diff options
Diffstat (limited to '28293-h')
| -rw-r--r-- | 28293-h/28293-h.htm | 3057 | ||||
| -rw-r--r-- | 28293-h/images/illus-fpc.jpg | bin | 0 -> 73481 bytes |
2 files changed, 3057 insertions, 0 deletions
diff --git a/28293-h/28293-h.htm b/28293-h/28293-h.htm new file mode 100644 index 0000000..709660c --- /dev/null +++ b/28293-h/28293-h.htm @@ -0,0 +1,3057 @@ +<!DOCTYPE html PUBLIC "-//W3C//DTD XHTML 1.0 Strict//EN" +"http://www.w3.org/TR/xhtml1/DTD/xhtml1-strict.dtd"> +<html xmlns="http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml"> +<head> +<meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html;charset=iso-8859-1" /> +<title> +The Project Gutenberg eBook of The Tale of Jolly Robin, by Arthur Scott Bailey. +</title> + +<style type="text/css"> + p {margin-top: 0.5em; text-align: justify; margin-bottom: 0.5em;} + body {margin-left: 11%; margin-right: 10%;} + a {text-decoration: none;} + @media screen { + hr.pb {margin:30px 0; width:100%; border:none;border-top:thin dashed silver;} + .pagenum {display: inline; font-size: x-small; text-align: right; position: absolute; right: 2%; padding: 1px 3px; font-style: normal; font-variant:normal; font-weight:normal; text-decoration: none; background-color: inherit; border:1px solid #eee;} + .pncolor {color: silver;} + } + @media print { + hr.pb {border:none;page-break-after: always;} + .pagenum { display:none; } + } + h3 {text-align:center; font-weight:normal; font-size: 1.2em; margin: 0 auto;} + .figcenter {margin: 2em auto 2em auto; text-align: center;} + .caption {font-size:.8em;} + table {margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; clear: both;} + hr.p15 {width:15%} + h1 {text-align:center; font-weight:normal; font-size: 1.6em;} + hr.major {width: 65%; margin-top: 2em; margin-bottom: 2em; border:none; border-bottom:1px solid silver; clear:both;} + .smcap {font-variant:small-caps} + h2 {text-align:center; font-weight:normal; font-size: 1.4em; margin: 0 auto;} +</style> + +</head> +<body> + + +<pre> + +Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Jolly Robin, by Arthur Scott Bailey + +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 Tale of Jolly Robin + +Author: Arthur Scott Bailey + +Illustrator: Harry L. Smith + +Release Date: March 9, 2009 [EBook #28293] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN *** + + + + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<hr class='pb' /> +<h1>THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN</h1> +<hr class='pb' /> +<table width="300" cellpadding="10" cellspacing="0" summary="" style='border:1px solid black'> + <tr><td> + +<table width="250" border="0" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> + <tr><td align="center"> +<i>TUCK-ME-IN TALES</i><br /> +<span style='font-size:smaller; margin-bottom:.5em;'>(Trademark Registered)</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">by</span><br /> +ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY<br /> +<span class="smcap">author of</span><br /> +SLEEPY-TIME TALES<br /> +<span style='font-size:smaller; margin-bottom:.5em;'>(Trademark Registered)</span> +</td></tr> +<tr><td><hr class='p15' /></td></tr> +<tr><td align="left"> +<span class="smcap"> +The Tale of Jolly Robin<br /> +The Tale of Old Mr. Crow<br /> +The Tale of Solomon Owl<br /> +The Tale of Jasper Jay<br /> +The Tale of Rusty Wren<br /> +The Tale of Daddy Longlegs<br /> +The Tale of Kiddie Katydid<br /> +The Tale of Buster Bumblebee<br /> +The Tale of Freddy Firefly<br /> +The Tale of Betsy Butterfly<br /> +The Tale of Bobby Bobolink<br /> +The Tale or Chirpy Cricket<br /> +The Tale of Mrs. Ladybug<br /> +The Tale of Reddy Woodpecker<br /> +The Tale of Grandmother Goose</span> +</td></tr> +</table> +</td></tr> +</table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div class='figcenter'> +<a name='linki_1' id='linki_1'></a> +<img src='images/illus-fpc.jpg' alt='' title='' style='width: 327px; height: 469px;' /><br /> +<p class='caption' style='margin: 0 auto; text-align:center;width: 327px;'> +Jolly Robin Asks Jasper Jay About The Sign<br /> +<i>Frontispiece—(Page 44)</i><br /> +</p> +</div> +<hr class='pb' /> +<table width="350" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary="" style='border:1px solid silver'> + <col style="width:80%;" /> + <tr> + <td align="center"> +<span style="font-size: 100%;text-decoration:underline"><br /><i>TUCK-ME-IN TALES</i></span><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 200%;">THE TALE OF</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 200%;">JOLLY ROBIN</span><br /><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">BY</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 100%;">ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY</span><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">Author of</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 100%;">“SLEEPY-TIME TALES”</span><br /><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">(Trademark Registered)</span><br /><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">ILLUSTRATED BY</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 100%;">HARRY L. SMITH</span><br /><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">NEW YORK</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 100%;">GROSSET & DUNLAP</span><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">PUBLISHERS</span><br /><br /><br /> +<span style="font-size: 80%;">Made in the United States of America</span><br /><br /> + </td> + </tr> +</table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<p style='text-align:center'>Copyright, 1917, by<br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP</p> +<hr class='pb' /> +<h2>TABLE OF CONTENTS</h2> +<table border='0' width='400' cellpadding='2' cellspacing='0' summary='Contents' style='margin:1em auto;'> +<tr> + <td align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'><span style='font-size:small;'>CHAPTER</span></td> + <td></td> + <td align='right'><span style='font-size:small;'>PAGE</span></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>I</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Nestlings </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#I_NESTLINGS'>1</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>II</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Learning to Fly </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#II_LEARNING_TO_FLY'>6</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>III</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Wide, Wide World </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#III_THE_WIDE_WIDE_WORLD'>11</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>What Jolly Did Best </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IV_WHAT_JOLLY_DID_BEST'>16</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>V</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Laughing for Mr. Crow </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#V_LAUGHING_FOR_MR_CROW'>21</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Tickling a Nose </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VI_TICKLING_A_NOSE'>26</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A New Way to Travel </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VII_A_NEW_WAY_TO_TRAVEL'>33</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>VIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jolly is Left Behind </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#VIII_JOLLY_IS_LEFT_BEHIND'>38</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>IX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jolly’s Mistake </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#IX_JOLLYS_MISTAKE'>43</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>X</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The White Giant </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#X_THE_WHITE_GIANT'>48</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>What a Snowball Did </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XI_WHAT_A_SNOWBALL_DID'>53</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jolly Feels Better </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XII_JOLLY_FEELS_BETTER'>57</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Hermit </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIII_THE_HERMIT'>64</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>One or Two Blunders </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIV_ONE_OR_TWO_BLUNDERS'>69</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XV</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Lost—A Cousin! </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XV_LOSTA_COUSIN'>74</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Jealous Jasper Jay </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVI_JEALOUS_JASPER_JAY'>80</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Only a Rooster </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVII_ONLY_A_ROOSTER'>86</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XVIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>On Top of the Barn </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XVIII_ON_TOP_OF_THE_BARN'>91</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XIX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Curious Mr. Crow </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XIX_CURIOUS_MR_CROW'>96</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XX</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>The Four-Armed Man </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XX_THE_FOURARMED_MAN'>101</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXI</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Doleful Ditty </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXI_A_DOLEFUL_DITTY'>107</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>Shocking Manners </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXII_SHOCKING_MANNERS'>112</a></td> +</tr> +<tr> + <td valign='top' align='right' style='padding-right:1em;'>XXIII</td> + <td valign='top' align='left'>A Cold Greeting </td> + <td valign='bottom' align='right'><a href='#XXIII_A_COLD_GREETING'>117</a></td> +</tr> +</table> +<hr class='pb' /> +<div><span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_1' name='page_1'></a>1</span></div> +<h1>THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN</h1> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<a name='I_NESTLINGS' id='I_NESTLINGS'></a> +<h2>I</h2> +<h3>NESTLINGS</h3> +</div> +<p>Of course, there was a time, once, when +Jolly Robin was just a nestling himself. +With two brothers and one sister—all of +them, like him, much spotted with black—he +lived in a house in one of Farmer +Green’s apple trees.</p> +<p>The house was made of grass and leaves, +plastered on the inside with mud, and +lined with softer, finer grass, which his +mother had chosen with the greatest care.</p> +<p>But Jolly never paid much attention to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_2' name='page_2'></a>2</span> +his first home. What interested him more +than anything else was food. From dawn +till dark, he was always <i>cheeping</i> for something +to eat. And since the other children +were just as hungry as he was, those four +growing babies kept their parents busy +finding food for them. It was then that +Jolly Robin learned to like angleworms. +And though he ate greedily of insects and +bugs, as well as wild berries, he liked +angleworms best.</p> +<p>Jolly and his sister and his brothers +could always tell when their father or their +mother brought home some dainty, because +the moment the parent lighted upon +the limb where the nest was built they +could feel their home sink slightly, from +the added weight upon the branch.</p> +<p>Then the youngsters would set up a loud +squalling, with a great craning of necks +and stretching of orange-colored mouths. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_3' name='page_3'></a>3</span></p> +<p>Sometimes, when the dainty was specially +big, Mr. or Mrs. Robin would say, +“<i>Cuck! cuck!</i>” That meant “Open +wide!” But they seldom found it necessary +to give that order.</p> +<p>Somehow, Jolly Robin managed to eat +more than the rest of the nestlings. And +so he grew faster than the others. He +soon learned a few tricks, too. For instance, +if Mrs. Robin happened to be sitting +on the nest, to keep her family warm, +when Mr. Robin returned with a lunch for +the children, Jolly had a trick that he +played on his mother, in case she didn’t +move off the nest fast enough to suit him.</p> +<p>He would whisper to the rest of the children. +And then they would jostle their +fond parent, lifting her up above them, +and sometimes almost upsetting her, so +that she had hard work to keep from falling +off the nest. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_4' name='page_4'></a>4</span></p> +<p>Mrs. Robin did not like that trick very +well. But she knew that Jolly would not +annoy her with it long. Indeed, he was +only eleven days old when he left his +birthplace and went out into the wide +world.</p> +<p>You see, the young folk grew so fast +that they soon more than filled the house. +So there was nothing their parents could +do but persuade them to leave home and +learn to fly.</p> +<p>One day, therefore, Mr. Robin did not +bring his children’s food to the edge of the +nest and drop it into their mouths. Instead, +he stood on the limb a little distance +away from them and showed them a +plump angleworm.</p> +<p>The sight of that dainty was more than +Jolly Robin could resist. He scrambled +boldly out of the nest; and tottering up to +his father on his wobbling legs, he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_5' name='page_5'></a>5</span> +snatched the tempting morsel out of his +proud parent’s bill.</p> +<p>Jolly never went back to the nest after +that. The next day Mrs. Robin coaxed the +other children from home in the same +fashion. And though it may seem a heartless +act, it was really the best thing that +could have happened to Jolly and his sister +and his brothers.</p> +<p>You see, they had to learn to fly. And +so long as they stayed in the nest they +could never learn a difficult feat like +flying.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_6' name='page_6'></a>6</span> +<a name='II_LEARNING_TO_FLY' id='II_LEARNING_TO_FLY'></a> +<h2>II</h2> +<h3>LEARNING TO FLY</h3> +</div> +<p>After Jolly Robin had gulped down the +fat angleworm with which his father had +coaxed him to leave the nest, he clung desperately +to the limb. With no food in +sight he had plenty of time to look about +him and to be alarmed.</p> +<p>The day was not gone before he had a +great fright. He tumbled out of the apple +tree and fell squawking and fluttering +upon the ground.</p> +<p>Luckily, his mother happened to be at +home. She went to Jolly at once and told +him not to be afraid.</p> +<p>“Nothing will hurt you,” she said, “if +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_7' name='page_7'></a>7</span> +you’ll only keep still. But if you squall +like that, the cat will find you.”</p> +<p>It may seem strange, but his mother’s +words frightened Jolly all the more. They +scared him so thoroughly that he stopped +making a noise, anyhow. And that was +how he learned never to talk when he was +on the ground near a house where a cat +might live.</p> +<p>“Now,” said Jolly’s mother, as soon as +he was still, “I’ll teach you a new game. +Just watch me!” And spreading her +wings, she flapped them, and sprang into +the air.</p> +<p>Soon Jolly was trying to imitate her. +And it was not long before he found himself +gliding a short distance, skimming +along just off the ground.</p> +<p>But in spite of all his efforts, he +couldn’t help falling again. Though his +mother tried to show him how to fly into a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_8' name='page_8'></a>8</span> +tree-top, Jolly Robin seemed unable to +learn the trick.</p> +<p>At last Mr. Robin said to his wife:</p> +<p>“I’ll teach him the rest. You’ve made +a good beginning. But he must learn +more at once. There’s no telling when the +cat may come into the orchard to hunt for +field-mice. And you know what would +happen then.”</p> +<p>His wife shuddered. But Mr. Robin +told her not to worry.</p> +<p>“I’ll soon have this youngster so he can +fly as well as anybody,” he declared.</p> +<p>So he went and hopped about on the +ground with Jolly for a little while, showing +him how to find worms beneath the +grass carpet of the orchard.</p> +<p>And then, in a loud voice, Mr. Robin +suddenly cried:</p> +<p>“The cat! The cat!” And he flew into +an old tree near-by. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_9' name='page_9'></a>9</span></p> +<p>Jolly Robin had never seen Farmer +Green’s cat. But he had heard that she +was a dreadful, fierce creature. And when +his father shouted her name Jolly was so +startled that he forgot he didn’t quite +know how to fly. Before he knew what he +was doing, he followed his father right up +into the old apple tree and perched himself +on a low branch.</p> +<p>That was the way he learned to fly, for +he never had the least trouble about it +afterward. And as soon as he realized +that he had actually flown from the +ground to the bough he was so pleased that +he began to laugh merrily.</p> +<p>As for the cat, she was not in the orchard +at all. Indeed, Jolly’s father had +not said that she was. You see, he had +played a joke on his son.</p> +<p>Now, up to that time Jolly Robin had +not been named. You must remember +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_10' name='page_10'></a>10</span> +that he was not two weeks old. And having +three other children of the same age, +his parents had not been able to think of +names for all of them.</p> +<p>But this big youngster laughed so heartily +that his father named him “Jolly,” on +the spot. And “Jolly” he remained ever +afterward.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_11' name='page_11'></a>11</span> +<a name='III_THE_WIDE_WIDE_WORLD' id='III_THE_WIDE_WIDE_WORLD'></a> +<h2>III</h2> +<h3>THE WIDE, WIDE WORLD</h3> +</div> +<p>After he learned to fly, Jolly Robin’s +father took him into the woods to spend +each night in a roost where there were +many other young robins, whose fathers +had likewise brought them there.</p> +<p>Jolly learned a great deal from being +with so many new friends. It was not long +before he could find plenty of food for +himself, without help from anyone.</p> +<p>He discovered, too, that there was safety +in numbers. For example, if Jasper Jay +made too great a nuisance of himself by +bullying a young robin, a mob of robins +could easily put Jasper to flight. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_12' name='page_12'></a>12</span></p> +<p>“<i>Always help other people!</i>” That was +a motto that all the youngsters had to +learn. And another was this: “<i>Follow +your father’s lead!</i>”</p> +<p>Later in the season, in October, when +the robin cousins and uncles and aunts and +sisters and brothers and all the rest of +the relations made their long journey to +their winter homes in the South, Jolly +found that there was a good reason for +such rules. If he hadn’t followed his +father then he might have lost his way, +because—since it was the first time he had +ever been out of Pleasant Valley—he +knew nothing whatever about travelling.</p> +<p>He looked forward with much interest +to the journey, for as the days grew +shorter he heard a great deal of talk about +the trip among his elders. And while he +was waiting for the day when they should +leave he became acquainted with many +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_13' name='page_13'></a>13</span> +new and delicious morsels to eat. He +roamed about picking wild grapes, mulberries +and elderberries. And he did not +scorn a large, green katydid when he +chanced to find one.</p> +<p>There was always some new dainty to be +sampled; though as the weather grew +colder Jolly began to understand that in +winter Pleasant Valley would not be so +fine a place to live.</p> +<p>However, he managed to find food +enough so that he continued to grow rapidly. +The night after he found a mountain +ash on a hillside, full of bright red +berries, his father said that he seemed +much taller than he had been that morning.</p> +<p>“You must have eaten a great many of +those berries,” said Mr. Robin.</p> +<p>“Well, I notice one thing,” Jolly observed. +“My waistcoat is fast losing its +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_14' name='page_14'></a>14</span> +black spots. And it’s redder than it was. +The red berries certainly colored it in +some way.”</p> +<p>Mr. Robin replied that he had never +heard of such a thing happening. He +looked curiously at his son’s waistcoat.</p> +<p>“It <i>does</i> seem to look different,” he said. +“It’s brighter than it was.”</p> +<p>Really, that was only because Jolly was +fast growing up. But neither he nor his +father stopped to think of that. And since +Jolly had learned that motto, “<i>Follow +your father’s lead</i>,” he thought his waistcoat +ought to be just as red as old Mr. Robin’s +was.</p> +<p>So Jolly visited the mountain ash each +day and fairly stuffed himself with the +bright red fruit.</p> +<p>It did him no harm, anyhow. And he +enjoyed eating it.</p> +<p>And the next spring, when Jolly Robin +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_15' name='page_15'></a>15</span> +returned to Pleasant Valley, after spending +the winter in the South, there was not +a redder waistcoat than his in all the +neighborhood.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_16' name='page_16'></a>16</span> +<a name='IV_WHAT_JOLLY_DID_BEST' id='IV_WHAT_JOLLY_DID_BEST'></a> +<h2>IV</h2> +<h3>WHAT JOLLY DID BEST</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin had something on his mind. +For several days he had been turning a +certain matter over in his head. But in +spite of all his thinking, he seemed unable +to find any answer to the question that was +troubling him. So at last he decided he +would have to ask somebody to help him.</p> +<p>And that was why Jolly stopped Jimmy +Rabbit near the garden one day.</p> +<p>“I want your advice,” he told Jimmy +Rabbit.</p> +<p>“Certainly!” that young gentleman replied. +And he sat himself down upon his +wheelbarrow and looked very earnest. “If +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_17' name='page_17'></a>17</span> +it’s anything about gardening,” he said, +“I should advise you to raise cabbages, by +all means.”</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin said he wasn’t thinking +of planting a garden.</p> +<p>“In fact,” he explained, “the trouble +is, I don’t know what to do. I’d like to +have some regular work, you know. And +since you’ve had a good deal of experience, +having run a tooth-pulling parlor, +a barber-shop, and a shoe-store, I thought +you might be able to tell me what would be +a good business for me to take up.”</p> +<p>For a few minutes Jimmy Rabbit did +not speak. But he nodded his head wisely.</p> +<p>“Let me see!” he said at last. “What’s +the thing you do best?”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin replied at once that he +thought he could fly better than he could +do anything else. And he felt so happy, +because he was sure Jimmy Rabbit was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_18' name='page_18'></a>18</span> +going to help him, that he began to laugh +gaily. And he couldn’t help singing a +snatch of a new song he had heard that +morning. And then he laughed again.</p> +<p>“You’re mistaken,” Jimmy Rabbit said +to him. “You fly well enough, I dare say. +But there are others who can beat you at +flying.... No!” he declared. “What +you can do better than anybody I know +is to <i>laugh</i>. And if I were you I should +make laughing my regular business.”</p> +<p>That idea struck Jolly Robin as being +so funny that he laughed harder than ever. +And Jimmy Rabbit nodded his head +again, as if to say, “I’m right and I know +it!”</p> +<p>At last Jolly Robin stopped laughing +long enough to ask Jimmy to explain how +anyone could make a business of laughing. +“I don’t see how it could be done,” +said Jolly Robin. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_19' name='page_19'></a>19</span></p> +<p>“Why—it’s simple enough!” Jimmy +told him. “All you need do is to find +somebody who will hire you to laugh for +him. There are people, you know, who +find it very difficult to laugh. I should +think they’d be glad to pay somebody to +do their laughing for them.”</p> +<p>“Name someone!” Jolly Robin urged +him.</p> +<p>And Jimmy Rabbit did.</p> +<p>“There’s old Mr. Crow!” he said. “You +know how solemn he is. It’s positively +painful to hear him try to laugh at a joke. +I’m sure he would be delighted with this +idea. And if I were you I’d see him before +somebody else does.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin looked puzzled.</p> +<p>“Who would ever think of such a thing +but you?” he asked.</p> +<p>“Nobody!” Jimmy Rabbit replied. +“But I like the scheme so well that I almost +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_20' name='page_20'></a>20</span> +wish I hadn’t mentioned it. And +unless you make your bargain with old +Mr. Crow at once I may decide to go into +the laughing business myself.... My +advice to you,” he said, “is to hurry!”</p> +<p>So Jolly Robin thanked him. And then +he flew away to find old Mr. Crow.</p> +<p>Of course, he went to the cornfield first.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_21' name='page_21'></a>21</span> +<a name='V_LAUGHING_FOR_MR_CROW' id='V_LAUGHING_FOR_MR_CROW'></a> +<h2>V</h2> +<h3>LAUGHING FOR MR. CROW</h3> +</div> +<p>Sure enough! old Mr. Crow was in the +cornfield. And though he was feeling +somewhat peevish that morning, because +a coon had disturbed his rest the night before, +he listened to what Jolly Robin had +to say.</p> +<p>“I’ve come to ask you a question,” +Jolly told him. “I’ve decided to go into +business—the laughing business. And I +want to inquire if you wouldn’t like to +engage me to do your laughing for you.”</p> +<p>Well, that struck old Mr. Crow as being +very funny. He forgot all about his +loss of sleep. And his eye twinkled quite +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_22' name='page_22'></a>22</span> +merrily. He tried to laugh, too; but it +was a pitiful attempt—no more than a +hoarse cackle, which was, as Jimmy Rabbit +had said, positively painful. Old Mr. +Crow seemed to realize that he was making +a very queer sound. He hastily turned +his laugh into a cough and pretended that +he had a kernel of corn stuck in his +throat.</p> +<p>“What are your prices?” he asked Jolly +Robin. “Are you going to charge by the +day or by the laugh?”</p> +<p>“Just as you prefer!” Jolly answered.</p> +<p>“Well, I’ll have to think about it,” old +Mr. Crow told him. “It’s a question that +I wouldn’t care to decide in a hurry. If I +paid you by the day you might not laugh +at all. And if I paid you by the laugh you +might laugh all the time.... It would be +pretty expensive, either way. And I don’t +believe I’d like that.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_23' name='page_23'></a>23</span></p> +<p>“I’ll tell you what I’ll do,” said Jolly +Robin then. “I’ll stay with you one day +for nothing. And we’ll see how the arrangement +suits us.”</p> +<p>That suggestion pleased Mr. Crow.</p> +<p>“Agreed!” he said quickly. “And +now,” he added, “you may laugh for me, +because I am quite delighted.”</p> +<p>So Jolly Robin laughed happily. And +old Mr. Crow remarked that it was a <i>fair</i> +laugh, though not so loud as he would have +liked.</p> +<p>“I’ll do better next time,” Jolly assured +him.</p> +<p>“Good!” said Mr. Crow. “And now, +since I’ve finished my breakfast, we’ll go +over to the woods and see what’s going on +there this morning.”</p> +<p>The first person they saw in the woods +was Peter Mink. He was fishing for trout +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_24' name='page_24'></a>24</span> +in Broad Brook. And old Mr. Crow, as +soon as he spied him, sang out:</p> +<p>“How many of Farmer Green’s fish +have you eaten this morning?”</p> +<p>Peter Mink was just crawling out of the +water, with a fish in his mouth. When he +heard Mr. Crow calling to him, he dropped +his trout upon a rock and looked up +quickly.</p> +<p>“How much of Farmer Green’s corn +have you stolen for your breakfast?” he +cried.</p> +<p>At that Jolly Robin began to laugh. +But Mr. Crow stopped him quickly.</p> +<p>“Don’t laugh!” the old gentleman +squawked. “There’s nothing to laugh at, +so far as I can see.”</p> +<p>So Jolly managed to smother his laughter, +for he noticed that Mr. Crow was +angry.</p> +<p>“You’ll have to be careful,” Mr. Crow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_25' name='page_25'></a>25</span> +warned him. “You mustn’t laugh at the +wrong time, you know.”</p> +<p>“I’ll do my best,” Jolly Robin promised. +And he could see already that old +Mr. Crow was going to be hard to please.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_26' name='page_26'></a>26</span> +<a name='VI_TICKLING_A_NOSE' id='VI_TICKLING_A_NOSE'></a> +<h2>VI</h2> +<h3>TICKLING A NOSE</h3> +</div> +<p>Old Mr. Crow did not want to stay near +the brook to talk with Peter Mink. Calling +to Jolly Robin to follow him, he +flapped his way to the edge of the woods +and sat in a tree overlooking the pasture.</p> +<p>“Here comes Tommy Fox!” Mr. Crow +exclaimed. “We ought to have some fun +with him. So when it’s time for you to +laugh for me, don’t forget to laugh +loudly.”</p> +<p>“I’ll remember,” Jolly promised him. +And just by way of practice he chirruped +so merrily that Tommy Fox pricked up +his ears and came bounding up to the tree +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_27' name='page_27'></a>27</span> +where Jolly and Mr. Crow were sitting.</p> +<p>“Good morning!” Mr. Crow cried to +Tommy. “Is that a hen’s feather that’s +stuck behind your ear?” he asked very +solemnly.</p> +<p>“No!” said Tommy Fox. “It’s a crow’s; +and I certainly had a fine breakfast.”</p> +<p>Now, Jolly Robin wasn’t quite sure +whether he ought to laugh or not. And +then Tommy winked at him. So Jolly +thought there must be a joke somewhere +and he began to chirrup as loudly as he +could.</p> +<p>“For pity’s sake, keep still!” old Mr. +Crow snapped.</p> +<p>“But you wanted me to laugh louder,” +Jolly reminded him.</p> +<p>“Yes,” said Mr. Crow—“when there’s +anything to laugh at.”</p> +<p>“But didn’t Tommy Fox make a joke?” +Jolly Robin asked. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_28' name='page_28'></a>28</span></p> +<p>“A very poor one!” old Mr. Crow replied. +“A very poor joke, indeed!... +I see,” he added, “I see you’ve not had +much experience laughing for people. +And here’s where you make a mistake. +You laugh at <i>other people’s</i> jokes, which +is all wrong. After this you must laugh +at <i>my</i> jokes—do you understand?”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin said he understood. And +Mr. Crow remarked that he was glad there +would be no more trouble.</p> +<p>“And now,” the old fellow said, “now +we’ll go over to the swamp, where Uncle +Sammy Coon lives. We ought to have +some fun with him.”</p> +<p>So over to the swamp they flew, where +they found Uncle Sammy Coon sunning +himself in the top of a tall hemlock.</p> +<p>“How-dy-do!” said Mr. Crow.</p> +<p>But Uncle Sammy Coon did not answer.</p> +<p>“We’re in luck!” Mr. Crow said with +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_29' name='page_29'></a>29</span> +a chuckle. “I declare, I believe the old +beggar’s asleep. Just watch me play a +practical joke on him!”</p> +<p>So Mr. Crow lighted on a branch near +Uncle Sammy Coon and began tickling his +nose.</p> +<p>Pretty soon Uncle Sammy Coon +sneezed. And when that happened, Mr. +Crow jumped back quickly. But Uncle +Sammy didn’t awake—at least, he didn’t +open his eyes. So Mr. Crow tickled his +nose again.</p> +<p>Now, old Mr. Crow was so amused that +he glanced at Jolly Robin, to see if he was +watching. And in that instant when Mr. +Crow looked away, Uncle Sammy Coon +leaped at him. He caught Mr. Crow by +the tail, too.</p> +<p>The old gentleman set up a great din. +He squawked, “Help! help!” at the top +of his voice and flapped his broad wings. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_30' name='page_30'></a>30</span></p> +<p>The struggle was over in a moment. By +a great effort Mr. Crow broke away, leaving +one of his tail-feathers with Uncle +Sammy Coon, and flew into another tree +near-by.</p> +<p>Then Jolly Robin laughed as if he would +never stop. He thought that it must be +the proper time to laugh, because Mr. +Crow had said he was going to play a joke +on Uncle Sammy.</p> +<p>Mr. Crow, however, seemed to think differently +about the matter.</p> +<p>“Do keep quiet!” he cried. “There’s +nothing to laugh at, so far as I can see.”</p> +<p>“But you said you were going to play a +joke on Uncle Sammy Coon, didn’t you?” +Jolly inquired.</p> +<p>“Yes!” Mr. Crow replied. “But it’s +no joke to lose a tail-feather. And I +wouldn’t think of laughing at what just +happened.... Besides,” he continued, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_31' name='page_31'></a>31</span> +“your laughter is altogether wrong. +What you must try to do is to laugh <i>very +sadly</i>. In fact,” he added, “I wouldn’t +mind if you shed a few tears, because I +feel quite upset over this unfortunate accident.”</p> +<p>Well, Jolly Robin saw at once that it +was impossible for him to please Mr. +Crow.</p> +<p>“My laughter,” he said, “is always +merry. I couldn’t laugh sadly, no matter +how hard I might try. And as for shedding +tears, I couldn’t weep for you even if +you lost all your tail-feathers, Mr. Crow.”</p> +<p>“Then you may leave at once!” Mr. +Crow cried, just as if Farmer Green’s pasture +belonged to him.</p> +<p>“Yes!” Jolly Robin answered. “I may—and +then again, I may not!”</p> +<p>And since he stayed right there and +laughed, old Mr. Crow himself flew away. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_32' name='page_32'></a>32</span> +It was a long while, too, before he could +bear to hear people laugh. For he thought +they must be laughing at him, because he +had lost a tail-feather.</p> +<p>And perhaps that was what amused +Jolly Robin, though I never thought of +that before.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_33' name='page_33'></a>33</span> +<a name='VII_A_NEW_WAY_TO_TRAVEL' id='VII_A_NEW_WAY_TO_TRAVEL'></a> +<h2>VII</h2> +<h3>A NEW WAY TO TRAVEL</h3> +</div> +<p>The time had come when Jolly Robin was +ready to begin his long journey to the +South, for it was growing quite cold. On +some days there was no sun at all. And +even when the weather was fair the sun +rose late and went to bed early. It was +exactly the sort of weather Jolly Robin +did not like.</p> +<p>“No doubt you’ll be leaving us soon,” +Jasper Jay remarked to Jolly one day, +when the two chanced to meet in Farmer +Green’s woods, where the beeches grew.</p> +<p>“I expect to start to-morrow,” Jolly +Robin answered with a short laugh. The +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_34' name='page_34'></a>34</span> +mere thought of his warm, light-flooded +winter home in the Southland made him +feel glad.</p> +<p>“Well, well!” Jasper Jay exclaimed. +“I’m glad I happened to see you, for I +know of a new way to travel.”</p> +<p>And Jolly Robin wanted to know all +about it.</p> +<p>“If it’s a better way than the old, I’ll +be pleased to try it,” he said.</p> +<p>“Oh! it’s much better,” Jasper told +him. “If I hadn’t made up my mind to +spend the winter in Pleasant Valley, I’d +go the new way myself. But the beechnut +crop is good this fall. So I shall stay +right here to enjoy it.”</p> +<p>“Tell me how we’re to go, if you +please!” Jolly Robin urged him.</p> +<p>“We?” said Jasper. “You don’t mean +to say you are going with a <i>crowd</i>, do +you?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_35' name='page_35'></a>35</span></p> +<p>“Why, yes!” Jolly Robin replied. “All +the Robins are leaving to-morrow. And I +had intended to go with them.”</p> +<p>Jasper Jay shook his head.</p> +<p>“Take my advice and don’t do any such +thing,” he said. “You’ll find it quieter +travelling alone. And though you may not +know it, it’s the fashionable thing to do.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin laughed when Jasper said +that.</p> +<p>“But I’m not a fashionable person!” he +exclaimed.</p> +<p>“Then you should become one,” Jasper +told him. “Besides, the new way is +<i>easier</i>, as well as more stylish. But if +you’re <i>afraid</i> to try something new, of +course I wouldn’t think of urging you.”</p> +<p>“I’m not afraid!” Jolly Robin cried. +“And if you’ll only tell me what I’m to do, +I promise you I’ll do it!”</p> +<p>“Good!” said Jasper Jay. “Meet me +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_36' name='page_36'></a>36</span> +here day after to-morrow and I’ll start +you on your journey. I can’t explain anything +now, because I must hurry over to +the woods at once, where my cousin, Mr. +Crow, is waiting for me.” Then he flew +away, screaming a loud good-by as he +went.</p> +<p>So Jolly Robin hastened back to the orchard, +to find his wife and tell her what +he had decided to do.</p> +<p>He had no difficulty at all in finding +her. But he had no end of trouble trying +to persuade her to travel with him the +new way, instead of going along with the +crowd in the good, old-fashioned style. In +fact, she raised so many objections, saying +how lonely it would be and how dangerous +it was to travel in a small party and that +she didn’t want to be fashionable—she +raised so many objections that at last +Jolly Robin said very well! she might do +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_37' name='page_37'></a>37</span> +as she pleased. But as for him, <i>he</i> was +going to meet Jasper Jay just as he had +promised. And since the new way was +easier, he expected to reach their winter +home long before she arrived, even if he +did start a day later.</p> +<p>But he was disappointed, all the same. +And he kept up such a constant laughing +and joking all the rest of that day that his +wife knew he must be feeling quite out of +sorts.</p> +<p>For that was a way Jolly Robin had. +The worse he felt, the happier he always +acted. And it was not a bad way, either.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_38' name='page_38'></a>38</span> +<a name='VIII_JOLLY_IS_LEFT_BEHIND' id='VIII_JOLLY_IS_LEFT_BEHIND'></a> +<h2>VIII</h2> +<h3>JOLLY IS LEFT BEHIND</h3> +</div> +<p>All of Jolly Robin’s friends and relations +were greatly surprised when they saw him +bidding his wife and children good-by, +on the day the Robin family started from +Pleasant Valley for their winter home in +the South.</p> +<p>“What’s this?” they cried. “Aren’t +you coming with us?”</p> +<p>And Jolly Robin laughed and said to +them gaily:</p> +<p>“Not to-day! But you’ll find me waiting +for you when you reach your journey’s +end.”</p> +<p>His wife, however, shook her head. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_39' name='page_39'></a>39</span></p> +<p>“It’s one of his queer notions—his and +Jasper Jay’s,” she explained.</p> +<p>“Tut, tut!” her husband said. And he +chucked her under the chin—and winked +at his friends.</p> +<p>There was no time to say anything +more, for everyone was eager to start. So +the travellers called good-by to Jolly, +while he waved a farewell to them.</p> +<p>It was not many minutes before he was +the only member of the Robin family left +in Pleasant Valley. He felt very lonely, +all at once. And he wanted to hurry after +the others. But he knew what Jasper Jay +would say, if he did. Jasper would be sure +to tell people that Jolly Robin was <i>afraid</i> +to travel a new way.... Of course, Jolly +didn’t want that to be said about him. So +he looked as cheerful as he could; and he +whistled the merriest tune he knew. Nobody—except +his wife, maybe—would +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_40' name='page_40'></a>40</span> +have guessed that he wasn’t perfectly +happy.</p> +<p>Jolly spent a very lonely night. When +he went to the roost where the whole +Robin family had been sleeping for several +weeks, he found it distressingly silent, +after the gay chatter that he had +grown accustomed to hearing there. And +try as he would, he could not keep just a +hint of sadness out of his good-night song.</p> +<p>But in the morning he felt better. And +he welcomed the dawn with a carol that +was joyous enough for anybody. For this +was the day when Jasper Jay was going +to show him the new way to travel. Yes! +he, too, would soon be hurrying southwards, +where the sun was warm.</p> +<p>It was no wonder that he sang, “<i>Cheerily-cheerup, +cheerily-cheerup</i>,” right merrily.</p> +<p>As soon as he had eaten his breakfast, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_41' name='page_41'></a>41</span> +Jolly went to the place where the beeches +grew, to find Jasper Jay. And Jasper +was there, just finishing his own breakfast. +But he was too busy, he said, to +bother with Jolly Robin just then.</p> +<p>“You meet me in the orchard this afternoon,” +he said, “when the sun’s over +the mountain, and I’ll start you on your +journey.”</p> +<p>So Jolly Robin had to wait all the long +day, while Jasper Jay did a hundred silly +things, such as mocking Farmer Green’s +cat, and teasing a sleepy young owl, and +making the woods echo with his hoarse +screams. Jasper was late, too, in keeping +his appointment in the orchard. Jolly +Robin waited for him until almost sunset +before Jasper Jay appeared. But Jolly +was so glad to see Jasper that he never +once thought of being angry with him.</p> +<p>“Come along!” said the blue-coated +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_42' name='page_42'></a>42</span> +rascal. “Follow me and you’ll soon learn the +new way to the South. And if it isn’t a +good one I hope I’ll never eat another +beechnut.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin laughed. He was sure, +then, that he had nothing to worry about. +For everybody knew that Jasper Jay was +specially fond of beechnuts.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_43' name='page_43'></a>43</span> +<a name='IX_JOLLYS_MISTAKE' id='IX_JOLLYS_MISTAKE'></a> +<h2>IX</h2> +<h3>JOLLY’S MISTAKE</h3> +</div> +<p>With Jolly Robin following close behind +him, Jasper Jay flew directly to the crossroads, +almost half-way to the village. +Once there, he perched himself upon the +sign-post at the four corners. And Jolly +Robin seated himself upon one of the +boards that were nailed to the post.</p> +<p>“Here we are!” said Jasper Jay. “You +see how easy it is.”</p> +<p>“When will the post begin to move?” +Jolly Robin inquired, a bit anxiously. He +had waited a whole day to begin his long +journey to the South, so it was only natural +that he should want to start at once. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_44' name='page_44'></a>44</span></p> +<p>“What’s that you say?” asked Jasper +Jay. And when Jolly repeated his question, +Jasper began to scream with laughter. +“Well, that’s a good one!” he said at +last. “So you thought the post was going +to pull itself out of the ground and fly +away with you, did you?”</p> +<p>“Why, yes!” Jolly Robin replied. +“Aren’t these <i>wings</i>?” he asked, looking +down at the boards. “They’re already +spread,” he observed.</p> +<p>It was some minutes before Jasper Jay +could answer him, for he was laughing +again. But finally he managed to speak.</p> +<p>“Those aren’t wings!” he cried. +“They’re sign-boards, to tell you which +road to take. Of course, you can’t expect +to read a sign when you’re sitting on it. +Just go over to the fence across the road +and you can see the sign that you’re on +now.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_45' name='page_45'></a>45</span></p> +<p>So Jolly Robin fluttered over to the +fence. And from there he could see the +sign-board plainly. This is what it looked +like:</p> +<p style='margin-left:0.0em; margin-right:0.0em; text-align:center'>TO SKY POND, 15 MILES<br /></p> +<p>“There!” Jasper Jay cried, when Jolly +had read the sign aloud. “You see how +easy it is. All you need do is to follow this +road to which the hand points.”</p> +<p>“Then I shall have to fly, after all,” +Jolly Robin said. He had expected to +have a ride. And naturally he was disappointed. +Then he read the sign once more. +“Sky Pond!” he exclaimed. “I don’t +want to go to Sky Pond. I want to go to +the South!”</p> +<p>“Well, Sky Pond’s south of Pleasant +Valley,” Jasper Jay explained. “It’s +right on your way to your winter home. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_46' name='page_46'></a>46</span> +And all you have to do when you reach +Sky Pond will be to find another sign, +which ought to say something like this: +’To the South, one thousand miles.’ You +see how simple it is,” Jasper Jay remarked. +“With a sign-board to guide +you, you can’t go wrong.”</p> +<p>But it seemed to Jolly that the new way +of travelling was far more difficult than +the old. He said as much to Jasper Jay, +too. “I wish––” he added—“I wish I +had started yesterday, with the others.”</p> +<p>At that Jasper Jay said, “Nonsense!” +And he muttered something about dunces, +and mollycoddles, and—yes! <i>’fraid-cats!</i></p> +<p>Perhaps Jasper hadn’t intended that +Jolly Robin should hear those words—and +perhaps he had. Anyhow, he was sorry +afterward that he had spoken so loud. For +the first thing he knew, Jolly Robin flew +straight at him with shrill chirps of rage. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_47' name='page_47'></a>47</span> +And Jasper was so surprised—and frightened, +too—that he flew off as fast as he +could go, following the road that led to +Sky Pond, fifteen miles away, with Jolly +Robin after him.</p> +<p>Jolly chased him for a long time, until +at last Jasper Jay swerved to one side and +turned toward home.</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin followed him no longer. +He kept straight on, and on, and on. And +he flew so fast and so far before he +stopped that he overtook the party that +had started a whole day ahead of him.</p> +<p>So he travelled to his winter home in the +old-fashioned way, after all. And though +Jolly Robin laughed when he told his +friends about Jasper Jay’s new style of +travelling, there was one thing over which +he could not smile, even then.</p> +<p>You see, “’fraid-cat” was a name he +couldn’t abide.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_48' name='page_48'></a>48</span> +<a name='X_THE_WHITE_GIANT' id='X_THE_WHITE_GIANT'></a> +<h2>X</h2> +<h3>THE WHITE GIANT</h3> +</div> +<p>It was a raw March day when Jolly Robin +returned to Pleasant Valley one spring. +There had just been a heavy fall of snow—big, +wet flakes which Farmer Green +called “sugar-snow,” though it was no +sweeter than any other. Johnnie Green +liked that kind of snow because it made +the best snowballs. And he had had a fine +time playing in the orchard near the farmhouse, +not long before Jolly Robin appeared +there.</p> +<p>Now, the orchard was the place where +Jolly Robin and his wife had had their +nest the summer before. So it was natural +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_49' name='page_49'></a>49</span> +that he should want to go there at once +and look about a bit.</p> +<p>He perched himself on a bare limb, +where he sang “<i>Cheerily-cheerup</i>” a few +times, in spite of the snow and the cold, +whistling wind. He knew that the weather +would grow warmer soon; and he was +glad to be in Pleasant Valley once more, +though he had to confess to himself that +he liked the orchard better when the grass +was green and the trees were gay with +apple-blossoms.</p> +<p>“It’s really a beautiful place for a +home,” he told himself. “I don’t wonder +that Farmer Green likes to live near the +orchard. And now I’ll just go over to the +house and see if I can’t get a peep at him +and his wife and his boy, Johnnie—and +the hired-man, too.”</p> +<p>So Jolly Robin jumped off the bough +and started through the frosty air toward +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_50' name='page_50'></a>50</span> +the farmhouse. But all at once he saw a +sight that sent him darting into a tree. +He hid there for a while and something +made him shiver—something besides the +cold wind.</p> +<p>Yes! Jolly Robin was the least bit +frightened. For he had caught a glimpse +of a strange man. It was neither Farmer +Green nor his hired-man, for this was a +giant. He had big, black eyes and a great +lump of a nose, which stuck out queerly +from his pale moon-face. He was dressed +all in white, except for a battered, old, +black hat, which he wore tipped over one +eye. In one hand he held a stick. And it +seemed to Jolly Robin that the queer man +was just about to hurl it at something.</p> +<p>In spite of his uneasiness, Jolly peeped +around his tree and watched the stranger. +But he did not throw the stick. He stood +quite still and seemed to be waiting. And +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_51' name='page_51'></a>51</span> +Jolly Robin waited, too, and stared at +him.</p> +<p>“Maybe there’s a squirrel hiding behind +a tree,” he said to himself. “Perhaps this +man in white is going to throw the stick +as soon as the squirrel shows himself.”</p> +<p>But no squirrel appeared. And Jolly +Robin was just about to start for the +farmhouse again when he saw somebody +pop out of the woodshed door and come +running toward the orchard.</p> +<p>“Here’s Johnnie Green!” Jolly exclaimed. +He knew Johnnie at once, because +neither Farmer Green nor the hired-man +ever went hopping and skipping +about like that.</p> +<p>Pretty soon Jolly saw Johnnie Green +stop and make an armful of snowballs. +And then he went straight toward the +stranger in white. Though Johnnie began +to shout, the man in white did not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_52' name='page_52'></a>52</span> +even turn his head. And then Johnnie +Green shied a snowball at him.</p> +<p>The snowball sailed through the air and +struck the stranger’s battered hat, knocking +it off into the snow. And, of course, +Jolly Robin couldn’t help laughing. He +was more surprised than ever, too, because +the moon-faced man did not move even +then. Anyone else would have wheeled +about and chased Johnnie Green. But this +odd gentleman didn’t seem to know that +his hat had been knocked off.</p> +<p>“That’s queer!” said Jolly Robin to +himself. “He must be asleep. But I +should think he would wake up.”</p> +<p>While Jolly was wondering, Johnnie +Green threw another snowball. And when +it struck the stranger a very peculiar +thing happened.</p> +<p>And Jolly Robin did not laugh. He was +too frightened to do anything but gasp.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_53' name='page_53'></a>53</span> +<a name='XI_WHAT_A_SNOWBALL_DID' id='XI_WHAT_A_SNOWBALL_DID'></a> +<h2>XI</h2> +<h3>WHAT A SNOWBALL DID</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin was too frightened to laugh +when he saw Johnnie Green’s second +snowball strike the moon-faced stranger +in the orchard. You see, the snowball hit +one of the stranger’s arms. And to Jolly’s +amazement, the arm at once dropped off +and dashed upon the ground, breaking +into a dozen pieces.</p> +<p>That alone was enough to startle Jolly +Robin. But the moon-faced man paid not +the slightest attention to the accident. +There was something ghostly in the way +he stood there, all in white, never moving, +never once saying a word. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_54' name='page_54'></a>54</span></p> +<p>But Johnnie Green did not seem frightened +at all. He set up a great shouting +and began to let fly his snowballs as fast +as he could throw them.</p> +<p>They did not all find the mark. But the +very last one struck the silent stranger +squarely upon his left ear. And to Jolly +Robin’s horror, his head toppled off and +fell horridly at his feet.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin fully expected the man in +white to turn and chase Johnnie Green +then—or at least to hurl his stick at Johnnie. +But nothing of the sort happened. +And Jolly did not wait for anything more. +He felt that he had seen quite enough. So +he flew away to the shelter of the woods, +to find somebody to whom he could talk +and tell of the strange thing that had happened +in the orchard.</p> +<p>Over in the woods Jolly was lucky +enough to meet Jimmy Rabbit, who was +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_55' name='page_55'></a>55</span> +always very friendly toward him. And as +soon as he had inquired about Jimmy Rabbit’s +health (they had not seen each other +since the previous fall, you know), Jolly +related how he had seen Johnnie Green +knock off the head of the man in the orchard.</p> +<p>“And the man never paid the slightest +heed to what happened,” said Jolly Robin. +“He had a stick in his hand; but he didn’t +throw it.”</p> +<p>“There’s nothing queer about that,” +Jimmy Rabbit remarked. “How could he +see where to throw his stick, when he had +no head?”</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin could not answer that +question. And he looked more puzzled +than ever.</p> +<p>“I don’t understand it,” he said with a +shake of his own head. “The whole affair +was very odd. I’m afraid I shall not +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_56' name='page_56'></a>56</span> +care to live in the orchard this summer, +especially if there’s a headless man there! +For how can he ever see to leave the orchard?”</p> +<p>It was Jimmy Rabbit’s turn to look puzzled, +for that was a question that he +couldn’t answer.</p> +<p>“Maybe there is something queer about +this case,” he said. “I’ll go over to the +orchard to-morrow and take a look at that +headless stranger and see what I think +about him. If you’ll meet me here we can +go together.”</p> +<p>Now, Jolly Robin had almost decided +that he would never go near the orchard +again. But he felt that if he went with +Jimmy Rabbit there ought not to be much +danger. So he agreed to Jimmy’s suggestion.</p> +<p>“I’ll be here before the morning’s +gone,” he promised.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_57' name='page_57'></a>57</span> +<a name='XII_JOLLY_FEELS_BETTER' id='XII_JOLLY_FEELS_BETTER'></a> +<h2>XII</h2> +<h3>JOLLY FEELS BETTER</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin awoke at dawn. And he +knew at once that the day was going to be +a fine one. Though the sun had not yet +peeped above the rim of the eastern hills, +Jolly Robin was sure that there would be +plenty of sunshine a little later. He had +many ways of his own for telling the +weather; and he never made a mistake +about it.</p> +<p>Now, it had grown quite warm by the +time Jolly Robin went to the woods late +in the morning to meet Jimmy Rabbit. +And the snow had melted away as if by +magic. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_58' name='page_58'></a>58</span></p> +<p>“Summer’s coming! Summer’s coming!” +Jolly called joyfully as soon as Jimmy +Rabbit came hopping into sight. “The +apple-blossoms will burst out before we +know it.”</p> +<p>“Yes—and the cabbages, too,” Jimmy +Rabbit replied. “I’m glad the white giant +in the orchard lost his head,” he added, +“because there’s no telling what he would +have done to the cabbages later, if he had +wandered into the garden. He might have +eaten every one of them. And I shouldn’t +have liked that very well.”</p> +<p>Then they started off together toward +the orchard to look at the headless +stranger who had given Jolly Robin such +a fright the day before. Jimmy Rabbit +went bounding along with great leaps, +while Jolly Robin flew above him and tried +not to go too fast for his long-eared friend.</p> +<p>Once in the orchard, Jolly led Jimmy to +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_59' name='page_59'></a>59</span> +the spot where he had seen Johnnie Green +knock off the giant’s head with the snowball.</p> +<p>“Here he is!” Jolly Robin whispered—for +he was still somewhat afraid of the +giant, in spite of his having lost his head. +“He doesn’t seem as big as he was yesterday. +And he has dropped the stick that he +carried.”</p> +<p>Jimmy Rabbit stopped short in his +tracks and stared at the still figure under +the apple tree. For a few moments he did +not speak.</p> +<p>“That looks to me like <i>snow</i>,” he said +at last. And he crept up to what was left +of the giant and sniffed at him. “It <i>is</i> +snow!” he declared.</p> +<p>When he heard that, Jolly Robin flew to +a low branch just above the giant.</p> +<p>“I don’t understand it,” he said. +“There’s his head on the ground, with the +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_60' name='page_60'></a>60</span> +big, black eyes. <i>They</i> certainly aren’t +made of snow.”</p> +<p>“No!” Jimmy Rabbit agreed, as he +sniffed at the terrible eyes. “They’re <i>butternuts</i>—that’s +what they are!”</p> +<p>Well, Jolly Robin was so surprised that +he all but tumbled off his perch.</p> +<p>“There’s his hat—” he continued, as +he clung to the limb—“that’s a real hat. +It’s not made of snow—or butternuts, +either.”</p> +<p>“Yes!” Jimmy Rabbit said. “It’s a +sure-enough hat. Farmer Green wore it +on Sundays for a good many years. I’ve +often seen him starting for the meeting-house +over the hill with this very hat on +his head.”</p> +<p>“Then the giant stole it from him!” +Jolly Robin cried in great excitement.</p> +<p>But Jimmy Rabbit thought differently.</p> +<p>“It’s my opinion—” he said—“it’s +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_61' name='page_61'></a>61</span> +my opinion that Johnnie Green took this +old hat and put it on the giant’s head, after +he had made him.”</p> +<p>“Made him!” Jolly Robin repeated. +“You don’t mean to say that Johnnie +Green could make a giant, do you?”</p> +<p>“Well, he knows how to make a snow-man—so +I’ve been told,” Jimmy Rabbit +replied. “And though I’ve never seen one +before, it’s plain that that’s what this creature +is.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin had listened with growing +wonder. Spending his winters in the +South, as he did, he had never even heard +of a snow-man.</p> +<p>“Are they dangerous—these snow-men?” +he inquired anxiously.</p> +<p>“This one certainly isn’t,” Jimmy Rabbit +told him. “With his head off, he can’t +do any harm. And with the sun shining +so warm I should say that by to-morrow +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_62' name='page_62'></a>62</span> +he’ll be gone for good. It looks to me as +if he might be the last snow-man of the +winter, for I don’t believe there’ll be any +more snow until next fall.”</p> +<p>“Good!” Jolly Robin cried. “I shall +come back to the orchard to live, after all, +just as I had intended.” And he felt so +happy that he began to sing.</p> +<p>“I’m glad I brought you here to see the +snow giant,” he told Jimmy Rabbit, when +he had finished his song. “But when my +wife and I start to build our summer-house +a little later in the spring, I hope +you’ll say nothing to her about this affair. +It might upset her, you know, if she knew +that a giant lost his head in the orchard—even +if he was made of snow.”</p> +<p>“I understand!” said Jimmy Rabbit. +“And I won’t mention the matter to her. +You’re afraid she might lose <i>her</i> head, I +suppose, if she heard about it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_63' name='page_63'></a>63</span></p> +<p>Having made a joke, Jimmy Rabbit +thought it was a good time for him to be +leaving. So he said good-by and hopped +briskly away.</p> +<p>And Jolly Robin’s wife never knew that +her husband and Jimmy Rabbit had a secret +that they did not tell her.</p> +<p>Of course, if they had told her it would +have been no secret at all.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_64' name='page_64'></a>64</span> +<a name='XIII_THE_HERMIT' id='XIII_THE_HERMIT'></a> +<h2>XIII</h2> +<h3>THE HERMIT</h3> +</div> +<p>Though Jolly Robin was quite bold for +his size, he had a cousin who was actually +shy. This timid relation of Jolly’s belonged +to the Hermit Thrush family; and +Jolly Robin always spoke of him as “The +Hermit,” which was a good name for him, +because he never strayed from the depths +of the swamp near Black Creek. At +least, he stayed there all summer long, +until the time came for him to go South.</p> +<p>If Jolly Robin wanted to see this shy +cousin, he had to go into the swamp. For +the Hermit never repaid any of Jolly’s +calls. He was afraid of Farmer Green +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_65' name='page_65'></a>65</span> +and the other people that lived in the +farmhouse. Apple orchards, and gardens +and open fields he considered good places +to avoid, because he thought them dangerous.</p> +<p>“There’s no place to live that’s quite as +safe and pleasant as a swamp,” he often +remarked. “I have one brother who prefers +an evergreen thicket, which doesn’t +make a bad home. And another brother +of mine lives in some bushes near a road. +But how he can like such a dwelling-place +as that is more than I can understand.”</p> +<p>Now, there were two things for which +this cousin of Jolly Robin’s was noted. He +was an exquisite singer; and he always +wore a fine, spotted waistcoat.</p> +<p>Jolly always admired the Hermit’s singing. +But he didn’t like his spotted waistcoat +at all.</p> +<p>“That cousin of mine is too much of a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_66' name='page_66'></a>66</span> +dandy,” Jolly remarked to his wife one +day. “I’m going to pay him a visit this +afternoon. And I shall speak to him about +that waistcoat he’s so fond of wearing. +It’s well enough for city birds to dress in +such finery. But it’s a foppish thing for +anybody to wear way up here in the country.”</p> +<p>Jolly’s wife told him plainly that he had +better mind his own business.</p> +<p>“It’s no affair of yours,” she said. +“And you ought not to mention the matter +to your cousin.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin did not answer her. He +thought there was no use arguing with his +wife. And since the Hermit was his own +cousin, he saw no reason why he shouldn’t +tell his relation exactly what he thought.</p> +<p>The Hermit appeared glad to see Jolly +Robin when he came to the swamp that +afternoon. At least, the Hermit said he +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_67' name='page_67'></a>67</span> +was much pleased. He had very polished +manners for a person that lived in a +swamp. Beside him, Jolly Robin seemed +somewhat awkward and clownish. But +then, Jolly always claimed that he was just +a plain, rough-and-ready countryman.</p> +<p>“I never put on any airs,” he often said. +“Farmer Green and I are a good deal +alike in that respect.”</p> +<p>After the Hermit had inquired about +Jolly’s health, and that of his wife as well, +he smoothed down his spotted vest, flicked +a bit of moss off his tail, and said that if +Jolly cared to hear him he would sing one +of his best songs.</p> +<p>“I’d like to hear you sing!” Jolly told +him.</p> +<p>So the Hermit sang a very sweet and +tender melody, which was quite different +from Jolly’s cheery carols.</p> +<p>It was a great pleasure to hear such a +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_68' name='page_68'></a>68</span> +beautiful song. And Jolly Robin was so +delighted that he began to laugh heartily +the moment his cousin had finished the +final note.</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t laugh, if I were you,” the +Hermit reproved him mildly. “That’s a +sad song.... If you care to weep, I’d be +more than gratified,” he said. And he +shuddered slightly, because Jolly’s boisterous +laughter grated upon his sensitive +nerves.</p> +<p>You can see, just from that, that the +Hermit was a very different person from +his merry cousin, Jolly Robin.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_69' name='page_69'></a>69</span> +<a name='XIV_ONE_OR_TWO_BLUNDERS' id='XIV_ONE_OR_TWO_BLUNDERS'></a> +<h2>XIV</h2> +<h3>ONE OR TWO BLUNDERS</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin’s cousin, the Hermit, seemed +much disappointed because Jolly did not +weep after hearing the beautiful, sad song. +But no matter how mournful a song might +be, Jolly Robin could no more have shed +tears over it than a fish could have. Naturally, +a fish never weeps, because it would +be a silly thing to do. Surrounded by +water as he is, a fish could never see his +own tears. And so all the weeping he +might do would be merely wasted.</p> +<p>Not wanting to hurt his cousin’s feelings, +Jolly Robin said that he would try +to weep after he went home. And that +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_70' name='page_70'></a>70</span> +made the Hermit feel happier once more.</p> +<p>“Perhaps you’d like to see our eggs?” +he suggested.</p> +<p>And since Jolly Robin said he would be +delighted to look at them, if the Hermit’s +wife had no objection, his cousin led him +further into the swamp. And there, in a +nest of moss and leaves, lined with pine +needles, the Hermit proudly pointed to +three greenish blue eggs, somewhat smaller +than those in Jolly’s own nest in Farmer +Green’s orchard.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin stared at the nest in amazement. +And pretty soon the Hermit grew +quite uncomfortable.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter?” he asked. “You +seem surprised.”</p> +<p>“I certainly am!” Jolly Robin cried. +“How do you dare do it?”</p> +<p>“Do what?” his cousin inquired uneasily. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_71' name='page_71'></a>71</span></p> +<p>“Why, you and your wife have built +your nest on the ground!”</p> +<p>“Well, why shouldn’t we?” the Hermit +asked. And he looked the least bit angry.</p> +<p>“But everybody knows that the best +place for a nest is in a tree,” Jolly Robin +told him.</p> +<p>His cousin shook his head at that.</p> +<p>“It’s a matter of taste,” he said. “Our +family have always preferred to build +their nests on the ground. And as for me, +I shall continue to follow their example.... +It suits me very well,” he +added.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin couldn’t help laughing, the +sight struck him as being such an odd one.</p> +<p>“It’s a wonder—” he remarked—“it’s +a wonder your wife doesn’t bury her eggs +in the sand beside the creek, like old Mrs. +Turtle.”</p> +<p>“I’d thank you,” said the Hermit, +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_72' name='page_72'></a>72</span> +stiffly, “not to say such things about my +wife.” And though he spoke politely +enough, his manner was quite cold. It +was clear that he felt terribly insulted.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin saw that he had blundered. +And wishing to change the subject, he said +hastily:</p> +<p>“Won’t you sing another song?”</p> +<p>So the Hermit cleared his throat and +began to sing again.</p> +<p>Although this song was not so sad as the +first one, Jolly Robin did not like it half +so well. The chorus, especially, he considered +quite offensive. And it is not surprising, +perhaps, that it displeased him, for +this is the way it went:</p> +<table style='margin: auto' summary=''><tr><td> +<p style='margin-top:0; margin-bottom:0;'> +“Any old vest<br /> +May do for the rest;<br /> +But <i>I</i> like a spotted one best!”<br /> + </p> +</td></tr></table> +<p>If it hadn’t been for that song, Jolly +Robin would not have remembered that he +had intended to speak to his cousin about +his spotted waistcoat. Jolly had been so +interested in the nest on the ground that +the matter of the waistcoat had slipped out +of his mind. But now he suddenly recalled +the reason why he had come to see +the Hermit. And he disliked his cousin’s +spotted finery more than ever.</p> +<p>Thereupon, he resolved that he would +speak about it, too.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_73' name='page_73'></a>73</span> +<a name='XV_LOSTA_COUSIN' id='XV_LOSTA_COUSIN'></a> +<h2>XV</h2> +<h3>LOST—A COUSIN!</h3> +</div> +<p>When the Hermit Thrush had finished his +song about the spotted vest, he looked at +his cousin Jolly Robin out of the corner +of his eye.</p> +<p>“How do you like that one?” he inquired. +He noticed that Jolly was not +laughing.</p> +<p>“That seems to me to be a very silly +song,” Jolly Robin said. “But I’m glad +you sang it, because it has reminded me +that I was going to speak to you about that +spotted waistcoat you’re so fond of wearing.”</p> +<p>“What’s the matter with my +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_74' name='page_74'></a>74</span> +waistcoat?” the Hermit asked quickly. “I’m +sure it’s a very handsome one.”</p> +<p>“I don’t like it!” Jolly told him. “I +wouldn’t be caught with it on me for anything. +Everybody says that you’re a great +dandy because you wear it. And since +you’re my cousin, I think I ought to tell +you what people are saying about you.”</p> +<p>“I don’t care what people say!” the +Hermit exclaimed. “Those that don’t like +my beautiful waistcoat can look the other +way when I’m around. And if my style +of dress doesn’t please you, I’d suggest +that you keep out of this swamp.”</p> +<p>“Now, don’t get angry!” Jolly Robin +begged. He gave his cousin a smile, hoping +that it might make him feel pleasanter. +“I was only trying to help you. I +was only going to advise you to wear a red +waistcoat, like mine.”</p> +<p>Now, the mere thought of wearing a red +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_75' name='page_75'></a>75</span> +waistcoat made the Hermit feel faint. +Some people say that all great singers are +like that. If they don’t like a thing, they +can’t bear even to think about it. And it +was a fact that the words “red waistcoat” +had always made Jolly Robin’s cousin +shudder.</p> +<p>Maybe one reason why he never went to +visit Jolly was because he couldn’t endure +the sight of his bright red vest.</p> +<p>Of course, Jolly Robin knew nothing +about all this.</p> +<p>“Red would be very becoming to you,” +he continued. “And it’s certainly a cheerful +color, too. You need brightening up. +I don’t believe it’s good for you, living in +this damp swamp and singing sad songs. +What you ought to do is to get some clothes +like mine and bring your wife over to +Farmer Green’s orchard and build a nest +in an apple tree.... We could have some +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_76' name='page_76'></a>76</span> +gay times together,” he said smilingly.</p> +<p>Like many other people Jolly Robin +thought his own ways were the best. And +since the Hermit was just as sure that nobody +else knew how to dress, or how to +sing, or how to build a house as well as he +did, it is quite plain that the two cousins +never could agree.</p> +<p>“Just tell your wife about my plan when +she comes home,” said Jolly Robin. “And +I’ll fly over to-morrow and show you the +way to the orchard.”</p> +<p>“I’ll tell her,” his cousin promised.</p> +<p>“Good!” said Jolly Robin. And he +gave his delicate cousin a hearty slap +on the back, which made the poor fellow +wince—for it hurt him not a little. +“Good-by!” Jolly cried. And chirping +loudly, he flew back home.</p> +<p>Now, Jolly noticed, as he left, that his +cousin called “Farewell!” in a melancholy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_77' name='page_77'></a>77</span> +tone. But he thought no more about it at +the time. He told his wife the good news +as soon as he reached the orchard; for +Jolly was sure that his cousin the Hermit +was going to follow his advice.</p> +<p>But the next day Jolly met with a great +surprise. When he went to the swamp +near Black Creek he couldn’t find his +cousin anywhere—nor his cousin’s wife, +either. Even their three eggs had disappeared +from the nest on the ground.</p> +<p>“I hope Fatty Coon hasn’t eaten the +eggs,” said Jolly Robin, as he gazed into +the empty nest. “But it’s no more than +anybody could expect who’s so foolish as to +build a nest on the ground.” He grew +quite uneasy. And he was puzzled, too.</p> +<p>Later, when Jolly Robin met old Mr. +Crow, he learned that his cousin, the Hermit +Thrush, and his wife had moved away +from the swamp the evening before. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_78' name='page_78'></a>78</span></p> +<p>“They’ve left for parts unknown,” old +Mr. Crow explained. “I saw them when +they started. And when I asked your +cousin where they were going, he said that +they didn’t know, but they were hoping to +find some peaceful neighborhood where +they had no relations.”</p> +<p>“That’s strange!” Jolly Robin exclaimed. +“We are very fond of each other—my +cousin and I. By the way,” he +added, “did you happen to notice what +sort of waistcoat he was wearing?”</p> +<p>Mr. Crow said he had noticed; and that +it was a light-colored one with dark spots.</p> +<p>“Dear me!” said Jolly Robin. “I was +hoping he had put on a red one. But since +he moved in such a hurry, perhaps he +hadn’t time to change.”</p> +<p>Whether that was the case, Jolly Robin +never learned. For he never saw his +cousin the Hermit again.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_79' name='page_79'></a>79</span> +<a name='XVI_JEALOUS_JASPER_JAY' id='XVI_JEALOUS_JASPER_JAY'></a> +<h2>XVI</h2> +<h3>JEALOUS JASPER JAY</h3> +</div> +<p>The feathered folk in Pleasant Valley +were all aflutter. They had heard a +strange tale—the oddest tale, almost, that +had ever been told in their neighborhood.</p> +<p>It was Jolly Robin who had started the +story. And since he was not in the habit +of playing jokes on people, everybody believed +what he said—at least, everybody +except Jasper Jay. He declared from the +first that Jolly Robin’s tale was a hoax.</p> +<p>“I claim that there’s not a word of truth +in it!” Jasper Jay said.</p> +<p>Now, there was a reason why Jasper +spoke in that disagreeable way. He didn’t +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_80' name='page_80'></a>80</span> +want the story to be true. And, somehow, +he felt that if he said it was a hoax, it +would really prove to be one.</p> +<p>“I know well enough,” said Jasper, +“that there’s no golden bird in Pleasant +Valley—and nowhere else, either!”</p> +<p>You see, Jolly Robin had hurried to the +woods one day and told everyone he met +that a wonderful golden bird had come to +Pleasant Valley.</p> +<p>“He’s not just yellow, like a goldfinch. +He’s solid gold all over, from the tip of +his bill to the tip of his tail. Even his feet +are golden. And he glistens in the sunshine +as if he were afire!” That was the +way Jolly Robin described the marvellous +newcomer. “He’s the handsomest bird +that ever was seen,” he added.</p> +<p>Perhaps Jasper Jay was jealous. You +know he was a great dandy, being very +proud of his blue suit, which was really +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_81' name='page_81'></a>81</span> +quite beautiful. Anyhow, Jasper Jay began +to sulk as soon as he heard the news.</p> +<p>“Where is this magnificent person?” he +asked Jolly Robin with a sneer. “Do let +me see him! And if he wants to fight, I’ll +soon spoil his finery for him. He won’t +look so elegant after I’ve pulled out his +tail-feathers.”</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin wouldn’t tell anybody +where he had seen the wonderful bird. He +said the golden bird was three times as big +as Jasper Jay. And he didn’t want Jasper +to get hurt, even if he was so disagreeable.</p> +<p>Anyone can see, just from that, that +Jolly Robin was very kind.</p> +<p>“You’d better be careful, or I’ll fight +you, too!” Jasper warned him.</p> +<p>But Jolly was not afraid. He knew that +Jasper was something of a braggart and +a bully. He had chased Jasper once. And +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_82' name='page_82'></a>82</span> +he thought he could do it again, if he had +to.</p> +<p>“My cousin will tell me where to find +this yellow fellow,” said Jasper Jay at +last. “There’s not much that happens in +Pleasant Valley that my cousin doesn’t +know about.” So he flew off to find old +Mr. Crow—for he was the cousin of whom +Jasper was speaking.</p> +<p>Jasper found Mr. Crow in his favorite +tree in the pine woods. And sure enough! +the old gentleman seemed to know all +about the golden bird. But like Jolly +Robin, he refused to say where he had seen +him. To tell the truth, Mr. Crow had +never set eyes on the strange bird. But he +did not like to admit it. “He’s a great +credit to the neighborhood,” said old Mr. +Crow. “And you’d better let him alone, if +you should happen to find him, because +he’s solid gold, you know. And if you flew +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_83' name='page_83'></a>83</span> +at him and tried to peck him, just as likely +as not you’d break your bill on him, he’s +so hard.”</p> +<p>Old Mr. Crow’s warning, however, had +no effect at all upon Jasper Jay.</p> +<p>“I’m going to search every corner in +the valley until I find this fop. And I’ll +teach him that he’d better get out of our +neighborhood with his fine airs.”</p> +<p>When he heard that, old Mr. Crow shook +his head.</p> +<p>“You’re going to have trouble!” he told +Jasper. And then he hurried away to tell +Jolly Robin that he ought to advise the +golden bird to leave Pleasant Valley.</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin said he had not spoken +with the stranger. And never having +talked with a golden bird, he felt a bit shy +about saying anything to him.</p> +<p>“Then there’ll be a terrible fight, I’m +afraid,” said Mr. Crow. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_84' name='page_84'></a>84</span></p> +<p>“I’m afraid so,” Jolly Robin agreed. +And strange as it may seem, they both said +that if there was going to be a fight they +didn’t want to miss seeing it.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_85' name='page_85'></a>85</span> +<a name='XVII_ONLY_A_ROOSTER' id='XVII_ONLY_A_ROOSTER'></a> +<h2>XVII</h2> +<h3>ONLY A ROOSTER</h3> +</div> +<p>Jasper Jay spent several days looking for +the great golden bird that Jolly Robin had +described. But Jasper couldn’t find the +wonderful creature anywhere. And he +was wondering if it wasn’t just a hoax +after all, as he had claimed. He had almost +decided to give up his search, when +he chanced to meet Bennie Barn-Swallow +one day. Jasper happened to mention +that he was on the lookout for Jolly Robin’s +strange bird; and Bennie Barn-Swallow +said quickly:</p> +<p>“Do you mean the bird of gold?”</p> +<p>“The bird of <i>brass</i>, I should say!” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_86' name='page_86'></a>86</span> +Jasper replied, with his nose in the air. “You +haven’t seen him, have you?”</p> +<p>“Why, yes!” said Bennie. “He stays +right near my house.”</p> +<p>Of course, Jasper Jay knew that Bennie +lived in a mud house, under the eaves +of Farmer Green’s barn. So he cried at +once: “Then my search is ended! I’ll +come over to the barn this afternoon and +fight the upstart.”</p> +<p>The news spread quickly—the news of +the fight that was going to take place at +Farmer Green’s barn. And as soon as he +heard it, Jolly Robin went straight to the +barn and asked the golden bird if he +wouldn’t leave Pleasant Valley at once.</p> +<p>But the great, gorgeous creature paid +no attention to Jolly Robin’s request. Indeed, +he seemed not to hear his words at +all—though Jolly Robin thought the +stranger was just pretending. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_87' name='page_87'></a>87</span></p> +<p>Jolly had to sing a good many songs that +day to keep up his spirits. Somehow, he +felt that it was all his fault that there was +going to be a fight.</p> +<p>“I wish I hadn’t told anyone about the +golden bird,” he said. “Maybe he would +have flown away before Jasper Jay heard +of his being here.”</p> +<p>Well, Jasper invited everybody to come +to the barn late in the afternoon to see him +whip the golden bird and pull out his tail-feathers.</p> +<p>“There’s going to be some fun,” said +Jasper Jay. “Nobody ought to miss it.”</p> +<p>So, as the afternoon waned, the feathered +folk began to gather in the orchard. +Jolly Robin was there, and his wife, and +old Mr. Crow, Rusty Wren, Bobbie Bobolink, +Miss Kitty Catbird, and a good many +others as well. There was a good deal of +noise, for everyone was chattering. And +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_88' name='page_88'></a>88</span> +Jasper Jay made almost as great a din +as all his friends together. He boasted in +a loud voice that he was going to give the +golden bird a terrible beating. And he was +so pleased with himself that some of his +companions whispered to one another that +it might be a good thing if the golden bird +gave Jasper a sound whipping.</p> +<p>At last Jasper Jay called out that he +was ready. And then he started for +Farmer Green’s barn, while the eager +crew followed close behind him. They all +alighted on the ridge of the barn. And +like Jasper Jay, they sat there for a short +time and stared at the golden bird, who +shimmered like fire in the slanting rays of +the setting sun.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin and Bennie Barn-Swallow +had seen him before; so they weren’t surprised. +But all the others gazed at him +in amazement. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_89' name='page_89'></a>89</span></p> +<p>Now, to Jasper Jay the golden bird +looked enormous. He was perched high +up on a rod which rose above the roof. +And he seemed very proud and disdainful. +In fact, he paid no attention at all to the +curious flock that watched him.</p> +<p>For a little while nobody said a word. +And Jasper Jay was the first to speak.</p> +<p>“Fiddlesticks!” he cried. “This is +nothing but a barnyard fowl. He’s a +rooster—that’s what he is!”</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_90' name='page_90'></a>90</span> +<a name='XVIII_ON_TOP_OF_THE_BARN' id='XVIII_ON_TOP_OF_THE_BARN'></a> +<h2>XVIII</h2> +<h3>ON TOP OF THE BARN</h3> +</div> +<p>All the feathered folk on the roof of +Farmer Green’s barn saw at once that Jasper +Jay had told the truth. The golden +bird was a rooster, just as Jasper had said. +But it seemed strange to them that a rooster +should sit on so high a perch.</p> +<p>“It looks to me,” said old Mr. Crow, +“it looks to me as if he had flown up here +and lighted on that rod and then was +afraid to fly down again.”</p> +<p>“I’ll knock him off!” cried Jasper Jay. +And he made ready to swoop at the +stranger.</p> +<p>“I wouldn’t do that!” said Jolly Robin. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_91' name='page_91'></a>91</span></p> +<p>“No!” Jasper Jay replied. “I know +you wouldn’t. You’d be <i>afraid</i> to do such +a thing.”</p> +<p>“It’s not that,” Jolly Robin told him, +“though he <i>is</i> ten times my size. This is +what I mean: He’s a peaceable fellow. +And though I will admit that he seems a +little too proud, he hasn’t harmed anybody. +So why should anybody harm +him?”</p> +<p>“He’s a barnyard fowl and he belongs +on the ground,” Jasper Jay declared. “If +we let him stay up here in the air there’s +no knowing what Farmer Green’s fowls +will do. All his hens and roosters—and +he has a hundred of ’em—may take to flying +about where they don’t belong. This +golden gentleman is setting them a bad example. +And it is my duty to teach him a +lesson.”</p> +<p>Now, the real reason why Jasper wanted +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_92' name='page_92'></a>92</span> +to knock the golden rooster off his high +perch was because he was so handsome. +Jasper’s fine blue suit looked quite dull +beside the golden dress of the stranger. +And that was more than Jasper could +stand.</p> +<p>“Here I go!” Jasper cried. And he +left his friends and flew straight at the +golden fowl.</p> +<p>Jasper struck the rooster such a hard +blow that he spun around on his perch +twice. But he didn’t lose his balance. And +he never said a single word.</p> +<p>“I’ll pull out his tail-feathers this +time!” Jasper squawked, as he darted at +the stranger again. But Jasper had no +luck at all. Though he pecked viciously +at the tail of the golden rooster, he succeeded +only in hurting his own bill.</p> +<p>Several times Jasper tried. But not +one tail-feather came away. And some of +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_93' name='page_93'></a>93</span> +the onlookers began to smile. Old Mr. +Crow even guffawed aloud. But Jasper +Jay pretended not to hear him.</p> +<p>“Don’t you think we’d better go away?” +Jolly Robin asked Jasper at last.</p> +<p>“I think <i>you</i> had better leave,” Jasper +screamed. He was very angry, because he +knew that his friends were laughing at +him. And instead of flying at the golden +rooster again he made a swift attack on +Jolly Robin.</p> +<p>Being angry, Jasper had forgotten that +Jolly Robin’s wife was present. And to +the blue-coated rascal there seemed suddenly +to be as many as six Jolly Robins, +each one with a furious wife, too.</p> +<p>Jasper fought his hardest. But he was +no match for them. Very soon he made +for the woods; and as he flew away a blue +tail-feather with a white tip floated down +into the barnyard, where Johnnie Green +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_94' name='page_94'></a>94</span> +had stood for some minutes, watching the +strange sight on the roof of his father’s +barn.</p> +<p>Johnnie picked up the feather and stuck +it in his hat. And when he told his father, +later, how a big blue jay had tried to whip +the new weather-vane and a pair of robins +as well, Farmer Green threw back his head +and laughed loudly.</p> +<p>“Don’t you believe me?” Johnnie asked +him. “Here’s the blue jay’s tail-feather, +anyhow. And that ought to prove that I +am telling the truth.”</p> +<p>But Farmer Green only laughed all the +more. You see, he could hardly believe all +the strange things that happened in the +neighborhood.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_95' name='page_95'></a>95</span> +<a name='XIX_CURIOUS_MR_CROW' id='XIX_CURIOUS_MR_CROW'></a> +<h2>XIX</h2> +<h3>CURIOUS MR. CROW</h3> +</div> +<p>Living in the orchard as they did, near the +farmhouse, Jolly Robin and his wife knew +more about Farmer Green’s family than +any of the other birds in Pleasant Valley, +except maybe Rusty Wren. Being a house +wren, Rusty was naturally on the best of +terms with all the people in the farmhouse.</p> +<p>But all summer long Rusty Wren +never strayed far from home. So it was +Jolly Robin who told his friends in the +woods many strange stories about what +happened near the orchard. His account +of the golden bird was only one of many +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_96' name='page_96'></a>96</span> +curious tales that he related to the wondering +wood-creatures.</p> +<p>Being so cheerful and having so much +interesting news to tell, Jolly Robin was +welcome wherever he went. And when +his friends met him in the woods or the +fields they were sure to stop and ask him +if he hadn’t some new story to tell. One +day old Mr. Crow even took the trouble to +fly all the way across the cornfield to the +edge of the woods, where his sharp eyes +had seen Jolly Robin eating wild cherries.</p> +<p>“I say, what do you know that’s new?” +Mr. Crow asked him. The old gentleman +was a very curious person. Being a great +gossip, he was always on the lookout for +something to talk about.</p> +<p>“I don’t believe I’ve seen anything +lately that would interest you,” Jolly replied, +“unless it’s the four-armed man.”</p> +<p>Mr. Crow looked up quickly. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_97' name='page_97'></a>97</span></p> +<p>“What’s that you say?” he exclaimed.</p> +<p>“The four-armed man!” Jolly Robin +repeated.</p> +<p>“Is that a joke?” Mr. Crow asked. He +was inclined to be suspicious, because he +always disliked having tricks played upon +him. “I’ve heard of—and seen—a two-headed +calf,” he remarked. “But a four-armed +man is a little too much for me to +believe in, unless I behold him with my +own eyes.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin laughed.</p> +<p>“It’s no joke at all!” he declared.</p> +<p>“Then what are you laughing at?” Mr. +Crow inquired severely.</p> +<p>“Nothing!” Jolly Robin answered. +“It’s just a habit of mine to laugh.”</p> +<p>“Very well!” said Mr. Crow. “I accept +your apology. But please don’t do it +again.... And now,” he added, “where, +pray, is this wonderful four-armed man?” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_98' name='page_98'></a>98</span></p> +<p>“In the barnyard!” Jolly Robin informed +him. “I’ve often seen him lately, +walking between the house and the barn. +He looks a good deal like the hired-man. +But of course it can’t be he, for the hired-man—as +you yourself know—has but two +arms.”</p> +<p>“I must have a look at this monster,” +Mr. Crow remarked. “When would be +a good time for me to see him?”</p> +<p>“At milking-time,” Jolly Robin told +him. “If you’ll meet me on the bridge +down the road when you see Johnnie +Green and old dog Spot driving the cows +home from the pasture this afternoon, I’ll +be glad to show you the four-armed man. +And then you’ll admit that I’m not joking.”</p> +<p>“I’ll certainly be there—” Mr. Crow +promised—“but on one condition. You +must tell me now whether you have ever +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_99' name='page_99'></a>99</span> +known this queer being to fire a gun. If +a two-armed man can shoot one gun, I see +no reason why a four-armed man could not +fire at least two guns at the same time. +And if there’s any chance of such a thing +happening, I would not care to be present.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin had hard work to keep from +laughing again. The very idea of the +four-armed man aiming two guns at old +Mr. Crow struck him as being very +funny. He couldn’t speak at all for a few +moments. But he shook his head violently.</p> +<p>“You think there’s no danger, then?” +said Mr. Crow, anxiously.</p> +<p>“None at all!” Jolly Robin answered +him. “He carries nothing more dangerous +than milk-pails.”</p> +<p>“Then I’ll meet you on the bridge,” Mr. +Crow promised.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_100' name='page_100'></a>100</span> +<a name='XX_THE_FOURARMED_MAN' id='XX_THE_FOURARMED_MAN'></a> +<h2>XX</h2> +<h3>THE FOUR-ARMED MAN</h3> +</div> +<p>Old dog Spot was driving the last cow +down the lane when Jolly Robin and Mr. +Crow met on the bridge near the farmhouse, +as they had agreed.</p> +<p>“Now, then—” said Mr. Crow, even +before his broad wings had settled smoothly +along his back—“now, then, where’s +the four-armed man?”</p> +<p>Jolly looked towards the barnyard.</p> +<p>“I don’t see him yet,” he said. “But +he ought to appear any moment now. +Let’s move over to the big oak, for we can +get a better view of the barnyard from the +top of it.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_101' name='page_101'></a>101</span></p> +<p>Mr. Crow was more than willing. So +they flew to the oak and waited for a time. +They saw the cows file into the barn, each +finding her own place in one of the two +long rows of stanchions that faced each +other across the wide aisle running the +length of the barn. It was through that +aisle that the men walked with great forkfuls +of hay in the winter time, which they +flung down before the cows, who munched +it contentedly.</p> +<p>But it was summer now. And the cows +found their own food in the pasture on the +hillside. They came to the barn only to +be milked.</p> +<p>“It’s milking-time right now,” Jolly +Robin remarked. “And pretty soon +you’ll see the four-armed man come out +of the barn with some pails full of milk. +He’ll carry them into the house, to set +them in the buttery. We’ll have a good +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_102' name='page_102'></a>102</span> +look at him without his knowing anything +about it.”</p> +<p>And that was exactly what happened.</p> +<p>“Here he comes!” Jolly Robin exclaimed, +as a figure stepped out of the +barn and began walking toward the house. +“Now, you’ll have to admit that I wasn’t +joking when I told you the news of this +strange being. You ought to be pretty +glad I let you know about the four-armed +man, Mr. Crow. I guess you never saw +anything quite so queer as he is, even if +you <i>have</i> seen a two-headed calf.” Jolly +Robin said a great deal more to Mr. Crow. +And he was so pleased that he started to +sing a song.</p> +<p>But Mr. Crow quickly silenced him.</p> +<p>“Do keep still!” he whispered. “Do +you want to get me into trouble? It’s bad +enough to have a trick like this played on +me, without your making such a noise. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_103' name='page_103'></a>103</span> +Farmer Green might shoot me if he saw +me so near his house. I thought—” Mr. +Crow added—“I thought you laughed a +little too much when you told me about +your four-armed man. It’s a hoax—a +joke—a trick—and a very poor one, +too.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin was puzzled enough by Mr. +Crow’s disagreeable remarks.</p> +<p>“I don’t understand how you can say +those things,” he said.</p> +<p>Mr. Crow looked narrowly at his small +companion before answering. And then +he asked:</p> +<p>“Do you mean to say you never heard +of a neck-yoke?”</p> +<p>“Never!” cried Jolly Robin.</p> +<p>“Well, well!” said Mr. Crow. “The ignorance +of some people is more than I can +understand.... That was no four-armed +man. You said he looked like Farmer +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_104' name='page_104'></a>104</span> +Green’s hired-man; and it is not surprising +that he does, for he is the hired-man. +He has found an old neck-yoke somewhere. +It is just a piece of wood that fits about +his shoulders and around his neck and +sticks out on each side of him like an arm. +And he hooks a pail of milk to each end +of the yoke, carrying his load in that way. +I supposed,” said Mr. Crow, “that people +had stopped using neck-yokes fifty years +ago. It’s certainly that long since I’ve +seen one.”</p> +<p>“Then it’s no wonder that I made a mistake!” +Jolly Robin cried. “For I’m too +young ever to have heard of a neck-yoke, +even.” And he laughed and chuckled merrily. +“It’s a good joke on me!” he said.</p> +<p>But old Mr. Crow did not laugh.</p> +<p>“There you go, making a noise again!” +he said crossly. “A person’s not safe in +your company.” And he hurried off +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_105' name='page_105'></a>105</span> +across the meadow. Mr. Crow was always +very nervous when he was near the farmhouse.</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin stayed right there until +the hired-man walked back to the barn. +He saw then that what Mr. Crow had told +him was really so. And he never stopped +laughing until long after sunset.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_106' name='page_106'></a>106</span> +<a name='XXI_A_DOLEFUL_DITTY' id='XXI_A_DOLEFUL_DITTY'></a> +<h2>XXI</h2> +<h3>A DOLEFUL DITTY</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin often complained about the +wailing of Willie Whip-poor-will. Willie +lived in the woods, which were not far +from the orchard. And it was annoying +to Jolly to hear his call, “<i>Whip-poor-will, +whip-poor-will</i>,” repeated over and over +again for some two hours after Jolly’s +bed-time. Neither did Jolly Robin enjoy +being awakened by that same sound an +hour or two before he wanted to get up in +the morning. And what was still worse, +on moonlight nights Willie sometimes +sang his favorite song from sunset to sunrise. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_107' name='page_107'></a>107</span></p> +<p>“What a doleful ditty!” said Jolly +Robin. “I must see this fellow and tell +him that he ought to change his tune.” +But the trouble was that Jolly Robin did +not like to roam about at night. He was +always too sleepy to do that. And in the +daytime Willie Whip-poor-will was silent, +resting or sleeping upon the ground in the +woods.</p> +<p>But a day came at last when Jolly Robin +stumbled upon Willie Whip-poor-will, +sound asleep where he lived. And Jolly +lost no time in waking him up.</p> +<p>“I’ve been wanting to speak to you for +some time,” he told the drowsy fellow.</p> +<p>“What’s the matter?” Willie Whip-poor-will +asked, with a startled stare. +“Are the woods on fire?”</p> +<p>“No!” said Jolly Robin. “I want to +talk with you—that’s all.” And he was +as cheerful as anyone could have wished. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_108' name='page_108'></a>108</span></p> +<p>But Willie Whip-poor-will looked very +cross.</p> +<p>“This is a queer time to make a call!” +he grumbled. “I don’t like to be disturbed +in broad daylight. I supposed everybody +knew that midnight is the proper time for +a visit.”</p> +<p>“But I’m always asleep then,” Jolly +Robin objected, “unless it’s a moonlight +night and you happen to be singing on my +side of the woods.”</p> +<p>Willie Whip-poor-will looked almost +pleasant when Jolly said that.</p> +<p>“So you stay awake to hear me!” he exclaimed. +“I see you like my singing.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin laughed, because Willie had +made such a funny mistake.</p> +<p>“You’re wrong!” he said. “In fact, +I’ve been wanting to talk with you about +that very thing. I want you to change +your song, which is a very annoying one. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_109' name='page_109'></a>109</span> +It’s altogether too disagreeable. I’ll teach +you my ‘<i>Cheerily-cheerup</i>’ song. You’ll +like it much better, I think. And I’m sure +all your neighbors will.... Why not +learn the new song right now?” Jolly +asked.</p> +<p>But Willie Whip-poor-will made no answer. +Looking at him more closely, Jolly +Robin was amazed to see that he was +sound asleep.</p> +<p>“Here, wake up!” Jolly cried, as he +nudged Willie under a wing.</p> +<p>Again Willie Whip-poor-will sprang up +with a bewildered expression.</p> +<p>“Hullo!” he said. “What’s the +trouble? Did a tree fall?”</p> +<p>“You went to sleep while I was talking +to you,” Jolly Robin explained.</p> +<p>“Oh!” said Willie Whip-poor-will. +“That doesn’t matter. You must be used +to that.” And the words were scarcely +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_110' name='page_110'></a>110</span> +out of his mouth before he had fallen +asleep again.</p> +<p>Jolly Robin looked at him in a puzzled +way. He didn’t see how he could teach +Willie his “<i>Cheerily-cheerup</i>” song unless +he could keep him awake. But he +thought he ought to try; so he gave Willie +a sharp tweak with his bill.</p> +<p>“Did you hear what I said about your +singing?” he shouted right in Willie’s +ear.</p> +<p>Willie Whip-poor-will only murmured +sleepily:</p> +<p>“It’s rheumatism. I just felt a twinge +of it.”</p> +<p>He had no idea what Jolly Robin was +talking about.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_111' name='page_111'></a>111</span> +<a name='XXII_SHOCKING_MANNERS' id='XXII_SHOCKING_MANNERS'></a> +<h2>XXII</h2> +<h3>SHOCKING MANNERS</h3> +</div> +<p>Jolly Robin tried his best to rouse Willie +Whip-poor-will out of his daytime nap. +But he had to admit to himself at last that +his efforts were in vain. It was plain that +Willie was too sleepy to understand what +was said to him. And as for his learning +a new song when he was in that condition, +that was entirely out of the question.</p> +<p>“I’ll have to wait till sunset,” Jolly +Robin sighed at last. “That’s the time +that Willie always wakes up and begins to +sing.... I’ll come back here late this afternoon.”</p> +<p>So he left the woods; and he was busy +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_112' name='page_112'></a>112</span> +every moment all the rest of the day.</p> +<p>Shortly before sunset Jolly Robin went +back to the place in the woods where he +had left Willie Whip-poor-will sleeping. +But Willie was no longer there. He had +left only a few minutes before Jolly’s arrival. +And as Jolly sat on a low branch of +a tree and looked all around, just as the +sun dropped behind the mountain, a voice +began singing from some point deeper in +the woods. “<i>Whip-poor-will! Whip-poor-will!</i>” +That was the way the song went.</p> +<p>“There’s Willie now!” Jolly Robin exclaimed. +And he flew off at once to find +his night-prowling friend. He knew that +Willie Whip-poor-will was some distance +away, because he couldn’t hear the low +“<i>chuck!</i>” with which Willie always began +his song, as a sort of warning that he was +going to sing, and that nobody could stop +him. +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_113' name='page_113'></a>113</span></p> +<p>Jolly had a good deal of trouble finding +the singer, because Willie Whip-poor-will +didn’t stay in one place. Between his +bursts of song he coursed about hunting +for insects, which he caught as he flew. So +it was not surprising that Jolly did not +come upon him until it had grown almost +dark in the woods.</p> +<p>“Hullo!” said Willie as soon as he saw +Jolly Robin. “I haven’t seen you for a +long time.”</p> +<p>Jolly Robin laughed merrily.</p> +<p>“Don’t you remember my calling on +you about noon to-day?” he asked.</p> +<p>“You must be mistaken,” Willie Whip-poor-will +replied. “I’ve been asleep since +sunrise—until a little while ago. And nobody +came to see me.”</p> +<p>“You’ve forgotten,” said Jolly. “But +it’s no matter. I can talk to you now just +as well. I want to speak to you about your +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_114' name='page_114'></a>114</span> +singing.” Jolly paused then; and he +yawned widely, for it was his bed-time +that very moment.</p> +<p>“Talk fast, please!” said Willie Whip-poor-will. +“I haven’t finished my breakfast +yet. And I’m pretty hungry.”</p> +<p>It seemed queer, to Jolly Robin, that +anyone should be eating his breakfast +right after sunset. And he was about to +say something about the matter. But just +as he opened his mouth to speak he yawned +again. And then, without realizing what +he was doing, he tucked his head under +his wing and fell asleep on the limb of the +cedar tree where he was sitting.</p> +<p>Willie Whip-poor-will looked at him in +astonishment.</p> +<p>“What shocking manners!” he exclaimed. +“He went to sleep while we were +talking. But I suppose he knows no better.” +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_115' name='page_115'></a>115</span></p> +<p>Willie would have liked to know what +Jolly Robin was going to say about his +singing. But he was so hungry that he +left Jolly asleep upon his perch and hurried +off to look for more insects.</p> +<p>Since it was a moonlight night, Willie +Whip-poor-will spent all the time until +sunrise in hunting for food. Now and +then he stopped to rest and sing his queer +song, which Jolly Robin did not like.</p> +<p>But Jolly Robin slept so soundly that +for once Willie’s singing never disturbed +him at all.</p> +<hr class='major' /> +<div style='margin: auto; text-align: center; padding-top: 2em; padding-bottom: 1em'> +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_116' name='page_116'></a>116</span> +<a name='XXIII_A_COLD_GREETING' id='XXIII_A_COLD_GREETING'></a> +<h2>XXIII</h2> +<h3>A COLD GREETING</h3> +</div> +<p>When Jolly Robin awoke a little before +dawn, after his night in the woods, he did +not know at first where he was.</p> +<p>Now, it happened that just as he was +awaking in the cedar tree, Willie Whip-poor-will +was going to sleep on the ground +right beneath him. So when Jolly at last +looked down and spied his friend, he remembered +what had happened.</p> +<p>“My goodness!” he said with a nervous +laugh. “I fell asleep here last night! And +I wonder what my wife will say when I +get home.” He would have liked to try +to rouse Willie Whip-poor-will and speak +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_117' name='page_117'></a>117</span> +to him about learning the new song. But +he was so uneasy on account of what his +wife might say about his having stayed +away from home all night that he flew +away as fast as he could go.</p> +<p>It was exactly as he had feared. When +he reached his house in the orchard his +wife greeted him quite coldly. In fact, +she hardly spoke to him at all. And when +Jolly told her, with a good many chuckles, +what a joke he had played on himself—falling +asleep as he had, while making a +call upon Willie Whip-poor-will—she did +not even smile.</p> +<p>“I should think you would be ashamed +of yourself,” she told him. “Willie +Whip-poor-will is a good-for-nothing rascal. +Everybody talks about the way he +prowls through the woods all night and +seldom goes to bed before morning. And +his wife is no better than he is. They’re +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_118' name='page_118'></a>118</span> +too shiftless even to build themselves a +nest. Mrs. Whip-poor-will leaves her eggs +on the ground. And that’s enough to know +about <i>her</i>.</p> +<p>“If you like to spend your time with +such trash you’d better go over to the +woods and live,” Mrs. Robin said. And +then she turned her back on her husband +and set to work to clean her nest.</p> +<p>Jolly and his wife happened to have five +small children at the time. They were so +young that they had never left home, not +having learned to fly. And they were all +clamoring for their breakfast.</p> +<p>Thinking to please his wife, Jolly Robin +went off and began gathering angleworms +for the youngsters. But when he brought +them home his wife told him that he had +better eat them himself.</p> +<p>“I am quite able to feed my own children +without any help from a person who +<span class='pagenum pncolor'><a id='page_119' name='page_119'></a>119</span> +doesn’t come home until after daybreak,” +she said.</p> +<p>And she acted like that for two whole +days. Naturally, Jolly Robin felt very +uncomfortable during that time. And +ever afterward he took good care to have +nothing to do with Willie Whip-poor-will.</p> +<p>He did wish, however, that Willie would +learn a new song. For Jolly disliked more +than ever to hear that “<i>Whip-poor-will! +Whip-poor-will!</i>” repeated over and over +again. It always reminded him of the time +he made his wife angry by spending the +night away from home.</p> +<p style='text-align:center;margin-top:1.5em;'>THE END</p> + +<!-- generated by ppg.rb version: 0.19 --> +<!-- timestamp: Mon Mar 09 07:52:32 -0600 2009 --> + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's The Tale of Jolly Robin, by Arthur Scott Bailey + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE TALE OF JOLLY ROBIN *** + +***** This file should be named 28293-h.htm or 28293-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + http://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/2/9/28293/ + +Produced by Roger Frank and the Online Distributed +Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net + + +Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions +will be renamed. + +Creating the works from public domain print editions means that no +one owns a United States copyright in these works, so the Foundation +(and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United States without +permission and without paying copyright royalties. Special rules, +set forth in the General Terms of Use part of this license, apply to +copying and distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works to +protect the PROJECT GUTENBERG-tm concept and trademark. Project +Gutenberg is a registered trademark, and may not be used if you +charge for the eBooks, unless you receive specific permission. If you +do not charge anything for copies of this eBook, complying with the +rules is very easy. You may use this eBook for nearly any purpose +such as creation of derivative works, reports, performances and +research. They may be modified and printed and given away--you may do +practically ANYTHING with public domain eBooks. Redistribution is +subject to the trademark license, especially commercial +redistribution. + + + +*** START: FULL LICENSE *** + +THE FULL PROJECT GUTENBERG LICENSE +PLEASE READ THIS BEFORE YOU DISTRIBUTE OR USE THIS WORK + +To protect the Project Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting the free +distribution of electronic works, by using or distributing this work +(or any other work associated in any way with the phrase "Project +Gutenberg"), you agree to comply with all the terms of the Full Project +Gutenberg-tm License (available with this file or online at +http://gutenberg.org/license). + + +Section 1. General Terms of Use and Redistributing Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic works + +1.A. By reading or using any part of this Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work, you indicate that you have read, understand, agree to +and accept all the terms of this license and intellectual property +(trademark/copyright) agreement. If you do not agree to abide by all +the terms of this agreement, you must cease using and return or destroy +all copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in your possession. +If you paid a fee for obtaining a copy of or access to a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work and you do not agree to be bound by the +terms of this agreement, you may obtain a refund from the person or +entity to whom you paid the fee as set forth in paragraph 1.E.8. + +1.B. "Project Gutenberg" is a registered trademark. It may only be +used on or associated in any way with an electronic work by people who +agree to be bound by the terms of this agreement. There are a few +things that you can do with most Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works +even without complying with the full terms of this agreement. See +paragraph 1.C below. There are a lot of things you can do with Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works if you follow the terms of this agreement +and help preserve free future access to Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. See paragraph 1.E below. + +1.C. The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation ("the Foundation" +or PGLAF), owns a compilation copyright in the collection of Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic works. Nearly all the individual works in the +collection are in the public domain in the United States. If an +individual work is in the public domain in the United States and you are +located in the United States, we do not claim a right to prevent you from +copying, distributing, performing, displaying or creating derivative +works based on the work as long as all references to Project Gutenberg +are removed. Of course, we hope that you will support the Project +Gutenberg-tm mission of promoting free access to electronic works by +freely sharing Project Gutenberg-tm works in compliance with the terms of +this agreement for keeping the Project Gutenberg-tm name associated with +the work. You can easily comply with the terms of this agreement by +keeping this work in the same format with its attached full Project +Gutenberg-tm License when you share it without charge with others. + +1.D. The copyright laws of the place where you are located also govern +what you can do with this work. Copyright laws in most countries are in +a constant state of change. If you are outside the United States, check +the laws of your country in addition to the terms of this agreement +before downloading, copying, displaying, performing, distributing or +creating derivative works based on this work or any other Project +Gutenberg-tm work. The Foundation makes no representations concerning +the copyright status of any work in any country outside the United +States. + +1.E. Unless you have removed all references to Project Gutenberg: + +1.E.1. The following sentence, with active links to, or other immediate +access to, the full Project Gutenberg-tm License must appear prominently +whenever any copy of a Project Gutenberg-tm work (any work on which the +phrase "Project Gutenberg" appears, or with which the phrase "Project +Gutenberg" is associated) is accessed, displayed, performed, viewed, +copied or distributed: + +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 + +1.E.2. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is derived +from the public domain (does not contain a notice indicating that it is +posted with permission of the copyright holder), the work can be copied +and distributed to anyone in the United States without paying any fees +or charges. If you are redistributing or providing access to a work +with the phrase "Project Gutenberg" associated with or appearing on the +work, you must comply either with the requirements of paragraphs 1.E.1 +through 1.E.7 or obtain permission for the use of the work and the +Project Gutenberg-tm trademark as set forth in paragraphs 1.E.8 or +1.E.9. + +1.E.3. If an individual Project Gutenberg-tm electronic work is posted +with the permission of the copyright holder, your use and distribution +must comply with both paragraphs 1.E.1 through 1.E.7 and any additional +terms imposed by the copyright holder. Additional terms will be linked +to the Project Gutenberg-tm License for all works posted with the +permission of the copyright holder found at the beginning of this work. + +1.E.4. Do not unlink or detach or remove the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License terms from this work, or any files containing a part of this +work or any other work associated with Project Gutenberg-tm. + +1.E.5. Do not copy, display, perform, distribute or redistribute this +electronic work, or any part of this electronic work, without +prominently displaying the sentence set forth in paragraph 1.E.1 with +active links or immediate access to the full terms of the Project +Gutenberg-tm License. + +1.E.6. You may convert to and distribute this work in any binary, +compressed, marked up, nonproprietary or proprietary form, including any +word processing or hypertext form. However, if you provide access to or +distribute copies of a Project Gutenberg-tm work in a format other than +"Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other format used in the official version +posted on the official Project Gutenberg-tm web site (www.gutenberg.org), +you must, at no additional cost, fee or expense to the user, provide a +copy, a means of exporting a copy, or a means of obtaining a copy upon +request, of the work in its original "Plain Vanilla ASCII" or other +form. Any alternate format must include the full Project Gutenberg-tm +License as specified in paragraph 1.E.1. + +1.E.7. Do not charge a fee for access to, viewing, displaying, +performing, copying or distributing any Project Gutenberg-tm works +unless you comply with paragraph 1.E.8 or 1.E.9. + +1.E.8. You may charge a reasonable fee for copies of or providing +access to or distributing Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works provided +that + +- You pay a royalty fee of 20% of the gross profits you derive from + the use of Project Gutenberg-tm works calculated using the method + you already use to calculate your applicable taxes. The fee is + owed to the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark, but he + has agreed to donate royalties under this paragraph to the + Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation. Royalty payments + must be paid within 60 days following each date on which you + prepare (or are legally required to prepare) your periodic tax + returns. Royalty payments should be clearly marked as such and + sent to the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation at the + address specified in Section 4, "Information about donations to + the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation." + +- You provide a full refund of any money paid by a user who notifies + you in writing (or by e-mail) within 30 days of receipt that s/he + does not agree to the terms of the full Project Gutenberg-tm + License. You must require such a user to return or + destroy all copies of the works possessed in a physical medium + and discontinue all use of and all access to other copies of + Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +- You provide, in accordance with paragraph 1.F.3, a full refund of any + money paid for a work or a replacement copy, if a defect in the + electronic work is discovered and reported to you within 90 days + of receipt of the work. + +- You comply with all other terms of this agreement for free + distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm works. + +1.E.9. If you wish to charge a fee or distribute a Project Gutenberg-tm +electronic work or group of works on different terms than are set +forth in this agreement, you must obtain permission in writing from +both the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation and Michael +Hart, the owner of the Project Gutenberg-tm trademark. Contact the +Foundation as set forth in Section 3 below. + +1.F. + +1.F.1. Project Gutenberg volunteers and employees expend considerable +effort to identify, do copyright research on, transcribe and proofread +public domain works in creating the Project Gutenberg-tm +collection. Despite these efforts, Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works, and the medium on which they may be stored, may contain +"Defects," such as, but not limited to, incomplete, inaccurate or +corrupt data, transcription errors, a copyright or other intellectual +property infringement, a defective or damaged disk or other medium, a +computer virus, or computer codes that damage or cannot be read by +your equipment. + +1.F.2. LIMITED WARRANTY, DISCLAIMER OF DAMAGES - Except for the "Right +of Replacement or Refund" described in paragraph 1.F.3, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation, the owner of the Project +Gutenberg-tm trademark, and any other party distributing a Project +Gutenberg-tm electronic work under this agreement, disclaim all +liability to you for damages, costs and expenses, including legal +fees. YOU AGREE THAT YOU HAVE NO REMEDIES FOR NEGLIGENCE, STRICT +LIABILITY, BREACH OF WARRANTY OR BREACH OF CONTRACT EXCEPT THOSE +PROVIDED IN PARAGRAPH F3. YOU AGREE THAT THE FOUNDATION, THE +TRADEMARK OWNER, AND ANY DISTRIBUTOR UNDER THIS AGREEMENT WILL NOT BE +LIABLE TO YOU FOR ACTUAL, DIRECT, INDIRECT, CONSEQUENTIAL, PUNITIVE OR +INCIDENTAL DAMAGES EVEN IF YOU GIVE NOTICE OF THE POSSIBILITY OF SUCH +DAMAGE. + +1.F.3. LIMITED RIGHT OF REPLACEMENT OR REFUND - If you discover a +defect in this electronic work within 90 days of receiving it, you can +receive a refund of the money (if any) you paid for it by sending a +written explanation to the person you received the work from. If you +received the work on a physical medium, you must return the medium with +your written explanation. The person or entity that provided you with +the defective work may elect to provide a replacement copy in lieu of a +refund. If you received the work electronically, the person or entity +providing it to you may choose to give you a second opportunity to +receive the work electronically in lieu of a refund. If the second copy +is also defective, you may demand a refund in writing without further +opportunities to fix the problem. + +1.F.4. Except for the limited right of replacement or refund set forth +in paragraph 1.F.3, this work is provided to you 'AS-IS' WITH NO OTHER +WARRANTIES OF ANY KIND, EXPRESS OR IMPLIED, INCLUDING BUT NOT LIMITED TO +WARRANTIES OF MERCHANTIBILITY OR FITNESS FOR ANY PURPOSE. + +1.F.5. Some states do not allow disclaimers of certain implied +warranties or the exclusion or limitation of certain types of damages. +If any disclaimer or limitation set forth in this agreement violates the +law of the state applicable to this agreement, the agreement shall be +interpreted to make the maximum disclaimer or limitation permitted by +the applicable state law. The invalidity or unenforceability of any +provision of this agreement shall not void the remaining provisions. + +1.F.6. INDEMNITY - You agree to indemnify and hold the Foundation, the +trademark owner, any agent or employee of the Foundation, anyone +providing copies of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works in accordance +with this agreement, and any volunteers associated with the production, +promotion and distribution of Project Gutenberg-tm electronic works, +harmless from all liability, costs and expenses, including legal fees, +that arise directly or indirectly from any of the following which you do +or cause to occur: (a) distribution of this or any Project Gutenberg-tm +work, (b) alteration, modification, or additions or deletions to any +Project Gutenberg-tm work, and (c) any Defect you cause. + + +Section 2. Information about the Mission of Project Gutenberg-tm + +Project Gutenberg-tm is synonymous with the free distribution of +electronic works in formats readable by the widest variety of computers +including obsolete, old, middle-aged and new computers. It exists +because of the efforts of hundreds of volunteers and donations from +people in all walks of life. + +Volunteers and financial support to provide volunteers with the +assistance they need, are critical to reaching Project Gutenberg-tm's +goals and ensuring that the Project Gutenberg-tm collection will +remain freely available for generations to come. In 2001, the Project +Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation was created to provide a secure +and permanent future for Project Gutenberg-tm and future generations. +To learn more about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation +and how your efforts and donations can help, see Sections 3 and 4 +and the Foundation web page at http://www.pglaf.org. + + +Section 3. Information about the Project Gutenberg Literary Archive +Foundation + +The Project Gutenberg Literary Archive Foundation is a non profit +501(c)(3) educational corporation organized under the laws of the +state of Mississippi and granted tax exempt status by the Internal +Revenue Service. The Foundation's EIN or federal tax identification +number is 64-6221541. Its 501(c)(3) letter is posted at +http://pglaf.org/fundraising. Contributions to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation are tax deductible to the full extent +permitted by U.S. federal laws and your state's laws. + +The Foundation's principal office is located at 4557 Melan Dr. S. +Fairbanks, AK, 99712., but its volunteers and employees are scattered +throughout numerous locations. Its business office is located at +809 North 1500 West, Salt Lake City, UT 84116, (801) 596-1887, email +business@pglaf.org. Email contact links and up to date contact +information can be found at the Foundation's web site and official +page at http://pglaf.org + +For additional contact information: + Dr. Gregory B. Newby + Chief Executive and Director + gbnewby@pglaf.org + + +Section 4. Information about Donations to the Project Gutenberg +Literary Archive Foundation + +Project Gutenberg-tm depends upon and cannot survive without wide +spread public support and donations to carry out its mission of +increasing the number of public domain and licensed works that can be +freely distributed in machine readable form accessible by the widest +array of equipment including outdated equipment. Many small donations +($1 to $5,000) are particularly important to maintaining tax exempt +status with the IRS. + +The Foundation is committed to complying with the laws regulating +charities and charitable donations in all 50 states of the United +States. Compliance requirements are not uniform and it takes a +considerable effort, much paperwork and many fees to meet and keep up +with these requirements. We do not solicit donations in locations +where we have not received written confirmation of compliance. To +SEND DONATIONS or determine the status of compliance for any +particular state visit http://pglaf.org + +While we cannot and do not solicit contributions from states where we +have not met the solicitation requirements, we know of no prohibition +against accepting unsolicited donations from donors in such states who +approach us with offers to donate. + +International donations are gratefully accepted, but we cannot make +any statements concerning tax treatment of donations received from +outside the United States. U.S. laws alone swamp our small staff. + +Please check the Project Gutenberg Web pages for current donation +methods and addresses. Donations are accepted in a number of other +ways including checks, online payments and credit card donations. +To donate, please visit: http://pglaf.org/donate + + +Section 5. General Information About Project Gutenberg-tm electronic +works. + +Professor Michael S. Hart is the originator of the Project Gutenberg-tm +concept of a library of electronic works that could be freely shared +with anyone. For thirty years, he produced and distributed Project +Gutenberg-tm eBooks with only a loose network of volunteer support. + + +Project Gutenberg-tm eBooks are often created from several printed +editions, all of which are confirmed as Public Domain in the U.S. +unless a copyright notice is included. Thus, we do not necessarily +keep eBooks in compliance with any particular paper edition. + + +Most people start at our Web site which has the main PG search facility: + + http://www.gutenberg.org + +This Web site includes information about Project Gutenberg-tm, +including how to make donations to the Project Gutenberg Literary +Archive Foundation, how to help produce our new eBooks, and how to +subscribe to our email newsletter to hear about new eBooks. + + +</pre> + +</body> +</html> diff --git a/28293-h/images/illus-fpc.jpg b/28293-h/images/illus-fpc.jpg Binary files differnew file mode 100644 index 0000000..b547c8c --- /dev/null +++ b/28293-h/images/illus-fpc.jpg |
