made little Mr. +Gartersnake set Master Stickytoes free +and held Mr. Gartersnake until Master +Stickytoes was safely out of reach.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[Pg 93]</a></span><a name="FINE" id="FINE">XIX</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR HAS A FINE TIME</h3> + +<p>Buster Bear was having the +finest time he had had since he +came down from the Great +Woods to live in the Green Forest. To +be sure, he wasn't in the Green Forest +now, but he wasn't far from it. He +was in the Old Pasture, one edge of +which touches one edge of the Green +Forest. And where do you think he +was, in the Old Pasture? Why, right +in the middle of the biggest patch of the +biggest blueberries he ever had seen in +all his life! Now if there is any one +thing that Buster Bear had rather have +above another, it is all the berries he +can eat, unless it be honey. Nothing<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[Pg 94]</a></span> +can quite equal honey in Buster's mind. +But next to honey give him berries. +He isn't particular what kind of berries. +Raspberries, blackberries, or +blueberries, either kind, will make him +perfectly happy.</p> + +<p>"Um-m-m, my, my, but these are +good!" he mumbled in his deep grumbly-rumbly +voice, as he sat on his +haunches stripping off the berries +greedily. His little eyes twinkled with +enjoyment, and he didn't mind at all if +now and then he got leaves, and some +green berries in his mouth with the big +ripe berries. He didn't try to get them +out. Oh, my, no! He just chomped +them all up together and patted his +stomach from sheer delight. Now Buster +had reached the Old Pasture just +as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun had crept +out of bed, and he had fully made up +his mind that he would be back in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[Pg 95]</a></span> +Green Forest before Mr. Sun had +climbed very far up in the blue, blue +sky. You see, big as he is and strong +as he is, Buster Bear is very shy and +bashful, and he has no desire to meet +Farmer Brown, or Farmer Brown's +boy, or any other of those two-legged +creatures called men. It seems funny +but he actually is afraid of them. And +he had a feeling that he was a great deal +more likely to meet one of them in the +Old Pasture than deep in the Green +Forest.</p> + +<p>So when he started to look for berries, +he made up his mind that he would +eat what he could in a great hurry and +get back to the Green Forest before +Farmer Brown's boy was more than out +of bed. But when he found those berries +he was so hungry that he forgot his +fears and everything else. They tasted +so good that he just had to eat and eat<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[Pg 96]</a></span> +and eat. Now you know that Buster +is a very big fellow, and it takes a lot +to fill him up. He kept eating and eating +and eating, and the more he ate the +more he wanted. You know how it is. +So he wandered from one patch of berries +to another in the Old Pasture, and +never once thought of the time. Somehow, +time is the hardest thing in the +world to remember, when you are having +a good time.</p> + +<p>Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun climbed +higher and higher in the blue, blue sky. +He looked down on all the Great World +and saw all that was going on. He saw +Buster Bear in the Old Pasture, and +smiled as he saw what a perfectly glorious +time Buster was having. And he +saw something else in the Old Pasture +that made his smile still broader. He +saw Farmer Brown's boy filling a great +tin pail with blueberries, and he knew<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[Pg 97]</a></span> +that Farmer Brown's boy didn't know +that Buster Bear was anywhere about, +and he knew that Buster Bear didn't +know that Farmer Brown's boy was +anywhere about, and somehow he felt +very sure that he would see something +funny happen if they should chance to +meet.</p> + +<p>"Um-m-m, um-m-m," mumbled Buster +Bear with his mouth full, as he +moved along to another patch of berries. +And then he gave a little gasp of +surprise and delight. Right in front +of him was a shiny thing just full +of the finest, biggest, bluest berries! +There were no leaves or green ones +there. Buster blinked his greedy little +eyes rapidly and looked again. No, he +wasn't dreaming. They were real berries, +and all he had got to do was to +help himself. Buster looked sharply +at the shiny thing that held the berries.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[Pg 98]</a></span> +It seemed perfectly harmless. He +reached out a big paw and pushed it +gently. It tipped over and spilled out +a lot of the berries. Yes, it was perfectly +harmless. Buster gave a little +sigh of pure happiness. He would eat +those berries to the last one, and then +he would go home to the Green Forest.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[Pg 99]</a></span><a name="CARRIES" id="CARRIES">XX</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR CARRIES OFF THE PAIL<br /> +OF FARMER BROWN'S BOY</h3> + +<p>The question is, did Buster Bear +steal Farmer Brown's boy's +pail? To steal is to take something +which belongs to some one else. +There is no doubt that he stole the berries +that were in the pail when he found +it, for he deliberately ate them. He +knew well enough that some one must +have picked them—for whoever heard +of blueberries growing in tin pails? So +there is no doubt that when Buster took +them, he stole them. But with the pail +it was different. He took the pail, but +he didn't mean to take it. In fact, he +didn't want that pail at all.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[Pg 100]</a></span>You see it was this way: When Buster +found that big tin pail brimming +full of delicious berries in the shade of +that big bush in the Old Pasture, he +didn't stop to think whether or not he +had a right to them. Buster is so fond +of berries that from the very second +that his greedy little eyes saw that pailful, +he forgot everything but the feast +that was waiting for him right under +his very nose. He didn't think anything +about the right or wrong of helping +himself. There before him were +more berries than he had ever seen together +at one time in all his life, and +all he had to do was to eat and eat and +eat. And that is just what he did do. +Of course he upset the pail, but he +didn't mind a little thing like that. +When he had gobbled up all the berries +that rolled out, he thrust his nose into +the pail to get all that were left in it.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[Pg 101]</a></span> +Just then he heard a little noise, as if +some one were coming. He threw up +his head to listen, and somehow, he +never did know just how, the handle of +the pail slipped back over his ears and +caught there.</p> + +<p>This was bad enough, but to make +matters worse, just at that very minute +he heard a shrill, angry voice shout, +"Hi, there! Get out of there!" He +didn't need to be told whose voice that +was. It was the voice of Farmer +Brown's boy. Right then and there +Buster Bear nearly had a fit. There +was that awful pail fast over his head +so that he couldn't see a thing. Of +course, that meant that he couldn't run +away, which was the thing of all things +he most wanted to do, for big as he is +and strong as he is, Buster is very shy +and bashful when human beings are +around. He growled and whined and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[Pg 102]</a></span> +squealed. He tried to back out of the +pail and couldn't. He tried to shake it +off and couldn't. He tried to pull it +off, but somehow he couldn't get hold of +it. Then there was another yell. If +Buster hadn't been so frightened himself, +he might have recognized that second +yell as one of fright, for that is +what it was. You see Farmer Brown's +boy had just discovered Buster Bear. +When he had yelled the first time, he +had supposed that it was one of the +young cattle who live in the Old Pasture +all summer, but when he saw Buster, +he was just as badly frightened as Buster +himself. In fact, he was too surprised +and frightened even to run. +After that second yell he just stood still +and stared.</p> + +<p>Buster clawed at that awful thing on +his head more frantically than ever. +Suddenly it slipped off, so that he could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[Pg 103]</a></span> +see. He gave one frightened look at +Farmer Brown's boy, and then with a +mighty "Woof!" he started for the +Green Forest as fast as his legs could +take him, and this was very fast indeed, +let me tell you. He didn't stop to pick +out a path, but just crashed through the +bushes as if they were nothing at all, +just nothing at all. But the funniest +thing of all is this—he took that pail +with him! Yes, Sir, Buster Bear ran +away with the big tin pail of Farmer +Brown's boy! You see when it slipped +off his head, the handle was still around +his neck, and there he was running away +with a pail hanging from his neck! He +didn't want it. He would have given +anything to get rid of it. But he took +it because he couldn't help it. And +that brings us back to the question, did +Buster steal Farmer Brown's boy's +pail? What do you think?</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[Pg 104]</a></span><a name="JAY" id="JAY">XXI</a></h2> + +<h3>SAMMY JAY MAKES THINGS WORSE<br /> +FOR BUSTER BEAR</h3> + +<p>"Thief, thief, thief! Thief, +thief, thief!" Sammy Jay was +screaming at the top of his +lungs, as he followed Buster Bear +across the Old Pasture towards the +Green Forest. Never had he screamed +so loud, and never had his voice sounded +so excited. The little people of the +Green Forest, the Green Meadows, and +the Smiling Pool are so used to hearing +Sammy cry thief that usually they think +very little about it. But every blessed +one who heard Sammy this morning +stopped whatever he was doing and +pricked up his ears to listen.</p> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[Pg 105]</a></span>Sammy's cousin, Blacky the Crow, +just happened to be flying along the +edge of the Old Pasture, and the minute +he heard Sammy's voice, he turned +and flew over to see what it was all +about. Just as soon as he caught sight +of Buster Bear running for the Green +Forest as hard as ever he could, he understood +what had excited Sammy so. +He was so surprised that he almost forgot +to keep his wings moving. Buster +Bear had what looked to Blacky very +much like a tin pail hanging from his +neck! No wonder Sammy was excited. +Blacky beat his wings fiercely and +started after Sammy.</p> + +<p>And so they reached the edge of the +Green Forest, Buster Bear running as +hard as ever he could, Sammy Jay flying +just behind him and screaming, "Thief, +thief, thief!" at the top of his lungs, +and behind him Blacky the Crow, trying<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[Pg 106]</a></span> +to catch up and yelling as loud as he +could, "Caw, caw, caw! Come on, +everybody! Come on! Come on!"</p> + +<p>Poor Buster! It was bad enough to +be frightened almost to death as he had +been up in the Old Pasture when the +pail had caught over his head just as +Farmer Brown's boy had yelled at him. +Then to have the handle of the pail slip +down around his neck so that he +couldn't get rid of the pail but had to +take it with him as he ran, was making +a bad matter worse. Now to have all +his neighbors of the Green Forest see +him in such a fix and make fun of him, +was more than he could stand. He +felt humiliated. That is just another +way of saying shamed. Yes, Sir, +Buster felt that he was shamed in +the eyes of his neighbors, and he wanted +nothing so much as to get away by himself, +where no one could see him, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[Pg 107]</a></span> +try to get rid of that dreadful pail. +But Buster is so big that it is not easy +for him to find a hiding place. So, +when he reached the Green Forest, he +kept right on to the deepest, darkest, +most lonesome part and crept under the +thickest hemlock-tree he could find.</p> + +<p>But it was of no use. The sharp eyes +of Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow +saw him. They actually flew into the +very tree under which he was hiding, +and how they did scream! Pretty soon +Ol' Mistah Buzzard came dropping +down out of the blue, blue sky and took +a seat on a convenient dead tree, where +he could see all that went on. Ol' Mistah +Buzzard began to grin as soon as he +saw that tin pail on Buster's neck. +Then came others,—Redtail the Hawk, +Scrapper the Kingbird, Redwing the +Blackbird, Drummer the Woodpecker, +Welcome Robin, Tommy Tit the Chick<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[Pg 108]</a></span>adee, +Jenny Wren, Redeye the Vireo, +and ever so many more. They came +from the Old Orchard, the Green Meadows, +and even down by the Smiling +Pool, for the voices of Sammy Jay and +Blacky the Crow carried far, and at the +sound of them everybody hurried over, +sure that something exciting was going +on.</p> + +<p>Presently Buster heard light footsteps, +and peeping out, he saw Billy +Mink and Peter Rabbit and Jumper +the Hare and Prickly Porky and Reddy +Fox and Jimmy Skunk. Even timid +little Whitefoot the Wood Mouse was +where he could peer out and see without +being seen. Of course, Chatterer +the Red Squirrel and Happy Jack the +Gray Squirrel were there. There they +all sat in a great circle around him, each +where he felt safe, but where he could<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[Pg 109]</a></span> +see, and every one of them laughing and +making fun of Buster.</p> + +<p>"Thief, thief, thief!" screamed +Sammy until his throat was sore. The +worst of it was Buster knew that everybody +knew that it was true. That awful +pail was proof of it.</p> + +<p>"I wish I never had thought of berries," +growled Buster to himself.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[Pg 110]</a></span><a name="FIT" id="FIT">XXII</a></h2> + +<h3>BUSTER BEAR HAS A FIT OF TEMPER</h3> + +<div class="block"> +<p> +A temper is a bad, bad thing<br /> +<span class="one">When once it gets away.</span><br /> +There's nothing quite at all like it<br /> +<span class="one">To spoil a pleasant day.</span><br /> +</p> +</div> + +<p>Buster Bear was in a terrible +temper. Yes, Sir, Buster Bear +was having the worst fit of +temper ever seen in the Green Forest. +And the worst part of it all was that all +his neighbors of the Green Forest and +a whole lot from the Green Meadows +and the Smiling Pool were also there to +see it. It is bad enough to give way to +temper when you are all alone, and +there is no one to watch you, but when +you let temper get the best of you right<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[Pg 111]</a></span> +where others see you, oh, dear, dear, it +certainly is a sorry sight.</p> + +<p>Now ordinarily Buster is one of the +most good-natured persons in the +world. It takes a great deal to rouse +his temper. He isn't one tenth so +quick tempered as Chatterer the Red +Squirrel, or Sammy Jay, or Reddy +Fox. But when his temper is aroused +and gets away from him, then watch +out! It seemed to Buster that he had +had all that he could stand that day and +a little more. First had come the fright +back there in the Old Pasture. Then +the pail had slipped down behind his +ears and held fast, so he had run all the +way to the Green Forest with it hanging +about his neck. This was bad +enough, for he knew just how funny he +must look, and besides, it was very uncomfortable. +But to have Sammy Jay +call everybody within hearing to come<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[Pg 112]</a></span> +and see him was more than he could +stand. It seemed to Buster as if everybody +who lives in the Green Forest, on +the Green Meadows, or around the +Smiling Brook, was sitting around his +hiding place, laughing and making fun +of him. It was more than any self-respecting +Bear could stand.</p> + +<p>With a roar of anger Buster Bear +charged out of his hiding place. He +rushed this way and that way! He +roared with all his might! He was +very terrible to see. Those who could +fly, flew. Those who could climb, +climbed. And those who were swift of +foot, ran. A few who could neither fly +nor climb nor run fast, hid and lay shaking +and trembling for fear that Buster +would find them. In less time than it +takes to tell about it, Buster was alone. +At least, he couldn't see any one.</p> + + +<p class="center"><span class="toill"><a href="#Illus">Illus</a></span><a name="FLEW" id="FLEW"></a><!-- Image 8 --> +<img src="images/illus-125s.jpg" class="jpg" height="522" width="400" alt="Those who could fly, flew. Those who could climb, climbed." title="Page 112." /> +<span class="image"><a name="fly" id="fly" href="images/illus-125x.jpg" class="image"><br /> +View larger image</a></span><br /><br /> +<strong>Those who could fly, flew. Those who could<br />climb, climbed. <i>Page 112.</i></strong><br /><br /><br /></p> + + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[Pg 113]</a></span>Then he vented his temper on the tin +pail. He cuffed at it and pulled at it, +all the time growling angrily. He lay +down and clawed at it with his hind +feet. At last the handle broke, and he +was free! He shook himself. Then he +jumped on the helpless pail. With a +blow of a big paw he sent it clattering +against a tree. He tried to bite it. +Then he once more fell to knocking it +this way and that way, until it was +pounded flat, and no one would ever +have guessed that it had once been a +pail.</p> + +<p>Then, and not till then, did Buster +recover his usual good nature. Little +by little, as he thought it all over, a +look of shame crept into his face. "I—I +guess it wasn't the fault of that +thing. I ought to have known enough +to keep my head out of it," he said +slowly and thoughtfully.</p> + +<p>"You got no more than you deserve<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[Pg 114]</a></span> +for stealing Farmer Brown's boy's berries," +said Sammy Jay, who had come +back and was looking on from the top +of a tree. "You ought to know by this +time that no good comes of stealing."</p> + +<p>Buster Bear looked up and grinned, +and there was a twinkle in his eyes. +"You ought to know, Sammy Jay," +said he. "I hope you'll always remember +it."</p> + +<p>"Thief, thief, thief!" screamed +Sammy, and flew away.</p> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + +<hr /> + +<h2 class="space"><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</a></span><a name="LUNCH" id="LUNCH">XXIII</a></h2> + +<h3>FARMER BROWN'S BOY LUNCHES ON<br /> +BERRIES</h3> + +<p style="margin-left: 13em;">When things go wrong in spite of you<br /> +To smile's the best thing you can do—<br /> +To smile and say, "I'm mighty glad<br /> +They are no worse; they're not so bad!"</p> + +<p>That is what Farmer Brown's +boy said when he found that +Buster Bear had stolen the berries +he had worked so hard to pick and +then had run off with the pail. You +see, Farmer Brown's boy is learning to +be something of a philosopher, one of +those people who accept bad things +cheerfully and right away see how they +are better than they might have been. +When he had first heard some one in<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</a></span> +the bushes where he had hidden his pail +of berries, he had been very sure that +it was one of the cows or young cattle +who live in the Old Pasture during the +summer. He had been afraid that they +might stupidly kick over the pail and +spill the berries, and he had hurried +to drive whoever it was away. It +hadn't entered his head that it could +be anybody who would eat those +berries.</p> + +<p>When he had yelled and Buster Bear +had suddenly appeared, struggling to +get off the pail which had caught over +his head, Farmer Brown's boy had +been too frightened to even move. +Then he had seen Buster tear away +through the brush even more frightened +than he was, and right away his courage +had begun to come back.</p> + +<p>"If he is so afraid of me, I guess I +needn't be afraid of him," said he.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</a></span> +"I've lost my berries, but it is worth it +to find out that he is afraid of me. +There are plenty more on the bushes, +and all I've got to do is to pick them. +It might be worse."</p> + +<p>He walked over to the place where the +pail had been, and then he remembered +that when Buster ran away he had carried +the pail with him, hanging about +his neck. He whistled. It was a +comical little whistle of chagrin as he +realized that he had nothing in which +to put more berries, even if he picked +them. "It's worse than I thought," +cried he. "That bear has cheated me +out of that berry pie my mother promised +me." Then he began to laugh, as +he thought of how funny Buster Bear +had looked with the pail about his neck, +and then because, you know he is learning +to be a philosopher, he once more +repeated, "It might have been worse.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</a></span> +Yes, indeed, it might have been worse. +That bear might have tried to eat me +instead of the berries. I guess I'll go +eat that lunch I left back by the spring, +and then I'll go home. I can pick berries +some other day."</p> + +<p>Chuckling happily over Buster +Bear's great fright, Farmer Brown's +boy tramped back to the spring where +he had left two thick sandwiches on a +flat stone when he started to save his +pail of berries. "My, but those sandwiches +will taste good," thought he. +"I'm glad they are big and thick. I +never was hungrier in my life. +Hello!" This he exclaimed right out +loud, for he had just come in sight of +the flat stone where the sandwiches +should have been, and they were not +there. No, Sir, there wasn't so much +as a crumb left of those two thick sandwiches. +You see, Old Man Coyote had<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</a></span> +found them and gobbled them up while +Farmer Brown's boy was away.</p> + +<p>But Farmer Brown's boy didn't +know anything about Old Man Coyote. +He rubbed his eyes and stared everywhere, +even up in the trees, as if he +thought those sandwiches might be +hanging up there. They had disappeared +as completely as if they never +had been, and Old Man Coyote had taken +care to leave no trace of his visit. +Farmer Brown's boy gaped foolishly +this way and that way. Then, instead +of growing angry, a slow smile stole +over his freckled face. "I guess some +one else was hungry too," he muttered. +"Wonder who it was? Guess this Old +Pasture is no place for me to-day. I'll +fill up on berries and then I'll go home."</p> + +<p>So Farmer Brown's boy made his +lunch on blueberries and then rather +sheepishly he started for home to tell<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[Pg 120]</a></span> +of all the strange things that had happened +to him in the Old Pasture. Two +or three times, as he trudged along, he +stopped to scratch his head thoughtfully. +"I guess," said he at last, "that +I'm not so smart as I thought I was, +and I've got a lot to learn yet."</p> + +<p>This is the end of the adventures of +Buster Bear in this book because—guess +why. Because Old Mr. Toad insists +that I must write a book about his +adventures, and Old Mr. Toad is such a +good friend of all of us that I am going +to do it.</p> + +<h3>THE END</h3> + +<span class="totoc"><a href="#toc">Contents</a></span> + + +<hr /> + +<div class="block3"> + +<h3>BOOKS BY</h3> + +<h2>THORNTON W. BURGESS</h2> + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE BEDTIME STORY-BOOKS</h3> + +<ol> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Reddy Fox</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Johnny Chuck</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Peter Cottontail</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Unc' Billy Possum</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Mr. Mocker</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Jerry Muskrat</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Danny Meadow Mouse</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Grandfather Frog</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Chatterer, the Red Squirrel</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Sammy Jay</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Buster Bear</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Old Mr. Toad</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Prickly Porky</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Old Man Coyote</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Paddy the Beaver</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Bobby Coon</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Jimmy Skunk</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Bob White</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">The Adventures of Ol' Mistah Buzzard</span></li> +</ol> + +<hr /> + +<h3>MOTHER WEST WIND SERIES</h3> + +<ol> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Old Mother West Wind</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind's Children</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind's Animal Friends</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind's Neighbors</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind "Why" Stories</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind "How" Stories</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind "When" Stories</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mother West Wind "Where" Stories</span></li> +</ol> + +<hr /> + +<h3>GREEN MEADOW SERIES</h3> + +<ol> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Happy Jack</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Mrs. Peter Rabbit</span></li> +<li class="one"><span class="smcap">Bowser the Hound</span></li> +</ol> + +<hr /> + +<h3>THE BURGESS BIRD BOOK<br /> +FOR CHILDREN</h3> +</div> +<hr /> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Buster Bear, by +Thornton W. 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