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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: Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures + +Author: David Cory + +Illustrator: H. S. Barbour + +Release Date: May 16, 2009 [EBook #28846] + +Language: English + +Character set encoding: ISO-8859-1 + +*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES *** + + + + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Emmy and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net + + + + + + +</pre> + + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 322px;"> +<img src="images/i_cover.jpg" width="322" height="500" alt="Cover" title="" /> +</div> +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 600px;"> +<img src="images/i_endpapers.jpg" width="600" height="427" alt="Endpapers" title="" /> +</div> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_1" id="Page_1">[1]</a></span></p> + + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_2" id="Page_2">[2]</a></span></p> +<h1>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S<br />ADVENTURES</h1> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><div class='bbox'> +<h2><i>LITTLE JACK RABBIT<br />BOOKS</i></h2> + +<div class='center'>(Trademark Registered)<br /> +BY<br /> +DAVID CORY<br /><br /></div> + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="Jack Rabbit books"> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Danny Fox</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Big Brown Bear</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle John Hare</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Professor Crow</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Old Man Weasel</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Mr. Wicked Wolf</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Hungry Hawk</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Policeman Dog</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Miss Mousie</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Uncle Lucky</span></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Yellow Dog Tramp</span></td></tr> +</table></div></div> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_4" id="Page_4">[4]</a></span></p> + +<div class="figcenter" style="width: 329px;"> +<img src="images/i_004.jpg" width="329" height="500" alt="Little Jack Rabbit Hid Behind His Mother's Skirt." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Little Jack Rabbit Hid Behind His Mother's Skirt.<br /> +<i>Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures.</i> <i>Frontispiece—(<a href="#Page_16">Page 16</a>)</i></span> +</div> + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_5" id="Page_5">[5]</a></span></p> +<div class='center'><i>LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS</i></div> + +<div class='copyright'><span class='u'> (Trademark Registered) </span></div> + +<h1>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S<br /> +ADVENTURES</h1> + +<h3>BY</h3> + +<h2>DAVID CORY</h2> + +<div class='center'> +Author of<br /> +<span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Danny Fox</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Squirrel Brothers</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and Chippy Chipmunk</span><br /> +<span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit and the Big Brown Bear</span><br /> +<br /><br /><br /> + +<br /><small>ILLUSTRATED BY</small><br /> +H. S. BARBOUR<br /> + +<br /><br /><br /><br /> +<small>NEW YORK</small><br /> +<big>GROSSET & DUNLAP</big><br /> +PUBLISHERS<br /> +<small>Made in the United States of America</small><br /> +</div> + +<p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_6" id="Page_6">[6]</a></span></p> +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + + +<div class='copyright'> +<span class="smcap">Copyright, 1921, by</span><br /> +<br /> +GROSSET & DUNLAP<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_7" id="Page_7">[7]</a></span></p> +<h2>CONTENTS</h2> + + + + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="4" cellspacing="0" summary=""> +<tr><td align='left'> </td><td align='left'><small>PAGE</small></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Railroad</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_9">9</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The First Train</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_13">13</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Narrow Escape</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_17">17</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">School</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_21">21</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Mistake in Spelling</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Disobedient Jimmy Crow</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_29">29</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">A Prisoner</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_33">33</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Home Again</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Stolen Eggs</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_41">41</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">At the Farm</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Colored Eggs</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_49">49</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Henny Penny</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_53">53</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Dam</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_57">57</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Good News</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_61">61</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_8" id="Page_8">[8]</a></span><span class="smcap">A Perplexed Little Rabbit</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_64">64</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Turnip</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_68">68</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Bonfire</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_72">72</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Cow</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_76">76</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Sugar-Coated Carrot</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_79">79</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bad Luck</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_83">83</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Little Jack Rabbit Stubs His Toe</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_87">87</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mud Turtle Town</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_91">91</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Bobby Tail</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_95">95</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Sunshine</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_99">99</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Turkey Tim</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_103">103</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Phoebe Pheasant</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_107">107</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The Snowball</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_110">110</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">The New Sleigh</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_113">113</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Daily Duties</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_117">117</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">Mrs. Oriole's Mirror</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_121">121</a></td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'><span class="smcap">An Airship Ride</span></td><td align='right'><a href="#Page_125">125</a></td></tr> +</table></div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_9" id="Page_9">[9]</a></span></p> +<h2>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S<br />ADVENTURES</h2> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> +<h2>THE RAILROAD</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was a wild story that came to the ears of +Little Jack Rabbit for, as he came hopping +down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop +of his playmates ran out to meet him, and +one cried one thing, and one another, but +the words which he heard most plainly +were:</div> + +<p>"The railroad! The railroad! Oh, have +you heard?"</p> + +<p>"Yes," answered Little Jack Rabbit, not +at all excited, "I know a railroad is going +to run past the Sunny Meadow."</p> + +<p>"Oh, but that's nothing! It's going to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_10" id="Page_10">[10]</a></span> +run right through your house!" cried Busy +Beaver.</p> + +<p>"Right through the Old Bramble +Patch!" shouted Chippy Chipmunk.</p> + +<p>"Right through your front door!" +screamed Gray Squirrel.</p> + +<p>"I don't believe that," said Little Jack +Rabbit. "A railroad can't get through a +door!"</p> + +<p>"Why, of course they'll take out the +door," replied Busy Beaver; "they'll pull +down your whole house; they'll clear away +the Old Bramble Patch; why, they may use +the whole of the Sunny Meadow—every bit +of it!"</p> + +<p>By this time Little Jack Rabbit was excited. +Already he saw the dear Old Bramble +Patch torn out by the roots; the little +house gone, and himself and all the family<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_11" id="Page_11">[11]</a></span> +forced to rove homeless through the Shady +Forest. So it was no wonder he almost forgot +to stop at the postoffice on his way home.</p> + +<p>But as he came up the Shady Forest Path +that afternoon, he saw that the dear Old +Bramble Patch was still there—that was +one comfort. No wandering about tonight, +at least.</p> + +<p>And there, too, was his little brother, +Bobby Tail, turning somersaults under the +Old Chestnut Tree, and Mr. and Mrs. John +Rabbit sitting quietly on the front doorstep.</p> + +<p>So Little Jack Rabbit plucked up heart +and asked Papa Rabbit if the railroad were +going to take away the Old Bramble Patch +and their house.</p> + +<p>"No, it isn't," replied Mr. Rabbit, "but +it's coming mighty close."</p> + +<p>"I just knew it wasn't," said Little Jack<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_12" id="Page_12">[12]</a></span> +Rabbit with a sigh of relief. "But Busy +Beaver said it was and that I must pack up +my clothes at once."</p> + +<p>"Well, the line was laid out to run right +through the dear Old Bramble Patch," said +Mr. Rabbit, "but when they found it must +cross the Old Duck Pond, they turned it to +one side. So the dear Old Bramble Patch +is safe."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_13" id="Page_13">[13]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE FIRST TRAIN</h2> + +<div class='poem'> +Look out for the Choo-choo cars!<br /> +Don't you hear the thunder jars?<br /> +First the whistle, then the bell<br /> +Clanging through the Forest Dell.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">For</span> weeks and weeks there was great excitement +among the Little People of the +Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From +behind trees and bushes, rocks and stumps, +they watched the building of the railroad.</div> + +<p>Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice, +but changed his mind. As for Little Jack +Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump +and wondered.</p> + +<p>Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to +move from the Big Brush Heap on the hill.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_14" id="Page_14">[14]</a></span> +She and her little bunnies were now visiting +in the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>When Little Jack Rabbit was told that +a railroad must be level, he thought a man +would come with a big scythe and slice off +the top of the hill like a loaf of bread and +lay the slices in the hollows.</p> + +<p>This wasn't so very strange, seeing that +he was only a little bunny boy and, of +course, didn't know anything about building +railroads.</p> + +<p>Every day the railroad came nearer being +finished. The hill was dug out. As +Mr. Mole remarked, "It was done almost +as well as I could have done it, only, of +course, I would have made a tunnel."</p> + +<p>Then the sleepers were laid. Busy +Beaver smiled as he watched the men lay +the great logs on the smooth earth.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_15" id="Page_15">[15]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Wouldn't they be dandy for my dam?" +he remarked.</p> + +<p>"You've got all you need," answered +Little Jack Rabbit. "I'm glad they didn't +break up the Old Rail Fence and make railroad +ties out of it."</p> + +<p>Finally the rails were fastened on the +logs and the railroad was finished; the first +train was to run through and everybody +was waiting to see it.</p> + +<p>Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit put on their +Sunday clothes and took Little Jack Rabbit +and Brother Bobby Tail to the end of the +Old Rail Fence.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon a black speck appeared at +the end of the long line. It grew bigger +and bigger. A cloud of smoke arose and +drifted over to the Shady Forest. There +was a rattle and a roar and a din. Little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_16" id="Page_16">[16]</a></span> +Jack Rabbit hid behind his mother's skirt, +but the train had already passed them.</p> + +<p>And there on the platform of the last car, +stood the Farmer's Boy, holding on by the +door, bowing and smiling and proud as a +king.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_17" id="Page_17">[17]</a></span></p> +<h2>A NARROW ESCAPE</h2> + +<div class='poem'> +Hear the engine whistle toot!<br /> +See the smoke and smell the soot!<br /> +Lucky that the train don't stay,<br /> +But flashes by and far away!<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">At</span> first the Grown-ups in the Shady Forest +and the Sunny Meadow were very sorry to +have the railroad come so near, but after a +while they found it didn't matter so much; +for the cars passed through a "cut" so deep +that the engine's smokestack hardly reached +the top, and you only knew they were there +by the sound.</div> + +<p>Of course, it took Cousin Cotton Tail +ever and ever so long to get used to the Old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_18" id="Page_18">[18]</a></span> +Bramble Patch. You see, it wasn't anything +like the Old Brush Heap, with its +covering of trailing vines, and she was glad +when she was able to go back to her old +home on the other side of the Bubbling +Brook.</p> + +<p>On this side the Sunny Meadow was just +the same; so was the Shady Forest, and by +and by everybody almost forgot that there +had been a time when there wasn't any railroad.</p> + +<p>At the Old Barnyard, however, things +were very different, for the railroad made +a turn just there and came in very close +to the Big Red Barn.</p> + +<p>Cocky Doodle had all he could do to +keep the Barnyard Folk out of danger. +Every morning after his early cock-a-doodle-do<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_19" id="Page_19">[19]</a></span> +he read them a lesson on the dangers +of crossing railroad tracks.</p> + +<p>For a while Henny Penny laid her eggs +in the Henhouse. The truth was that her +nest in the corner of the Old Rail Fence +happened to be just at the end of the Sunny +Meadow where the railroad ran through +the "cut," and the noise of the cars made +her nervous.</p> + +<p>Ducky Waddles was glad that the Old +Duck Pond was still safe. He had heard +how it had just escaped being bridged over +for the noisy cars.</p> + +<p>Yes, everyone kept away from the railroad +track except Goosey Lucy. And why +Goosey Lucy liked to waddle down the +steep bank and along the hard wooden logs +of the roadbed no one could find out.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_20" id="Page_20">[20]</a></span></p> + +<p>But one fine day Goosey Lucy got caught. +Yes, sir. Before she could get off the track +the train came along. It was very narrow +between the two steep banks, and she +couldn't fly high enough to reach the top. +Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny shut their +eyes. They couldn't bear to see what was +going to happen.</p> + +<p>But Goosey Lucy wasn't such a goose, +after all. She sat perfectly still between the +rails, and when the train had passed over +her, she got up, shook the cinders off her +white feathers and waddled back to the Old +Barnyard!</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_21" id="Page_21">[21]</a></span></p> +<h2>SCHOOL</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Come</span>, get your cap, I'm going to take you +to school today!"</div> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit was too surprised to +answer—he just opened his mouth, and the +only sound his mother heard was a funny +little noise like a whistle.</p> + +<p>"Don't you hear me?" she asked, tying +the strings of her Sunday bonnet under her +furry chin.</p> + +<p>"Whew!" said the little rabbit at last recovering +from his surprise. "Why do you +want me to go to school?"</p> + +<p>"Because all the Shady Forest grown-ups +think it's a good thing to have a school for<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_22" id="Page_22">[22]</a></span> +the children," and she gave her bonnet a +push and pulled on her black silk mitts.</p> + +<p>"Get your cap. Every mother will be +there for the opening day, and we mustn't +be late."</p> + +<p>The little rabbit hopped silently along +by his mother's side, wondering how it had +all happened so suddenly. He hadn't heard +a word about a school, nor had any of his +playmates.</p> + +<p>"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he +asked at last.</p> + +<p>"Because we didn't want Grandmother +Magpie to know anything until the matter +was settled," answered Mrs. Rabbit in a +low voice. "She is such a busy-body."</p> + +<p>Goodness me! Mrs. Rabbit had hardly +finished speaking when up flew the very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_23" id="Page_23">[23]</a></span> +person she had been talking about. Yes, +there she stood, right on the Shady Forest +Path a few feet in front of them.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," said Grandmother +Magpie.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Jack Rabbit gave her bonnet strings +a jerk. She always did this when she was +angry, and the sight of that disagreeable +bird reminded her of the time she had told +tales on Little Jack Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," answered the little rabbit's +mother stiffly. She didn't really want +to say good morning, but she had to be +polite.</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked Grandmother +Magpie, hopping along by Mrs. +Rabbit's side. Mrs. Rabbit said nothing, +only hopped along faster, but she couldn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_24" id="Page_24">[24]</a></span> +get rid of that mischievous old bird. Oh, +my, no. She stuck around like a chestnut +burr.</p> + +<p>"Grandmother Magpie," said Mrs. Rabbit +at last, "I have some important business +to attend to this morning, so I will say +goodby." And she gave Grandmother Mischief, +as she was often called, such a stiff +bow that the old lady magpie stopped short +and let them go on without her.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_25" id="Page_25">[25]</a></span></p> +<h2>A MISTAKE IN SPELLING</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Shady Forest School had once been a +pigeon house, but when the farm was sold +and the old buildings torn down, it had been +left to shelter Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who +wouldn't move away.</div> + +<p>One night during a great storm it had +toppled off the post on which it stood, and +rolled down the hillside, helped along by +Billy Breeze, until it had landed on the +edge of the Shady Forest.</p> + +<p>Here it had been discovered by the Little +Forest Folk, and at Parson Owl's suggestion, +had been pushed and shoved in and +out among the trees until it stood right-side +up in a sunlit clearing.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_26" id="Page_26">[26]</a></span></p> + +<p>Then Parson Owl had called together all +the Grown-ups and persuaded them to +make it into a schoolhouse.</p> + +<p>And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit +and her little bunny on their way to the +opening exercises, so there is no need of +saying anything more about it, except that +it had a nice door in front and a dozen +round holes, under which were fastened +little pieces of board for wide windowsills, +on which the pigeons used to stand and +preen their feathers.</p> + +<p>As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother +drew near they saw Chippy Chipmunk's +face at one of the little round windows. +Then Busy Beaver looked out of another, +and pretty soon every little round window +had a head peeping through, while in the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_27" id="Page_27">[27]</a></span> +doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in his +black swallowtail coat.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit," he said, +looking over his spectacles. "You have +brought another scholar, I see."</p> + +<p>When they were seated in the schoolroom, +he walked over to the big blackboard.</p> + +<p>"John," he said, turning to the little rabbit, +"tell me how to spell your name."</p> + +<p>Goodness gracious me! Would you +believe it, the little rabbit answered +"J-A-C-K!" You see, he was so used to +being called just "Jack" that he spelt +"John" the same way.</p> + +<p>Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was +the first President, but he didn't enquire +who was going to be the next, for I guess<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_28" id="Page_28">[28]</a></span> +he thought the little rabbit hadn't studied +Politics enough. After that he told Mrs. +Rabbit that she had a very bright little +bunny boy even if he didn't know how to +spell his right name.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_29" id="Page_29">[29]</a></span></p> +<h2>DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Professor Jim Crow</span> and his family lived +in the Tall Pine Tree.</div> + +<p>"Now, Mrs. Crow," he said to his wife +one morning, "as I shall be away almost all +day teaching the Little People of the Shady +Forest and the Sunny Meadow to read and +write, you will have your hands full with +the children. Be very careful, my dear, +for they haven't yet learned to fly!"</p> + +<p>"Don't worry," answered Mrs. Crow, +"you have troubles enough with the schoolhouse +full of children. I'll take good care +that ours come to no harm."</p> + +<p>Professor Jim Crow had been gone only a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_30" id="Page_30">[30]</a></span> +few minutes when who should call but +Grandmother Magpie.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," she said, perching on +a branch near at hand so as to look into +the nestful of little crows.</p> + +<p>"I'm dreadfully busy," answered Mrs. +Crow. "Now that the Professor is teaching +school, I have all the care of the children. +It's no easy matter, for each little +crow thinks he knows how to fly."</p> + +<p>"Well, perhaps he does!" said Grandmother +Magpie. "If you don't let them +try how are they ever going to learn?"</p> + +<p>"They are not old enough," replied Mrs. +Crow.</p> + +<p>"Not old enough?" repeated that meddlesome +old lady bird. "Stuff and nonsense! +Of course they are!" Then off she +flew, leaving Mrs. Crow dreadfully upset<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_31" id="Page_31">[31]</a></span> +and the little crows very discontented.</p> + +<p>After making sure that Grandmother +Magpie was out of sight, Mrs. Crow flew +over to the Sunny Meadow for worms for +her hungry children, but first she told them +to be careful not to fall out of the nest while +she was gone.</p> + +<p>"Botheration!" said little Jimmy Crow +after a few minutes. "Every word Grandmother +Magpie says is true. We are kept +like prisoners in this old nest. I'm going +to fly!"</p> + +<p>"Oh, don't!" cried all his brothers and sisters. +"You can't fly even across the Shady +Forest Path."</p> + +<p>"Well, then, I can walk," said the +naughty little crow, and he hopped out of +the nest and fluttered down to the ground.</p> + +<p>But, Oh dear me! Just then along came<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</a></span> +the Farmer's Boy. In a twinkling, he +caught poor Jimmy Crow and cut off the +tips of his wing feathers with a big jack-knife.</p> + +<p>"Now, my little black beauty, you won't +fly far," he laughed, and turned his steps +toward the Old Farm.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"So, you're caught, Jimmy Crow!"<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Sang gay Billy Breeze,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Playing hide-and-go-seek</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">'Mid the tall forest trees.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Don't you wish you'd obeyed<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">What your kind mother said?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But, no, you were stubborn,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">And had a swelled head."</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</a></span></p> +<h2>A PRISONER</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Pretty</span> soon along came Little Jack Rabbit +on his way home from school. Everybody +in the Shady Forest knew Little Jack Rabbit. +From his nest in the Tall Pine Tree +Jimmy Crow had often seen him hopping +by with the Squirrel Brothers.</div> + +<p>How he wished now he had never left +the dear old nest. Here he was, a prisoner, +and there was the little rabbit, free and +happy, hopping home from school.</p> + +<p>He tried to flutter out of the Farmer +Boy's hand, but he was only held the tighter, +so he lay perfectly still and wondered +miserably what his mother would say when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</a></span> +she came home and heard that he had disobeyed.</p> + +<p>By and by the Farmer's Boy opened the +gate to the Farmyard and walked over to +the Big Red Barn. Pretty soon he found +an old birdcage, in which he put poor +Jimmy Crow. Then he hung it up on the +little front porch of the Old Farm House.</p> + +<p>"What have you got there," asked the +Kind Farmer when he came home for supper, +"a young crow?"</p> + +<p>"Yep," answered the Farmer's Boy. "I +picked him up in the woods; he was tryin' +to fly."</p> + +<p>It was very lonely on the little front +porch after Mr. Merry Sun had gone to +bed. Jimmy Crow huddled in one corner +and watched Mrs. Moon climb over the +hilltop.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</a></span></p> + +<p>He heard Granddaddy Bullfrog singing +in the Duck Pond, and the splash of the +millwheel as it turned slowly over and over. +How he wished he had obeyed his mother +and was safe at home, listening to his father +tell the school news, and who was late, and +who knew his lesson best.</p> + +<p>By and by the Old Grandfather Clock in +the Farm House struck ten and the lights +went out. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Moon +it would have been pitch dark.</p> + +<p>Suddenly, he heard a familiar hoot, and +the next minute dear Old Parson Owl fluttered +up to the cage.</p> + +<p>It didn't take him long to find the handle +on the little door, which he opened softly.</p> + +<p>"Jump out!" he whispered. "Hop after +me as fast as you can. I'll fly low down so +you won't lose sight of me."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Am I dreaming?" thought the poor +little crow, as he fluttered down to the +ground and hopped after Old Parson Owl +toward the Shady Forest. "If I am, I hope +I'll wake up in Mother's nest!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</a></span></p> +<h2>HOME AGAIN</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">It</span> was very late when they reached the Tall +Pine Tree. The good Professor was sound +asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady +Forest Schoolhouse and a long search for +his little lost crow. He had hunted for him +until it grew so dark that he had been +forced to give it up.</div> + +<p>But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the +little crows were crying softly over their +little lost brother. Disobedience makes +others unhappy as well as the one who disobeys.</p> + +<p>All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the +gentle flap of wings, and looking over the<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</a></span> +edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl +in the dim moonlight. The next moment +the sight of little Jimmy Crow hopping +after him made her heart go pitter-patter.</p> + +<p>"Here's our little boy!" she cried, fluttering +down to the ground, while all the little +crow brothers and sisters looked over the +edge of the nest, and Professor Jim Crow +woke up with a start.</p> + +<p>But, dear me! Didn't they have a dreadful +time getting the little crow up in the +tree. You see, he could only flutter now +that his wings had been clipped, and if Old +Parson Owl hadn't carried him on his +broad back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow ever +would have reached the nest.</p> + +<p>By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed +over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was getting +out of bed in the gold and purple East.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</a></span></p> + +<p>The Shady Forest was beginning to +awake. The birds were chirping to one +another, and the Little Four-footed People +were racing up and down the trees and +scampering over the ground.</p> + +<p>Parson Owl waited to see that everything +was all right, and then, turning to +Professor Jim Crow, said:</p> + +<p>"If Little Jack Rabbit hadn't come to +tell me that the Farmer's Boy had stolen +Jimmy Crow, your little son would still +be in the cage on the farmhouse porch."</p> + +<p>"My dear Parson," said Professor Jim +Crow gratefully, "I shall never forget what +you and Little Jack Rabbit have done."</p> + +<p>"Don't mention it," said the kind old +Parson, hurrying back to the Big Oak Tree +before the light grew too strong for his big +round eyes.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</a></span></p> + +<div class='poem'> +Oh, children, never disobey,<br /> +And never break a rule,<br /> +And never tell what is untrue,<br /> +Nor run away from school.<br /> +</div> + +<p>Perhaps if all the little boys and girls +who read this story will learn this verse, it +will keep them out of trouble. If Jimmy +Crow had, maybe he never would have disobeyed +his mother.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE STOLEN EGGS</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mr. Merry Sun</span> was up bright and early. +He shone on the Sunny Meadow and +lighted up the dark places in the Shady +Forest.</div> + +<p>He even poked a sunbeam in the eye of +Parson Owl, who winked and blinked and +turned the other way.</p> + +<p>Soon everybody was wide awake, for the +Little People of the Shady Forest and the +Sunny Meadow are always up with Mr. +Merry Sun.</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit, looking out of the +Old Bramble Patch, wondered who was +bending over the tall grass in the corner of<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</a></span> +the Old Rail Fence. Shading his eyes with +his right paw, he looked again. Yes, it was +the Farmer's Boy. Pretty soon he stood up +straight, holding his hat carefully in his +hand. Then he turned with a whistle and +walked home.</p> + +<p>"I wonder what he's been up to?" +thought Little Jack Rabbit, and, being a +curious little bunny, he hopped over to find +out. Carefully peeping through the tall +grass he saw a nice round nest, but it was +empty. Only a gray speckled feather was +left.</p> + +<p>"He's stolen the eggs!" cried the little +rabbit. "He's just mean enough to steal +eggs!"</p> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 326px;"> +<img src="images/i_042.jpg" width="326" height="500" alt=""Did You Steal My Eggs?" Cried Henny Penny." title="" /> +<span class="caption">"Did You Steal My Eggs?" Cried Henny Penny.<br /><i>Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures.</i> <i>Page 43</i><br /> +</span> +</div> + + + + + + +<p>Just then Henny Penny came across the +Sunny Meadow. She was a very pretty +gray speckled hen and lived in a little house<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_43" id="Page_43">[43]</a></span> +by the Big Red Barn. But instead of laying +her nice white eggs in the comfortable +nests in the Henhouse, she came all the +way over to the Old Rail Fence Corner.</p> + +<p>But Little Jack Rabbit didn't know that. +He didn't know whose nest it was until +Henny Penny cried distractedly, "Who has +stolen my eggs? Did you, Little Jack Rabbit?"</p> + +<p>"Is it your nest?" he gasped, so startled +that he asked a question instead of answering +one.</p> + +<p>"Of course it's mine," replied Henny +Penny, looking at him as if she meant to +peck his little pink eyes right out of his +head. "But answer my question. Did you +take my eggs?"</p> + +<p>"Of course not," said the little rabbit. +"I saw the hired boy leave here a few minutes<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_44" id="Page_44">[44]</a></span> +ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe +he took them."</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Cock-a-doodle-do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">What can I do for you?"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sudden, +just like that.</div> + +<p>"O Cocky Doodle!" cried Henny Penny, +"my nest has been robbed. Let's tell the +Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen +my eggs."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_45" id="Page_45">[45]</a></span></p> +<h2>AT THE FARM</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">All</span> right, come along," said Cocky Doodle, +and he started back for the Old Farm, +followed by Henny Penny and the little +bunny.</div> + +<p>"Where are you going?" called out Mrs. +Rabbit from the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>"I'm going over to the Old Farm with +Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle," answered +her little bunny boy.</p> + +<p>"You'd better be careful," said his +mother, "the farmer might catch you."</p> + +<p>"I don't think so, Mrs. Rabbit," said +Cocky Doodle; "he's a very kind farmer." +Mrs. Rabbit smiled, as if she only half believed<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_46" id="Page_46">[46]</a></span> +the little rooster. Then she turned +to her little rabbit boy and said, "Keep a +bright lookout, and don't forget you're only +a small bunny."</p> + +<p>After that away went the three little people, +Cocky Doodle, with his bright red +comb, and Henny Penny in her pretty gray +speckled feathers, and Little Jack Rabbit, +in his fur waistcoat, white as the big clouds +that chased Mr. Merry Sun over the bright +blue sky.</p> + +<p>"Who is this little bunny?" asked Turkey +Tim when they all came to the Farm Yard.</p> + +<p>"Don't you know?" answered Henny +Penny. "Why, he's the little rabbit who +colors the Easter Eggs!"</p> + +<p>"What!" cried a big fat goose.</p> + +<p>"This is Little Jack Rabbit," said Cocky +Doodle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_47" id="Page_47">[47]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Pleased to meet you," said Goosey Lucy. +"Do you paint goose eggs, too?" But before +the little bunny could say yes or no, the +Kind Farmer himself came out of the +house.</p> + +<p>"Why, look who's here," he said with +a smile. And such a kind smile that +Little Jack Rabbit wasn't the least bit +afraid.</p> + +<p>"He saw the hired boy steal the eggs +from my nest in the corner of the Old Rail +Fence," cried Henny Penny.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed the Kind Farmer. +"So that's where you've been laying your +eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?"</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Cock-a-doodle-do,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">She only laid a few.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But after this she'll lay the rest</span><br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_48" id="Page_48">[48]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Within the little wooden nest</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">You hung upon the Henhouse wall,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And tell you with her cackle-call,"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was +too ashamed to speak.</div> + +<p>Then the Weathercock whirled around +on his big toe and, pointing at the little hen, +shouted through his tin megaphone:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Why don't you stay at home and lay,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And not go calling every day?</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I never leave my perch up here</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">No matter what the atmosphere."</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_49" id="Page_49">[49]</a></span></p> +<h2>COLORED EGGS</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">I often</span> wondered why she went across +the Sunny Meadow every day," said Ducky +Waddles. "It's too long a walk for me!"</div> + +<p>"Yes, you wabble too much!" said Henny +Penny.</p> + +<p>"That's because I've little thin pieces of +skin between my toes," answered Ducky +Waddles. "My feet are too wide and flat +for walking, but they make splendid paddles."</p> + +<p>"Come, come," interrupted the Kind +Farmer. "Henny Penny hasn't explained +why she goes over to the Sunny Meadow +to lay her eggs instead of in the nice nests +in the Henhouse."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_50" id="Page_50">[50]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit +to color them for Easter," she answered. +"I thought if I laid them near the Old +Bramble Patch it would be easier for +him."</p> + +<p>"Oh, that's the reason?" said the Kind +Farmer. "And pray, Mr. Jack Rabbit, +how do you color the eggs?"</p> + +<p>Oh, dear me! Wasn't the little rabbit +embarrassed! He wasn't sure but what he'd +better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch. +Perhaps, too, he was a little bit afraid of +the big Kind Farmer.</p> + +<p>"I never colored any eggs," answered the +little rabbit in a low voice, "but I've often +helped mother color them. She takes a big +red rose and rubs it over an egg until it +turns red. With a buttercup she makes a<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_51" id="Page_51">[51]</a></span> +yellow one. From the violets by the Bubbling +Brook she gets a beautiful purple +color, and from the wild roses a lovely pink +tint. Just every-day grass gives a dandy +green color."</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha," laughed the big Kind Farmer, +"so that's what the rabbits do on Easter, is +it?" and he turned away and went into the +Big Red Barn to feed the horses.</p> + +<p>"I guess it's time for me to be going," +said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mother may +worry if I stay away too long!"</p> + +<p>"What's your hurry?" said Ducky Waddles.</p> + +<p>"Goodby," said Henny Penny.</p> + +<p>"Come again," said Cocky Doodle.</p> + +<p>"Come very soon," said Turkey Tim.</p> + +<p>"Call tomorrow," cried Goosey Lucy.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_52" id="Page_52">[52]</a></span></p> + +<p>But the little rabbit was out of hearing by +this time, and just as Mr. Merry Sun went +down behind the West Hill, he hopped into +the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>"Come, wash your hands; supper is +ready," said Mrs. Rabbit, as she took the +carrot muffins out of the oven and dished +the stewed lollypops.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_53" id="Page_53">[53]</a></span></p> +<h2>HENNY PENNY'S MISTAKE</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">There</span> was great excitement at the Old +Barn Yard. A big mistake had been made. +Whose fault it was no one could tell; but +the fact was that Henny Penny had hatched +out a brood of ducklings.</div> + +<p>At first nobody thought anything was +wrong, except that, perhaps, her little brood +had very large bills and feet, much larger +than those of any little chicks at the farm.</p> + +<p>But one day when the whole brood waddled +off down to the Old Duck Pond and +jumped in everybody knew that Henny +Penny had little ducks and not little +chickens.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_54" id="Page_54">[54]</a></span></p> + +<p>Poor little Henny Penny! She stood +upon the bank and clucked and clucked to +them to come back.</p> + +<p>"You'll be drowned, my darlings!" she +cried. But the little ducks threw out their +great brown feet as cleverly as if they had +taken swimming lessons all their lives and +sailed off on the Old Duck Pond, away, +away among the ferns, under the pink +azaleas, through reeds and rushes and arrowheads +and pickerel weed, the happiest +ducks that ever were born. And soon they +were quite out of sight.</p> + +<p>Poor little Henny Penny. She didn't +know how to swim, so she sat down on the +bank and waited for her little ducks to come +back. Now and then she wiped her eyes on +her downy breast feathers.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_55" id="Page_55">[55]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Don't cry," said Cocky Doodle kindly.</p> + +<p>"Don't worry," said Rosy Comb. "Your +children seem to know how to swim as well +as Ducky Waddles."</p> + +<p>Just then across the Old Duck Pond came +a chorus of quacks, and at a distance was +seen the little brood swimming home, their +feathers gleaming in green and gold.</p> + +<p>"Such a splendid time we've had," they +all cried as they waddled up the bank. +"And we know now how to get our +own living, for there are lots of little fish +and flies out there on the Old Duck Pond. +We can take care of ourselves, so don't +worry any more about us, Mother Henny +Penny."</p> + +<p>"They are little ducks, not chickens," +said Ducky Waddles.</p> + +<p>"Are you sure?" asked Henny Penny<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_56" id="Page_56">[56]</a></span> +tearfully, wiping her eyes with a tiny yellow +handkerchief.</p> + +<p>"Of course I am," replied Ducky Waddles. +"Don't I know a duck's foot when +I see it?"</p> + +<p>"Dear, Oh dear!" sighed the poor little +hen, "there has been a dreadful mistake!"</p> + +<p>But whose mistake it was no one could +tell, for the Kind Farmer never confessed +that he put duck eggs in Henny Penny's +nest.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_57" id="Page_57">[57]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE DAM</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Bubbling Brook was slowly drying +up. Everyone on the Sunny Meadow was +worried, and the little people who lived +in the water were even more worried.</div> + +<p>It was just like having one's house pulled +down while living in it. You see, as the +water became more shallow there were +places in the little brook that were hardly +covered with water, and it was only in the +deep holes that the fish and crabs could +swim at all.</p> + +<p>And the cause of all this was Busy +Beaver. Yes, sir. Busy Beaver was building +a dam across the Bubbling Brook.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_58" id="Page_58">[58]</a></span></p> + +<p>Somehow he knew that winter was coming, +when it would be all frozen over. But +he knew that if he built a dam across it, a +little pond would form where the water +would be too deep to freeze clear down to +the bottom.</p> + +<p>"I'll leave a little opening in the dam to +let the water run out when it gets high +enough," said Busy Beaver to himself as +he laid mud and stones on top of a log.</p> + +<p>If the Little People of the Sunny +Meadow had only heard him they wouldn't +have been so worried. Little Jack Rabbit +did, though, as he came hopping down the +Shady Forest Path.</p> + +<p>"Good morning," said the little bunny.</p> + +<p>Busy Beaver looked up from his work. +He had almost finished a mighty good job. +First, he had cut down a tree, and then<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_59" id="Page_59">[59]</a></span> +sawed it with his sharp teeth into logs. +These he had rolled into the water, weighting +them down with stones and mud until +gradually he had built up a splendid dam +from the bottom of the pond.</p> + +<p>"It's almost finished," said Busy Beaver. +"It took me quite a long time, for sometimes +the logs would bob up and drift away, +and I'd have to begin all over again. But +I kept at it, and now I've got a nice dam +to hold back the water."</p> + +<p>"Why do you want deep water?" asked +the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Come over here and I'll show you," answered +Busy Beaver, leading Little Jack +Rabbit around to the end of the dam nearest +the Shady Forest. "There, you see my +house. Now the water must be deep enough +so that when it freezes my front door will<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_60" id="Page_60">[60]</a></span> +always be below the ice. Otherwise I +wouldn't be able to swim in and out."</p> + +<p>"How soon will the Bubbling Brook start +running again?" asked the little bunny.</p> + +<p>"Pretty soon—maybe tonight," answered +Busy Beaver.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah! I'll tell my friend the little +Fresh Water Crab!" and away hopped the +little rabbit to the Sunny Meadow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_61" id="Page_61">[61]</a></span></p> +<h2>GOOD NEWS</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Already</span> the water was beginning to trickle +over the pebbly bottom of the Bubbling +Brook.</div> + +<p>All of a sudden a voice overhead shouted, +"Good morning!" and there sat Chatterbox, +the Red Squirrel, in the Big Walnut Tree. +"Why are you in such a hurry?"</p> + +<p>"I must tell all my friends in the Sunny +Meadow the good news," replied the little +rabbit. "I can't wait a minute."</p> + +<p>"I'll go with you," said Chatterbox, running +down the tree. "Tell me, what's the +news?"</p> + +<p>"The Bubbling Brook will be running<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_62" id="Page_62">[62]</a></span> +again tonight," answered the little bunny, +and he explained all about Busy Beaver's +dam.</p> + +<p>"Well, I declare," exclaimed Chatterbox, +"Busy Beaver has a lot of nerve to stop the +water running in the Bubbling Brook. He +doesn't own the water rights. The Bubbling +Brook belongs to everyone alike."</p> + +<p>"So it does," answered Little Jack Rabbit, +"but Busy Beaver has to look out for himself. +If he doesn't build a dam his little +house will be frozen up this winter."</p> + +<p>Just then the water rose almost to the +ferns that grew on the edge of the Bubbling +Brook. "Everything's all right now," said +the little rabbit, "I won't bother to go over +to the Sunny Meadow. The fishes and the +little fresh water crabs will learn the news<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_63" id="Page_63">[63]</a></span> +before I can get there," and he sat down +to talk things over with Chatterbox.</p> + +<p>"You just ought to see Busy Beaver use +his tail as a trowel to lay on the mud," said +the little rabbit, who couldn't keep from +talking about what he had just seen. "He +carries the mud and stones between his chin +and forepaws and knows just how to put +them in the cracks between the logs to keep +back the water."</p> + +<p>"Well, we all must prepare for the long, +cold winter," said Chatterbox. "Brother +Tip Top and I have been gathering nuts for +many a day and have our storehouse nearly +full."</p> + +<div class='poem'> +While the Autumn days are here<br /> +Make things snug for Winter drear;<br /> +Storehouse filled with everything<br /> +To last until again it's Spring.<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_64" id="Page_64">[64]</a></span></p> +<h2>A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Goodness</span> gracious me!" exclaimed Little +Jack Rabbit, all of a sudden, "the Clover +Patch is all dried up. What shall I do +when winter comes?"</div> + +<p>"Hunt for old turnips and carrots in the +field," laughed Chatterbox.</p> + +<p>"I think I'll leave you," answered Little +Jack Rabbit thoughtfully, "I'm beginning +to worry about what's going to happen +to me," and away he hopped, leaving the +little red squirrel sitting beneath his tree.</p> + +<p>"'Most everybody I know," thought the +little rabbit as he hopped along, "curls up +and goes to sleep for the winter. I wonder<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_65" id="Page_65">[65]</a></span> +if I could? I'm going home to ask +Mother."</p> + +<p>But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up +carrot jelly to answer questions. "Don't +bother me," she said, "I haven't got a minute +to spare." So the only thing for the little +bunny to do was to go to somebody else.</p> + +<p>The very first person he met was Hedgy +Hedgehog. He was just coming out of his +hole, which he had been busily lining with +grass and dry leaves, some of which were +still sticking to his spikes, for he hadn't +had time to brush himself.</p> + +<p>"What are you doing?" asked the little +bunny.</p> + +<p>"Getting ready for winter. I've fixed up +my place nice and warm, and when the cold +weather comes I'll creep in and sleep till +Spring."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_66" id="Page_66">[66]</a></span></p> + +<p>"What do you eat?" asked Little Jack +Rabbit, who could eat all the time, and +sometimes oftener, like all rabbits.</p> + +<p>"Don't eat—can't eat when you're asleep, +you know."</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little +bunny, "that would never do for me!" and +he hopped away.</p> + +<p>By and by he came to the Old Duck Pond. +There sat Granddaddy Bullfrog on a log, +winking and blinking in the light of Mr. +Merry Sun.</p> + +<p>"Granddaddy Bullfrog, what do you do +when winter comes?"</p> + +<p>"Why, bless you, my little bunny," +answered the old gentleman frog, "I go +to sleep in the mud at the bottom of +the pond."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_67" id="Page_67">[67]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Oh, dear, I can't do that!" sighed the +little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Of course not," laughed Granddaddy +Bullfrog. "Do what your mother says, and +stop worrying!"</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_68" id="Page_68">[68]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE TURNIP</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Well</span>, I guess Granddaddy Bullfrog is +right," thought Little Jack Rabbit, as he +hopped back home to the Old Bramble +Patch. "What's the use of worrying about +winter? I'll take Granddaddy Bullfrog's +advice and leave it all to Mother."</div> + +<p>After that he felt much better. Pretty +soon he saw Timmy Meadowmouse looking +out of his little round house of grass, no +larger than a cricket ball, which was fastened +to three or four stiff stalks of grass +about a foot above the ground.</p> + +<p>"Good morning. Do you know, I've +been dreadfully worried about winter; but<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_69" id="Page_69">[69]</a></span> +now I'm going to take Granddaddy Bullfrog's +advice and leave it all to mother."</p> + +<p>You see, this little rabbit just couldn't +stop talking about his troubles, although he +was going to leave them all to mother!</p> + +<p>"There! She's waving to you from the +Old Bramble Patch," cried Timmy Meadowmouse. +Away went the little bunny +without another word and in less than five +hundred hops he was home.</p> + +<p>"Hop over to the field and bring me a +turnip. Your father will be home for lunch +in a few minutes," said Mrs. Rabbit.</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit hopped through the +Old Rail Fence, across the road and into +the field where the Old Scarecrow flapped +his arms every time Billy Breeze whistled +through the cornstalks. But the Old +Clothes Man couldn't frighten the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_70" id="Page_70">[70]</a></span> +bunny. Oh, my no! It took more than that, +although he was a scary little chap. You +see, he knew all about the Old Scarecrow, +for he had watched the Kind Farmer put +him up in the early Spring.</p> + +<p>Picking up a nice looking turnip, he +turned about and started back again. But, +Oh dear me! All of a sudden out from behind +a cornstack jumped the Farmer's Boy.</p> + +<p>The little rabbit didn't stop to say sorry +to have met you. No siree. He hopped +away as fast as he could, but not fast enough. +Before he had gone maybe thirteen hops a +stone hit his left hind leg.</p> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" yelled the Farmer's Boy. +"Wait till I hit you again, Mr. Cottontail." +But he didn't, for the little rabbit went +faster on three legs than he had on four, and<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_71" id="Page_71">[71]</a></span> +the next minute popped safely into the dear +Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>"Where's the turnip?" asked Mrs. Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Goodness me! I guess that's what the +Farmer's Boy hit me with," answered the +little bunny.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_72" id="Page_72">[72]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE BONFIRE</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Everybody</span> in the Shady Forest was having +a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl was +nearly coughing his head off, Professor +Jim Crow's voice was so hoarse his scholars +could hardly understand him, and Little +Jack Rabbit's eyes looked as if he had been +crying for a week.</div> + +<p>The reason for all this was that the smoke +from the Farmer Boy's big bonfire had +drifted into the forest until every chink and +corner was filled.</p> + +<p>At first no one knew what was the matter. +Of course the air smelled queer and made +one's eyes smart. But after a while when<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_73" id="Page_73">[73]</a></span> +the smoke grew so thick that it seemed like +night-time and Mr. Merry Sun couldn't +be seen at all, the Forest Folk thought it +time to hold a meeting to consider what was +best to do. They all decided to ask Billy +Breeze to help them, and you can imagine +how grateful they were when he agreed to +blow the smoke out of the Shady Forest. +Before Mr. Merry Sun went down behind +the hills that night Billy Breeze had cleared +the smoke away and everything was clean +and sweet again.</p> + +<p>Now, before all this had taken place, a +handful of burning leaves had drifted +along the Old Rail Fence, setting fire to the +long, dry grass, and in a short time there +was quite a fire close to the Old Bramble +Patch.</p> + +<p>It didn't take Little Jack Rabbit long to<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_74" id="Page_74">[74]</a></span> +borrow some sweet potatoes from his +mother, and while he was roasting them +Chippy Chipmunk climbed through the +fence with a bagful of chestnuts.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon along came Jimmy Crow, +and when he saw what was going on, he +was mighty anxious to have some fun, too. +So off he went to get some bittersweet berries, +for he likes them much better than +sweet potatoes.</p> + +<p>After a while Mrs. Rabbit came out to +see whether they were up to any mischief. +She was worried for fear they might burn +up the Old Rail Fence or set fire to the Old +Bramble Patch. But no, nothing was +wrong. All three were quietly sitting +around a small fire, the little rabbit peeling +a hot sweet potato, the little chipmunk shelling +a smoking hot chestnut and the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</a></span> +crow picking out the nice browned bittersweet +berries.</p> + +<p>"Well, well!" exclaimed the lady rabbit +with a sigh of relief, "I expected to see the +Old Rail Fence in ashes and the dear Old +Bramble Patch in flames."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</a></span></p> +<h2>MRS. COW</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Ting-a-ling!</span> ting-a-ling!" went Mrs. +Cow's bell. Mrs. Cow seemed mighty anxious +to get away from somebody. Yes, sir! +she kept right on running, although every +now and then she'd turn her head to look +behind her.</div> + +<p>By and by Little Jack Rabbit came hopping +over the top of the hill with a tin pail +in his paw. But, goodness me! Mrs. Cow +didn't have to run away from him. No +indeed. He wasn't going to milk her. He +didn't have a milk pail at all, but a little dinner +pail, and Mrs. Cow was mistaken and +had run away for nothing.</p> + +<p>The truth of the matter was that the little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</a></span> +rabbit was going berrying down in the +Cranberry Marsh on the other side of the +Old Duck Pond, but of course Mrs. Cow +didn't know that.</p> + +<p>But she did know it wasn't time to be +milked, and, anyway, she wasn't going to +have anybody milk her but the Kind +Farmer.</p> + +<p>"Mrs. Cow! Mrs. Cow!" cried the little +rabbit, "I'm going cranberrying, not milking. +Don't run away!"</p> + +<p>"Honest Injun?" said Mrs. Cow, halting +at the Bubbling Brook. "Cross your +heart?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, cross my heart," answered the little +rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," replied +Mrs. Cow. "I might have sprained my +ankle jumping over the Bubbling Brook."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</a></span> +Then she trotted along by the little rabbit's +side.</p> + +<p>"How's your Ma these days?" she asked +in a little while.</p> + +<p>"She's going to make cranberry jelly +when I get back," replied the little rabbit. +"Father's very fond of it. How's Mr. +Bull?"</p> + +<p>"He's very well," answered Mrs. Cow. +"He was up when Cocky Doodle sang his +Sun Song this morning."</p> + +<p>"So was I," laughed the little rabbit. +"Mother says Cocky Doodle is better than +an alarm clock, for you don't have to wind +him."</p> + +<p>Just then they came to the end of the +meadow, so the little rabbit hopped through +the fence and down to the Cranberry Patch +to fill his pail with the bright red berries.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">All</span> of a sudden, just like that, he saw something +shining in the grass. And what do +you think it was? You'll never guess, so +I'll tell you right away. A sugar-coated +carrot. But before he could put it in his +pocket along came little Katie Cottontail, +swinging her sunbonnet in her paw.</div> + +<div class='poem'> +"Wiggle your ear and shut your eye,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Twinkle your nose and say 'Oh my!'"</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>shouted Little Jack Rabbit, "and I'll give +you something to make you laugh."</div> + +<p>"What is it?" asked little Katie Cottontail,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</a></span> +but just the same she didn't wait for an +answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled +her nose up and down, and then sideways.</p> + +<p>But, Oh dear me. Just then the little +rabbit dropped the sugar-coated carrot and +couldn't find it. He hunted high and low, +and so did little Katie Cottontail, but the +candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It certainly +was. And I'll tell you where it went. +Into a little hole in the ground where a +snake had his home.</p> + +<p>"Well, we'll make some cranberry juice +soda when we get home," said Little Jack +Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cranberry +Patch. In a little while he had filled +his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and +then they started for home.</p> + +<div class="figright" style="width: 326px;"> +<img src="images/i_085.jpg" width="326" height="500" alt="Katie Cottontail Went Clippety-Clap Up the Path." title="" /> +<span class="caption">Katie Cottontail Went Clippety-Clap Up the Path.<br /><i>Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</i> <i>Page 81</i><br /></span> +</div> + + + + +<p>"I must be careful not to squash 'em, or<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</a></span> +Mother'll give me a scolding," she said, as +they climbed up the bank where the railroad +track cut through. But, Oh dear me! +Just as they were about to hop through the +Old Rail Fence, along came a train.</p> + +<p>"Ding, dong!" went the bell. "Toot-toot-toot!" +shrieked the whistle. Poor little +Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and dropped +her apron. Then clipperty-clip, lipperty-lip +she went up the Cow Path to the +Old Brush Heap on the hillside.</p> + +<p>Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little +bunny girl hopping home all out of breath, +thought something must be the matter and +ran back to the Big Red Barn. The bell on +her collar didn't make nearly as much noise +as the one on the locomotive, but it made her +hurry, just the same.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Goodness me! What scary things girls +are!" said the little rabbit. "Mrs. Cow's +ten times as big as Katie Cottontail, but she's +just as scary."</p> + +<p>After picking up the cranberries which +the little frightened girl rabbit had spilled +from her apron, the bunny boy hopped +home to the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>His mother was standing in the kitchen +doorway, her right paw shading her eyes as +she looked anxiously over the Sunny +Meadow.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</a></span></p> +<h2>BAD LUCK</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Goodness</span> me! I'm dreadfully worried," +cried Mrs. Rabbit, "I just saw the Kind +Farmer's Black Cat cross the path from +right to left, and that means bad luck, you +know."</div> + +<p>"I guess he's hunting for little Timmy +Meadowmouse," answered Little Jack Rabbit. +"It will be bad luck for Timmy to be +caught."</p> + +<p>"Why don't you run over and tell him," +said Mrs. Rabbit. "Black Cat may be hiding +near his house. You'd better hurry."</p> + +<p>So away hopped the little rabbit to find +Timmy Meadowmouse, who lived in a little<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</a></span> +round house made of twisted grass on +the Sunny Meadow. Pretty soon he saw the +little meadowmouse peeking out of his front +door.</p> + +<p>"Oh, it's you, is it, Little Jack Rabbit," +he said with a sigh of relief, "I thought I +heard some one creeping around my house. +But if it was you, it's all right."</p> + +<p>"Maybe it isn't all right," answered the +little rabbit, and he told how his mother had +seen Black Cat cross the path from right to +left. "And that means bad luck, you know."</p> + +<p>"If he crosses your path from left to right, +what does that mean?" asked the little meadowmouse.</p> + +<p>"Good luck," answered Little Jack Rabbit.</p> + +<p>"I don't know," said Timmy Meadowmouse +with a shiver, "if he saw me first, it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</a></span> +would be bad luck no matter which way he +crossed the path."</p> + +<p>Just then Little Jack Rabbit saw something +move in the tall grass. "Look out," +he shouted.</p> + +<p>Into his house popped Timmy Meadowmouse, +and none too soon, for Black Cat +landed on the very spot where he had stood +talking to the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"So it was you who warned Timmy +Meadowmouse, was it?" he hissed, humping +up his back and waving his long tail +back and forth. Oh my, but he looked +ugly.</p> + +<p>"Yes, it was I," answered Little Jack +Rabbit bravely, and then he did what his +mother had taught him to do when in a +tight place. He suddenly turned his back +on Black Cat and struck out with his strong<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</a></span> +hind legs. Thump! they went against +Black Cat's ribs, knocking him over. Then +away hopped the little rabbit back to the +Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +If you do what mother says<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You'll grow tall and strong.</span><br /> +On your lips a happy smile,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">In your heart a song—</span><br /> +If you do what mother says<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You will not go wrong.</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</a></span></p> +<h2>LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Cocky Doodle</span> stood by the Big Red Barn +and clapped his wings. Then digging his +feet well into the ground, he began his +morning cock-a-doodle-do.</div> + +<p>Mr. Merry Sun lifted his head from his +crimson pillows and looked over the misty +hilltop.</p> + +<p>"Time for me to get up," he yawned. +"Cocky Doodle is calling."</p> + +<p>Teddy Turtle crawled along the Old +Cow Path to the Old Duck Pond. He +didn't see Little Jack Rabbit hopping over +the grass. Teddy is so slow that he never<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</a></span> +thinks any one can go faster. So it was only +when the little rabbit stubbed his toe on +the little turtle's hard shell house that he +woke up. Of course he wasn't really asleep, +but he might just as well have been.</p> + +<p>"You ought to know better than to go to +sleep right in the Old Cow Path," said the +little bunny, rubbing his toe. "Why don't +you keep your head out to see where you're +going if you walk in your sleep?"</p> + +<p>"I pulled my head inside my shell when +you hit me, as all well-trained turtles do in +time of danger," answered Teddy Turtle.</p> + +<p>"Goodness, I wouldn't be afraid of anything +if I had a strong shell house like yours +to creep into."</p> + +<p>"Well, I'm not afraid of anybody except +the Miller's Boy," said Teddy Turtle.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</a></span> +"But when he turns me over on my back I'm +helpless."</p> + +<p>"Where are you going?" asked the little +rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Down to the Old Duck Pond. I'm going +to sleep in the soft mud for the winter," +answered Teddy Turtle.</p> + +<p>"Well, goodby," said the little rabbit, +hopping off to the Old Farm Yard.</p> + +<p>"Cock-a-doodle-do," sang Cocky Doodle. +"I hope everybody is awake. There comes +Mr. Merry Sun up the sky. Cock-a-doodle-do. +Everybody gets up when I call. +Don't you hear Billy Breeze singing over +the Sunny Meadow? I wake the Little People +of the Shady Forest and the Sunny +Meadow every morning. Cock-a-doodle-do."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</a></span></p> + +<p>Yes, sir. This little rooster was better than +an alarm clock, for you didn't have to wind +him. He crowed every morning his cheerful +song to help the old world wag along.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</a></span></p> +<h2>MUD TURTLE TOWN</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Mud Turtles were having a fine time +on the banks of the Old Duck Pond. What +is more fun I should like to know than making +mud pies and forts, and these little turtles +had been busy for several days until +they had built a mud city, with bridges and +houses, towers and castles.</div> + +<p>Goodness me! It was muddy, and the +Farmyard Folk were all complaining, except +Ducky Waddles. He just loved mud, +and found it great fun waddling over +the mud bridges. And if they broke +down, he didn't mind a muddy splashing! +No, indeed he didn't. So, of course,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</a></span> +he and the Mud Turtles were great friends.</p> + +<p>One day Mr. Merry Sun, seeing how +things were going on, said to himself: "I +guess I'll dry up all the Turtle Mud +Houses." So he set to work, shining down +from the bright blue sky, and before evening +the mud palaces and castles were hard +as bricks.</p> + +<p>"Hurrah!" he said, just before he went to +sleep on the crimson pillows of the West, +"I've finished Mud Turtle Town!"</p> + +<p>Of course, all this was more or less of an +accident, for the Mud Turtles hadn't asked +Mr. Merry Sun to help them. But when +they saw what he had done, they were delighted, +and at once sent out invitations to +all the Barnyard Folk to spend a week in +Turtle Town.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</a></span></p> + +<p>Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny accepted +at once; so did Goosey Lucy; and as +soon as they had packed their things, they +set out for the Old Duck Pond.</p> + +<p>"I don't think I shall lay an egg while +I'm there," said Henny Penny—"I'm not +used to Mud Nests."</p> + +<p>"Suit yourself," said Cocky Doodle.</p> + +<p>"Henny Penny is right," said Goosey +Lucy. "It will be a little vacation for us. +I, for one, shall be glad to forget all about +home duties."</p> + +<p>Just then there was a great flapping of +wings and Ducky Waddles came wabbling +after them. "Why don't you wait for a +fellow," he panted. "I'm all out of breath +trying to catch up to you. I almost had to +fly."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</a></span></p> + +<p>As they crossed the Old Cow Path they +met Little Jack Rabbit hopping home to the +Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>"We're going to make a visit in Turtle +Town," said Henny Penny. "Why don't +you come, too?"</p> + +<p>"Haven't time," answered the little bunny. +"Mother sent me over to Cousin Cottontail +for lollypop frosting. She must have it in +time to cover the carrot cake for supper."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</a></span></p> +<h2>BOBBY TAIL</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Mr. John Rabbit</span> had been a great jumper +in his youth, and Little Jack Rabbit wished +to learn to jump as far as his father, and +even farther.</div> + +<p>So every day he practiced jumping in the +Sweet Clover Field near the Old Rail Fence +until by and by he could jump over the second +rail.</p> + +<p>"Pretty good," said Mr. Rabbit. "Don't +believe I did any better when I was your +age. How is Bobby Tail getting along?"</p> + +<p>Now Little Jack Rabbit's brother was +called Bobby Tail, because his tail was so +short. Yes, siree, it was so short that it<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</a></span> +looked exactly like a white powder puff. +And his eyes were just like little pink beads. +But they weren't any pinker than his nose.</p> + +<p>But, I'm sorry to say, there was something +wrong with Bobby Tail. He was too +lazy for anything. That was what was the +matter with him. He didn't want to learn +to jump—he'd rather spend his time eating +clover tops. By and by he grew to be dreadfully +fat.</p> + +<p>And a fat bunny can't run fast nor jump +far. Bobby Tail found this to be true when +one day Sic'em, the Farmer's Dog, chased +him across the Sunny Meadow.</p> + +<p>The Bunny Brothers had hopped down +to the Old Duck Pond to see Granddaddy +Bullfrog, when all of a sudden Sic'em saw +them. Goodness me! What a chase he gave +them! Over the Sunny Meadow, through<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_97" id="Page_97">[97]</a></span> +the Shady Forest, and along the Old Rail +Fence! At first Bobby Tail was able to +keep up with brother, but after a while he +fell behind.</p> + +<p>"Hurry up!" shouted Little Jack Rabbit. +But, Oh dear me! Bobby Tail was so fat +and so short of breath that he couldn't. +Closer and closer came Sic'em till the little +bunny could almost feel his hot breath.</p> + +<p>"If I ever get back to the Old Bramble +Patch," he thought, "I'll practice running +and jumping every day in the week."</p> + +<p>Just then, he reached the Old Rail Fence. +Another jump landed him in the dear Old +Bramble Patch, leaving Sic'em barking +and growling outside the prickly bushes.</p> + +<p>"You've had a narrow escape," said Mr. +Rabbit, looking up over his evening paper, +"I hope it will teach you a lesson!"<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_98" id="Page_98">[98]</a></span></p> + +<p>And it did. The very next day Bobby +Tail practiced jumping with Little Jack +Rabbit, and kept it up until he became almost +as good a jumper as his brother.</p> + +<p>But Old Sic'em never knew how this +came to pass. He was too busy keeping +watch over the Old Farmyard to bother his +head about Bobby Tail, for Danny Fox, +who was always prowling around, hunting +for a stray chicken, kept the old dog forever +on the lookout.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_99" id="Page_99">[99]</a></span></p> +<h2>SUNSHINE</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Where</span> did you get your red coat?" asked +Little Jack Rabbit, looking up from the Old +Bramble Patch.</div> + +<p>"Oh, that's my secret," answered Red +Bird from the Old Rail Fence. "There's +been a legend in our family about it ever +since the Flood."</p> + +<p>"You don't say so," exclaimed the little +rabbit.</p> + +<p>"You've heard of the Great Flood, I suppose, +that happened hundreds and hundreds +of years ago?"</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit nodded. "I hope we +don't get another to wash away the Old +Bramble Patch."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_100" id="Page_100">[100]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Well," continued Red Bird, "the legend +is that one day, after it had been raining +ever so long, when there was nothing but +water all around and everybody in the ark +was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah +wrung her hands and said, 'Oh, dear! We'll +all be lost. We'll never get ashore!'</p> + +<p>"Just then my ancestor began to whistle, +and the next minute a beam of sunshine +broke through the clouds and settled upon +him.</p> + +<p>"'My dear, we are reproved,' said Father +Noah. 'The little bird has more courage +than we have. Hear him whistle.'</p> + +<p>"Then everybody turned to look at the +brave little whistler. He was so embarrassed +that he BLUSHED—we were gray +before that time, they say—blushed so very<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_101" id="Page_101">[101]</a></span> +deeply that our feathers have never lost +their bright red from that day to this."</p> + +<p>"Well, well," exclaimed the little rabbit. +"When do you go away for the winter?"</p> + +<p>"I'm not going away—I'm going to stay +right here," answered Red Bird.</p> + +<p>"You'll find it pretty breezy up there," +said Little Jack Rabbit with a twinkle of his +pink nose.</p> + +<p>"Oh, I don't know. I've got on my +double-breasted red coat."</p> + +<p>"But what will you find to eat when the +berries are all gone?" asked the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"I'll pick up crumbs at the Old Farm +House," replied Red Bird cheerfully.</p> + +<p>"You've got a sunshiny disposition," said +Little Jack Rabbit admiringly. "I guess +your ancestors handed down something besides<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_102" id="Page_102">[102]</a></span> +a red coat—some of that sunshine that +turned his feathers red must have crept into +his heart."</p> + +<p>"I don't know," replied Red Bird.</p> + +<p>"Maybe it doesn't make much difference +how you got it, as long as you keep it," said +the little bunny as he hopped back into the +Old Bramble Patch to tell his mother all +about it.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_103" id="Page_103">[103]</a></span></p> +<h2>TURKEY TIM</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Turkey Tim</span> in his turban-colored comb +strutted about the Old Farmyard, spreading +his tail like a Japanese fan to the bright +light that Mr. Merry Sun sent down from +the Big Blue Sky.</div> + +<p>"I wonder what makes Turkey Tim so +proud?" asked Henny Penny.</p> + +<p>Little Jack Rabbit wiggled his pink nose, +but said nothing.</p> + +<p>"Is it because the Kind Farmer is buying +chestnuts for him from Chippy Chipmunk?"</p> + +<p>Still the little rabbit made no reply.</p> + +<p>"Please tell me," begged Henny Penny. +"You can whisper in my ear."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_104" id="Page_104">[104]</a></span></p> + +<p>"Turkey Tim thinks the Kind Farmer +is fond of him, but that's not the reason," +answered the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"What is the reason?" asked Henny +Penny, who you see by this time was a very +curious little hen.</p> + +<p>"Turkey Tim wouldn't believe me if I +told him," said the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"Wouldn't he?" exclaimed the little hen, +her feathers ruffled with excitement and +curiosity.</p> + +<p>"It's a big secret," whispered the little +bunny.</p> + +<p>"Tell me quick," coaxed Henny Penny.</p> + +<p>"Thanksgiving!" whispered Little Jack +Rabbit. "Haven't you heard of chestnut-fed +turkeys for Thanksgiving?"</p> + +<p>"Do you mean they are going to kill Turkey +Tim?" cried the little hen.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_105" id="Page_105">[105]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I certainly do," answered the little rabbit. +"But he's so proud he wouldn't believe +me. Why, he thinks he's more wonderful +than Cocky Doodle."</p> + +<p>"Well, he isn't," said Henny Penny. +"Cocky Doodle's the most wonderful of all +the Feathered Folk, for he's the one who +wakes up Mr. Merry Sun. Cocky Doodle +is the cock-a-doodle-do clock of the whole +wide world. Why, if it weren't for him +Mr. Merry Sun might stay in bed all +day."</p> + +<p>Just then along came Turkey Tim, but +he didn't look so proud when the little hen +told him about Thanksgiving.</p> + +<p>"Who told you?" he asked in a trembling +voice.</p> + +<p>"Little Jack Rabbit," answered Henny +Penny, pointing to the truthful little bunny.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_106" id="Page_106">[106]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I guess I'll make a visit in the Friendly +Forest," said Turkey Tim in a low voice, +and off he went as fast as his legs would +take him.</p> + +<p>But, Oh dear me! No sooner was he +there than Billy Breeze began to sing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Look out, look out for Danny Fox!<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">He sneaks about in his woolen socks,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">You never can tell where he is at,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">For he creeps around like a tip-toe cat."</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_107" id="Page_107">[107]</a></span></p> +<h2>PHOEBE PHEASANT</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Little</span> Phoebe Pheasant's dew-wet feet +hurried along the edge of the Sunny Meadow. +Mr. Merry Sun hadn't been up long +enough to dry the grass, for it was very early +in the morning.</div> + +<p>In some places the dew had turned to +frost, but the little pheasant didn't mind +that in the least, for she is a hardy bird, and +not a bit afraid of cold weather.</p> + +<p>The weather is about the only thing she +isn't afraid of, for she is very timid. Although +she sometimes went to the Old +Farmyard for breakfast, at the slightest +noise she would fly away.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_108" id="Page_108">[108]</a></span></p> + +<p>As she hurried along through the dewy +frost she caught sight of Little Jack Rabbit. +And as he was the one person she +wished to see that morning, it didn't take her +long to reach the Old Bramble Patch.</p> + +<p>"Good morning, Phoebe Pheasant," said +the little bunny. "You seem in a hurry."</p> + +<p>"Yes, I'm in a dreadful hurry to ask you +something," replied the little pheasant.</p> + +<p>"Well, what is it?" laughed the little +bunny.</p> + +<p>"You remember Turkey Tim left the Old +Farmyard before Thanksgiving?"</p> + +<p>"Of course I do," answered the little rabbit.</p> + +<p>"He wants to know whether the Kind +Farmer has been looking for him?" whispered +Phoebe Pheasant. "He doesn't dare +go back himself to find out."<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_109" id="Page_109">[109]</a></span></p> + +<p>"I should say not," answered the little +rabbit. "The Kind Farmer's dreadfully put +out. He had to go without his Thanksgiving +turkey!"</p> + +<p>"Then you think it would be dangerous +for Turkey Tim to go back to the Old +Farmyard?"</p> + +<p>"Yes, just now," replied the little bunny. +"He'd better wait until everybody has forgotten +Thanksgiving."</p> + +<p>"It's dreadfully hard on him, all alone +in the Shady Forest," sighed the little pheasant. +"He's not a Wild Turkey, you know."</p> + +<p>"Never mind if he isn't," answered Little +Jack Rabbit. "He'll be a Roast Turkey if +he goes back now to the Old Farmyard."</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_110" id="Page_110">[110]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE SNOWBALL</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Billy Breeze</span> had kicked up an awful +racket all night around the Old Briar Patch, +but Little Jack Rabbit hadn't heard him. +No, sir. The little bunny had been too +sound asleep to hear anything, but when he +looked out in the morning, goodness me! +how he shivered.</div> + +<p>The ground was all covered with a white +mantle, but he didn't know it was snow. +This was the first snow he had ever seen. +It made everything look strange, and the +ground was as smooth as Mrs. Rabbit's best +linen tablecloth.</p> + +<p>Pretty soon he hopped down to the Bubbling<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_111" id="Page_111">[111]</a></span> +Brook, but it, too, had changed. It +was smooth, like glass. So the little rabbit +leaned over the bank to listen, but just then +Billy Breeze made a dreadful racket and +whirled the snow about in great clouds. But +the little rabbit didn't care; he just kept +on listening, and by and by he heard the +Bubbling Brook singing softly:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Underneath the ice and snow<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Very gently still I flow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Till I reach the Old Duck Pond</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">And the ocean far beyond.</span><br /> +<br /> +"Billy Breeze may whistle loud<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Toss the snow up in a cloud,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Underneath the ice and snow</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Very gently still I flow."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Dear me," said the little rabbit to himself, +"I never would know that this was the +Old Duck Pond if it weren't for the Old<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_112" id="Page_112">[112]</a></span> +Mill yonder. No wonder Granddaddy +Bullfrog hid himself deep down in the mud +before all this happened."</p> + +<p>Yes, the whole earth seemed quiet and +still. The mill wheel moved no more; great +icicles hung from the paddles and long +snowdrifts lay piled against the dam.</p> + +<p>I don't know how long the little rabbit +would have stood there wondering at the +sudden change if something hadn't happened. +Whiz! went a snowball past his +ear. The Farmer's Boy leaned over and +picked up some more snow. But the little +rabbit didn't wait to see what sort of a +snowball he would make this time. No, +siree. He hopped back to the dear Old +Bramble Patch as fast as he could.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_113" id="Page_113">[113]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE NEW SLEIGH</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">The</span> Old Farm Yard was a very comfortable +sort of a place. Little Jack Rabbit +liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk +were very nice to him, especially Henny +Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave +him some of their corn.</div> + +<p>Then, too, it was great fun playing about +the High Haystack. Here they all gathered +after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted +on the sunny side.</p> + +<p>Another reason, too, why the little rabbit +came so often was because many of his +friends were tucked away for a long winter's +nap.<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_114" id="Page_114">[114]</a></span></p> + +<p>Busy Beaver was safe in his little house +under the ice in the Forest Pool. Squirrel +Nutcracker and his family came out only +on warm, sunshiny days. The rest of the +time they spent sleeping in their warm little +houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he +never showed up—he was sound asleep in +the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck +Pond.</p> + +<p>The little rabbit's mother had told him +not to go too often to the Old Farm Yard +for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it. +"Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle are your +friends," she told him, "but I'm not so sure +about Mr. Farmer."</p> + +<p>"Oh, he's all right, mother," answered the +little rabbit. "He's very kind. He feeds +all the Barn Yard Folk with such nice<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[115]</a></span> +food. I'm sure he's very good and kind."</p> + +<p>"Don't be too sure," answered the little +rabbit's mother, with a knowing wag of her +head.</p> + +<p>One day when the little bunny hopped +into the Old Farm Yard he heard Cocky +Doodle say:</p> + +<p>"It's a beautiful sleigh!" And just as Little +Jack Rabbit was going to ask what he +meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the +Big Red Barn with Betsy, the Old Gray +Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful +dark green sleigh.</p> + +<p>"Git ap!" he said, snapping the whip over +her back.</p> + +<p>"Oh, Oh!" cried the little rabbit, "Maybe +mother is right. I guess he's not such +a kind farmer after all!" But of course<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[116]</a></span> +the little bunny didn't know that the +Kind Farmer hardly touched Old Betsy, +although the whip made a loud crack and +she threw out her heels and ran off at a +great rate.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Jingle bells, jingle bells,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">On the nice new sleigh.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Oh what fun it is to run!"</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Sang dear Old Betsy Gray.</span><br /> +</div> + + + + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[117]</a></span></p> +<h2>DAILY DUTIES</h2> + +<div class='poem'> +It isn't always easy<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">To do the things you must.</span><br /> +Some people if they stay at home<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">Say they will surely rust.</span><br /> +But you will find the longer<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">You live from day to day</span><br /> +That you must do the little things<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1em;">That daily come your way.</span><br /> +</div> + +<div class="figleft" style="width: 332px;"> +<img src="images/i_119.jpg" width="332" height="500" alt=""I'm So Tired of Polishing This Doorknob."" title="" /> +<span class="caption">"I'm So Tired of Polishing This Doorknob."<br /><i>Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures</i> <i>Page 117</i><br /></span> +</div> + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Oh</span>, dear!" sighed Little Jack Rabbit one +lovely spring morning, "I'm so tired of polishing +this doorknob every day and every +day. I wish it would drop off."</div> + +<p>"Goodness me, little rabbit," said Grandmother +Magpie, who just then happened +along, "you are a disagreeable bunny boy<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[118]</a></span> +this morning." And the old lady magpie +looked at him out of her little black eyes as +much as to say: "I wish I had that bunny +boy to bring up, I'd make him toe the +mark."</p> + +<p>And perhaps she would, and perhaps she +wouldn't, for some people can bring up +other people's children ever so much better +than their own, or even themselves. Isn't +that strange? Well, maybe it is and maybe +it isn't.</p> + +<p>"What are you saying to my little bunny +boy?" asked Mrs. John Rabbit, putting her +head out of the kitchen window and scowling +at Grandmother Magpie.</p> + +<p>"Oh, nothing much," said that meddlesome +old lady bird.</p> + +<p>"Well, you'd better not," said Mrs. Rabbit. +"It's all you can do to gossip about<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[119]</a></span> +grown-up people's affairs." And then Mrs. +Rabbit shook her dusting rag up and down, +and maybe once sideways, and after that she +shut the window. So Grandmother Magpie +flew away without another word.</p> + +<p>"I'm glad she's gone," said the little rabbit +to himself, and just then Bobbie Redvest +began to sing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Every day a little work,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Every day a song,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Every day a kindly word</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Helps us all along."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>And after that he picked up a crumb and +said:</p> + +<p>"Good morning, little rabbit. Don't forget +to feed the canary."</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little +bunny, "I almost forgot!" And wouldn't<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_120" id="Page_120">[120]</a></span> +it have been dreadful if he had, for little +Miss Canary couldn't get out of her gold +cage and look for worms like all the wild +birds can, you know.</p> + +<p>Well, when the little rabbit had finished +his work, he hopped out to the Sunny +Meadow where Mr. Merry Sun was making +the buttercups grow more yellow every day, +and the daisies whiter.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_121" id="Page_121">[121]</a></span></p> +<h2>MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR</h2> + +<div class='poem'> +Oh, Mrs. Cow has a little bell<br /> +Tied to her neck with a string,<br /> +And every time she shakes her head<br /> +It gives a ting-a-ling-ling.<br /> +</div> + + +<div class='unindent'>"<span class="smcap">Helloa</span>, little rabbit," said Ducky Waddles. +"I guess I'll go down to the Old Duck +Pond and take a swim." So off he went, +wabbly, wabbly, on his big yellow feet, and +pretty soon he saw Granddaddy Bullfrog +on his log. The old gentleman frog was +feeling very fine this lovely spring morning, +for he had just eaten thirty-three flies, and +that's a pretty good breakfast, let me tell +you, even if the advertisements say you must<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_122" id="Page_122">[122]</a></span> +eat shavings and cream to be perfectly +well.</div> + +<p>"Good morning, Ducky Waddles," said +Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Have you heard +the news?"</p> + +<p>"What news?" asked Ducky Waddles, +taking off his collar and his blue necktie before +jumping into the water.</p> + +<p>"Why, the Farmer's Boy has gone to the +city to see his old maid aunt," said Granddaddy +Bullfrog with a grin. "He won't +throw stones at me now for maybe a week."</p> + +<p>"Well, that's good news," said Ducky +Waddles. "Now I can take a swim without +worrying about my new necktie." And he +flopped into the water with a splash that +almost frightened to death a little tadpole +who was swimming close by.</p> + +<p>"Gracious me!" said the Little Tadpole,<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_123" id="Page_123">[123]</a></span> +whose name was Tad, "if that old duck had +seen me he would have gobbled me up as +quick as a winkerty blinkerty." And then +he hid behind a water lily stem until +Ducky Waddles was far away.</p> + +<p>Well, Ducky Waddles hadn't gone very +far before Mrs. Oriole, who had a nest like +a long white stocking on a branch of the +weeping willow tree, began to sing:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Swing high, swing low,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Swing to and fro</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">From the branch of the willow tree.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">But whenever I look</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">In the Bubbling Brook</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Another bird looks at me."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Ha, ha!" laughed Professor Jim Crow, +who happened to come by just then. "What +sort of a bird lives in the Bubbling Brook?"</p> + +<p>"Well, I can tell you one thing," said<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_124" id="Page_124">[124]</a></span> +Mrs. Oriole, "she doesn't keep her feathers +well combed."</p> + +<p>And then you should have heard that +wise old blackbird laugh.</p> + +<p>"Well, when you look in the Bubbling +Brook again," he said, "comb your feathers, +Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird +will do the same."</p> + +<p>And would you believe it, that's just what +happened? But how Professor Jim Crow +knew it I'm sure I don't know, unless his +wife had a vanity bag with a little mirror +in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don't +vote, I'm told.</p> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_125" id="Page_125">[125]</a></span></p> +<h2>AN AIRSHIP RIDE</h2> + + +<div class='unindent'><span class="smcap">Well</span>, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole +combed her yellow curls—beg pardon, I +mean feathers—Little Jack Rabbit heard +a voice say, quite close to his ear, "Hello!" +And when he looked around he saw his +friend the Jay Bird perched on a bramble +branch.</div> + +<p>"How did you get here?" asked the little +rabbit.</p> + +<p>"In my airship," replied the little bird. +"Don't you want to take a ride?"</p> + +<p>"Will you wait till I finish cleaning my +gold watch?" and the little rabbit set to +work, and before long he could see his face<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_126" id="Page_126">[126]</a></span> +in it and the Jay Bird's too, for Mr. Merry +Sun made that little gold watch shine like +a ball of fire.</p> + +<p>Then away went the little rabbit and the +Jay Bird, and pretty soon they were flying +over the Sunny Meadow, over the treetops +and over the steeples, and over the houses +and over the peoples!</p> + +<p>Well, sir, it wasn't very long before they +were far, far away from the Shady Forest, +and then the little rabbit said: "Don't go +too far, Mr. Jay Bird, for mother will worry +if I don't get home in time for supper." And +just then up came the American Eagle with +a big flag in his beak and seven silver stars +on the tips of his tail feathers.</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"O come with me and I'll show you where<br /> +<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_127" id="Page_127">[127]</a></span><span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">I've a nest on the mountain high in the air;</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">It's a lonely place, but it's home for me,</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">With Mrs. Eagle and children three."</span><br /> +</div> + +<p>"Show us the way and we'll follow," said +the Jay Bird, and he steered his airship after +the great American Eagle, and by and by +they came to his nest high up on the mountain's +rocky crest.</p> + +<p>The little rabbit hopped out and went +over to say how do you do to the little eaglets, +and when they showed him their Thrift +Stamp Books, what do you think this generous +little rabbit did? Why, he opened his +knapsack and gave them each a War Saving +Stamp. Wasn't that kind of him?</p> + +<p>Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for +ice cream cones, and everybody had a feast, +and after that the Jay Bird said it was time +to go. So he and the little rabbit got into the +airship and went away, and by and by they<span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_128" id="Page_128">[128]</a></span> +were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs. +Rabbit was looking out of the window, and +as soon as she saw them way up high in the +clear blue sky, she rang the supper bell, and +Cocky Doodle sang:</p> + +<div class='poem'> +"Home again, my little rabbit,<br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">That's the place to be.</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 0.5em;">Only there true love and rest</span><br /> +<span style="margin-left: 1.5em;">Waits for you and me."</span><br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_129" id="Page_129">[129]</a></span></p> +<h2>Little Jack Rabbit Books</h2> + +<div class='center'> +(Trademark Registered)<br /> +<br /> +<i>By</i> DAVID CORY<br /> +<br /> +Author of "Little Journeys to Happyland"<br /> +———————————<br /> + +Colored Wrappers With Text Illustrations.<br /> +——————————— +</div> + + + +<p>A new and unique series about the furred and feathered +little people of the wood and meadow.</p> + +<p>Children will eagerly follow the doings of little Jack +Rabbit, and the clever way in which he escapes from his +three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. Wicked Wolf and +Hungry Hawk will delight the youngsters.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="04" cellspacing="0" summary="Little Jack Rabbit Books"> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. WICKED WOLF</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 45%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + + + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /><p><span class='pagenum'><a name="Page_130" id="Page_130">[130]</a></span></p> +<h2>THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES</h2> + +<div class='center'> +By DAVID CORY<br /> +<br /> +Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little<br /> +Journeys to Happyland"<br /> +———————————<br /> + +Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated.<br /> +Each Volume Complete in Itself.<br /> +——————————— +</div> + + + +<p>To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. +That's the way all the little people feel about this +young, adventurous cat, son of a very famous father.</p> + + + +<div class='center'> +<table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" summary="PUss-in-Boots books"> +<tr><td align='left'>THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>. IN FAIRYLAND</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>TRAVELS OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>.</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., AND OLD MOTHER GOOSE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., IN NEW MOTHER GOOSE LAND</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., AND TOM THUMB</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., AND ROBINSON CRUSOE</td></tr> +<tr><td align='left'>PUSS-IN-BOOTS, <span class="smcap">Jr</span>., AND THE MAN IN THE MOON</td></tr> +</table></div> + +<hr style="width: 25%;" /> + +<div class='center'> +GROSSET & DUNLAP, <i>Publishers</i>, NEW YORK<br /> +</div> + +<hr style="width: 65%;" /> + +<div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes:</h3> +<p>Obvious punctuation errors repaired.</p></div> + + + + + + + + +<pre> + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures, by David Cory + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES *** + +***** This file should be named 28846-h.htm or 28846-h.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/8/4/28846/ + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Emmy and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://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. 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WICKED WOLF + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND YELLOW DOG TRAMP + +[Illustration: Little Jack Rabbit Hid Behind His Mother's Skirt. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._ _Frontispiece--(Page 16)_] + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT BOOKS + +(Trademark Registered) + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + +BY + +DAVID CORY + + Author of LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX LITTLE + JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS LITTLE JACK + RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND + THE BIG BROWN BEAR + +ILLUSTRATED BY + +H. S. BARBOUR + + NEW YORK + GROSSET & DUNLAP + PUBLISHERS + Made in the United States of America + + + + COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY + + GROSSET & DUNLAP + + + + +CONTENTS + + + PAGE + + THE RAILROAD 9 + + THE FIRST TRAIN 13 + + A NARROW ESCAPE 17 + + SCHOOL 21 + + A MISTAKE IN SPELLING 25 + + DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW 29 + + A PRISONER 33 + + HOME AGAIN 37 + + THE STOLEN EGGS 41 + + AT THE FARM 45 + + COLORED EGGS 49 + + HENNY PENNY 53 + + THE DAM 57 + + GOOD NEWS 61 + + A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT 64 + + THE TURNIP 68 + + THE BONFIRE 72 + + MRS. COW 76 + + THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT 79 + + BAD LUCK 83 + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE 87 + + MUD TURTLE TOWN 91 + + BOBBY TAIL 95 + + SUNSHINE 99 + + TURKEY TIM 103 + + PHOEBE PHEASANT 107 + + THE SNOWBALL 110 + + THE NEW SLEIGH 113 + + DAILY DUTIES 117 + + MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR 121 + + AN AIRSHIP RIDE 125 + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + + + + +THE RAILROAD + + +IT was a wild story that came to the ears of Little Jack Rabbit for, as +he came hopping down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop of his +playmates ran out to meet him, and one cried one thing, and one another, +but the words which he heard most plainly were: + +"The railroad! The railroad! Oh, have you heard?" + +"Yes," answered Little Jack Rabbit, not at all excited, "I know a +railroad is going to run past the Sunny Meadow." + +"Oh, but that's nothing! It's going to run right through your house!" +cried Busy Beaver. + +"Right through the Old Bramble Patch!" shouted Chippy Chipmunk. + +"Right through your front door!" screamed Gray Squirrel. + +"I don't believe that," said Little Jack Rabbit. "A railroad can't get +through a door!" + +"Why, of course they'll take out the door," replied Busy Beaver; +"they'll pull down your whole house; they'll clear away the Old Bramble +Patch; why, they may use the whole of the Sunny Meadow--every bit of +it!" + +By this time Little Jack Rabbit was excited. Already he saw the dear Old +Bramble Patch torn out by the roots; the little house gone, and himself +and all the family forced to rove homeless through the Shady Forest. So +it was no wonder he almost forgot to stop at the postoffice on his way +home. + +But as he came up the Shady Forest Path that afternoon, he saw that the +dear Old Bramble Patch was still there--that was one comfort. No +wandering about tonight, at least. + +And there, too, was his little brother, Bobby Tail, turning somersaults +under the Old Chestnut Tree, and Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit sitting +quietly on the front doorstep. + +So Little Jack Rabbit plucked up heart and asked Papa Rabbit if the +railroad were going to take away the Old Bramble Patch and their house. + +"No, it isn't," replied Mr. Rabbit, "but it's coming mighty close." + +"I just knew it wasn't," said Little Jack Rabbit with a sigh of relief. +"But Busy Beaver said it was and that I must pack up my clothes at +once." + +"Well, the line was laid out to run right through the dear Old Bramble +Patch," said Mr. Rabbit, "but when they found it must cross the Old Duck +Pond, they turned it to one side. So the dear Old Bramble Patch is +safe." + + + + +THE FIRST TRAIN + + Look out for the Choo-choo cars! + Don't you hear the thunder jars? + First the whistle, then the bell + Clanging through the Forest Dell. + + +FOR weeks and weeks there was great excitement among the Little People +of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From behind trees and bushes, +rocks and stumps, they watched the building of the railroad. + +Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice, but changed his mind. As for +Little Jack Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump and wondered. + +Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to move from the Big Brush Heap on +the hill. She and her little bunnies were now visiting in the Old +Bramble Patch. + +When Little Jack Rabbit was told that a railroad must be level, he +thought a man would come with a big scythe and slice off the top of the +hill like a loaf of bread and lay the slices in the hollows. + +This wasn't so very strange, seeing that he was only a little bunny boy +and, of course, didn't know anything about building railroads. + +Every day the railroad came nearer being finished. The hill was dug out. +As Mr. Mole remarked, "It was done almost as well as I could have done +it, only, of course, I would have made a tunnel." + +Then the sleepers were laid. Busy Beaver smiled as he watched the men +lay the great logs on the smooth earth. + +"Wouldn't they be dandy for my dam?" he remarked. + +"You've got all you need," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "I'm glad they +didn't break up the Old Rail Fence and make railroad ties out of it." + +Finally the rails were fastened on the logs and the railroad was +finished; the first train was to run through and everybody was waiting +to see it. + +Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit put on their Sunday clothes and took Little +Jack Rabbit and Brother Bobby Tail to the end of the Old Rail Fence. + +Pretty soon a black speck appeared at the end of the long line. It grew +bigger and bigger. A cloud of smoke arose and drifted over to the Shady +Forest. There was a rattle and a roar and a din. Little Jack Rabbit hid +behind his mother's skirt, but the train had already passed them. + +And there on the platform of the last car, stood the Farmer's Boy, +holding on by the door, bowing and smiling and proud as a king. + + + + +A NARROW ESCAPE + + Hear the engine whistle toot! + See the smoke and smell the soot! + Lucky that the train don't stay, + But flashes by and far away! + + +AT first the Grown-ups in the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow were +very sorry to have the railroad come so near, but after a while they +found it didn't matter so much; for the cars passed through a "cut" so +deep that the engine's smokestack hardly reached the top, and you only +knew they were there by the sound. + +Of course, it took Cousin Cotton Tail ever and ever so long to get used +to the Old Bramble Patch. You see, it wasn't anything like the Old +Brush Heap, with its covering of trailing vines, and she was glad when +she was able to go back to her old home on the other side of the +Bubbling Brook. + +On this side the Sunny Meadow was just the same; so was the Shady +Forest, and by and by everybody almost forgot that there had been a time +when there wasn't any railroad. + +At the Old Barnyard, however, things were very different, for the +railroad made a turn just there and came in very close to the Big Red +Barn. + +Cocky Doodle had all he could do to keep the Barnyard Folk out of +danger. Every morning after his early cock-a-doodle-do he read them a +lesson on the dangers of crossing railroad tracks. + +For a while Henny Penny laid her eggs in the Henhouse. The truth was +that her nest in the corner of the Old Rail Fence happened to be just at +the end of the Sunny Meadow where the railroad ran through the "cut," +and the noise of the cars made her nervous. + +Ducky Waddles was glad that the Old Duck Pond was still safe. He had +heard how it had just escaped being bridged over for the noisy cars. + +Yes, everyone kept away from the railroad track except Goosey Lucy. And +why Goosey Lucy liked to waddle down the steep bank and along the hard +wooden logs of the roadbed no one could find out. + +But one fine day Goosey Lucy got caught. Yes, sir. Before she could get +off the track the train came along. It was very narrow between the two +steep banks, and she couldn't fly high enough to reach the top. Cocky +Doodle and Henny Penny shut their eyes. They couldn't bear to see what +was going to happen. + +But Goosey Lucy wasn't such a goose, after all. She sat perfectly still +between the rails, and when the train had passed over her, she got up, +shook the cinders off her white feathers and waddled back to the Old +Barnyard! + + + + +SCHOOL + + +"COME, get your cap, I'm going to take you to school today!" + +Little Jack Rabbit was too surprised to answer--he just opened his +mouth, and the only sound his mother heard was a funny little noise like +a whistle. + +"Don't you hear me?" she asked, tying the strings of her Sunday bonnet +under her furry chin. + +"Whew!" said the little rabbit at last recovering from his surprise. +"Why do you want me to go to school?" + +"Because all the Shady Forest grown-ups think it's a good thing to have +a school for the children," and she gave her bonnet a push and pulled +on her black silk mitts. + +"Get your cap. Every mother will be there for the opening day, and we +mustn't be late." + +The little rabbit hopped silently along by his mother's side, wondering +how it had all happened so suddenly. He hadn't heard a word about a +school, nor had any of his playmates. + +"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked at last. + +"Because we didn't want Grandmother Magpie to know anything until the +matter was settled," answered Mrs. Rabbit in a low voice. "She is such a +busy-body." + +Goodness me! Mrs. Rabbit had hardly finished speaking when up flew the +very person she had been talking about. Yes, there she stood, right on +the Shady Forest Path a few feet in front of them. + +"Good morning," said Grandmother Magpie. + +Mrs. Jack Rabbit gave her bonnet strings a jerk. She always did this +when she was angry, and the sight of that disagreeable bird reminded her +of the time she had told tales on Little Jack Rabbit. + +"Good morning," answered the little rabbit's mother stiffly. She didn't +really want to say good morning, but she had to be polite. + +"Where are you going?" asked Grandmother Magpie, hopping along by Mrs. +Rabbit's side. Mrs. Rabbit said nothing, only hopped along faster, but +she couldn't get rid of that mischievous old bird. Oh, my, no. She +stuck around like a chestnut burr. + +"Grandmother Magpie," said Mrs. Rabbit at last, "I have some important +business to attend to this morning, so I will say goodby." And she gave +Grandmother Mischief, as she was often called, such a stiff bow that the +old lady magpie stopped short and let them go on without her. + + + + +A MISTAKE IN SPELLING + + +THE Shady Forest School had once been a pigeon house, but when the farm +was sold and the old buildings torn down, it had been left to shelter +Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who wouldn't move away. + +One night during a great storm it had toppled off the post on which it +stood, and rolled down the hillside, helped along by Billy Breeze, until +it had landed on the edge of the Shady Forest. + +Here it had been discovered by the Little Forest Folk, and at Parson +Owl's suggestion, had been pushed and shoved in and out among the trees +until it stood right-side up in a sunlit clearing. + +Then Parson Owl had called together all the Grown-ups and persuaded them +to make it into a schoolhouse. + +And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit and her little bunny on their +way to the opening exercises, so there is no need of saying anything +more about it, except that it had a nice door in front and a dozen round +holes, under which were fastened little pieces of board for wide +windowsills, on which the pigeons used to stand and preen their +feathers. + +As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother drew near they saw Chippy +Chipmunk's face at one of the little round windows. Then Busy Beaver +looked out of another, and pretty soon every little round window had a +head peeping through, while in the doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in +his black swallowtail coat. + +"Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit," he said, looking over his spectacles. "You +have brought another scholar, I see." + +When they were seated in the schoolroom, he walked over to the big +blackboard. + +"John," he said, turning to the little rabbit, "tell me how to spell +your name." + +Goodness gracious me! Would you believe it, the little rabbit answered +"J-A-C-K!" You see, he was so used to being called just "Jack" that he +spelt "John" the same way. + +Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was the first President, but he didn't +enquire who was going to be the next, for I guess he thought the little +rabbit hadn't studied Politics enough. After that he told Mrs. Rabbit +that she had a very bright little bunny boy even if he didn't know how +to spell his right name. + + + + +DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW + + +PROFESSOR JIM CROW and his family lived in the Tall Pine Tree. + +"Now, Mrs. Crow," he said to his wife one morning, "as I shall be away +almost all day teaching the Little People of the Shady Forest and the +Sunny Meadow to read and write, you will have your hands full with the +children. Be very careful, my dear, for they haven't yet learned to +fly!" + +"Don't worry," answered Mrs. Crow, "you have troubles enough with the +schoolhouse full of children. I'll take good care that ours come to no +harm." + +Professor Jim Crow had been gone only a few minutes when who should +call but Grandmother Magpie. + +"Good morning," she said, perching on a branch near at hand so as to +look into the nestful of little crows. + +"I'm dreadfully busy," answered Mrs. Crow. "Now that the Professor is +teaching school, I have all the care of the children. It's no easy +matter, for each little crow thinks he knows how to fly." + +"Well, perhaps he does!" said Grandmother Magpie. "If you don't let them +try how are they ever going to learn?" + +"They are not old enough," replied Mrs. Crow. + +"Not old enough?" repeated that meddlesome old lady bird. "Stuff and +nonsense! Of course they are!" Then off she flew, leaving Mrs. Crow +dreadfully upset and the little crows very discontented. + +After making sure that Grandmother Magpie was out of sight, Mrs. Crow +flew over to the Sunny Meadow for worms for her hungry children, but +first she told them to be careful not to fall out of the nest while she +was gone. + +"Botheration!" said little Jimmy Crow after a few minutes. "Every word +Grandmother Magpie says is true. We are kept like prisoners in this old +nest. I'm going to fly!" + +"Oh, don't!" cried all his brothers and sisters. "You can't fly even +across the Shady Forest Path." + +"Well, then, I can walk," said the naughty little crow, and he hopped +out of the nest and fluttered down to the ground. + +But, Oh dear me! Just then along came the Farmer's Boy. In a twinkling, +he caught poor Jimmy Crow and cut off the tips of his wing feathers with +a big jack-knife. + +"Now, my little black beauty, you won't fly far," he laughed, and turned +his steps toward the Old Farm. + + "So, you're caught, Jimmy Crow!" + Sang gay Billy Breeze, + Playing hide-and-go-seek + 'Mid the tall forest trees. + + "Don't you wish you'd obeyed + What your kind mother said? + But, no, you were stubborn, + And had a swelled head." + + + + +A PRISONER + + +PRETTY soon along came Little Jack Rabbit on his way home from school. +Everybody in the Shady Forest knew Little Jack Rabbit. From his nest in +the Tall Pine Tree Jimmy Crow had often seen him hopping by with the +Squirrel Brothers. + +How he wished now he had never left the dear old nest. Here he was, a +prisoner, and there was the little rabbit, free and happy, hopping home +from school. + +He tried to flutter out of the Farmer Boy's hand, but he was only held +the tighter, so he lay perfectly still and wondered miserably what his +mother would say when she came home and heard that he had disobeyed. + +By and by the Farmer's Boy opened the gate to the Farmyard and walked +over to the Big Red Barn. Pretty soon he found an old birdcage, in which +he put poor Jimmy Crow. Then he hung it up on the little front porch of +the Old Farm House. + +"What have you got there," asked the Kind Farmer when he came home for +supper, "a young crow?" + +"Yep," answered the Farmer's Boy. "I picked him up in the woods; he was +tryin' to fly." + +It was very lonely on the little front porch after Mr. Merry Sun had +gone to bed. Jimmy Crow huddled in one corner and watched Mrs. Moon +climb over the hilltop. + +He heard Granddaddy Bullfrog singing in the Duck Pond, and the splash of +the millwheel as it turned slowly over and over. How he wished he had +obeyed his mother and was safe at home, listening to his father tell the +school news, and who was late, and who knew his lesson best. + +By and by the Old Grandfather Clock in the Farm House struck ten and the +lights went out. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Moon it would have been +pitch dark. + +Suddenly, he heard a familiar hoot, and the next minute dear Old Parson +Owl fluttered up to the cage. + +It didn't take him long to find the handle on the little door, which he +opened softly. + +"Jump out!" he whispered. "Hop after me as fast as you can. I'll fly low +down so you won't lose sight of me." + +"Am I dreaming?" thought the poor little crow, as he fluttered down to +the ground and hopped after Old Parson Owl toward the Shady Forest. "If +I am, I hope I'll wake up in Mother's nest!" + + + + +HOME AGAIN + + +IT was very late when they reached the Tall Pine Tree. The good +Professor was sound asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady Forest +Schoolhouse and a long search for his little lost crow. He had hunted +for him until it grew so dark that he had been forced to give it up. + +But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the little crows were crying softly +over their little lost brother. Disobedience makes others unhappy as +well as the one who disobeys. + +All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the gentle flap of wings, and looking +over the edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl in the dim moonlight. +The next moment the sight of little Jimmy Crow hopping after him made +her heart go pitter-patter. + +"Here's our little boy!" she cried, fluttering down to the ground, while +all the little crow brothers and sisters looked over the edge of the +nest, and Professor Jim Crow woke up with a start. + +But, dear me! Didn't they have a dreadful time getting the little crow +up in the tree. You see, he could only flutter now that his wings had +been clipped, and if Old Parson Owl hadn't carried him on his broad +back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow ever would have reached the nest. + +By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was +getting out of bed in the gold and purple East. + +The Shady Forest was beginning to awake. The birds were chirping to one +another, and the Little Four-footed People were racing up and down the +trees and scampering over the ground. + +Parson Owl waited to see that everything was all right, and then, +turning to Professor Jim Crow, said: + +"If Little Jack Rabbit hadn't come to tell me that the Farmer's Boy had +stolen Jimmy Crow, your little son would still be in the cage on the +farmhouse porch." + +"My dear Parson," said Professor Jim Crow gratefully, "I shall never +forget what you and Little Jack Rabbit have done." + +"Don't mention it," said the kind old Parson, hurrying back to the Big +Oak Tree before the light grew too strong for his big round eyes. + + Oh, children, never disobey, + And never break a rule, + And never tell what is untrue, + Nor run away from school. + +Perhaps if all the little boys and girls who read this story will learn +this verse, it will keep them out of trouble. If Jimmy Crow had, maybe +he never would have disobeyed his mother. + + + + +THE STOLEN EGGS + + +MR. MERRY SUN was up bright and early. He shone on the Sunny Meadow and +lighted up the dark places in the Shady Forest. + +He even poked a sunbeam in the eye of Parson Owl, who winked and blinked +and turned the other way. + +Soon everybody was wide awake, for the Little People of the Shady Forest +and the Sunny Meadow are always up with Mr. Merry Sun. + +Little Jack Rabbit, looking out of the Old Bramble Patch, wondered who +was bending over the tall grass in the corner of the Old Rail Fence. +Shading his eyes with his right paw, he looked again. Yes, it was the +Farmer's Boy. Pretty soon he stood up straight, holding his hat +carefully in his hand. Then he turned with a whistle and walked home. + +"I wonder what he's been up to?" thought Little Jack Rabbit, and, being +a curious little bunny, he hopped over to find out. Carefully peeping +through the tall grass he saw a nice round nest, but it was empty. Only +a gray speckled feather was left. + +"He's stolen the eggs!" cried the little rabbit. "He's just mean enough +to steal eggs!" + +[Illustration: "Did You Steal My Eggs?" Cried Henny Penny. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._ _Page 43_] + +Just then Henny Penny came across the Sunny Meadow. She was a very +pretty gray speckled hen and lived in a little house by the Big Red +Barn. But instead of laying her nice white eggs in the comfortable nests +in the Henhouse, she came all the way over to the Old Rail Fence Corner. + +But Little Jack Rabbit didn't know that. He didn't know whose nest it +was until Henny Penny cried distractedly, "Who has stolen my eggs? Did +you, Little Jack Rabbit?" + +"Is it your nest?" he gasped, so startled that he asked a question +instead of answering one. + +"Of course it's mine," replied Henny Penny, looking at him as if she +meant to peck his little pink eyes right out of his head. "But answer my +question. Did you take my eggs?" + +"Of course not," said the little rabbit. "I saw the hired boy leave here +a few minutes ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe he took them." + + "Cock-a-doodle-do, + What can I do for you?" + +asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sudden, just like that. + +"O Cocky Doodle!" cried Henny Penny, "my nest has been robbed. Let's +tell the Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen my eggs." + + + + +AT THE FARM + + +"ALL right, come along," said Cocky Doodle, and he started back for the +Old Farm, followed by Henny Penny and the little bunny. + +"Where are you going?" called out Mrs. Rabbit from the Old Bramble +Patch. + +"I'm going over to the Old Farm with Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle," +answered her little bunny boy. + +"You'd better be careful," said his mother, "the farmer might catch +you." + +"I don't think so, Mrs. Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle; "he's a very kind +farmer." Mrs. Rabbit smiled, as if she only half believed the little +rooster. Then she turned to her little rabbit boy and said, "Keep a +bright lookout, and don't forget you're only a small bunny." + +After that away went the three little people, Cocky Doodle, with his +bright red comb, and Henny Penny in her pretty gray speckled feathers, +and Little Jack Rabbit, in his fur waistcoat, white as the big clouds +that chased Mr. Merry Sun over the bright blue sky. + +"Who is this little bunny?" asked Turkey Tim when they all came to the +Farm Yard. + +"Don't you know?" answered Henny Penny. "Why, he's the little rabbit who +colors the Easter Eggs!" + +"What!" cried a big fat goose. + +"This is Little Jack Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Pleased to meet you," said Goosey Lucy. "Do you paint goose eggs, too?" +But before the little bunny could say yes or no, the Kind Farmer himself +came out of the house. + +"Why, look who's here," he said with a smile. And such a kind smile that +Little Jack Rabbit wasn't the least bit afraid. + +"He saw the hired boy steal the eggs from my nest in the corner of the +Old Rail Fence," cried Henny Penny. + +"Ha, ha!" laughed the Kind Farmer. "So that's where you've been laying +your eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?" + + "Cock-a-doodle-do, + She only laid a few. + But after this she'll lay the rest + Within the little wooden nest + You hung upon the Henhouse wall, + And tell you with her cackle-call," + +said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was too ashamed to speak. + +Then the Weathercock whirled around on his big toe and, pointing at the +little hen, shouted through his tin megaphone: + + "Why don't you stay at home and lay, + And not go calling every day? + I never leave my perch up here + No matter what the atmosphere." + + + + +COLORED EGGS + + +"I OFTEN wondered why she went across the Sunny Meadow every day," said +Ducky Waddles. "It's too long a walk for me!" + +"Yes, you wabble too much!" said Henny Penny. + +"That's because I've little thin pieces of skin between my toes," +answered Ducky Waddles. "My feet are too wide and flat for walking, but +they make splendid paddles." + +"Come, come," interrupted the Kind Farmer. "Henny Penny hasn't explained +why she goes over to the Sunny Meadow to lay her eggs instead of in the +nice nests in the Henhouse." + +"Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit to color them for Easter," she +answered. "I thought if I laid them near the Old Bramble Patch it would +be easier for him." + +"Oh, that's the reason?" said the Kind Farmer. "And pray, Mr. Jack +Rabbit, how do you color the eggs?" + +Oh, dear me! Wasn't the little rabbit embarrassed! He wasn't sure but +what he'd better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch. Perhaps, too, he was +a little bit afraid of the big Kind Farmer. + +"I never colored any eggs," answered the little rabbit in a low voice, +"but I've often helped mother color them. She takes a big red rose and +rubs it over an egg until it turns red. With a buttercup she makes a +yellow one. From the violets by the Bubbling Brook she gets a beautiful +purple color, and from the wild roses a lovely pink tint. Just every-day +grass gives a dandy green color." + +"Ha, ha," laughed the big Kind Farmer, "so that's what the rabbits do on +Easter, is it?" and he turned away and went into the Big Red Barn to +feed the horses. + +"I guess it's time for me to be going," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mother +may worry if I stay away too long!" + +"What's your hurry?" said Ducky Waddles. + +"Goodby," said Henny Penny. + +"Come again," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Come very soon," said Turkey Tim. + +"Call tomorrow," cried Goosey Lucy. + +But the little rabbit was out of hearing by this time, and just as Mr. +Merry Sun went down behind the West Hill, he hopped into the Old Bramble +Patch. + +"Come, wash your hands; supper is ready," said Mrs. Rabbit, as she took +the carrot muffins out of the oven and dished the stewed lollypops. + + + + +HENNY PENNY'S MISTAKE + + +THERE was great excitement at the Old Barn Yard. A big mistake had been +made. Whose fault it was no one could tell; but the fact was that Henny +Penny had hatched out a brood of ducklings. + +At first nobody thought anything was wrong, except that, perhaps, her +little brood had very large bills and feet, much larger than those of +any little chicks at the farm. + +But one day when the whole brood waddled off down to the Old Duck Pond +and jumped in everybody knew that Henny Penny had little ducks and not +little chickens. + +Poor little Henny Penny! She stood upon the bank and clucked and clucked +to them to come back. + +"You'll be drowned, my darlings!" she cried. But the little ducks threw +out their great brown feet as cleverly as if they had taken swimming +lessons all their lives and sailed off on the Old Duck Pond, away, away +among the ferns, under the pink azaleas, through reeds and rushes and +arrowheads and pickerel weed, the happiest ducks that ever were born. +And soon they were quite out of sight. + +Poor little Henny Penny. She didn't know how to swim, so she sat down on +the bank and waited for her little ducks to come back. Now and then she +wiped her eyes on her downy breast feathers. + +"Don't cry," said Cocky Doodle kindly. + +"Don't worry," said Rosy Comb. "Your children seem to know how to swim +as well as Ducky Waddles." + +Just then across the Old Duck Pond came a chorus of quacks, and at a +distance was seen the little brood swimming home, their feathers +gleaming in green and gold. + +"Such a splendid time we've had," they all cried as they waddled up the +bank. "And we know now how to get our own living, for there are lots of +little fish and flies out there on the Old Duck Pond. We can take care +of ourselves, so don't worry any more about us, Mother Henny Penny." + +"They are little ducks, not chickens," said Ducky Waddles. + +"Are you sure?" asked Henny Penny tearfully, wiping her eyes with a +tiny yellow handkerchief. + +"Of course I am," replied Ducky Waddles. "Don't I know a duck's foot +when I see it?" + +"Dear, Oh dear!" sighed the poor little hen, "there has been a dreadful +mistake!" + +But whose mistake it was no one could tell, for the Kind Farmer never +confessed that he put duck eggs in Henny Penny's nest. + + + + +THE DAM + + +THE Bubbling Brook was slowly drying up. Everyone on the Sunny Meadow +was worried, and the little people who lived in the water were even more +worried. + +It was just like having one's house pulled down while living in it. You +see, as the water became more shallow there were places in the little +brook that were hardly covered with water, and it was only in the deep +holes that the fish and crabs could swim at all. + +And the cause of all this was Busy Beaver. Yes, sir. Busy Beaver was +building a dam across the Bubbling Brook. + +Somehow he knew that winter was coming, when it would be all frozen +over. But he knew that if he built a dam across it, a little pond would +form where the water would be too deep to freeze clear down to the +bottom. + +"I'll leave a little opening in the dam to let the water run out when it +gets high enough," said Busy Beaver to himself as he laid mud and stones +on top of a log. + +If the Little People of the Sunny Meadow had only heard him they +wouldn't have been so worried. Little Jack Rabbit did, though, as he +came hopping down the Shady Forest Path. + +"Good morning," said the little bunny. + +Busy Beaver looked up from his work. He had almost finished a mighty +good job. First, he had cut down a tree, and then sawed it with his +sharp teeth into logs. These he had rolled into the water, weighting +them down with stones and mud until gradually he had built up a splendid +dam from the bottom of the pond. + +"It's almost finished," said Busy Beaver. "It took me quite a long time, +for sometimes the logs would bob up and drift away, and I'd have to +begin all over again. But I kept at it, and now I've got a nice dam to +hold back the water." + +"Why do you want deep water?" asked the little rabbit. + +"Come over here and I'll show you," answered Busy Beaver, leading Little +Jack Rabbit around to the end of the dam nearest the Shady Forest. +"There, you see my house. Now the water must be deep enough so that when +it freezes my front door will always be below the ice. Otherwise I +wouldn't be able to swim in and out." + +"How soon will the Bubbling Brook start running again?" asked the little +bunny. + +"Pretty soon--maybe tonight," answered Busy Beaver. + +"Hurrah! I'll tell my friend the little Fresh Water Crab!" and away +hopped the little rabbit to the Sunny Meadow. + + + + +GOOD NEWS + + +ALREADY the water was beginning to trickle over the pebbly bottom of the +Bubbling Brook. + +All of a sudden a voice overhead shouted, "Good morning!" and there sat +Chatterbox, the Red Squirrel, in the Big Walnut Tree. "Why are you in +such a hurry?" + +"I must tell all my friends in the Sunny Meadow the good news," replied +the little rabbit. "I can't wait a minute." + +"I'll go with you," said Chatterbox, running down the tree. "Tell me, +what's the news?" + +"The Bubbling Brook will be running again tonight," answered the little +bunny, and he explained all about Busy Beaver's dam. + +"Well, I declare," exclaimed Chatterbox, "Busy Beaver has a lot of nerve +to stop the water running in the Bubbling Brook. He doesn't own the +water rights. The Bubbling Brook belongs to everyone alike." + +"So it does," answered Little Jack Rabbit, "but Busy Beaver has to look +out for himself. If he doesn't build a dam his little house will be +frozen up this winter." + +Just then the water rose almost to the ferns that grew on the edge of +the Bubbling Brook. "Everything's all right now," said the little +rabbit, "I won't bother to go over to the Sunny Meadow. The fishes and +the little fresh water crabs will learn the news before I can get +there," and he sat down to talk things over with Chatterbox. + +"You just ought to see Busy Beaver use his tail as a trowel to lay on +the mud," said the little rabbit, who couldn't keep from talking about +what he had just seen. "He carries the mud and stones between his chin +and forepaws and knows just how to put them in the cracks between the +logs to keep back the water." + +"Well, we all must prepare for the long, cold winter," said Chatterbox. +"Brother Tip Top and I have been gathering nuts for many a day and have +our storehouse nearly full." + + While the Autumn days are here + Make things snug for Winter drear; + Storehouse filled with everything + To last until again it's Spring. + + + + +A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT + + +"GOODNESS gracious me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, all of a sudden, +"the Clover Patch is all dried up. What shall I do when winter comes?" + +"Hunt for old turnips and carrots in the field," laughed Chatterbox. + +"I think I'll leave you," answered Little Jack Rabbit thoughtfully, "I'm +beginning to worry about what's going to happen to me," and away he +hopped, leaving the little red squirrel sitting beneath his tree. + +"'Most everybody I know," thought the little rabbit as he hopped along, +"curls up and goes to sleep for the winter. I wonder if I could? I'm +going home to ask Mother." + +But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up carrot jelly to answer +questions. "Don't bother me," she said, "I haven't got a minute to +spare." So the only thing for the little bunny to do was to go to +somebody else. + +The very first person he met was Hedgy Hedgehog. He was just coming out +of his hole, which he had been busily lining with grass and dry leaves, +some of which were still sticking to his spikes, for he hadn't had time +to brush himself. + +"What are you doing?" asked the little bunny. + +"Getting ready for winter. I've fixed up my place nice and warm, and +when the cold weather comes I'll creep in and sleep till Spring." + +"What do you eat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, who could eat all the time, +and sometimes oftener, like all rabbits. + +"Don't eat--can't eat when you're asleep, you know." + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "that would never do for me!" +and he hopped away. + +By and by he came to the Old Duck Pond. There sat Granddaddy Bullfrog on +a log, winking and blinking in the light of Mr. Merry Sun. + +"Granddaddy Bullfrog, what do you do when winter comes?" + +"Why, bless you, my little bunny," answered the old gentleman frog, "I +go to sleep in the mud at the bottom of the pond." + +"Oh, dear, I can't do that!" sighed the little rabbit. + +"Of course not," laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Do what your mother says, +and stop worrying!" + + + + +THE TURNIP + + +"WELL, I guess Granddaddy Bullfrog is right," thought Little Jack +Rabbit, as he hopped back home to the Old Bramble Patch. "What's the use +of worrying about winter? I'll take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and +leave it all to Mother." + +After that he felt much better. Pretty soon he saw Timmy Meadowmouse +looking out of his little round house of grass, no larger than a cricket +ball, which was fastened to three or four stiff stalks of grass about a +foot above the ground. + +"Good morning. Do you know, I've been dreadfully worried about winter; +but now I'm going to take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and leave it all +to mother." + +You see, this little rabbit just couldn't stop talking about his +troubles, although he was going to leave them all to mother! + +"There! She's waving to you from the Old Bramble Patch," cried Timmy +Meadowmouse. Away went the little bunny without another word and in less +than five hundred hops he was home. + +"Hop over to the field and bring me a turnip. Your father will be home +for lunch in a few minutes," said Mrs. Rabbit. + +Little Jack Rabbit hopped through the Old Rail Fence, across the road +and into the field where the Old Scarecrow flapped his arms every time +Billy Breeze whistled through the cornstalks. But the Old Clothes Man +couldn't frighten the little bunny. Oh, my no! It took more than that, +although he was a scary little chap. You see, he knew all about the Old +Scarecrow, for he had watched the Kind Farmer put him up in the early +Spring. + +Picking up a nice looking turnip, he turned about and started back +again. But, Oh dear me! All of a sudden out from behind a cornstack +jumped the Farmer's Boy. + +The little rabbit didn't stop to say sorry to have met you. No siree. He +hopped away as fast as he could, but not fast enough. Before he had gone +maybe thirteen hops a stone hit his left hind leg. + +"Ha, ha!" yelled the Farmer's Boy. "Wait till I hit you again, Mr. +Cottontail." But he didn't, for the little rabbit went faster on three +legs than he had on four, and the next minute popped safely into the +dear Old Bramble Patch. + +"Where's the turnip?" asked Mrs. Rabbit. + +"Goodness me! I guess that's what the Farmer's Boy hit me with," +answered the little bunny. + + + + +THE BONFIRE + + +EVERYBODY in the Shady Forest was having a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl +was nearly coughing his head off, Professor Jim Crow's voice was so +hoarse his scholars could hardly understand him, and Little Jack +Rabbit's eyes looked as if he had been crying for a week. + +The reason for all this was that the smoke from the Farmer Boy's big +bonfire had drifted into the forest until every chink and corner was +filled. + +At first no one knew what was the matter. Of course the air smelled +queer and made one's eyes smart. But after a while when the smoke grew +so thick that it seemed like night-time and Mr. Merry Sun couldn't be +seen at all, the Forest Folk thought it time to hold a meeting to +consider what was best to do. They all decided to ask Billy Breeze to +help them, and you can imagine how grateful they were when he agreed to +blow the smoke out of the Shady Forest. Before Mr. Merry Sun went down +behind the hills that night Billy Breeze had cleared the smoke away and +everything was clean and sweet again. + +Now, before all this had taken place, a handful of burning leaves had +drifted along the Old Rail Fence, setting fire to the long, dry grass, +and in a short time there was quite a fire close to the Old Bramble +Patch. + +It didn't take Little Jack Rabbit long to borrow some sweet potatoes +from his mother, and while he was roasting them Chippy Chipmunk climbed +through the fence with a bagful of chestnuts. + +Pretty soon along came Jimmy Crow, and when he saw what was going on, he +was mighty anxious to have some fun, too. So off he went to get some +bittersweet berries, for he likes them much better than sweet potatoes. + +After a while Mrs. Rabbit came out to see whether they were up to any +mischief. She was worried for fear they might burn up the Old Rail Fence +or set fire to the Old Bramble Patch. But no, nothing was wrong. All +three were quietly sitting around a small fire, the little rabbit +peeling a hot sweet potato, the little chipmunk shelling a smoking hot +chestnut and the little crow picking out the nice browned bittersweet +berries. + +"Well, well!" exclaimed the lady rabbit with a sigh of relief, "I +expected to see the Old Rail Fence in ashes and the dear Old Bramble +Patch in flames." + + + + +MRS. COW + + +"TING-A-LING! ting-a-ling!" went Mrs. Cow's bell. Mrs. Cow seemed mighty +anxious to get away from somebody. Yes, sir! she kept right on running, +although every now and then she'd turn her head to look behind her. + +By and by Little Jack Rabbit came hopping over the top of the hill with +a tin pail in his paw. But, goodness me! Mrs. Cow didn't have to run +away from him. No indeed. He wasn't going to milk her. He didn't have a +milk pail at all, but a little dinner pail, and Mrs. Cow was mistaken +and had run away for nothing. + +The truth of the matter was that the little rabbit was going berrying +down in the Cranberry Marsh on the other side of the Old Duck Pond, but +of course Mrs. Cow didn't know that. + +But she did know it wasn't time to be milked, and, anyway, she wasn't +going to have anybody milk her but the Kind Farmer. + +"Mrs. Cow! Mrs. Cow!" cried the little rabbit, "I'm going cranberrying, +not milking. Don't run away!" + +"Honest Injun?" said Mrs. Cow, halting at the Bubbling Brook. "Cross +your heart?" + +"Yes, cross my heart," answered the little rabbit. + +"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," replied Mrs. Cow. "I might have +sprained my ankle jumping over the Bubbling Brook." Then she trotted +along by the little rabbit's side. + +"How's your Ma these days?" she asked in a little while. + +"She's going to make cranberry jelly when I get back," replied the +little rabbit. "Father's very fond of it. How's Mr. Bull?" + +"He's very well," answered Mrs. Cow. "He was up when Cocky Doodle sang +his Sun Song this morning." + +"So was I," laughed the little rabbit. "Mother says Cocky Doodle is +better than an alarm clock, for you don't have to wind him." + +Just then they came to the end of the meadow, so the little rabbit +hopped through the fence and down to the Cranberry Patch to fill his +pail with the bright red berries. + + + + +THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT + + +ALL of a sudden, just like that, he saw something shining in the grass. +And what do you think it was? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you right +away. A sugar-coated carrot. But before he could put it in his pocket +along came little Katie Cottontail, swinging her sunbonnet in her paw. + + "Wiggle your ear and shut your eye, + Twinkle your nose and say 'Oh my!'" + +shouted Little Jack Rabbit, "and I'll give you something to make you +laugh." + +"What is it?" asked little Katie Cottontail, but just the same she +didn't wait for an answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled her nose up +and down, and then sideways. + +But, Oh dear me. Just then the little rabbit dropped the sugar-coated +carrot and couldn't find it. He hunted high and low, and so did little +Katie Cottontail, but the candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It certainly +was. And I'll tell you where it went. Into a little hole in the ground +where a snake had his home. + +"Well, we'll make some cranberry juice soda when we get home," said +Little Jack Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cranberry Patch. In a +little while he had filled his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and +then they started for home. + +[Illustration: Katie Cottontail Went Clippety-Clap Up the Path. + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_ _Page 81_] + +"I must be careful not to squash 'em, or Mother'll give me a scolding," +she said, as they climbed up the bank where the railroad track cut +through. But, Oh dear me! Just as they were about to hop through the Old +Rail Fence, along came a train. + +"Ding, dong!" went the bell. "Toot-toot-toot!" shrieked the whistle. +Poor little Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and dropped her apron. Then +clipperty-clip, lipperty-lip she went up the Cow Path to the Old Brush +Heap on the hillside. + +Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little bunny girl hopping home all +out of breath, thought something must be the matter and ran back to the +Big Red Barn. The bell on her collar didn't make nearly as much noise as +the one on the locomotive, but it made her hurry, just the same. + +"Goodness me! What scary things girls are!" said the little rabbit. +"Mrs. Cow's ten times as big as Katie Cottontail, but she's just as +scary." + +After picking up the cranberries which the little frightened girl rabbit +had spilled from her apron, the bunny boy hopped home to the Old Bramble +Patch. + +His mother was standing in the kitchen doorway, her right paw shading +her eyes as she looked anxiously over the Sunny Meadow. + + + + +BAD LUCK + + +"GOODNESS me! I'm dreadfully worried," cried Mrs. Rabbit, "I just saw +the Kind Farmer's Black Cat cross the path from right to left, and that +means bad luck, you know." + +"I guess he's hunting for little Timmy Meadowmouse," answered Little +Jack Rabbit. "It will be bad luck for Timmy to be caught." + +"Why don't you run over and tell him," said Mrs. Rabbit. "Black Cat may +be hiding near his house. You'd better hurry." + +So away hopped the little rabbit to find Timmy Meadowmouse, who lived in +a little round house made of twisted grass on the Sunny Meadow. Pretty +soon he saw the little meadowmouse peeking out of his front door. + +"Oh, it's you, is it, Little Jack Rabbit," he said with a sigh of +relief, "I thought I heard some one creeping around my house. But if it +was you, it's all right." + +"Maybe it isn't all right," answered the little rabbit, and he told how +his mother had seen Black Cat cross the path from right to left. "And +that means bad luck, you know." + +"If he crosses your path from left to right, what does that mean?" asked +the little meadowmouse. + +"Good luck," answered Little Jack Rabbit. + +"I don't know," said Timmy Meadowmouse with a shiver, "if he saw me +first, it would be bad luck no matter which way he crossed the path." + +Just then Little Jack Rabbit saw something move in the tall grass. "Look +out," he shouted. + +Into his house popped Timmy Meadowmouse, and none too soon, for Black +Cat landed on the very spot where he had stood talking to the little +rabbit. + +"So it was you who warned Timmy Meadowmouse, was it?" he hissed, humping +up his back and waving his long tail back and forth. Oh my, but he +looked ugly. + +"Yes, it was I," answered Little Jack Rabbit bravely, and then he did +what his mother had taught him to do when in a tight place. He suddenly +turned his back on Black Cat and struck out with his strong hind legs. +Thump! they went against Black Cat's ribs, knocking him over. Then away +hopped the little rabbit back to the Old Bramble Patch. + + If you do what mother says + You'll grow tall and strong. + On your lips a happy smile, + In your heart a song-- + If you do what mother says + You will not go wrong. + + + + +LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE + + +COCKY DOODLE stood by the Big Red Barn and clapped his wings. Then +digging his feet well into the ground, he began his morning +cock-a-doodle-do. + +Mr. Merry Sun lifted his head from his crimson pillows and looked over +the misty hilltop. + +"Time for me to get up," he yawned. "Cocky Doodle is calling." + +Teddy Turtle crawled along the Old Cow Path to the Old Duck Pond. He +didn't see Little Jack Rabbit hopping over the grass. Teddy is so slow +that he never thinks any one can go faster. So it was only when the +little rabbit stubbed his toe on the little turtle's hard shell house +that he woke up. Of course he wasn't really asleep, but he might just as +well have been. + +"You ought to know better than to go to sleep right in the Old Cow +Path," said the little bunny, rubbing his toe. "Why don't you keep your +head out to see where you're going if you walk in your sleep?" + +"I pulled my head inside my shell when you hit me, as all well-trained +turtles do in time of danger," answered Teddy Turtle. + +"Goodness, I wouldn't be afraid of anything if I had a strong shell +house like yours to creep into." + +"Well, I'm not afraid of anybody except the Miller's Boy," said Teddy +Turtle. "But when he turns me over on my back I'm helpless." + +"Where are you going?" asked the little rabbit. + +"Down to the Old Duck Pond. I'm going to sleep in the soft mud for the +winter," answered Teddy Turtle. + +"Well, goodby," said the little rabbit, hopping off to the Old Farm +Yard. + +"Cock-a-doodle-do," sang Cocky Doodle. "I hope everybody is awake. There +comes Mr. Merry Sun up the sky. Cock-a-doodle-do. Everybody gets up when +I call. Don't you hear Billy Breeze singing over the Sunny Meadow? I +wake the Little People of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow every +morning. Cock-a-doodle-do." + +Yes, sir. This little rooster was better than an alarm clock, for you +didn't have to wind him. He crowed every morning his cheerful song to +help the old world wag along. + + + + +MUD TURTLE TOWN + + +THE Mud Turtles were having a fine time on the banks of the Old Duck +Pond. What is more fun I should like to know than making mud pies and +forts, and these little turtles had been busy for several days until +they had built a mud city, with bridges and houses, towers and castles. + +Goodness me! It was muddy, and the Farmyard Folk were all complaining, +except Ducky Waddles. He just loved mud, and found it great fun waddling +over the mud bridges. And if they broke down, he didn't mind a muddy +splashing! No, indeed he didn't. So, of course, he and the Mud Turtles +were great friends. + +One day Mr. Merry Sun, seeing how things were going on, said to himself: +"I guess I'll dry up all the Turtle Mud Houses." So he set to work, +shining down from the bright blue sky, and before evening the mud +palaces and castles were hard as bricks. + +"Hurrah!" he said, just before he went to sleep on the crimson pillows +of the West, "I've finished Mud Turtle Town!" + +Of course, all this was more or less of an accident, for the Mud Turtles +hadn't asked Mr. Merry Sun to help them. But when they saw what he had +done, they were delighted, and at once sent out invitations to all the +Barnyard Folk to spend a week in Turtle Town. + +Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny accepted at once; so did Goosey Lucy; and +as soon as they had packed their things, they set out for the Old Duck +Pond. + +"I don't think I shall lay an egg while I'm there," said Henny +Penny--"I'm not used to Mud Nests." + +"Suit yourself," said Cocky Doodle. + +"Henny Penny is right," said Goosey Lucy. "It will be a little vacation +for us. I, for one, shall be glad to forget all about home duties." + +Just then there was a great flapping of wings and Ducky Waddles came +wabbling after them. "Why don't you wait for a fellow," he panted. "I'm +all out of breath trying to catch up to you. I almost had to fly." + +As they crossed the Old Cow Path they met Little Jack Rabbit hopping +home to the Old Bramble Patch. + +"We're going to make a visit in Turtle Town," said Henny Penny. "Why +don't you come, too?" + +"Haven't time," answered the little bunny. "Mother sent me over to +Cousin Cottontail for lollypop frosting. She must have it in time to +cover the carrot cake for supper." + + + + +BOBBY TAIL + + +MR. JOHN RABBIT had been a great jumper in his youth, and Little Jack +Rabbit wished to learn to jump as far as his father, and even farther. + +So every day he practiced jumping in the Sweet Clover Field near the Old +Rail Fence until by and by he could jump over the second rail. + +"Pretty good," said Mr. Rabbit. "Don't believe I did any better when I +was your age. How is Bobby Tail getting along?" + +Now Little Jack Rabbit's brother was called Bobby Tail, because his tail +was so short. Yes, siree, it was so short that it looked exactly like a +white powder puff. And his eyes were just like little pink beads. But +they weren't any pinker than his nose. + +But, I'm sorry to say, there was something wrong with Bobby Tail. He was +too lazy for anything. That was what was the matter with him. He didn't +want to learn to jump--he'd rather spend his time eating clover tops. By +and by he grew to be dreadfully fat. + +And a fat bunny can't run fast nor jump far. Bobby Tail found this to be +true when one day Sic'em, the Farmer's Dog, chased him across the Sunny +Meadow. + +The Bunny Brothers had hopped down to the Old Duck Pond to see +Granddaddy Bullfrog, when all of a sudden Sic'em saw them. Goodness me! +What a chase he gave them! Over the Sunny Meadow, through the Shady +Forest, and along the Old Rail Fence! At first Bobby Tail was able to +keep up with brother, but after a while he fell behind. + +"Hurry up!" shouted Little Jack Rabbit. But, Oh dear me! Bobby Tail was +so fat and so short of breath that he couldn't. Closer and closer came +Sic'em till the little bunny could almost feel his hot breath. + +"If I ever get back to the Old Bramble Patch," he thought, "I'll +practice running and jumping every day in the week." + +Just then, he reached the Old Rail Fence. Another jump landed him in the +dear Old Bramble Patch, leaving Sic'em barking and growling outside the +prickly bushes. + +"You've had a narrow escape," said Mr. Rabbit, looking up over his +evening paper, "I hope it will teach you a lesson!" + +And it did. The very next day Bobby Tail practiced jumping with Little +Jack Rabbit, and kept it up until he became almost as good a jumper as +his brother. + +But Old Sic'em never knew how this came to pass. He was too busy keeping +watch over the Old Farmyard to bother his head about Bobby Tail, for +Danny Fox, who was always prowling around, hunting for a stray chicken, +kept the old dog forever on the lookout. + + + + +SUNSHINE + + +"WHERE did you get your red coat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, looking up +from the Old Bramble Patch. + +"Oh, that's my secret," answered Red Bird from the Old Rail Fence. +"There's been a legend in our family about it ever since the Flood." + +"You don't say so," exclaimed the little rabbit. + +"You've heard of the Great Flood, I suppose, that happened hundreds and +hundreds of years ago?" + +Little Jack Rabbit nodded. "I hope we don't get another to wash away the +Old Bramble Patch." + +"Well," continued Red Bird, "the legend is that one day, after it had +been raining ever so long, when there was nothing but water all around +and everybody in the ark was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah wrung +her hands and said, 'Oh, dear! We'll all be lost. We'll never get +ashore!' + +"Just then my ancestor began to whistle, and the next minute a beam of +sunshine broke through the clouds and settled upon him. + +"'My dear, we are reproved,' said Father Noah. 'The little bird has more +courage than we have. Hear him whistle.' + +"Then everybody turned to look at the brave little whistler. He was so +embarrassed that he BLUSHED--we were gray before that time, they +say--blushed so very deeply that our feathers have never lost their +bright red from that day to this." + +"Well, well," exclaimed the little rabbit. "When do you go away for the +winter?" + +"I'm not going away--I'm going to stay right here," answered Red Bird. + +"You'll find it pretty breezy up there," said Little Jack Rabbit with a +twinkle of his pink nose. + +"Oh, I don't know. I've got on my double-breasted red coat." + +"But what will you find to eat when the berries are all gone?" asked the +little rabbit. + +"I'll pick up crumbs at the Old Farm House," replied Red Bird +cheerfully. + +"You've got a sunshiny disposition," said Little Jack Rabbit admiringly. +"I guess your ancestors handed down something besides a red coat--some +of that sunshine that turned his feathers red must have crept into his +heart." + +"I don't know," replied Red Bird. + +"Maybe it doesn't make much difference how you got it, as long as you +keep it," said the little bunny as he hopped back into the Old Bramble +Patch to tell his mother all about it. + + + + +TURKEY TIM + + +TURKEY TIM in his turban-colored comb strutted about the Old Farmyard, +spreading his tail like a Japanese fan to the bright light that Mr. +Merry Sun sent down from the Big Blue Sky. + +"I wonder what makes Turkey Tim so proud?" asked Henny Penny. + +Little Jack Rabbit wiggled his pink nose, but said nothing. + +"Is it because the Kind Farmer is buying chestnuts for him from Chippy +Chipmunk?" + +Still the little rabbit made no reply. + +"Please tell me," begged Henny Penny. "You can whisper in my ear." + +"Turkey Tim thinks the Kind Farmer is fond of him, but that's not the +reason," answered the little rabbit. + +"What is the reason?" asked Henny Penny, who you see by this time was a +very curious little hen. + +"Turkey Tim wouldn't believe me if I told him," said the little rabbit. + +"Wouldn't he?" exclaimed the little hen, her feathers ruffled with +excitement and curiosity. + +"It's a big secret," whispered the little bunny. + +"Tell me quick," coaxed Henny Penny. + +"Thanksgiving!" whispered Little Jack Rabbit. "Haven't you heard of +chestnut-fed turkeys for Thanksgiving?" + +"Do you mean they are going to kill Turkey Tim?" cried the little hen. + +"I certainly do," answered the little rabbit. "But he's so proud he +wouldn't believe me. Why, he thinks he's more wonderful than Cocky +Doodle." + +"Well, he isn't," said Henny Penny. "Cocky Doodle's the most wonderful +of all the Feathered Folk, for he's the one who wakes up Mr. Merry Sun. +Cocky Doodle is the cock-a-doodle-do clock of the whole wide world. Why, +if it weren't for him Mr. Merry Sun might stay in bed all day." + +Just then along came Turkey Tim, but he didn't look so proud when the +little hen told him about Thanksgiving. + +"Who told you?" he asked in a trembling voice. + +"Little Jack Rabbit," answered Henny Penny, pointing to the truthful +little bunny. + +"I guess I'll make a visit in the Friendly Forest," said Turkey Tim in a +low voice, and off he went as fast as his legs would take him. + +But, Oh dear me! No sooner was he there than Billy Breeze began to sing: + + "Look out, look out for Danny Fox! + He sneaks about in his woolen socks, + You never can tell where he is at, + For he creeps around like a tip-toe cat." + + + + +PHOEBE PHEASANT + + +LITTLE Phoebe Pheasant's dew-wet feet hurried along the edge of the +Sunny Meadow. Mr. Merry Sun hadn't been up long enough to dry the grass, +for it was very early in the morning. + +In some places the dew had turned to frost, but the little pheasant +didn't mind that in the least, for she is a hardy bird, and not a bit +afraid of cold weather. + +The weather is about the only thing she isn't afraid of, for she is very +timid. Although she sometimes went to the Old Farmyard for breakfast, at +the slightest noise she would fly away. + +As she hurried along through the dewy frost she caught sight of Little +Jack Rabbit. And as he was the one person she wished to see that +morning, it didn't take her long to reach the Old Bramble Patch. + +"Good morning, Phoebe Pheasant," said the little bunny. "You seem in a +hurry." + +"Yes, I'm in a dreadful hurry to ask you something," replied the little +pheasant. + +"Well, what is it?" laughed the little bunny. + +"You remember Turkey Tim left the Old Farmyard before Thanksgiving?" + +"Of course I do," answered the little rabbit. + +"He wants to know whether the Kind Farmer has been looking for him?" +whispered Phoebe Pheasant. "He doesn't dare go back himself to find +out." + +"I should say not," answered the little rabbit. "The Kind Farmer's +dreadfully put out. He had to go without his Thanksgiving turkey!" + +"Then you think it would be dangerous for Turkey Tim to go back to the +Old Farmyard?" + +"Yes, just now," replied the little bunny. "He'd better wait until +everybody has forgotten Thanksgiving." + +"It's dreadfully hard on him, all alone in the Shady Forest," sighed the +little pheasant. "He's not a Wild Turkey, you know." + +"Never mind if he isn't," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "He'll be a Roast +Turkey if he goes back now to the Old Farmyard." + + + + +THE SNOWBALL + + +BILLY BREEZE had kicked up an awful racket all night around the Old +Briar Patch, but Little Jack Rabbit hadn't heard him. No, sir. The +little bunny had been too sound asleep to hear anything, but when he +looked out in the morning, goodness me! how he shivered. + +The ground was all covered with a white mantle, but he didn't know it +was snow. This was the first snow he had ever seen. It made everything +look strange, and the ground was as smooth as Mrs. Rabbit's best linen +tablecloth. + +Pretty soon he hopped down to the Bubbling Brook, but it, too, had +changed. It was smooth, like glass. So the little rabbit leaned over the +bank to listen, but just then Billy Breeze made a dreadful racket and +whirled the snow about in great clouds. But the little rabbit didn't +care; he just kept on listening, and by and by he heard the Bubbling +Brook singing softly: + + "Underneath the ice and snow + Very gently still I flow + Till I reach the Old Duck Pond + And the ocean far beyond. + + "Billy Breeze may whistle loud + Toss the snow up in a cloud, + Underneath the ice and snow + Very gently still I flow." + +"Dear me," said the little rabbit to himself, "I never would know that +this was the Old Duck Pond if it weren't for the Old Mill yonder. No +wonder Granddaddy Bullfrog hid himself deep down in the mud before all +this happened." + +Yes, the whole earth seemed quiet and still. The mill wheel moved no +more; great icicles hung from the paddles and long snowdrifts lay piled +against the dam. + +I don't know how long the little rabbit would have stood there wondering +at the sudden change if something hadn't happened. Whiz! went a snowball +past his ear. The Farmer's Boy leaned over and picked up some more snow. +But the little rabbit didn't wait to see what sort of a snowball he +would make this time. No, siree. He hopped back to the dear Old Bramble +Patch as fast as he could. + + + + +THE NEW SLEIGH + + +THE Old Farm Yard was a very comfortable sort of a place. Little Jack +Rabbit liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk were very nice to +him, especially Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave him some +of their corn. + +Then, too, it was great fun playing about the High Haystack. Here they +all gathered after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted on the sunny +side. + +Another reason, too, why the little rabbit came so often was because +many of his friends were tucked away for a long winter's nap. + +Busy Beaver was safe in his little house under the ice in the Forest +Pool. Squirrel Nutcracker and his family came out only on warm, sunshiny +days. The rest of the time they spent sleeping in their warm little +houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he never showed up--he was sound +asleep in the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond. + +The little rabbit's mother had told him not to go too often to the Old +Farm Yard for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it. "Henny Penny and +Cocky Doodle are your friends," she told him, "but I'm not so sure about +Mr. Farmer." + +"Oh, he's all right, mother," answered the little rabbit. "He's very +kind. He feeds all the Barn Yard Folk with such nice food. I'm sure +he's very good and kind." + +"Don't be too sure," answered the little rabbit's mother, with a knowing +wag of her head. + +One day when the little bunny hopped into the Old Farm Yard he heard +Cocky Doodle say: + +"It's a beautiful sleigh!" And just as Little Jack Rabbit was going to +ask what he meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the Big Red Barn with +Betsy, the Old Gray Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful dark green +sleigh. + +"Git ap!" he said, snapping the whip over her back. + +"Oh, Oh!" cried the little rabbit, "Maybe mother is right. I guess he's +not such a kind farmer after all!" But of course the little bunny +didn't know that the Kind Farmer hardly touched Old Betsy, although the +whip made a loud crack and she threw out her heels and ran off at a +great rate. + + "Jingle bells, jingle bells, + On the nice new sleigh. + Oh what fun it is to run!" + Sang dear Old Betsy Gray. + +[Illustration: "I'm So Tired of Polishing This Doorknob." + + _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_ _Page 117_] + + + + +DAILY DUTIES + + It isn't always easy + To do the things you must. + Some people if they stay at home + Say they will surely rust. + But you will find the longer + You live from day to day + That you must do the little things + That daily come your way. + + +"OH, dear!" sighed Little Jack Rabbit one lovely spring morning, "I'm so +tired of polishing this doorknob every day and every day. I wish it +would drop off." + +"Goodness me, little rabbit," said Grandmother Magpie, who just then +happened along, "you are a disagreeable bunny boy this morning." And +the old lady magpie looked at him out of her little black eyes as much +as to say: "I wish I had that bunny boy to bring up, I'd make him toe +the mark." + +And perhaps she would, and perhaps she wouldn't, for some people can +bring up other people's children ever so much better than their own, or +even themselves. Isn't that strange? Well, maybe it is and maybe it +isn't. + +"What are you saying to my little bunny boy?" asked Mrs. John Rabbit, +putting her head out of the kitchen window and scowling at Grandmother +Magpie. + +"Oh, nothing much," said that meddlesome old lady bird. + +"Well, you'd better not," said Mrs. Rabbit. "It's all you can do to +gossip about grown-up people's affairs." And then Mrs. Rabbit shook her +dusting rag up and down, and maybe once sideways, and after that she +shut the window. So Grandmother Magpie flew away without another word. + +"I'm glad she's gone," said the little rabbit to himself, and just then +Bobbie Redvest began to sing: + + "Every day a little work, + Every day a song, + Every day a kindly word + Helps us all along." + +And after that he picked up a crumb and said: + +"Good morning, little rabbit. Don't forget to feed the canary." + +"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "I almost forgot!" And +wouldn't it have been dreadful if he had, for little Miss Canary +couldn't get out of her gold cage and look for worms like all the wild +birds can, you know. + +Well, when the little rabbit had finished his work, he hopped out to the +Sunny Meadow where Mr. Merry Sun was making the buttercups grow more +yellow every day, and the daisies whiter. + + + + +MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR + + Oh, Mrs. Cow has a little bell + Tied to her neck with a string, + And every time she shakes her head + It gives a ting-a-ling-ling. + + +"HELLOA, little rabbit," said Ducky Waddles. "I guess I'll go down to +the Old Duck Pond and take a swim." So off he went, wabbly, wabbly, on +his big yellow feet, and pretty soon he saw Granddaddy Bullfrog on his +log. The old gentleman frog was feeling very fine this lovely spring +morning, for he had just eaten thirty-three flies, and that's a pretty +good breakfast, let me tell you, even if the advertisements say you +must eat shavings and cream to be perfectly well. + +"Good morning, Ducky Waddles," said Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Have you heard +the news?" + +"What news?" asked Ducky Waddles, taking off his collar and his blue +necktie before jumping into the water. + +"Why, the Farmer's Boy has gone to the city to see his old maid aunt," +said Granddaddy Bullfrog with a grin. "He won't throw stones at me now +for maybe a week." + +"Well, that's good news," said Ducky Waddles. "Now I can take a swim +without worrying about my new necktie." And he flopped into the water +with a splash that almost frightened to death a little tadpole who was +swimming close by. + +"Gracious me!" said the Little Tadpole, whose name was Tad, "if that +old duck had seen me he would have gobbled me up as quick as a winkerty +blinkerty." And then he hid behind a water lily stem until Ducky Waddles +was far away. + +Well, Ducky Waddles hadn't gone very far before Mrs. Oriole, who had a +nest like a long white stocking on a branch of the weeping willow tree, +began to sing: + + "Swing high, swing low, + Swing to and fro + From the branch of the willow tree. + But whenever I look + In the Bubbling Brook + Another bird looks at me." + +"Ha, ha!" laughed Professor Jim Crow, who happened to come by just then. +"What sort of a bird lives in the Bubbling Brook?" + +"Well, I can tell you one thing," said Mrs. Oriole, "she doesn't keep +her feathers well combed." + +And then you should have heard that wise old blackbird laugh. + +"Well, when you look in the Bubbling Brook again," he said, "comb your +feathers, Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird will do the same." + +And would you believe it, that's just what happened? But how Professor +Jim Crow knew it I'm sure I don't know, unless his wife had a vanity bag +with a little mirror in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don't +vote, I'm told. + + + + +AN AIRSHIP RIDE + + +WELL, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole combed her yellow curls--beg +pardon, I mean feathers--Little Jack Rabbit heard a voice say, quite +close to his ear, "Hello!" And when he looked around he saw his friend +the Jay Bird perched on a bramble branch. + +"How did you get here?" asked the little rabbit. + +"In my airship," replied the little bird. "Don't you want to take a +ride?" + +"Will you wait till I finish cleaning my gold watch?" and the little +rabbit set to work, and before long he could see his face in it and the +Jay Bird's too, for Mr. Merry Sun made that little gold watch shine like +a ball of fire. + +Then away went the little rabbit and the Jay Bird, and pretty soon they +were flying over the Sunny Meadow, over the treetops and over the +steeples, and over the houses and over the peoples! + +Well, sir, it wasn't very long before they were far, far away from the +Shady Forest, and then the little rabbit said: "Don't go too far, Mr. +Jay Bird, for mother will worry if I don't get home in time for supper." +And just then up came the American Eagle with a big flag in his beak and +seven silver stars on the tips of his tail feathers. + + "O come with me and I'll show you where + I've a nest on the mountain high in the air; + It's a lonely place, but it's home for me, + With Mrs. Eagle and children three." + +"Show us the way and we'll follow," said the Jay Bird, and he steered +his airship after the great American Eagle, and by and by they came to +his nest high up on the mountain's rocky crest. + +The little rabbit hopped out and went over to say how do you do to the +little eaglets, and when they showed him their Thrift Stamp Books, what +do you think this generous little rabbit did? Why, he opened his +knapsack and gave them each a War Saving Stamp. Wasn't that kind of him? + +Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for ice cream cones, and everybody +had a feast, and after that the Jay Bird said it was time to go. So he +and the little rabbit got into the airship and went away, and by and by +they were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs. Rabbit was looking out of +the window, and as soon as she saw them way up high in the clear blue +sky, she rang the supper bell, and Cocky Doodle sang: + + "Home again, my little rabbit, + That's the place to be. + Only there true love and rest + Waits for you and me." + + + + +Little Jack Rabbit Books + + (Trademark Registered) + + _By_ DAVID CORY + + Author of "Little Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + + Colored Wrappers With Text Illustrations. + + * * * * * + +A new and unique series about the furred and feathered little people of +the wood and meadow. + +Children will eagerly follow the doings of little Jack Rabbit, and the +clever way in which he escapes from his three enemies, Danny Fox, Mr. +Wicked Wolf and Hungry Hawk will delight the youngsters. + + LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND DANNY FOX + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE SQUIRREL BROTHERS + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND CHIPPY CHIPMUNK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE BIG BROWN BEAR + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE JOHN HARE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND PROFESSOR CROW + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND OLD MAN WEASEL + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MR. WICKED WOLF + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND HUNGRY HAWK + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE POLICEMAN DOG + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND MISS MOUSIE + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND UNCLE LUCKY + LITTLE JACK RABBIT AND THE YELLOW DOG TRAMP + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK + + + + +THE PUSS-IN-BOOTS, Jr. SERIES + + By DAVID CORY + + Author of "The Little Jack Rabbit Stories" and "Little + Journeys to Happyland" + + * * * * * + + Handsomely Bound. Colored Wrappers. Illustrated. + Each Volume Complete in Itself. + + * * * * * + +To know Puss Junior once is to love him forever. That's the way all the +little people feel about this young, adventurous cat, son of a very +famous father. + + THE ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + FURTHER ADVENTURES OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. IN FAIRYLAND + TRAVELS OF PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR. + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND OLD MOTHER GOOSE + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., IN NEW MOTHER GOOSE LAND + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND THE GOOD GRAY HORSE + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND TOM THUMB + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND ROBINSON CRUSOE + PUSS-IN-BOOTS, JR., AND THE MAN IN THE MOON + + * * * * * + + GROSSET & DUNLAP, _Publishers_, NEW YORK + + * * * * * + +Transcriber's Note: + +Obvious punctuation errors repaired. + + + + + +End of Project Gutenberg's Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures, by David Cory + +*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LITTLE JACK RABBIT'S ADVENTURES *** + +***** This file should be named 28846.txt or 28846.zip ***** +This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: + https://www.gutenberg.org/2/8/8/4/28846/ + +Produced by Chris Curnow, Joseph Cooper, Emmy and the +Online Distributed Proofreading Team at https://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. 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