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Wheeler" name="DCTERMS.creator" /> -<meta content="Carll B. Williams" name="MARCREL.ill" /> -<meta content="2013-10-02" scheme="DCTERMS.W3CDTF" name="DCTERMS.created" /> -<meta content="width=device-width" name="viewport" /> -<meta content="EpubMaker 0.3.20a7 by Marcello Perathoner <webmaster@gutenberg.org>" name="generator" /> -</head> -<body> -<div class="document" id="billy-whisters-travels"> -<h1 class="center document-title level-1 pfirst title"><span class="x-large">BILLY WHISTERS' TRAVELS</span></h1> - -<!-- this is the default PG-RST stylesheet --> -<!-- figure and image styles for non-image formats --> -<!-- default transition --> -<!-- default attribution --> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="clearpage"> -</div> -<!-- -*- encoding: utf-8 -*- --> -<div class="align-None container language-en pgheader" id="pg-header" xml:lang="en" lang="en"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the </span><a class="reference internal" href="#project-gutenberg-license">Project Gutenberg License</a><span> -included with this eBook or online at -</span><a class="reference external" href="http://www.gutenberg.org/license">http://www.gutenberg.org/license</a><span>.</span></p> -<p class="noindent pnext"></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<div class="align-None container" id="pg-machine-header"> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>Title: Billy Whiskers' Travels -<br /> -<br />Author: F. G. Wheeler -<br /> -<br />Release Date: October 02, 2013 [EBook #43872] -<br /> -<br />Language: English -<br /> -<br />Character set encoding: UTF-8</span></p> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-start-line"><span>*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK </span><span>BILLY WHISKERS' TRAVELS</span><span> ***</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst" id="pg-produced-by"><span>Produced by Al Haines.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span></span></p> -</div> -<div class="align-None container coverpage"> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 79%" id="figure-235"> -<img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Cover art" src="images/img-cover.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Cover art</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container titlepage"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="x-large">BILLY WHISKERS' -<br />TRAVELS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">BY</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="large">F. G. WHEELER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">ILLUSTRATIONS BY -<br />CARLL B. WILLIAMS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 3em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="medium">THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY -<br />CHICAGO — AKRON, OHIO — NEW YORK</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="small">MADE IN U. S. A.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<div class="align-None container verso"> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="small">Copyright 1907 -<br />by -<br />The Saalfield Publishing Co.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">CONTENTS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span class="small">CHAPTER</span></p> -<ol class="upperroman simple"> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-runs-away-from-home">Billy Runs Away from Home</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#he-loses-his-mother">He Loses his Mother</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-sees-his-mother-again">Billy Sees his Mother Again</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-burgomaster-is-bumped">The Burgomaster is Bumped</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-wooden-goat">The Wooden Goat</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-celebration-with-fireworks">A Celebration with Fireworks</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-finds-his-mother">Billy Finds his Mother</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#an-encounter-with-the-tiger">An Encounter with the Tiger</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#alone-in-an-ocean-storm">Alone in an Ocean Storm</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#the-goats-become-a-fiery-dragon">The Goats Become a Fiery Dragon</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-joins-a-happy-family">Billy Joins a Happy Family</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-earns-his-name">Billy Earns his Name</a></p> -</li> -<li><p class="first noindent pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#a-happy-reunion">A Happy Reunion</a></p> -</li> -</ol> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span class="small">ILLUSTRATIONS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>A Boat was lowered to rescue Billy. (missing from source book)</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#grab-him-caspar-hold-him">"Grab him, Caspar! Hold him!"</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-saw-him-coming-and-splashed-around-to-the-far-side-of-the-fountain">Billy saw him coming, and splashed around to the far side of -the fountain.</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#billy-felt-his-courage-coming-back">Billy felt his courage coming back.</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#well-old-fellow-if-broken-bones-are-all-we-can-fix-those">"Well, old fellow, if broken bones are all, we can fix those."</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><a class="reference internal" href="#shake-hands-said-bobby">"Shake hands," said Bobby.</a></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="billy-runs-away-from-home"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER I</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BILLY RUNS AWAY FROM HOME</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="T" src="images/img-cap1.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>he other kids of the big flock on the pretty Swiss farm -thought that they were having a very nice time, but -Billy did not like it very well. He could run faster, -jump higher and butt harder than any of the other kids -of his age, and he wanted more room. Nearly every day he stopped -for a while beside the high fence and looked out through it at the -green slopes that ran up to the mountains. The leaves looked so -much fresher and more tender there, and the sun so much brighter; -besides, there were rocky places—he could see them—which would -make such fine playgrounds and jumping places. His wise old -mother shook her head when he told her about these things.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You are too little yet, Billy," she always said. "You are not -yet strong enough to be out in the world alone, even if you could get -away from here."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just wait till I get big," Billy would say, shaking his head, -and then he would scamper away to slyly nip the whiskers of some -sober old goat, or to romp or play fight with one of the other -youngsters.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was the most mischievous kid in the flock, and because of -that his mother named him Billy Mischief. Farmer Klausen, who -owned him, was nearly as proud of him as Billy's own mother -could be.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's the smartest and strongest young goat I've got," he -used to brag to his neighbor, fat Hans Zug, but for all that he kept -a sharp eye on Billy and would not allow him to break away from -the flock and escape, as he sometimes tried to do when they were -being driven across the road from one pasture to another.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>One day, when Billy was almost a full-grown goat, his chance -came at last. Farmer Klausen was standing in the middle of the -road to see that none got away, while his boys were driving the flock -over to the lower meadows. Billy, who came up with the others, -looking as innocent as a goat can look, suddenly wheeled, and with -a hard jump landed his broad head and horns square in the stomach -of his master. Farmer Klausen gave a yell, threw up both his hands -and went heels over head into the dust, while Billy, scampering over -him, ran as hard as he could for the hills.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Coming down the road toward him was fat Hans Zug with a yoke -across his shoulders from which hung two great pails of goat's milk -which he was taking down to the chocolate factory in the valley. -Slow-witted Hans, when he saw neighbor Klausen's goat getting -away, never thought of setting down his pails, but spread out his -arms and stood square in the middle of the road, waving his hands -and shouting: "Shoo! Shoo!" It was a big mistake to think that -he could scare this scamp goat by saying "Shoo!" or by keeping his -fat body in the road, for Billy came straight on with his head down, -and just as Hans thought that maybe he had better step to one side, -Billy gave a mighty leap and doubled Hans up just like he had -Farmer Klausen.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A thousand lightnings yet again!" yelled Hans as he went over. -The two pails came down -with a thud and a swish, -and goat's milk ran all -over the road and down -the gulleys at the side. -Hans Zug's dog, which -had been sniffing at the roadside to see if he could find the trail of -a rabbit, now jumped out and came at Billy. With one jerk of his -strong little neck the runaway goat picked the dog up on his horns -and tossed him clear over his head, where he landed plump on top -of fat Hans and knocked the breath out of him for a second time, -just as Hans was getting up. Then Billy, feeling fine from this -nice bit of exercise, kicked up his heels and galloped on.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-236"> -<span id="the-two-pails-came-down-with-a-thud-and-a-swish"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="The two pails came down with a thud and a swish" src="images/img-003.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">The two pails came down with a thud and a swish</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just as he reached the woods he turned around and looked back. -Farmer Klausen was on his feet again but had no time to chase Billy, -for he was cracking his long whip and running from one side of the -road to the other to keep the rest of the goats from breaking away. -Billy could hear his loud voice from where he stood. Hans had -also rolled to his feet and was holding his pudgy hands across his -stomach, where he had been hit, while he looked dumbly at the -rich, yellow milk which was in puddles everywhere. Thick-headed -Hans was just making up his mind that the milk had really been -spilled when another goat dashed by him, as fast as its feet could -patter. As it drew nearer Billy saw with joy that it was his mother, -and he waited for her. When she came close Billy called to her:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hurry up! We are never going back any more."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He kicked up his heels again in pure delight and was about to -plunge into the woods when his mother called on him to wait, and -he did so, though he did not like to do it, for the last of the flock -was now safely in the other pasture, the gate was being closed on -them and Billy knew that in a moment more Farmer Klausen and -his boys and neighbor Hans would be coming after them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy's mother came up even with him she was panting -so hard that she could not speak, but she did not stop. She kept -right on running, and he followed, curious to see what she meant to -do. As soon as they were out of sight of the men, she turned from -the road into the woods, and by-and-by reached a little hollow which -was all overgrown with bushes. Into this she raced, and Billy, now -seeing what she was up to, scampered lightly along behind, thinking -it to be great fun. The hollow grew deeper and wider and shadier -as they went on, and at last she turned and scrambled up the dim, -pebbly bank, where she plunged into a dry little cave. Here she -lay down upon the ground to get her breath, while Billy climbed in -beside her and listened. Soon he could hear the heavy pat, pat, of -the feet of Farmer Klausen and his boys on the road, which was now -high above them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"They'll never find us here," he said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't 'baah' so loud or they will hear us," panted his mother. -"My! I'm getting too fat to run any more, but if you were bound to -go out in the world, I was bound to come with you. You're not old -enough even yet to be trusted alone. But you are right about one -thing; unless they catch us, we're never going back."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Suddenly they both became very still. The noise of the footsteps -had died away, but there was a slow rustling of the leaves in -the hollow. Something was coming toward them!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Nearer and nearer to where Billy and his mother lay hidden -came the noise, and soon they saw a dim, dark-gray shape among the -underbrush turn straight up toward them. It was a large wild boar, -one of the fiercest animals that rove the forests of Europe. It had -a great, shaggy head and cruel-looking curved tusks nearly a foot -long. The two goats were in one of his hiding-places, and they -knew that he would not stop to say "Beg your pardon" when he came -up; whatever he had to say would be said with those sharp tusks. -The space was too narrow for them to run out past him. Billy's -mother was scared, but not Billy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"The only thing for us to do is to fight," said he, and, jumping -to his feet, he stood at the mouth of the little cave and gave a loud -"baah!" which was to warn the boar that it had better go about its -business.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The boar stopped and looked up at Billy with little wicked eyes, -then he gave a loud snort, and, lowering his head, started to run -straight up the hill toward them. Billy waited until the boar was -close upon him, then he gave a sudden jump and landed square upon -the fierce animal's back. The beast squealed and whirled around to -rip Billy with his tusks, but before he could do so Billy himself had -whirled and had hooked the big animal in the side. There was -another squeal and Billy jumped out of the way. The animal turned -and dashed after him, but in turning, his side was for an instant -toward the mouth of the cave. It was just that instant for which -Billy's mother was watching, and with all her might she jumped, -butting him in the side with such force that he went rolling over -and over, squealing and grunting, into the hollow. Billy was for -jumping down after him but his mother knew better than that. -She knew that it would be only an accident if they could whip this -wicked animal, as the boar was so much the stronger, and that it -was better to run than fight.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Come quickly!" she cried, springing up the hill.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy stood for a moment, hardly knowing whether to follow -her or not, but just then the boar scrambled to his feet and started -after them, snorting and with fire-red eyes.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Billy! Billy!" screamed his mother. "Do as I tell you!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Even then, Billy, who never had known what it was to be afraid, -wanted to stay and fight it out, but the sight of his mother -scampering up the hill decided him. He was more afraid that he might -lose her than he was that he could not whip the boar, so he took -after her. The boar was also a good runner, but he was not nearly -so nimble a climber as the goats and they soon out-distanced him, -gaining the road, where they ran on as fast as they could go.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The road soon came to a narrow place where the trees stopped -and the rocks rose straight up on either side. They were half way -through this narrow stretch when Billy's mother stopped.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Goodness!" she exclaimed. "I forgot about Farmer Klausen -and his boys. They will be coming back past this way pretty soon, -and if they meet us in here there will be trouble. We can't turn -back on account of the boar and they will surely catch us."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, then," said Billy, once more showing his bravery, "if -we can't go back on account of the boar, we might just as well go on -ahead and meet whatever comes, as to stand here wasting time. -Maybe if we hurry we can get out before they get to us."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm proud of you, Billy," said his mother.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>They started to run on again, but had no more than done so -when, sure enough, they saw a man coming toward them. It was -fat Hans Zug, and the minute they saw who it was Billy laughed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just watch me roll him over," he said, and started, as hard as -he could go, toward the big round farmer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Hans saw Billy coming toward him this time he did not -wave his arms and cry, "Shoo!" In place of that he put his hands -on his stomach and turned around to run away from this little, white -cannon-ball of a goat. It was comical to see the fat fellow waddling -along, holding his hands in front of him, but he was making such -slow progress that Billy felt sorry for him and thought that he ought -to help him a little. It only took a few jumps to catch up with Hans -and then—biff!—he struck him from behind so hard that Hans -almost bounced when he hit the ground.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A thousand lightnings, yet again!" yelled poor Hans.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was just grunting his way to his hands and feet again when -Billy's mother came along behind and—whack!—she gave him -another tumble. This time he did not stop to look in either direction, -but rolled over to the side of the road and, getting to his feet, tried -to claw his way up the steep rocks, feeling almost sure that a whole -regiment of goats of all colors and sizes was after him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ten thousand, a hundred thousand lightnings!" wailed Hans. -Billy, nearly laughing -himself sick, -waited for his -mother, and -when she came -up they both -pranced on. They had nearly reached the end of the narrow pass -when they saw coming toward them Farmer Klausen and his two -boys. The boys were running on ahead, quite a little distance in -front of their father, and Billy said quickly:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You take Chris and I will take Jacob!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So when they came up to the boys they just dived between their -legs. Billy upset Jacob easily enough, but Chris was lighter, and -when the fatter goat tried to escape between his legs he simply fell -over on top of her. Without stopping to think what he was doing, he -grabbed his arms about her middle and hung tight, while she raced -on for dear life. By this time they were up to the farmer. Billy -easily dodged him, but it was not so easy for his mother. With -Chris hanging on her back, Farmer Klausen was able to grab her -by the horns and hold her tight.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-237"> -<span id="he-grabbed-his-arms-about-her-middle-and-hung-tight"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="He grabbed his arms about her middle and hung tight." src="images/img-009.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">He grabbed his arms about her middle and hung tight.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Billy, Billy! Help!" squealed his mother, and Billy whirled -around to come back at once. He flew through the air as if he had -been shot out of a gun, and when he landed against the stooping -Farmer Klausen, that surprised man turned a somersault clear over -Chris and the old goat, then Billy's mother easily shook Chris loose -and away they went again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As soon as they got through the narrow pass they turned once -more into the woods, which here sloped upward. They had now -passed the last of the farms, and beyond them lay nothing but wooded -hills and the mountains. Up and up they scrambled until at last, -near nightfall, they came to a little, grass-grown tableland, watered -by a tiny stream that tumbled down from the mountains, and here, -after taking a long drink, they rested. After a while they made a -good meal from the tender young grass that grew at the side of the -stream, and lay down again. Soon they were fast asleep, side by -side.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was nearly midnight and the moon was shining brightly -overhead, when they were both awakened by a terrific scream, and at -the same moment a soft, heavy body landed upon Billy's back! -Sharp claws struck his hide and sharp teeth sank into the back of his -neck!</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 75%" id="figure-238"> -<span id="grab-him-caspar-hold-him"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt=""GRAB HIM, CASPAR! HOLD HIM!"" src="images/img-012.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">"GRAB HIM, CASPAR! HOLD HIM!"</span></div> -</div> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="he-loses-his-mother"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER II</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">HE LOSES HIS MOTHER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="I" src="images/img-cap2.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>t was a mountain lynx that had sprung upon Billy from -the rocks above. This lynx often came down to the -highest of the goat farms, and had many times annoyed -fat Hans Zug and Farmer Klausen by stealing nice, fat -young kids for his supper. This time, however, he had met his -match, for Billy's mother no sooner saw the animal light upon her -offspring than she scrambled to her feet, and, with a short, quick -jump, plunged her sharp horns into his side. The lynx screamed, -and loosing his grip on Billy, turned to fight with the mother goat. -The moment his weight was lifted, Billy, quick as a flash, ripped -at the underside of the beast with his sharp horns. That made the -animal snarl and loosen his hold upon Billy's mother, and between -them they soon, in this way, gave the lynx more than he had bargained -for, so that presently he fled howling up the steep rocks with -the two goats chasing him as far as they thought it safe. Then they -came back to their grassy spot, and bathed their hurt places in the -cool, running water.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Now, Billy, you see what the world is like," said his mother. -"Don't you wish that we were safely back in Farmer Klausen's pasture?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy dipped his scratched hind leg in the water and held it there -while he shook his head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No," he said, "this is better. Only I'm glad that I didn't get a -chance to run away until I was so big and strong."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>His mother sighed, but looked at him proudly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You are a brave young goat," she said, "and it would be a -shame to keep you shut up in a pen."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In the morning they were a little stiff from their hurts, but Billy -was still eager to travel and see the world, so they went on into the -mountains. About noon they followed a little ravine down to a -plateau where there was a whole herd of chamois. These graceful -animals are about the size of a goat, but they are not so heavily built -and are much swifter. At first the chamois did not want to let the -goats join them, but old Fleetfoot, the leader of the herd, said that -they might stay if they were not quarrelsome, but that they would -have to look out for themselves if hunters came that way.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>This little plateau was a beautiful place, all carpeted with grass -and backed up by towering rocks. At one end was a cliff looking out -over a valley, at the further end of which was a little village. Billy, -in his eagerness to see the world, ran at once to the edge of the cliff.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You reckless Billy!" cried his mother, running after him. -"Don't go so close to that -cliff or you will surely -fall over and break -your neck!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm not -afraid," boasted -Billy, and actually -stood on his hind legs at the very edge.</span></p> -<div class="align-right auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 74%" id="figure-239"> -<span id="stood-on-his-hind-legs-at-the-very-edge"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Stood on his hind legs at the very edge." src="images/img-015.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Stood on his hind legs at the very edge.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just then a few loose stones came rolling -down the ravine, and like a flash the -entire herd of chamois were gone, leaping -across a broad chasm to a little ledge upon the -other side, where there was a second path that -led among the rocks.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, what shall we do?" cried Billy's -mother. "Here come two hunters with guns, and -we can't jump where they did. Why, it's twelve -feet across there!" She was frightened half to -death but not for herself, for she threw herself -squarely between Billy and the hunters.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The hunters were ignorant fellows, and as soon -as they caught sight of the two goats they thought that -these also were chamois, and one of them, lifting his -gun, shot at them, grazing the head of the mother goat. She toppled -over against Billy, and that knocked him over the cliff. If it had -not been for a small tree which grew out of the cliff about half -way down, Billy would have been dashed to death, but the tree -broke his fall and so he only lay in the valley stunned, while the -hunters picked up his mother and in great glee carried her away, -thinking they had shot a chamois.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When they got back to their guide he told them their mistake, -and saw, too, that the goat was only stunned; so they gave it to him -and he sold it next day to a man who was buying some extra goats -for Hans Zug, to stock a goat farm in America.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In the meantime poor Billy lay almost dead at the base of the -cliff, where a man found him about an hour later.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You poor goat!" said the man, looking up at the cliff. "Did -you fall down from that dizzy height?" and he put his hand on -Billy's sleek coat. "At least you are not dead," he went on, feeling -Billy's heart beat. "I'll get you some water."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He took off his little round hat and ran back to where a tiny -waterfall came splashing and tumbling down the cliff, and, filling -his hat full of water, brought it and emptied it on the goat's head. -The cool shower revived Billy so that he raised his head a little, and -by the time the man got back with the second hatful of water he was -able to drink a little. This revived him still more, and presently -he scrambled weakly to his feet. He stumbled and swayed and -nearly fell down, but by spreading his feet out he managed to stand -up, and by-and-by he took a few tottering steps. With each step -he grew stronger, and after another good drink he was able to -follow this kind man across the valley to the little village.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was glad enough to lie down and take a nap as soon as he -got to the man's house, and he did not wake up until late at night. -After his good sleep he felt as strong as ever and thought he would -get something to eat, then see if he could not find his mother. He -found that he was tied to a fence not far from a little whitewashed -building, under which ran a stream of water, but it did not take long -for him to jerk himself loose. Going toward the little white -building, he smelled something that reminded him of milk. He tried to -get in at the door. It was fastened with a wooden button but Billy -did not care for that. He went back a little piece to get a run, and -bumped head first into the door, which flew open at once.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Milk!" said Billy, sniffing around in delight. "Nice sweet -milk! I'm sure that kind man would want me to have some."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>There was a little board walk down the center of this spring-house, -and on each side of this were a number of crocks setting in the -water, each one of them covered with a plate and containing milk. -A stone was laid on top of each plate to weight the crock down in -the water, and in trying to nose off one of these plates Billy reached -over too far and fell. He landed right among the crocks, which, -of course, bumped into each other, breaking and overturning and -spilling the milk, and making a great clatter. At the noise, two -dogs came running down and dashed into the spring-house, where, -seeing something floundering around in the water, they promptly -dived in after it and Billy found himself very busy. The noise the -dogs made aroused the man and his wife, and they, too, came down; -the noise they made aroused the neighbors on both sides, who came -running over to see what was the matter; a young man, who was -coming home late from calling on a girl, passed by that way and -saw the people from both sides running to this house and thought -there must be a fire, so he ran to the town hall, where the rope of -the fire bell hung outside, and began ringing it as loud as he could, -which aroused everybody in the village. Hearing the commotion -many got out of bed and came out on the streets to learn where the -fire was.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All this time Billy, the cause of the hubbub, was battling with -the dogs among the milk crocks in the spring-house, and using his -horns right and left as hard as he could, until finally he was able to -jump out between them and on to the board walk. Out of the door -he dashed, upsetting the man and his wife, butting into the neighbors -and, all dripping with white milk, ran like the ghost of a goat -through the village street, making women and girls scream, -scattering people right and left and being chased by yelping dogs and -halloing men and boys.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy easily outran his pursuers, but he never stopped until he -was far out in the country, where he crept under a stone bridge to -rest from his long run. As soon as he had got his breath, he broke -into a near-by field and made a splendid supper from some nice -young lettuce heads, then he trotted contentedly back under his -bridge and went to sleep. In the morning, bright and early, he -went back into the market garden and made a fine breakfast from -beet and carrot tops, all sparkling with cool dew. He enjoyed this -garden very much and would like to have stayed there until all the -nice vegetables were eaten up, but he remembered how Mr. Klausen -had whipped him for breaking into his turnip patch one time, and -made up his mind that it would not be safe to linger in this part of -the country much longer, so he jumped the fence and started again -on his travels.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A little dog was trotting down the road, and as soon as he saw -Billy he began to bark. To ordinary persons the barking would -have sounded merely like a lot of bow-wows, but in the animal -language it said:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where did </span><em class="italics">you</em><span> come from, you big white tramp? You go -right on away from here or I'll call the police."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy wasn't going to take that sort of talk from any dog, big or -little, so he gave one "baah!" lowered his head, and started for that -dog. The dog suddenly found out that he had very important -business back home, and he started up the road as hard as he could -go, with Billy close after him. There never was a dog that ran -so hard and so earnestly as that one, and all the breath that he could -spare from running he used in howling, to let the folks at home -know that he was coming. All at once he was very anxious indeed -to get home in time for breakfast, and Billy was just as anxious to -toss him over a fence before he got there. Up one hill and down -another went the two, lickaty-split, first a little white streak bent -low in the dust, and then a bigger white streak coming along close -behind in a whirling cloud. Pretty soon they came in sight of a big -square farmhouse with a wide-spreading roof, and then the little -dog, his tongue hanging away out, gave an extra wild howl and ran -faster than ever. When they got to the house the dog turned in at -the open gate with Billy right at his heels. He tore up the path -and around to the kitchen door, up the steps and into the kitchen, -pell-mell, where he dived under the table at which the Oberbipp -family was having breakfast.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy did not know where he was going and did not very much -care. All he knew was that he was chasing that dog and meant -to catch him, so without looking, he followed, too, up the steps -and under the table. Such shrieking and howling never was heard. -Herr Oberbipp jumped up so quickly that he upset his chair, and -in trying to catch the chair he upset himself, turning a back -somersault on the floor and landing in a tub of soapsuds in which the -clothes were soaking to be washed. Frau Oberbipp grabbed a loaf -of bread in one hand and a sausage in the other, and never left off -screaming until she was out of breath. Greta Oberbipp sprang up -on her chair and shook her skirts as hard as she could, while she -helped her mamma scream. Baby Oberbipp jumped up on the -table at first, but the snarls and howls and "baahs" from underneath -excited his curiosity so much that he soon jumped down to the floor -and looked under the table. Then he began to dance on one foot -and yell.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hang on, you Flohbeis!" he cried, for the dog, now full of -courage because he was under his own table, had grabbed Billy by -the nose. Shake his head as hard as he might, Billy could not -loosen Flohbeis, or Fleabite, as his name would be called in English, -so he reared straight up, and the table began to dance across the -room toward the father of the family, while Frau Oberbipp and -Greta screamed louder than ever. Herr Oberbipp was just getting -out of the tub when the table got over to him, and he made a grab -at it when Billy gave an extra strong jump. The table overturned, -and all the breakfast things, with a mighty crash of dishes, slid on -Herr Oberbipp and knocked him back in the suds again. By this -time Billy had unfastened the grip of Fleabite from his nose and -had butted that yelping dog into the bottom of the tall clock case; -then Billy started for the door, but Herr Oberbipp was already -yelling to Caspar not to let him out.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Grab him, Caspar! Hold him!" yelled the man. "He is a -nice young goat. He spoils our breakfast and we make a dinner -of him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy heard that, he was more anxious than ever to -get out, but Caspar had slammed the door shut, and Billy, seeing -it closed, tried to butt it down. The door was too strong and Billy -grew desperate. Caspar ran after him and Billy suddenly turned, -running under Caspar's legs and toppling him over; then he made -for the window, meaning to go through it, sash and all. But Caspar -had already jumped up, and, as the goat went through a pane of -glass, Caspar grabbed him by the hind legs and held him, while -Billy, fairly caught and pinched in between the window bars, could -only struggle with his fore feet.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Herr Oberbipp in the meantime got himself out of the tub -of water, took the butter out of his hair and the mush out of his -shirt front, untangled himself from the table-cloth, wiped the -coffee from his face and ran outside, where he grabbed Billy by the -horns and pulled him on through the window. Herr Oberbipp was -a big, strong man, and, holding Billy by the horns, he carried him -at arm's length down to the barn, letting him kick and struggle -all he wanted to, and there he tied the goat in a stall with a good -stout wire, after which he went back to the house and washed himself. -Frau Oberbipp and Greta were still screaming.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The glass had given Billy two or three little cuts, but they did -not amount to much and he had already licked them clean when -Caspar came out with some water and a plate of cold potatoes which -Billy was very glad to get. While the goat was eating, Caspar -examined the cut places, and, running into the house, brought out -something which he put on the cuts. It smarted at first, and Billy -tried to butt Caspar for putting it on, but by-and-by he could feel -that the smarts were being soothed and that the cuts were healing by -reason of the stuff that the boy had put on, so he began to see that -Caspar was not such a bad sort after all. He had something to -worry about, however, when, after breakfast, the farmer came out -and looked the goat over.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Roast kid is a very fine dish," said the farmer. "I don't know -to whom this goat belongs, but whosever it is he owes us a meal, so -we're going to roast him."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="billy-sees-his-mother-again"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER III</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BILLY SEES HIS MOTHER AGAIN</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="N" src="images/img-cap3.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>obody, not even a goat, likes to think of being roasted -for dinner, and so, the minute he heard that, Billy gave -an extra hard tug at the wire, but it only cut his neck -and choked him and would not break. So he gave it -up and "baahed" pitifully while he looked to Caspar for help.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Indeed you will not roast this goat," said sturdy Caspar. -"He's my goat; he chased my dog and I'm going to keep him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Caspar looked up at his father and his father looked down at -Caspar. Billy looked up at both of them. Little Caspar and big -Caspar stood exactly alike, both of them with their fists doubled on -their hips and both of them with square jaws and firm lips, and it was -big Caspar, who, proud to see his boy looking so much like himself, -finally gave in. He laughed and said:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right, he's your goat, but you have got to take the -whippings for all the damage he does."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Very well," said Caspar, "I'll do it," and his father walked -away.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was so pleased with this that he made up his mind to be -very nice to the boy, and when Caspar stooped down to take the -empty plate away, Billy ran his nose affectionately into young -Oberbipp's hand. Right after breakfast Caspar took off the wire from -Billy's neck, holding a switch in his hand to whip the goat over -the nose in case he tried to butt or run away. But Billy did neither -of these things. He followed his new master out in the -yard, and there he was backed up between the shafts of -a little wagon that had been made for -Fleabite. The dog capered and barked and -made a run or two at Billy, but -the goat only shook his horns at -him and Fleabite ran under the barn. The dog was jealous. He -did not like the wagon, but, rather than have the goat hitched up to -it, he wanted to haul it himself.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-240"> -<span id="he-was-backed-up-between-the-shafts-of-a-little-wagon"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="He was backed up between the shafts of a little wagon." src="images/img-026.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">He was backed up between the shafts of a little wagon.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's no use, Fleabite," said Caspar, "you might as well make -friends with him. Anyhow, you're not big enough to haul this -wagon, and you always lay down in the harness. You can come -along behind, though. I'm going to drive in to Kasedorf and show -my goat to cousin Fritz."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At first Billy was afraid that Kasedorf might be the village -where he had torn up the spring-house, and he had very good reasons -for not wanting to go back there, but when they clattered out of the -gate Caspar turned his head in the other direction, and he was very -glad of this. He was so pleased with his new master that he went -along at a splendid gait, pulling Caspar nicely up one hill after -another. Fleabite ran along, sometimes behind, sometimes ahead, and -sometimes slipping up at the side and snapping at Billy's nose; but -Billy had only to shake his horns in the dog's direction and Fleabite -would run about a mile before he would take it into his foolish -head to try that trick again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Pretty soon they went whizzing down a little hill and into a -far prettier village than the first one. Just as they turned into the -main street, along came a flock of goats driven by two men and half -a dozen boys, and who should Billy see in that flock but his own -mother! Of course he called loudly to her. She heard him, and -though she was in the center of the flock, quickly made her way to -the edge, where she kissed him. She had no time to tell him where -she was going, nor he to tell her all that had happened to him since -he had fallen from the cliff, but it was a joy for each of them to -know that the other was still alive and in good health.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Before they could speak further, a sharp whip cracked over -them and the lash landed on Billy's nose. He jumped back with the -pain and again the whip cracked. This time Billy's mother got the -sting of it. Billy looked around, and there, handling the whip, -was fat Hans Zug! Billy, mad as a hornet, whirled and was going -to make for Hans, when Caspar, who had jumped out of the cart, -hit him a sharp crack across the nose with his fist, and it pained -Billy so much that the tears came to his eyes and he could not see. -Before he could make another start for Hans or run after his mother, -Hans had passed by, and Caspar's uncle Heinrich, who had come up -in the meantime, had Billy by the horns and was holding him. -Billy struggled as hard as he could to get away. He wanted to butt -Hans Zug for whipping his mother and himself, and he wanted to -go with his mother if he could, so he was a very sulky goat.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Even when Caspar took him to his uncle's house and gave him -some nice, tender vegetables and potato parings to eat, he was very -sulky as he stood there munching his dinner, so that when Fleabite -came up and stole some of his potato parings he butted that poor -dog plump into a barbed wire fence. You must not suppose that -Fleabite liked potato parings. He would not eat them at home, -but he was such a jealous dog that he wanted to eat up Billy's -dinner, no matter what it was. After dinner Caspar rubbed Billy's -sleek coat until it was all clean and glossy, then he let Fritz have a -ride in the cart. Fritz drove proudly up into the main street, and -there, standing at the corner, talking to another man, was Hans -Zug!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes," Hans was saying in English to the other man, "I go -me also by America next week. I got such a brother there what is -making more as a tousand dollars a year mit such a goat farm, and I -take me my goats over. I got a contract mit another Switzer what -owns the land. Yess!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy did not wait for any more, but raised up on his hind feet. -Fritz tried his best to hold him back, but he might as well have -tried to hold the wind, and Billy, feeling the tug at his reins, gave -a jump that toppled Fritz over backwards out of the cart. He gave -one more jump and landed with all his might and main against poor, -round Hans, and as his enemy went down Billy jumped on him and -ran up one side of him and down the other side. Poor Hans got -up and clasped both pudgy hands on his stomach.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A thousand lightnings yet again!" he exclaimed as he looked -sorrowfully at his print in the dust. Hans had been butted that -time for Billy's mother; now Billy whirled and came back to give -Hans one for himself, but this time Hans was too quick for him -and dodged behind a tree, letting Billy butt the tree so hard that it -stunned him, and before the fiery tempered goat could make up -his mind what had happened to him, Caspar came running up and -grabbed him by the horns. Billy could have jerked away from -Caspar, but he felt that the boy was now the best friend he had, and -he did not want to hurt him, so he let Caspar pat him on his sleek -sides and climb into the cart behind him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You'll have to walk, Fritz," said Caspar loftily. "It takes a -good strong boy to manage this goat."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy laughed at this, but when Caspar "clicked" for him to -"get up," he trotted right along without making any fuss about it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At the next corner a carriage turned into the main street, and -in it, on the seat back of the driver, were a man and a boy, the latter -being of about Caspar's age.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, papa, do look at that beautiful goat!" exclaimed the boy. -"Please buy him for me, won't you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Brown shook his head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't mind you having a goat, Frank," he said, "but I can -get you just as good a one when we get back to America. There is -no use in carrying a goat clear across the ocean with us when there -are so many at home."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right," said the boy, obediently, and the carriage drove on.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Poor Billy! His heart sank. He had just heard from Hans -that his mother was going to America, and he did hope that this fine -looking man would buy him and take him there, too, so that he -would have more chance to find his mother; but now his chance was -gone. Was it though? He was not a goat to give up easily, and -he made up his mind to try once more.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy stopped dead still to think it over. He simply could not -bear to let this man get away without another trial, so suddenly he -whirled, nearly upsetting the cart, and ran after the strangers. He -soon caught up with them, and then, slowing down, he trotted along -at the side of the carriage, showing off his beauty as much as he -could.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, papa, there is that beautiful goat again," said the boy. -"How I do wish I could have him! Of course you can buy me one -in America, as you have promised to do, but they say that there are -no goats in the world so fine as the Swiss goats, and I am sure that -I never saw any so pretty as this one."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The man smiled indulgently at his son and stopped the carriage.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How much will you take for your goat, my boy?" he asked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't want to sell him," replied Caspar. "He's my goat -and I like him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just then Billy tossed his fine head and pranced, daintily -lifting his feet.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"See how graceful he is!" exclaimed the boy. "Do buy him, papa!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'll give you ten dollars for him," said the gentleman, pulling -out his pocketbook.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Caspar caught his breath. He knew the value of an American -dollar, and ten dollars was equal to more than forty German marks. -It was a great lot of money, too much for a poor boy to refuse. -Caspar drew a long sigh and began to slowly unhitch his goat. The -driver of the carriage threw him a strap, and with this he tied Billy -to the rear axle of the carriage.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Fleabite, as soon as Billy was safely tied, began to caper with -joy and to snap at Billy's heels, but Caspar, when the man had paid -him his money, grabbed Fleabite and hitched him to the cart. Then -he ran up and patted Billy affectionately on the flanks, and the -carriage drove away, with Billy following gladly behind in the dust.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Down the village street the carriage rolled until it came to a -quaint little Swiss inn, where it turned through a wide gateway that -led into a brick-paved courtyard. Here Billy was unfastened from -the carriage by a servant and led back of the inn, where he was tied -by the strap to a post, while Mr. Brown and his son Frank went to -their mid-day meal. Billy didn't like to be tied; he was not used -to it, so he began to chew his strap in two. It was very tough leather -but Billy's teeth were very sharp and strong, and he had it about half -gnawed through when a little, lean waiter came from the kitchen -across the courtyard, carrying, high up over his head, a great big -tray piled with dishes of food. The waiter saw Billy gnawing -his strap in two and thought that he ought to keep him from it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Stop that, you hammer-headed goat!" he cried and gave Billy -a kick.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was not going to stand anything like that, so he gave a -mighty jump and the strap parted where he had been gnawing upon -it. As soon as the lean waiter saw this he started to run, but, with -the heavy tray he was carrying, he could not run very fast and he -looked most comical with his apron flopping out behind him and his -legs going almost straight up and down in his effort to run and to -balance the tray at the same time.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy pulled the strap in two, the jerk of it sent him head -over heels and by the time he had scrambled to his feet again the -waiter was half way to the back door of the inn. The fat cook, who -was looking out of the door of the summer kitchen, saw Billy start for -the waiter and he started after the goat, but he got there too late, -for the goat caught up with the lean waiter in about three leaps and -with a loud "baah!" sent him sprawling. The big tray of dishes -came down with a crash and a clatter, and meats, vegetables, gravies -and relishes, together with broken dishes, were scattered all over -the fellow who had kicked Billy, all over the clean scrubbed bricks, -spattered up against the walls and into the long rows of geraniums -that grew in a wooden trough at the end of the house.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy turned and was about to trot back when he saw the fat cook -coming just behind him, so he ran right on across the little waiter, -through the mess and to the back door. Crossing the winter kitchen -he found a big, rosy-cheeked girl standing in his way and made a -dive at her. With a scream she jumped and Billy's horns caught -in her bright, red-checked apron, which jerked loose. With this -streaming along his back, he dashed on into a long hall, and there at -the far door whom did he see, just starting into the dining-room, but -his old enemy, fat Hans Zug, who had that morning whipped Billy's -mother and himself. Billy stood up on his hind feet for a second -and shook his head at Hans, and then he started for him. Hans saw -him coming.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Thunder weather!" he cried, and ran on through the door.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He tried to shut the door behind him but he was not in time, -for Billy butted against it and threw it open right out of Hans Zug's -hand. The long room into which Hans had hurried was the -dining-room, and here were seated, around a long table, a number of -ladies and gentlemen, among them Mr. and Mrs. Brown and their -son Frank, waiting for the dinner that now lay scattered around the -courtyard. Everybody looked up, startled, when Hans came bursting -through the door closely followed by an angry goat with a -red-checked apron streaming from his horns. A great many of the -men jumped up and scraped their chairs back, adding to the -confusion, and a great many of the ladies screamed. Hans, not -knowing what to do, started to run around and around the table with -Billy close behind him and the fat cook close after Billy. Billy -would easily have caught Hans except that every once in a while -Hans would upset a chair in the goat's road and Billy would have to -jump over the chair. Sometimes the fat cook would almost catch -Billy and finally did succeed in catching the apron. When it came -loose in his hand he did not know what to do with it. He started -to throw it down, he started to stuff it in his pocket, he started to mop -his perspiring face with it, and at last he threw it around his neck -and tied the strings in front to get rid of it, then once more he chased -after Billy, with the red apron flopping out behind him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At last he grabbed Billy by the tail just as he was going to jump -over the chair, and held on tightly, but Billy's jump had been too -strong for him and the fat cook stumbled head over heels. Jumping -up the angry cook ran until he again caught the goat, and this time -he fell on top of Billy and then both rolled over and over on the -floor.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ugh!" grunted the fat cook. "Beast animal!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy jumped up in such a hurry that he simply danced on the -fat cook's stomach. While Billy was doing this, Hans had stopped -for a minute to mop his face and to look wildly around for some -way to escape. Around and around, around and around the two -raced, poor Hans puffing and blowing and his face getting redder -and redder every minute with the chase.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Some men had been calsomining the wooden ceiling of the -dining-room, but they had quit during meal time. At one end of the -room stood two step-ladders with some long boards resting across -them, and on these were a number of buckets of green calsomine. -Hans had tried to get out through the doorway, but there were too -many people crowded into it and he knew that if he got into that -crowd Billy would surely catch him, but now he saw the step-ladders, -and running to one of them started to climb up. Billy, however, -was through with the cook and had taken after Hans again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Hans, being so fat, was very slow in climbing a step-ladder, and -he had only puffed his way up one step when Billy tried to help him -up a little farther with his head and horns after a big running jump. -Smash! went the step-ladders. Crash! went the long boards. The -buckets of green calsomine flew everywhere. One of them tumbled -down right over Hans' head like a hat that was a couple of sizes too -large for him, and the green paint ran all over his face, down his -neck and over his clothes. Another bucket of it landed in the -middle of the dining-room table, splashing and splattering all over the -clean cloth and over everybody who sat around it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy, having done more damage than a dozen ordinary goats -could hope to do in a lifetime, now made for the door, and the -people there scattered very quickly to let him through. Billy himself -had received his share of the green calsomine and he was a queer -looking sight as he darted out and went flying up the street, with an -enemy after him in the shape of the fat cook, who had grabbed down -a shot-gun from where it hung over the mantlepiece in the dining-room -and had started out after him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The cook was mad clear through and he was going to kill that -goat. Frank, however, was close after the cook, and being able to -run much the faster, soon caught up with him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wait!" he panted, tugging at the tail of the cook's white jacket. -"Wait! That's my goat!" he cried. "Don't you kill my goat!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Away with you, nuisance!" cried the cook, jerking loose from -Frank and at the same time pushing him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frank fell over backwards, although it did not hurt him, and -while he was getting to his feet the cook took careful aim at the -flying goat and pulled the trigger.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-burgomaster-is-bumped"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER IV</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">THE BURGOMASTER IS BUMPED</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="B" src="images/img-cap4.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>illy Mischief was lucky. In his excitement the fat -cook had forgotten that the shotgun had not been loaded -for five years. The cook was so angry that he nearly -burst a blood vessel. Grabbing the gun by the barrel, -he jammed it, as he thought, butt end on the ground. Instead of -that, however, he struck his broad foot a mighty thump.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Thunder and hailstones!" he screamed, and jerking his foot -up he began to hop along on the other leg, making the most ridiculous -faces while he did it. In spite of the pain that the gun must have -caused the cook, Frank could not help but laugh, and he forgot all -his anger at the push the man had given him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's the matter?" asked Frank when he could catch his -breath. "Does it hurt?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The cook did not understand English but he felt that Frank -was poking fun at him, and stopped his dance long enough to shake -his fist at Frank. He wanted to say something very sharp and -cutting to the boy, but he could not think of anything strong enough, -so, after drawing his breath hard two or three times and screwing -up his mouth with pain, he turned the gun muzzle end down, and, -using it for a crutch, swung along back to the inn, muttering and -mumbling all the way.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frank laughed so hard that he had to sit down at the edge of the -sidewalk a moment to hold his sides, but all at once he thought of -his goat. There it was, going up the street, and although little more -than a green and white speck now, Frank bravely took after it. -He probably never would have caught it except that Billy, also -being tired and feeling himself free from pursuit, stopped before a -big house set well back from the street, on a wide, fine lawn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now the house in front of which he had stopped was the residence -of the burgomaster, or mayor of the village, a very pompous -fellow who thought a great deal of his own importance, and in the -center of his lawn he had a fountain of which he was very proud. -The water in the base of the fountain was clear as crystal and it -looked very cool and inviting to Billy after his dusty run, and, -besides, the paint on his back felt sticky. Without wasting any time -about it, Billy trotted up across the nice lawn and jumped into the -fountain for a bath, just as the burgomaster came out of his front -door with his stout cane in his hand.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Pig of a goat!" cried the burgomaster, hurrying down the walk -and across the lawn. "Out with him! Police!" and he drew a -little silver whistle from his pocket, whistling loudly upon it; then, -shaking his cane in the air, he ran up to the edge of the fountain, -the waters of which were turned a bright green by this time. Billy -saw him coming, but, instead of jumping out of the fountain and -running away, he merely splashed around to the far side of the -basin. The burgomaster ran to that side of the fountain but Billy -simply splashed around out of his reach. Then the burgomaster, -up on the stone coping of the fountain, began to run around and -around after Billy, the goat keeping just out of his reach and the -burgomaster trying to strike him with the cane. At last, after an -especially hard blow, the burgomaster went plunging headlong into -the green water of the basin, where he floundered about like a cow -in a bath tub.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy jumped on him and used him as a stepping stone out of the -basin, running back to the street just as Frank and a stupid looking -policeman came running up from different directions. At first the -policeman was going to arrest the goat, but Frank pointed to where -the burgomaster was still flopping around in the fountain and the -policeman ran to help the burgomaster, who was now dyed a beautiful -green, face and hands and clothes, while Frank took Billy by -one horn and raced back down the street with him. This was what -Billy liked. He was a young goat, and, like other young animals, -was playful, and he thought that Frank's racing with him was good -fun, so he went along willingly enough, and when Frank let go of -his horn, he galloped along beside his young master very contentedly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frank ran back to the hotel with his goat as fast as he could go, -but when they drew near he saw a large crowd out in front and -their carriage waiting for them, with the horses hitched and the -driver sitting up in front. Mrs. Brown was in the carriage and -Frank's father was in front of the crowd handing out money, first to -one and then to the other. When Frank and his goat came up his -father looked at the goat very sternly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"See all the trouble that animal has made us!" he said. "I -have had to pay out in damages nearly every cent of cash I have with -me, and as there is no bank in this little village, my letter of credit -is worth nothing here. We must hurry on to Bern as fast as we can, -and I want you to leave that goat behind you. We can't bother with -him any more. Come on and get in."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"But, father," explained Frank, "the goat did not know what -he was doing."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It does not matter," replied Mr. Brown. "There's no telling -what kind of mischief he will get into next."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"But, father," again urged Frank, "if you've had to pay out -all that money for him you might as well have the goat. There is -no use of losing the goat and money, too."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Get in the carriage," said Mr. Brown, sharply.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"But, father—" again Frank began to argue. This time, however, -Mr. Brown cut him short, and, picking him up, put him into -the carriage with a not very gentle hand. Then, climbing in -himself, he ordered the driver to start.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy had taken his place back where he had been tied the other -time, and he was surprised to find the carriage moving on without -him. The cook, seeing that the goat was to be left behind, started -forward to give the animal a kick, but Billy was too quick for him. -Wheeling, he suddenly ran between the cook's legs and doubled him -over. Just behind the cook stood Hans Zug, and as Billy wriggled -out sideways from beneath the cook's feet, the cook tumbled back -against Hans and both of them went to the ground. Billy stood -and shook his head for a moment as if to double them up again -before they got to their feet, but the sight of the retreating carriage -made him change his mind and he ran after it with Hans and the -fat cook chasing him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The carriage was not going very rapidly, and Billy, after he -had caught up with it, merely trotted along back of the rear axle, -so that when the carriage passed the burgomaster's house, Hans and -the cook were not very far behind. They were bound to catch that -goat and punish him for what he had done, although it is very likely -that before they got through they would have sold him and kept the -money. The burgomaster was still out in front, fretting and fuming, -but the stupid policeman was gone. He had been sent down to the -hotel to arrest the foreign boy and his goat, and he was too stupid -to notice them, even with Hans and the cook paddling along behind. -He had nothing in his mind but the hotel to which he had been sent. -The burgomaster, however, recognized the green-tinted goat as soon -as he saw him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There he goes!" cried the burgomaster. "Brute beast of a -goat! Halt, I say!" Blowing his little whistle, he, too, so filled -with anger that it made him puff up like a toad, started out after the -carriage; and there they ran, the three clumsy-looking fat men, one -after the other, puffing and panting and blowing, just out of reach -of the goat.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 98%" id="figure-241"> -<span id="there-they-ran-the-three-clumsy-looking-fat-men"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="There they ran, the three clumsy-looking fat men." src="images/img-044.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">There they ran, the three clumsy-looking fat men.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. and Mrs. Brown and Frank were too intent on getting up -the steep street and out of the town to notice what was going on -behind them, but just now they came to the top of the hill and began -to go down the gentle slope on the other side. The driver whipped -up his horses, the goat also increased his pace, and away they went. -The cook, seeing that the goat was about to escape, made a lunge, -thinking that he could grab it by the tail or the hind legs, but as he -did so his feet caught on a stone and over he went. Hans Zug, being -right behind him, tumbled over him, and the fat burgomaster -tumbled over both of them. The burgomaster was so angry that he -felt he surely must throw somebody into jail, so, as soon as he could -get his breath, he grabbed Hans Zug by the collar with one hand -and the cook with the other.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 76%" id="figure-242"> -<span id="billy-saw-him-coming-and-splashed-around-to-the-far-side-of-the-fountain"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="BILLY SAW HIM COMING, SPLASHED AROUND TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE FOUNTAIN." src="images/img-044a.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">BILLY SAW HIM COMING, SPLASHED AROUND TO THE FAR SIDE OF THE FOUNTAIN.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I arrest you in the name of Canton Bern for obstructing a high -officer!" he exclaimed, and the stupid policeman running up just -then, he turned poor Hans and the cook over to him and sent them -to jail.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All the hot, dusty afternoon Billy followed Mr. Brown's carriage, -now up hill and now down hill, without ever showing himself -to them. Whenever he thought of straying off into the pleasant -grassy valleys and striking out into the world for himself again, he -remembered that the Browns were going to America and that if he -went with them he might see his mother again. He did not know, -of course, that America was such a large place, so, while now and -then he stopped at the roadside to nibble a mouthful of grass or -stopped when they crossed a stream to get a drink of water, he never -lost sight of them, but when he found himself getting too far behind, -scampered on and overtook them.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-243"> -<span id="billy-followed-mr-brown-s-carriage"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Billy followed Mr. Brown's carriage." src="images/img-045.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Billy followed Mr. Brown's carriage.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was not until nightfall that the carriage rolled into the city -of Bern. Billy had never seen so large a city before and the -rumbling of many wagons and carriages, the passing of the many people -on the streets and the hundreds of lights confused and surprised him. -He was not half so surprised at this, however, as Mr. and Mrs. Brown -and Frank were to find Billy behind their carriage when they -stopped in front of a large, handsome hotel. Frank was the first -one to discover him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, see, papa!" he cried. "My Billy followed us all the way -from the village; so now I do get to keep him, don't I?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Brown smiled and gave up.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'm afraid he's an expensive goat, Frank," was all he said, and -then he gave Billy in charge of one of the porters who had crowded -around the carriage.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wash the paint from this goat and lock him up some place for -the night where he can't do any damage," he directed the porter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was glad enough to have the dry green paint scrubbed off -his back and he willingly went with the porter to a clean little -basement room, where he got a good scrubbing. Then the porter went -into another room and brought him out some nice carrots with green -tops still on them, and, leaving a basin of water for him to drink, -went out and closed the door carefully after him. Billy liked the -carrots, but he did not like to be shut up in a dark room, so he soon -went all around the walls trying to find a way out. There was no -way except the two doors and a high, dim window. He tried to butt -the doors down but they were of solid, heavy oak, and he could not -do it. In a few minutes, however the porter came back for his keys, -and the moment he opened the door Billy seized his chance. -Gathering his legs under him for a big jump, he rushed between the -man's legs and dashed up the stairs, out through the narrow courtyard -and on the street. The porter, as soon as he could get to his -feet, rushed out after him, but Billy was nowhere in sight and the -poor porter did not know what to do. He did not dare to go back -and tell Mr. Brown that the goat had gotten loose, because he would -be charged with carelessness.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In the meantime Billy had galloped up the street and turned -first one corner and then another, until he came to a street much -wider and brighter and busier than any of the others. By this time -first one boy and then another and then another had followed him, -until now there was a big crowd of them running after him and -shouting at the top of their lungs.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A large dog that a lady was leading along the sidewalk by a -strap broke away from his mistress as soon as he saw Billy and ran -out to bark at him. Billy lowered his head and shook it at the dog. -The dog began to circle round him closer and closer, barking loudly -all the while. A man driving a big dray stopped to watch them; -the boys crowded round in a big ring; men came from the sidewalks -and joined the crowd; a carriage had to stop just behind the -dray, then another; a wagon coming from the other direction could -not get through; and presently the street was filled from sidewalk -to sidewalk, the whole length of the block, with a big crowd of -people and a jam of vehicles of all kinds. Policemen tried to push -their way through the crowd and tried to get the blockade loosened -and moving on, but their time was wasted.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In the meantime Billy was turning around and around where -he stood, always facing the dog which now began to dart in with a -snap of his teeth and dart away again, trying to get a hold on Billy. -The goat was too quick, however, and dodged every time the dog -made a snap. He was waiting for his chance and at last it came. -The dog, in jumping away from one of his snaps, turned his body -for a moment sideways to the goat and in that moment Billy gathered -himself up and made a spring, hitting the dog square in the side -and sending him over against the crowd. Billy followed like a -little white streak of lightning and, before the dog could get on -his feet, had butted him again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Such a howling and yelling as there was among that side of the -crowd; Billy and the dog were now among them and they could -not scatter much for there were too many people packed solidly -behind them. The dog yelped as Billy butted him and began to -run around and around the circle with Billy right after him. After -they had made two or three circles, Billy overtook the dog and, -giving him one more good one, jumped between the legs of the -crowd and wriggled his way through among carriages and wagons, -under horses and between wheels, until at last he was free from the -crowd.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Nobody at the outer edge noticed him getting away because -they did not know what the excitement was and they were all pressing -forward to see. Just as he left, somebody who could not understand -what else could make such excitement cried, "Fire!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The cry was taken up, and that made still more confusion. -People began pouring into that block from every direction. More -wagons and carriages came. Some one had turned in a fire alarm, -and presently here came the fire engines from three or four directions -at once, clanging and clattering their way to this crowded block. -The city of Bern had never known so much excitement.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-wooden-goat"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER V</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">THE WOODEN GOAT</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="B" src="images/img-cap5.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>illy trotted contentedly on, liking all the noise and -hubbub very much but not knowing that he was the -cause of it all. Blocks away he could hear their shouting, -but he did not care to go back there, for all of that. -He was finding a great many things to interest him in the shop -windows, which were all brilliantly lighted. Before one of these low -windows he suddenly stopped. There, just inside the show window, -was a big, brown goat. Billy did not know it, but this was a wooden -goat, poised on its hind feet and ready to make a spring to butt -somebody. The Swiss woodcarvers are the finest in the world, and they -carve animals so naturally that one would think they were alive. -If even human beings can be fooled, there was very good excuse for -Billy's believing this to be a real, live goat, particularly as it had -very natural looking glass eyes; besides, its head was separate and -was cunningly arranged to shake a little bit from side to side.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now it is a deadly insult for one Billy goat to stand on his -hind legs and wag his head at another one. Billy Mischief for one -was not going to take such insults as that, even though the goat that -gave it to him was much larger and older than himself, so he backed -off into the middle of the street and gave a great run and jump. -Crash! went the fine plate-glass window! The sharp edges of the -glass cut Billy somewhat and stopped him so that he landed just -inside the window glass. The other goat was right in front of him, -still insultingly wagging its -flowing beard at him so Billy gave -one more spring from where he -stood and knocked that goat -sixteen ways for Sunday. It was -the hardest headed goat that -Billy had ever fought, and its -sharp nose hurt his head -considerably, almost stunning him, in -fact, so that he stood blinking -his eyes until the people in -the store had come running -up and surrounded the show window.</span></p> -<div class="align-left auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 85%" id="figure-244"> -<span id="gave-a-great-run-and-jump"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Gave a great run and jump." src="images/img-052.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Gave a great run and jump.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was still dazed -when the manager of the store, a -nervous little man with a bald head, hit him a sharp crack across the -nose with a board. The pain brought the tears to Billy's eyes and -still further dazed him. The manager hit him another crack but this -time on the horns, and that woke Billy up. He looked back at the -broken window through which he had just come but the crowd had -quickly gathered there. There were less people inside, so suddenly -gathering his legs under him, he gave a spring and went clear over the -manager, kicking him with his sharp hind hoofs upon the bald -head as he went over. The place was a delicatessen store and Billy -landed in a big tub of pickles. He did not care much for pickles -anyhow, so he quickly scrambled out of them, knocked over three -tall glass jars that stood on a low bench, and turned over big cakes -of fine cheese. The manager was right after him with the board and -hit him two or three thumps with it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was just about to turn around and go for the little -bald-headed man when he noticed at the far end of the store a round, -plump man with his back turned to him. There seemed something -familiar about his figure and the cut of his short little coat, and it -flashed across Billy at once that here was his old enemy Hans Zug.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Paying no attention to the manager and his little board, he -dashed headlong down the store for the plump man. Just as Billy -had almost reached him, the man turned around. It was not Hans -Zug after all, but Billy was going too fast to stop now. Anyhow, -ever since he had known Hans he had taken a dislike to all fat men, -so he dashed straight ahead. The man darted behind the counter -and ran up the aisle, Billy close after him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>There never was a fat man in the world who ran so fast as this -one. Everybody had cleared out of the aisle behind the counter -to make room for them. Nobody wanted to get in the way of -that heavy man and the hard headed goat. The man stepped upon -a pail of fish, overturning it, jumped upon the counter and was -over in the center aisle, Billy right after him. Everybody in the -store was packed in the center aisle, together with a lot who had -come in from the outside when the excitement began, and they all -made way for the fat man and for Billy. Women were screaming -and men were shouting and laughing. The manager was still right -after Billy with his little board and thumping him every now and -then on the back, but Billy scarcely knew it, so interested was he in -giving the fat man one for Hans Zug.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The man headed straight up the middle aisle for the door, but, -looking over his shoulder, he found that Billy would overtake him -before he got there, so he sprang over another counter, upsetting a -pair of scales and some tall, open jars of fine olives. Billy was still -right after him but this time the man fooled him by jumping back -over the counter. Billy followed up that aisle to the end where -he turned into the crowd, just as the fat man went out on the street. -Here he upset two ladies and a policeman who was just coming in, -and then took after the man who looked like Hans. He was flying -down the street as fast as he could go. After Billy came the manager -of the store and two of his clerks, and all of the boys that had -congregated on the sidewalk.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Pell-mell they went, a howling, yelling mob, with the fat man -and Billy in the lead. The man by this time was puffing like a -steam engine and the sweat was pouring from his face in streams. -His collar was wilted like a dish rag. He had lost his hat and one -of his cuffs, and he could hardly get his breath.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Policemen, by this time, were coming running from every direction -and one of them, who turned off a side street just then, -thinking the fat man must be a thief, got right in his road and opened up -his arms. The fat man, who had scarcely any strength left, fell -right against the policeman who was also a very heavy fellow, and -just at that time Billy overtook them and gave the man he was -chasing all that was coming to Hans Zug. Down in a pile together -went the fat man and the policeman. The policeman had not seen -the goat and for a moment imagined that the fat man had jumped -upon him and was trying to overpower him, so he pulled out his -club and, though he was underneath, began, in a way that was -comical, to try to pound the fat man.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>They lay there, a struggling, wriggling mass, the policeman -with his short arms trying to reach around the big round man on -top of him in order to hit him some place. Billy Mischief had -stopped and backed up to give his fallen enemy another bump, and -was just in the air after his spring when the manager of the store -caught his hind leg, and he also was dragged on top of the struggling -two on the ground. The manager held to Billy's leg, however, and -the crowd which had been following them closely now crowded -around them. The manager scrambled to his feet, still holding the -kicking Billy by the hind leg, and it would, probably have been all -up with the goat if a big, strong man had not at that moment come -up and putting his great arms around Billy, jerked him loose. Billy -squirmed and struggled, but it was no use. The big man held him -tightly and began to run. The store manager got to his feet and -started after them, followed by his two clerks, but the big strong -fellow who was carrying Billy darted down an alley, then through -another alley, and before the pursuers could see where they had -gone, the man darted through the back gate of a high board fence -with Billy, closed the gate after him, ran along the side of a great -building which was blazing with lights, ran down some cellar steps, -opened the door, went in, closed it after him, turned on a light and -set Billy down.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"There, you fool goat!" exclaimed the man. "I'll wash the -blood off of you and nobody will know that you have been out."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The big man was the porter and he had brought Billy back to -the little basement room under the hotel. So ended Billy's first night -in a big city.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All that night, all the next day and night, and all the -following day, Billy was cooped up in that little basement room with -no chance to get out, and with only Frank Brown and the porter -to visit him twice a day. How he did fret. The porter kept him -well fed and saw that he had good bedding and plenty of water, -but he gave Billy no more chances to escape and see the city. He -watched carefully as he opened and closed the door that the goat -should not again scramble between his legs or butt him over. On -the third evening, however, the porter forgot to completely close the -door which led into the other part of the basement, and you may be -sure that Billy lost no time in finding out what was in there. The -room next to his led up into the kitchen and it was stocked with -vegetables and all sorts of kitchen stores.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was not very hungry, but he nibbled at everything as he -went along, pulling the vegetables out of place, upsetting a barrel -half filled with flour in his attempt to see what was in it and working -the faucet out of a barrel of syrup in his efforts to get at the sweet -stuff which clung to it. Licking up all of the syrup that he cared -for, Billy went on to investigate another barrel which lay on its side -not far away, and knocked the faucet out of it. This, however, -proved to be wine and he did not like the taste of it at all, so he -trotted on out of the store-room into the laundry, leaving the two -barrels to run to waste.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 99%" id="figure-245"> -<span id="pulling-the-vegetables-out-of-place"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Pulling the vegetables out of place." src="images/img-058.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Pulling the vegetables out of place.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Everybody in the laundry had gone up into the servants' hall -for their suppers, and the coast was clear for Billy. They had just -finished ironing, and dainty white clothes lay everywhere. From -a big pile of them that lay on a table, a lace skirt hung down, and -Billy took a nibble at it just to find out what it was. The starch -in it tasted pretty good, so he chewed at the lace, pulling and tugging -to get it within easier reach, until at last he pulled the whole pile -off the table on the dirty floor.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Hearing some steps then, he scampered out through the storeroom -and into another large room where stood a big, brass-trimmed -machine which he did not at all understand. It was a dynamo, -which was run by a big engine in the adjoining engine-room, and it -furnished the electric lights for the hotel. Two big wires ran from -it, heavily coated with shellac and rubber and tightly-wound tape -to keep them from touching metal things and losing their electricity. -These crossed the basement room to the further wall, where they -distributed the electric current to many smaller cables.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy sniffed at the two big cables at a point where they were -very near together. They had a peculiar odor and Billy tasted -them. He scarcely knew whether he liked the taste or not, but he -kept on nibbling to find out, nipping and tearing with his sharp -teeth until he had got down to the big copper wire on both cables; -then he decided that he did not care very much for that kind of -food and walked away. It was not yet dark enough for the dynamo -to be started, or Billy might have had a shock that would have -killed him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Hunting further, he found over in a dark corner a nice bed -which belonged to the engineer, and it looked so inviting that Billy -curled up there for a sleep. When he awoke it was nearly midnight -and there was a blaze of light in the basement. There was a strange -whir of machinery and he could hear anxious voices. Billy, of -course, did not know that he had been the cause of it but this is what -had happened:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When the electric current passes through a wire, the wire becomes -slightly heated and stretches a little bit. In stretching, the -two cables where he had chewed them bare, came near enough -together to touch each other once in a while, and that made the -lights all over the big building wink, that is, almost go out for a -second, and the engineer was very much worried about it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>What interested Billy more, however, was a small, wire-screened -room that stood near to him. Presently a big cage, brightly lighted, -came down in it with a man and a boy. It stopped when it got down -into the basement, when the man and the boy stepped out, going -down into the engineer's room. They were the proprietor of the -hotel and his elevator boy. Billy, as curious as any boy could have -been, walked into the little cage to see what it was like. The sides of -it were padded with leather, there were mirrors in it that made it -a place of light, and there was a seat at the back end of it. At the -front side near the door a big cable passed up through it, and to this -the boy who ran it had left hanging a leather pad with which he -gripped the cable. Billy could barely reach it with his teeth and -he pulled sharply on it. It would not come away so he hung his -weight on it, and immediately the cage began to go up. Billy -was in an elevator and he was taking a ride all by himself. It -never stopped until it reached the top floor where a safety catch -caught it. Luckily the door on the top floor had not been carefully -closed, and Billy was able to slide it open with his horns and walk -out into a narrow hall which had a thick velvet carpet upon it and -from which opened many doors and other halls.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 75%" id="figure-246"> -<span id="billy-felt-his-courage-coming-back"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="BILLY FELT HIS COURAGE COMING BACK." src="images/img-060.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">BILLY FELT HIS COURAGE COMING BACK.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy trotted along this hallway, liking the soft feel of the -carpet underneath his feet. As he did so, all the lights about the -building went out and everything was dark. The cables in the cellar had -at last settled down so that they lay square across each other where -Billy had chewed the covering off, thus making all the electric -current which ran out of the machine on the one side come right back -into it on the other, with the result of burning out the dynamo so -that there could be no more lights from it that night. This did not -worry Billy any. Light came in from the street at the far end of the -hall where some white lace curtains fluttered in the breeze. It -worried a great many people who were still awake in their rooms, -however, and of course they opened their doors to see about it.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By this time Billy had reached the curtains and took a nibble -at one of them, and, found that it was finished with the same starch, -the taste of which he had liked so much in the laundry. He wanted -it down where he could get a good bunch of it in his mouth, so he -pulled hard, raising up on his hind feet and throwing his weight -upon it. The curtain gave way at the top but it was not so -convenient as he had expected, for the long, wide curtain came right -down over his back. He tried to get out from under it and his horns -ran through the open work. He tried to turn round and his hind -feet ran through other open work places. He tried to back out of -it and his forefeet got tangled in some more of it. The more he -tried to get loose from his starched meal, the more tangled up he -got, and at last, growing angry, he began to jump as high in the air -as he could.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In the half darkness, he was a great white figure with a long -trailing white robe behind him, and the first woman he met in the -hall screamed like a steam calliope. Of course her screams brought -others out into the hall and everybody, even the men, began to run -when they saw this jumping white ghost coming toward them, every -once in a while letting out a loud "baah!" Many ladies were so -frightened that when they came to their doors, instead of running -into their rooms, they started down the hall ahead of Billy, shrieking -and screaming at the top of their voices.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The noise only confused Billy the more. The more confused -he grew, the harder he jumped and struggled to get out of the curtain, -until at the very end of the hall, he came to a stairway and went -down it head over heels to the next floor.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Here things were even worse than they had been on the top -floor, for by this time the hubbub above them had brought everybody -out of their rooms, and the crowd was already there. As soon as -Billy scampered to his feet after his tumble and made another jump -high into the air, they too began running and screaming.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy now had gotten into a series of halls that ran the whole -length of the building and had a stairway at each end, so now he -jumped and struggled his way along until he came to a stairway, -tumbled down it, jumped back through another hall full of screaming -people to another stairway, and so on until he reached the ground -floor. Here the stairway opened into the great, marble-paved, main -corridor of the hotel. This was just now thronged with men, all -wanting to know why the lights were out and what all the uproar was -about. Through these men Billy dashed like a hurricane, having -now torn the curtains enough to let his legs have some action. One -big fellow whom he upset fell on the long trailing end of the curtain, -and the shock nearly tore Billy's horns loose from his head, but the -curtain pulled in two and at last Billy was free except for a few -stray shreds and small pieces that still clung to his legs and horns.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Now he could see where he was going, and, darting out of -the side door, he ran back to where he remembered the cellar steps -into the porter's room to be. The door was wide open and inside he -found his friend, the porter, with a lantern, looking for him. The -porter saw at once from the shreds of curtain that Billy had been into -mischief again, but as before, he was afraid to say anything about it -for fear somebody would find out that he had left the door of the -store-room open, so he simply took the shreds of lace curtain off of -Billy to carry away with him, and fixed Billy's bed nicely for the -night.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Bet you came from the Bad Place sure, goat-beast," said the -porter, shaking his head.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-celebration-with-fireworks"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER VI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">A CELEBRATION WITH FIREWORKS</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="T" src="images/img-cap6.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>he next morning, bright and early, the porter came -down to Billy's room with a queer looking box made of -heavy slats. One side of the box was off and the porter -carried it in his hand. Setting the box down with the -open side towards Billy, the porter put an extra bunch of carrots in -it, and Billy, never having seen anything like this before, walked -right in and began to eat his breakfast, upon which the porter quickly -slapped on the side of the box and nailed it tight. Billy did not -realize that he was trapped until the porter and another man whom -he called lifted the box and began to carry it up the stairs. Then -Billy was angry in earnest. He jumped and jerked as much as he -could and nearly threw the men down-stairs by his bouncing. As -soon as they got up on the level ground, however, the porter and -the other man began to shake the crate as hard as they could, so -that, in place of Billy doing the bouncing, he was being bounced -until he had plenty of it and was glad to lie down on the floor of -the crate and hold still, while he was being carried to a big dray that -stood in waiting.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>While it was being loaded on the dray, Mr. Brown and Frank -came out in the courtyard to see him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Isn't he a beauty, papa?" said Frank. "And he behaves himself -so nicely, too. I've been down to see him every other day -and he's just as nice and quiet as he can be."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know," said his father, shaking his head. "I don't -believe that a goat able to stir up as much trouble as he did back in -the village where we bought him will be anything but a scamp goat -to the end of his days. I'm really sorry that I bought him. It's -going to cost a lot of money, too, to send him by express from here -to Havre and to pay his passage over to America. I have a big -notion to turn him loose."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy heard that he was frightened, and, turning his -solemn eyes around to Mr. Brown, he "baahed" as pitifully as he -could.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just hear that, papa," said Frank, "he wants to go with us. He -likes us."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, very well," said Mr. Brown. "But come, we must hurry -up. We have only a few minutes to make our train."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As soon as Mr. Brown and Frank had walked away, the driver -of the wagon cracked his whip, the horses started up, and Billy -was rapidly taken to the depot. Here he was loaded into an express -car, and in a few moments more was headed toward France at as -swift a pace as the engine could pull the train. The express messenger -in the car, as soon as his work was done, lit a short black pipe -and commenced teasing Billy. Reaching his hand between the slats, -he suddenly poked Billy in the ribs, and Billy, already nervous from -the rapid motion, jumped straight up off his forefeet. Of course -his horns hit the top of the box and pained him. The man laughed -at the funny motion and poked the goat again. This time, Billy, -afraid to jump up, merely danced, and the man laughed aloud. -Again and again he repeated his trick until the goat was nearly -frantic. Billy tried to burst out the side of his cage so that he could -get at the man, but the crate was too stout for him to do it any -damage and he only hurt himself by trying, so after a while he gave it up.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At the next stop they made, however, the express agent, while -he was taking on the parcels, slammed a heavy box on top of the -crate. Billy heard the timbers crack and felt the box giving -end-wise a trifle. For a moment he was afraid that the heavy box would -break down his crate and squeeze him flat underneath it, but as soon -as the train had started again the messenger moved the box into the far -end of the car and Billy was delighted to find that at last the boards on -one side of his prison were loosened. The messenger had laid aside -his glowing pipe at this stop, but now he took it up again, although -smoking was against the rules, and came over to tease Billy. He had -no more than thrust his hand through than Billy lurched his body -sideways as hard as he could against the boards, and out he tumbled.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He was on his feet as quick as a cat and made a jump at the -man. The express agent dodged him and ran to the far end of the -car, hunting wildly for something with which he might strike the -angry goat. Billy was up to him before he had time to find anything, -however, and chased him from one end of the car to the other. -At last the man stopped in front of the big -box that he had taken on at the -last station, and waited for -Billy to jump -for him. When Billy jumped, he -sprang aside and let the goat plunge -head first into the side of the box, -breaking open one of the boards and hurting his head considerably. -By this time the man was at the other end of the car and laughing. -Billy ran after him again, but this time he knew the man's ways. -When he started to dodge back from the other end of the car, Billy -also turned like a flash and was right after him. This time he got -him and gave him a bump that sent the man sprawling headlong on -the floor. As the man went down, his arm gave a jerk and his -lighted pipe went through the hole that Billy had butted in the big -box.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-247"> -<span id="dodged-him-and-ran-to-the-far-end-of-the-car"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Dodged him and ran to the far end of the car." src="images/img-068.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Dodged him and ran to the far end of the car.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>The man was just scrambling to his feet when a big, blue ball -of fire shot out of the side of the box and scooted along his back. -Billy had wheeled to give the man another dose of his medicine, -but just then a big ball of red fire hit him in the side and he, too, -tried to hunt a corner. The box was full of fireworks that was being -shipped for a lawn fete, and for the next few minutes there was the -most exciting time that ever happened inside of an express car going -at full speed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Skyrockets and Roman candles, whistling bombs and silver -fountains, flower-pots and pin-wheels filled the air, spitting and -spluttering, popping about from one end of the car to the other, -bouncing first off of the man and then off the goat. No place was -safe. The side of the box was soon burst open by the force of the -explosions, and the fireworks came tumbling out at greater speed -than ever.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Both Billy and the express agent were hit until they were bruised -and burned and sore all over. Billy had a great deal of his hair -singed off and the express agent's face was as black as a coal-miner's. -The smoke became so thick that they could scarcely see, and it -smarted and blinded their eyes until the express agent thought to -open the side doors when the rapidly rushing wind swept in and -carried away most of the smoke.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Luckily the car did not catch fire, though some of the goods -that were being expressed did. The agent had a pail of drinking -water in the car and as soon as the fireworks were nearly burned out -he ran around from one place to another using his water sparingly -and beating out the fire wherever he could.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy, too, seemed to know that burning things were dangerous, -for when a bundle of rugs began to smoulder he jumped on the -burning places and stamped them with his feet until the fire was -beaten out. The express agent saw him at this and he at once forgot -his anger at the goat. Billy went scampering around after that, -stamping out fire wherever he could find a coal. After all danger -was passed and the express man had tidied up his car, he sat down -puffing and looked at Billy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, Mr. Goat," said he, "we've had a busy time of it and I -guess we'd better be friends. Don't you tell on me and I won't tell -on you. I don't want to let anybody know that I was smoking a -pipe anyhow. It's against the rules of the company."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Baah!" said Billy, and that's all the talk they had about it. -After that they had no further trouble except that the express agent -tried to coax Billy back into his crate, but had to give it up as a bad -job.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was night when the train bearing Billy Mischief drew into -Paris. Billy could not be coaxed or driven back into his cage, so, -when the train stopped, the express messenger had another man come -in to help him. Between them they managed, after a hard struggle, -to get Billy in the crate, but as they were trying to fasten the -lid on he burst out of it, jumped out of the car door, ran as hard as -he could and soon was safe from pursuit and alone in the streets of -Paris.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>With a natural instinct to hide from the men who wanted to -put him in that close, uncomfortable box, he turned into the alley-ways -and dark, narrow streets and for a long time ran on without -meeting anyone. But this sort of thing was not very much to Billy's -liking. He wanted to see all the excitement that there was, so -by-and-by he turned into one of the broad, brilliantly lighted streets, -where he trotted along sedately, minding his own business and -looking around him curiously at the gayly dressed throngs. A great -many people turned round to look after him and laugh, he trotted -along so solemnly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>All this time there was great excitement at the railroad station. -Mr. Brown had left word that his goat was to be held until the next -night's train to Havre as he intended to spend a day in Paris, but the -express department had no goat to hold, so the matter was reported -to the police department, and within a few moments all the -red-trousered gendarmes of Paris were looking for a mischievous white -goat with freshly singed spots on his shiny coat.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>One of these gendarmes, soon after he had received his -instructions, found Billy and a big -stray Tom cat eyeing each -other with every -intention of immediate war. -Billy had never spoken -to a cat before and so -when he saw this -strange animal on the -street he walked -straight up to it and said -"baah!" He intended to mean -something like our -"Good evening. It's -pleasant weather, -isn't it?" but Billy's -voice at best was not a -very gentle one and his long horns -looked threatening, so the big cat arched his back and bristled his -hair and stuck his tail straight up. Billy did not know much about -cats but he could easily see that this one meant fight, so he shook -his head angrily. They were standing in front of one of the pleasant -Paris sidewalk cafés and a great many ladies and gentlemen were -seated at little round tables under the broad awning.</span></p> -<div class="align-left auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 77%" id="figure-248"> -<span id="billy-and-a-big-stray-tom-cat-eyeing-each-other"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Billy and a big stray Tom cat eyeing each other." src="images/img-072.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Billy and a big stray Tom cat eyeing each other.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just as the gendarme recognized Billy by his singed coat, the -cat let out an ear-splitting "meow!" and, jumping up, scratched -Billy's face with the sharp claws of both his forefeet; then it sprang -up on one of the empty tables and down on the other side. Billy, -smarting with the pain, jumped after him, upsetting the chairs on -the other side with a crash. The express department had offered -a good reward to whoever should find Billy, so the gendarme took -after the goat, overturning some more chairs. The cat darted here -and there and everywhere among the little round tables and -Billy right after him. The cat ran under a table at which were -sitting two gentlemen and two ladies, and Billy, now so angry that he -did not notice where he was going, forced his way right after him, -upsetting the table, spilling the glasses and bottles upon it into the -laps of the ladies and making a tremendous noise. Table after table -they overturned in this way.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Another gendarme, attracted by the hubbub, came up and saw -Billy. He, too, gave chase, adding to the confusion. Everybody -began to shove back their chairs. All of the people were either -talking or laughing or screaming at the top of their voices. Waiters -came running, and one of them, a little excitable man with a funny -little black mustache, tried to head Billy off. All he got for it was -a good bump right in the middle of his big white apron and he -landed back against another waiter who was bringing a big tray full -of glasses. The two of them went to the floor together in a noisy -pile of tables and chairs, and Billy dashed right on over them. This -time, the cat, which was bewildered by the crowd and had scarcely -known which way to run, found an opening to the street. Having -a clear track, he would easily have gotten away from Billy except -that just at that moment a third gendarme saw the cat and the goat -coming and jumped square in the road of them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The cat had tried to dart around him but the gendarme's legs -came right in his road, so the cat began to climb the gendarme, and -Billy, coming up just then, made a dive head first at the cat, catching -it just as the animal reached the gendarme's lower vest button. The -gendarme sat right down with a grunt to think things over, while -the cat sprang for the top of a high fence and was over with a whisk -of his tail. Billy could not climb the fence so he ran back a piece -and tried to butt it down, but he could not do it. By this time the -gendarme he had knocked down was on his feet again, and two others -came running up.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>There were now five of the red-trousered little police soldiers -after him, and things began to look very lively for Billy. They -tried to surround him but he ran through them, and all five of them -chased after him up the street. At nearly every block they were -joined by another gendarme, so that before he had gone very far -Billy was heading quite an army of French soldiers. To escape -he turned down a dark street. They were digging a wide ditch -across this dark street and the lights they had placed there as danger -signals had been taken away by some mischievous boys. Billy, who -could see well in the dark, perceived this ditch as he came to it and -leaped lightly over it, but the excited gendarmes who were following -him could not see it, and the whole crowd of them fell headlong -in the ditch, which, fortunately, was not yet deep enough to hurt them -much.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy turned now into another well-lighted street. Here again -he found a gendarme who, as soon as he saw and recognized Billy, -started out to stop him. He went like a streak between this fellow's -legs. Now he began to wonder why all of these little fellows in the -red trousers were such enemies of his, and when, at the end of the -block, he saw three of them standing in a row, he got angry. -Shaking his head, he determined to give the big one in the middle the -hardest bump he had ever given to anyone in his life. Lowering -his head and shaking it, he went on as if he had been shot out of a -cannon, and, as he drew near, gave a mighty jump and butted the big -gendarme right in the stomach.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Alas for Billy! In place of the soft human figure that he -thought he was butting, it turned out that the gendarme in the middle -was printed in glowing colors on paper and pasted against a solid -brick wall, as an advertisement for a play then performing at one -of the theatres. The two gendarmes who had happened to stand -alongside of it were real, however, so when Billy dropped back -stunned from his hard jolt the two real gendarmes promptly -arrested him, and it was a very sick and sorry goat that was shortly -afterwards returned to the Express Department to be held for the -Havre train.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="billy-finds-his-mother"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER VII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BILLY FINDS HIS MOTHER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="P" src="images/img-cap7.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>oor Billy, forced back into his crate and nailed up -again, began to think he did not like traveling very well. -So far he had been in two cities and so far he had seen -neither one of them by daylight, while everywhere he -went he got hurt. All that night and all the next day, he moped -in his crate with a sore head. On the following night he was -bundled into an express car, and giving up in despair, lay down and -went to sleep.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When he awoke it was daylight and he was being taken off -the train in Havre where the Browns were to take the boat for -Cherbourg and then for America. This was the first time that Frank -had seen Billy since they left Bern and when he and Mr. Brown -walked up to the crate after it had been taken off the train, Frank's -heart was filled with pity. There were raw places on Billy's head, -his fine shiny coat had the black marks of fire on it, and altogether -he was as woe-begone and miserable a looking goat as ever was seen. -Of course the Browns did not know anything of the adventures that -Billy had been through, but Frank was a boy who did not like to see -animals suffer and he was very angry.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just see, papa," he cried, "how they have abused my poor goat, -shut up in that tight crate all this time! I'm sure he's not so bad a -goat as you thought. He has been imposed upon. Please let me -take him out of that crate and lead him by a rope. I know that he -will come along nicely."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy "baahed" gratefully at this, and with some reluctance Mr. Brown -allowed the goat to be taken out of the crate, let Frank secure -a rope and tie him on behind the carriage which was to take them to -their steamer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was not Billy's fault that the knot was an ordinary single bow -hitch, and Billy did not know, when he nipped at the little end -which stuck out, that he would loosen the whole knot and let himself -free, but that is exactly what happened. For a time he trotted along -nicely behind the carriage, but, as they reached the wharves, Billy -saw a sight that filled him with eager interest. Near a big cattle -boat was an enormous pen filled with goats which were soon to be -loaded on the boat, and Billy at once ran down to this pen, which -was about a block away. His heart beat high with hope as he neared -it, and when he came close up to the bars he began to "baah" as loud -as he could.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>From inside the pen came an answering bleat. Billy's mother -was there and she had recognized his voice! She crowded close up -to the bars and soon she and Billy were affectionately rubbing noses -through the little spaces between the boards and telling each other -all that had happened to them since they had become separated. -How Billy did wish that he could get inside the pen and go to -America with her! He trotted -around and around the high -fence trying to find a -weak place where he -could break in, but -the pen was built -strong enough to make -all such trials useless, -so after every round -Billy would have to come back to where his mother stood waiting -and tell her of his failure. After he had made a third trial and -came back up to her the wise old goat struck a happy idea.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just stand where you are, Billy," she said, "and by-and-by -maybe one of the drivers will come this way and think that you -belong in here with us. Then he will let you in and we will go on -board together."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>She had scarcely more than finished speaking when the lash of -a sharp whip that had whizzed through the air hit Billy on the -flank. Looking up, he saw a young man opening a gate for him to -be driven through. The young man had no whip, however, so -Billy turned in the other direction to see where the stinging blow -had come from. Standing only a few feet away from him was a -short, wide man with a whip in his hand, and Billy started for him -with a snort.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-249"> -<span id="the-lash-of-a-sharp-whip"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="The lash of a sharp whip." src="images/img-079.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">The lash of a sharp whip.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A thousand lightnings yet again!" exclaimed the fat man, who -was none other than our old friend and Billy's old enemy, Hans Zug.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Hans knew better this time than to run when he had a way so -much easier to escape. With all the speed that his pudgy body -would let him have he climbed the bars of a high pen just in time to -escape the hard bump that Billy jumped up to give him. Sitting -on the top bar, Hans whirled his whip around his head and lashed -Billy across the back. Wild with rage, Billy tried to reach his -enemy, but he could not jump high enough, and Hans, laughing -till he shook like a bowl of jelly, reached down and lashed Billy -once more. Feeling that with all his strength he certainly ought to -jump high enough to reach his tormentor, Billy tried to leap again -and again, but every time all he got for his pains was a whack with -the long whip.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At last, however, Hans made his big mistake. After whipping -poor Billy until he was tired, Hans laughed so heartily that he fell -backwards off the fence, and you'd better believe that Billy's mother -made him welcome. She met him with her hard head while he was -on the way down. Hans dropped his whip and grabbed for dear -life at the fence, and he caught hold with both hands just at the -right height to make a good mark for Billy's mother. That strong -and sturdy old goat bumped him twice for every lash that he had -given Billy, and every time she bumped him, Hans Zug grunted and -yelled. He clawed his feet desperately to get a foothold on the bars -to climb up, but every time he would get one foot placed Billy's -mother would give him another terrific bump and he would lose -his footing.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy, on the outside, ran backward and forward, hoping for -Hans to get to the top and fall over on his side of the fence, and -poor Hans was in an awful predicament. At last, seeing that Hans' -comical struggles were not going to put him over where Billy could -get at him, that anxious youngster ran to where the young man was -still holding the gate open a little way, and ran inside, upon which -the gate closed sharply behind him. He made his way rapidly -among the other goats and quickly ran up beside his mother. He -watched her motion, jumping when she jumped, and they both butted -Hans together so hard that, with a mighty grunt, he went way up in -the air, both his feet landing at once on a bar higher than the one he -had been trying to catch.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-250"> -<span id="they-both-butted-hans"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="They both butted Hans." src="images/img-082.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">They both butted Hans.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy and his mother both laughed, but -they were so delighted and so excited that -the next time they tried to bump Hans their -horns clashed, they stumbled and fell -back, and in that moment Hans -Zug climbed up out of reach.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When he got to the top of the fence he lay down straddle -of it, clinging with both hands and feet to the topmost bars for -safety.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hasenpfeffer and pretzels!" groaned poor Hans, panting for -breath, while the big drops of sweat rolled off his cheeks. -"Thunderclaps and sunstrokes! Oh, my poor trousers!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He had good reason to say that last, for the sharp horns of the -two goats had ripped his trousers' legs until they were in shreds, and -there were some sharp red marks on his legs, too. Billy Mischief -and his mother only capered in joy. What did they care about poor -Hans trying to get his breath on top of the fence? They were -together, and together they were going to America!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was not long until the gate of the pen was opened and all the -goats were driven out through a fenced runway across a fenced -gangplank and through a wide, dark doorway into the hold of the cattle -ship. Billy and his mother found themselves in a long, low -compartment, dimly lighted by little round windows close under the -ceiling. The goats were driven up to the forward end of the boat -and put on both sides of the center aisle, behind strong, high bars. -By this arrangement Billy and his mother were separated, in spite of -all they could do to keep together, and could only stand close to the -bars looking sorrowfully at each other across the aisle. They soon -quit this, however, because of a new interest. Some surprising -passengers came to join them. First, six big camels were driven in, -two by two, and fenced off next to the goats; then a herd of small -elephants followed these and then came a vast number, of snarling, -growling animals in strong cages; lions and tigers and other fierce -wild beasts. An American circus that had been traveling in Europe -was on its way back home.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At last the ship was loaded and began to move out of its slip -toward the ocean. The wild animals had been nervous and noisy -before, but as soon as the ship began to move they became still -more excited. The elephants trumpeted, the tigers snarled, the -hyenas set up their screeching cry, the lions roared. It was a perfect -pandemonium of shrieks and howls and yells, and for the first time -in his life Billy trembled with fear. It was not for long, however. -Billy was a brave goat and a smart goat, and he knew that so long -as those fierce animals stayed in their cages they could not hurt -anything. The only thing that bothered him was that he remembered -how he had broken out of his own crate in the railroad train.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>This was the worst trip Billy ever made. The animals were -never quiet for more than a minute at a time. There would be a lull -when none of them would make any noise, and Billy would lie down, -hoping for a moment of rest. All at once some animal would grunt, -the next one would grumble, the next one would growl, the next -one would snarl, and by that time they would all be at it; then -suddenly the hyenas would begin. Then one of the fiercer animals -would begin to roar and the old hubbub would begin all over again, -winding up always with the lions' deep and terrifying "Hough! -Hough! Hough!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy got tired of it by-and-by, and thought that he would like -to go away into some quiet corner and rest. A great many of the -goats had been thinking the same thing, and one after another they -had been trying the stout boards, some of them attempting to push -them out or break them and some trying to pry them loose with their -stout horns. None of them, however, had the patience and strength -and determination of Billy, and at last, down in one corner, he found -a board that did not seem so strongly fastened as the others, and on -this board he began prying cautiously with his horns. Billy would -pry carefully until he was tired, then lie down and rest a while, -then go at it again. For nearly an hour he worked at it and at last -he was rewarded by having the board come loose. He squeezed out -through it and the board sprang back into place. Another goat -tried to follow but he did not know the trick, and in place of pulling -with his horns, pressed against the board, so Billy was the only one -to get loose.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy trotted between the long rows of animals, being very careful -to keep in the exact center of the aisle and as far away from all -of them as he could. One of the elephants reached out his long trunk -and caught Billy by the tail, but it was only a playful nip, and, after -jerking Billy back a little piece, the elephant let him go. Billy -looked around at the big gray beast and saw by his twinkling eyes -that it was only in fun, so, kicking up his heels, he trotted on with a -friendly "baah!" The lions and tigers and the leopards snarled -and howled at him as he went past, while the hyenas laughed—if -the terrible noise they make can be called laughing.</span></p> -<div class="align-left auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 85%" id="figure-251"> -<span id="one-of-the-elephants-reached-out-his-long-trunk"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="One of the elephants reached out his long trunk." src="images/img-086.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">One of the elephants reached out his long trunk.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Down toward the middle of the ship was a steep stairway up to -an open doorway that led out on the deck, and up this Billy climbed -with ease. It was delightful, after that close, stuffy place, to stand -on the cool, breeze-swept deck. The -steamer was making good headway -now and all around was the -ocean; the shore was only a -low, hazy line, away out -there at the edge of the -water. Billy was interested in -the gaily colored circus -wagons, some -of which, crowded out of the lower hold, were grouped on the big, -bare after-deck, and Billy did not notice, until up very close to him, -that a big, fat man was leaning over the rail. It was Hans Zug, -and although the ship was riding easy and the ocean was very calm, -Hans was already beginning to feel very sorry that he had not staid -on solid land.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ach, I am so sick!" groaned poor Hans. "I wish I could die, -yet! I should feel me so much better!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Now it would be a kindness to cheer Hans up a little bit and -make him forget his misery," thought Billy. Lowering his head -and backing off a little way, he gave a run and bumped Hans a good -one which he felt he still owed him for the whipping of the morning. -He struck harder than he knew, and Hans, a big part of his heavy -body already lying far out over the rail, got such a boost that he -lost his balance and went bumping down the side of the ship into the -water.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Man overboard!" shouted the first mate, who was up on the -bridge, and immediately the ship was in great commotion. Sailors -came tumbling up out of another stairway and Billy thought it was -time for him to make himself scarce. He did not care to go back -into the hold, so he ran in among the circus wagons and hid. The -ship stopped and turned round. A small boat was hastily lowered -and the sailors in it began rowing like mad to where Hans had gone -down. Poor Hans did not know how to swim, but when a boy he -had learned to float, and now, turning on his back, he kept his hands -down to his sides and his face turned up. When the sailors got there -with the row boat his fat round face was bobbing along above the -little waves like a pumpkin in a pond.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ach, those dear mountains at home!" wept Hans, when they -pulled him into the boat. "How I should wish I was back in Switzerland -again. I said it that I wanted to die, but it iss not, aindt it? -Thank you, gentlemens! Thank you!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A little rope ladder was let down and Hans, all dripping, his -clothes clinging around him and making him look like a wet -balloon, climbed up on the deck.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Where is that fire and brimstone goat?" he cried, having now -had time to get over his fright and his seasickness enough to be -angry. "When I find him I throw him in all the ocean what iss! -Yes!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy kept as still as he could, but one of the sailors saw his stubby -tail and pointed him out. Then the chase began. Billy dashed -around and around the deck with Hans and the sailors close after -him, and at last, when they were almost upon him, he came to the -open door of the hold. Seeing no other way to escape, he was about -to dash down this and had already placed his forefeet on the topmost -stair, when he saw two great greenish-yellow eyes close to him, -staring up at him out of the dimness. One of the tigers had broken -loose from his cage and had come slinking up the stairs, and Billy -stood face to face with him!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="an-encounter-with-the-tiger"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER VIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">AN ENCOUNTER WITH THE TIGER</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="B" src="images/img-cap8.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>illy felt his heart beat hard and fast, and for a moment -his knees trembled under him. He backed slowly up -to the solid deck and the great flaming eyes slowly crept -up after him. Billy still backed away. The men who -had been chasing him were now very close, but one of them saw the -tiger's head coming up on the deck, and he yelled to the others, who -immediately pressed back. As soon as he felt the firm deck floor -under him and could see the animal's head as well as his eyes, Billy -felt his courage coming back to him. He knew that he had to -stand and fight. He felt that he could never run fast enough to get -away from this powerful animal, and that before he could even -turn and start to run the tiger would be upon him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Slowly Billy backed away with his sharp horns lowered, and -slowly the tiger came out on the deck, crouched down until his body -almost touched the boards, his tail, full of hard muscles, waving -slowly like a red and yellow snake. The men were panic-stricken and -scattered in all directions, seeking places of safety wherever they -could find them. Poor Hans Zug was the slowest of all. In his -fright he stumbled over his own feet and fell three times to his hands -and knees in trying to get away, and then he tried to hide himself -behind a slim iron rod that ran up from the deck to the bridge, for he -was too much paralyzed with fear to pursue his hunt any further for -some safe hiding-place.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The tiger was not in a very big hurry about making his spring. -He did not like the looks of Billy's horns, although he knew that -he was much stronger and more powerful than the little white goat. -Still they came on, Billy backing away and the tiger creeping -toward him until they were almost where Hans Zug stood trembling -so hard that his teeth chattered. Suddenly the tiger, with a swift -spring, went up in the air, intending to jump clear over Billy's long -horns and land upon his back, but Billy, himself as watchful and as -careful as the tiger had been, sprang aside just as the tiger jumped, -jerking his head sharply upward as the tiger went over him. One -of his horns caught in the tiger's under side and ripped a big gash -in him. Billy immediately sprang in the other direction, and the -tiger, now fiercer than ever, wheeled quickly. This time his sharp -claw caught Billy's shoulder as Billy jumped aside, tearing a big -patch of Billy's hide loose. The pain staggered Billy and made him -feel faint, but he knew it would never do to give up. The animal -men now came running up from the rear hold, where some of the -other animals were being fed, and one of them had a pistol, but the -two animals were jumping about so swiftly that he could not be sure -of shooting the tiger without shooting Billy, so he waited to see how -the fight would turn out.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Time after time the tiger tried to get hold of Billy, but the goat -was too quick for him, though each time they met one or the other -of them got a mark. At last Billy felt that he was nearly whipped. -The two animals were now facing each other for another spring. -The tiger, too, was suffering from the last hook that Billy had given -him but he was fresher than the goat. Billy swayed on his feet. -The light seemed to turn into darkness before his eyes and he felt -as if he were sinking down, down on a soft bed, but he kept his head -bent in the tiger's direction. He felt, rather than saw, the tiger -spring once more, and in spite of his weakened condition he braced -himself up and gave one more sharp, hard toss of his strong neck. -His horn caught the tiger right behind the front shoulder blade and -pressed deeply in. This time he had found a vital spot. The tiger -rolled over on his side, and, after a quiver or two, lay still. He -was dead, but Billy did not know it, for the brave little goat had -sunk to the floor with the tiger and lay as motionless as his dead -enemy. The animal men came running up first, the one with the -revolver in front of the others. Holding his revolver pointed -straight to where he knew it would reach the animal's heart, he -approached as slowly and cautiously as a cat creeping up to a mouse -hole, felt the tiger's side and pronounced him really dead. Two of -the men dragged the tiger away and the others crowded around the -poor goat. At first they thought that he too was dead, but when they -examined him they found that his heart was still beating slowly. -One of them ran to bring water and another to get bandages.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy woke up his wounds had been nicely washed, ointment -had been applied to them, and bandages were carefully bound -over them. The men were patting him gently and saying what a -fine, brave goat he was and what a splendid fight he had made of it, -and one big gruff voice, which Billy found out afterwards belonged -to the captain, said:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, this goat is not to be tied up any more. He shall have -the freedom of the ship."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy moved his legs feebly and tried to get up, but not feeling -quite strong enough yet, he sank back and found that his head was -lying on somebody's knee. And now came the biggest surprise of all, -for when Billy looked up to see who it was, here it was Hans Zug who -was holding him!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ach, such a fine little goat, yet," Hans was saying, patting -Billy's neck gently, while the great tears rolled down his round -cheeks. "Such a brave little goat, yet. Thunder weather! He can -butt me overboard once again if he should to like it! Aindt it?"</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 75%" id="figure-252"> -<span id="well-old-fellow-if-broken-bones-are-all-we-can-fix-those"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt=""WELL, OLD FELLOW, IF BROKEN BONES ARE ALL, WE CAN FIX THOSE."" src="images/img-092.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">"WELL, OLD FELLOW, IF BROKEN BONES ARE ALL, WE CAN FIX THOSE."</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy was the hero of the ship. It did not take him long to -get well, and on the third day he was trotting around the deck as -unconcerned as if he had never had a fight in his life. His -bandages were off and only a little, red-edged scar on his shoulder -remained to show how bravely he had fought the tiger. Hans Zug -never was through praising him, but nevertheless, every time he -went to speak to Billy he came toward him from behind, for Billy -still had a way of shaking his head at him that made Hans feel like -climbing a ladder. On the first day that he could go around -unbandaged, nobody seemed to be able to pat Billy enough, but, true -to his name, Billy could not long stay out of mischief.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Soon tiring of pacing the long decks, he went below in the cook's -galley and began to hunt for dainties. He had learned by this time -that people were very curious about things to eat. When they saw -a goat helping himself, something was almost sure to happen to the -goat and he could not understand it. You see, he could not know -that everything belonged to somebody. All that he knew about it -was that if you saw anything you wanted, and was lucky enough or -strong enough or quick enough to get it, it was all right. -Accordingly, he watched the cook, and when the cook's back was turned -Billy grabbed a fine, big bunch of celery and trotted off with it. -When he got in a dark corner he ate it and it was so fine that he -wanted more. He went back into the cook's galley but could not -see any. Then he went into a little, dark room that opened into it -and found himself in a place full of the nicest things to eat he had -ever seen in one pile. There were carrots and radishes and peas and -fine, crisp, tender lettuce and all sorts of green stuff which had been -brought aboard for the captain's table. Billy ate until he could -hold no more, and then he happened to think that his mother would -like some of that nice celery, so he picked out an extra fine bunch and -trotted off with it. No one saw him and he made his way down into -the hold where his mother was crowded in the pen with the other -goats. He gave her the celery and while she was eating it he told -her all that had happened to him and how much the ship's crew -thought of him, and how even Hans Zug had become his friend.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My, that was fine!" said his mother as she finished the last of -me celery. "It is the nicest thing I have had to eat since we left -home."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ho!" said Billy. "That is nothing. We cabin passengers -have some of the finest things in the world to eat. What you need -now is a bunch of tender lettuce to finish off with, and I'll go get -you some," and he hurried off, leaving his mother very proud of his -rise in the world.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy trotted boldly through the cook's galley, and the cook, -who knew all about Billy's fight, tossed him some carrot tops as he -passed. Billy was not at all hungry, but he ate the carrot tops just -out of politeness, then he went on into the store room and picked -out a nice big head of lettuce for his mother. He was just going -out of the cook's galley with it when the cook turned round and saw -him. Right away the cook forgot what a hero Billy was, and angry -that Billy had taken some of his precious lettuce, cried:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hey! Drop that, you bobtailed thief!" and threw a skillet at -Billy. It hit the goat in the side with a thump, but Billy never -stopped. He only ran on until he had gained the hold where his -mother was and had given the nice, cool lettuce to her, when he -turned round to hurry away.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-253"> -<span id="threw-a-skillet-at-billy"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Threw a skillet at Billy." src="images/img-095.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Threw a skillet at Billy.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wait a minute, Billy!" she called after him. "I want to talk -to you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I haven't got time," Billy called back over his shoulder. "I've -got a little business with the cook."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy got back into the cook's galley, the cook was over -in a corner reaching up for some baking powder that he kept on a -high shelf. He was stretched out just right for a good bump and -Billy gave it to him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Great Scott!" cried the cook, and jumped up until his head -bumped the shelf. He quickly turned around but Billy had backed -off and now jumped for him again. This time the man put out his -hands and caught Billy by the horns firmly enough to keep the bump -Billy gave him in front from smashing him. Billy, however, jerked -away and backed off for another bump, and the man, jumping up, -grabbed the shelf with the foolish notion of climbing up out of range. -He could not have been in a better position for another bump -behind, so Billy gave him that one and he dropped loose from the shelf, -yelling for help with all his might. In dropping, he turned around, -and this time Billy landed with all his weight right in the middle of -the man's appetite.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By this time the cook had lost his head so that all he could do -was to spread his arms and legs like an old-fashioned, jointed doll -and yell for help. Several men came running down the ladder and -the foremost one was Hans Zug with his whip. Hans had just been -over to straighten out a fight in the goats' pen, and when he saw -one of his goats butting the cook, he never stopped to think that it -was the same Billy he had been petting and praising, so he hauled -off and gave Billy a mighty slash with his sharp leather whip. Billy -got through with the cook in a hurry!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Hans Zug, who had been following him around and patting -him on the back and calling him nice goat and fine goat and brave -goat, was ready to start in again, was he? Well, Billy would show -him! Like a flash he wheeled and was after Hans.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Donnervetter!" cried Hans, and turned to run.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The men who had followed him down the steps were in the way, -however, and Hans ran square into them. A second later Billy ran -into Hans with enough force to send him sprawling among the men, -and four or five of them went to the floor grunting, with Hans on -top. Before Billy could back off for another stroke Hans turned -quickly and was just in time to grab Billy by the fore legs. At the -same moment the cook caught Billy by the hind legs, and these two -carried him upstairs to the deck.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Over he goes," yelled the angry cook.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Sure!" said Hans. "He done it to me. Ein! swei! drei!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>As Hans counted his one, two, three in German, they gave three -mighty swings, and with the last one they let go.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Splash! went Billy into the sea!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="alone-in-an-ocean-storm"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER IX</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">ALONE IN AN OCEAN STORM</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="P" src="images/img-cap9.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>oor Billy! Once more he had lost his mother! He -looked for the ship to turn round and send out a boat -as it had done when Hans fell overboard, but it did -nothing of the sort. Instead, it steamed straight ahead. -In the excitement nobody had noticed that Billy had been thrown -into the water.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The cook got a life preserver and threw it over after Billy, -thinking it a good joke, then the cook went below and Hans stood at -the stern railing shaking his fist at the poor goat. Billy swam as -long and as hard after the boat as he could, but it was no use; he -could not begin to keep up with its great speed. Presently, -however, he came to where the life preserver floated. It was a big -circular one and Billy put his front paws upon it. His weight made it -tip on edge and Billy was surprised and delighted to find that it held -him up in the water, making the work of swimming much easier. -In trying to get his legs further into it he slipped once or twice, but -finally in his struggles his head and horns went through it, and, -after swimming and wriggling a little bit, he got his front shoulders -through and there it clung round him, holding him up splendidly. -It was too small to pass backwards over his body, and it could not -get off over his head on account of Billy's horns.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was a lucky thing for Billy that this happened, for that night -a terrific storm came up. The wind shrieked and howled, the -lightnings glared, the thunders rolled, and great foam-capped waves, -some of them nearly as high as a house, broke over Billy, one after -another, nearly drowning him and sometimes almost crushing him -by their weight.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>In all his life Billy had never passed such a terrific night as -this, but through it all the big life preserver held him up and -carried him safely through. Many times there seemed to come a lull -in the storm and Billy began to breathe easier, thinking that he would -get a little rest, but the storm would break out again with new fury -each time, until, when morning came, the poor goat was battered -and bruised and nearly dead. With the dawn, however, the storm -calmed down. The skies began to clear, the waves grew smaller, -and the wind, shifting by-and-by to the opposite direction from that -in which it had been blowing all night, beat back the waves and -smoothed them down until by ten o'clock the ocean was quiet, only -ruffled by gentle swells over which Billy and his life preserver -bobbed in comfort, although he was very tired and beginning to -get hungry.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Ever since the sky had cleared he had seen smoke away off -where sea and sky seemed to join. Billy -knew what smoke meant. Wherever -there was smoke there were people, and -wherever there were people there was -food, so he started toward it, swimming -a little bit and resting a long while -between times. The smoke grew blacker -and presently he saw a little speck under -the smoke. It grew larger and larger, -and by-and-by he was able to make out -that it was a big ship coming in his -direction. Poor Billy swam harder than -ever then, and fortunately for him the -ship was coming almost straight toward -him. Still more fortunately, the -captain, sweeping the sea with his -glass, made out the life preserver -holding up something white, and -immediately thought it must be a -woman in a white dress. He -altered the direction of the ship slightly -so that it came nearer to Billy, and had -ordered a boat to be lowered before he -made out that it was only a goat, otherwise he might have passed on -by. The boat, however, was already lowered, so he let it go.</span></p> -<div class="align-right auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 58%" id="figure-254"> -<span id="the-ship-was-coming-almost-straight-toward-him"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="The ship was coming almost straight toward him." src="images/img-101.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">The ship was coming almost straight toward him.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>The ship was a big passenger steamer, and by this time scores of -passengers were thronging to the rails to see what the excitement was -all about, and when the boat was drawn up, Billy, a comical looking -sight with his big life preserver around him, was placed on the deck. -A boy among the passengers at once ran forward with a shout.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why, it's my Billy goat!" he cried. "Papa, come and look! -See the singe marks on his back?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy "baahed" joyfully. He rather liked Frank and was very -glad that he had found a friend. The captain himself, interested and -amused, had joined the crowd by this time.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Your goat?" he asked Frank, in amazement. "Do you always -keep your goats out at sea in life preservers?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Not always," laughed Frank. "In fact, this is the only goat I -have. We lost him in Havre. The last I saw of him he was tied -to the back of our carriage with a rope. When we got down to the -wharf he was gone. Then we went down to Cherbourg, where papa -had some business, caught your ship the next day and here we are. -How Billy ever got here from Havre, I don't know, but here he is -and he's my goat."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, according to the law of the sea," said the captain with -a twinkle in his eye, "he is salvage now and belongs to the men there -who picked him up. Of course I have a share in the salvage too, but -I'll take a cigar for mine."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Brown, laughing, gave him the cigar and then gave the -sailors some money, and Billy was taken below to a large, white, -clean room where some fine blooded horses were hitched in roomy -stalls. Here he was given a big bowl of warm milk and a bed of -clean straw, both of which he was very glad to get. As soon as he -had drunk the bowl of milk, he felt so good and warm that he lay -down and went sound asleep.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Billy woke up he saw something that made him gasp -with surprise, and at first he thought he must be dreaming. Right -beside him, sleeping peacefully, an empty bowl that had contained -milk just in front of it, lay another goat. It was his mother! Billy -was so overjoyed that he did not know what to do. He licked her -face gently and when she opened her eyes he capered around till the -horses in the stalls near by thought that he must have gone crazy. -Billy's mother was no less happy and when they had calmed down -Billy told her how Hans Zug had thrown him overboard, how he had -suffered through the storm and how the ship had picked him up.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You were lucky, I guess, that he threw you over," said his -mother. "We got into that same terrible storm and our ship struck -upon the rocks and broke to pieces. I do not know what became -of the other goats or of Hans Zug. Of course all the circus animals -in the cages went down. I was swimming about in the water when -some sailors in a boat grabbed me and took me with them. They -said that they had not had time to get provisions and that they might -have to eat me. I would have jumped overboard when I heard this -but they had already forced me under one of the seats in such a way -that I could not scramble out. The storm was still upon us and the -waves spun us around like a top, and two or three times we thought -we were gone. By morning, however, the storm calmed down and -we were safe, although some of the men had been swept overboard by -the big waves that broke over us. All day long we drifted about. -One of the men had brought along a box of crackers and another -one had got some dried beef. A keg of water was already in the boat -so that there was nearly enough for everybody for breakfast, and -when the noonday meal came, one of the men wanted to kill me, but -the others would not let him. They wanted to save me, they said, -until the next day. It was nearly dusk when this ship saw us and -stopped to take us on board. If this ship had missed us I suppose -that to-night would have been my last."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy shuddered.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well," said he, "at any rate we are together again, and this time -I suppose that we will stay together. If you are rested enough -come on and let us look around the ship."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>First the two goats trotted side by side past the big clean stalls -of the horses and all around the room they were in, then they made -their way to the stairway that led up to the deck. They were about -to climb this when Billy spied the open door of a little closet, scarcely -large enough to put his head in. Full of curiosity, he went up to -it and stuck his nose inside.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, come here, mother!" he suddenly cried. "Here is a rope -with a very strange taste. I had some of it in a big hotel in Bern -and I did not care for it very much, but it has such a queer taste that -you must eat some of it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The rope Billy meant was not exactly like the ones he had -chewed in Bern, for those were single big wires with a covering to -keep them from touching. This rope in the little closet was not a -solid one but was a big bundle of tiny wires, each one covered with -a queer tasting sheath. The wires ran from the pilot's room and the -captain's room to the engineer's room and to the other working -rooms of the ship, and, by the use of little push buttons were -intended to direct the movements of the mighty floating palace.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why, this is quite a treat," said Billy's mother, taking a big -bundle of the wires in her mouth. Another little closet just like this -one stood alongside of it and Billy saw that the door of this was -also slightly ajar. He pushed it open with his nose, and inside he -found another bundle of wires. These ran from the passengers' -cabins to the steward's cabin, and the electrician had just been fixing -them, carelessly leaving the doors unfastened.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why, here's another bundle! I'll try some of them myself," -remarked Billy, so both the goats got to work at once.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy's mother had only chewed at her rope of wires a little -while when the coverings began to come off and the wires to touch. -Instantly things began to happen. The first wires that touched gave -the engineer a signal to stop and instantly the mighty ship began to -slow up. Within a short time it had come almost to a standstill and -the first mate, up in the pilot room, immediately took down his -telephone and called up the engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What's the matter?" he asked.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Nothing, sir," said the engineer. "You gave the signal to stop -and we stopped."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I did no such thing," said the mate. "At any rate, start up -again and we'll investigate."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just then came another signal, and with a great jangling of -bells the big engines began to turn and the ship wheeled square -around. There was another jangling of bells, and, shaking with -the force of the mighty engines, the ship began to pick up speed, -headed straight back for France. Again the first mate called up the -engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What are you doing?" he asked. "Are you crazy? Why have -you tacked about?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Had orders, sir," said the engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You lay her northwest by north at once. Put the second -engineer in charge and report to me immediately."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Aye, aye, sir," said the engineer and started up to present -himself to the first mate.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The ship was swung back on her proper course and had gone -straight a little way, when all at once the whistles began to blow and -bells to ring, and with this the captain came running up to the pilot -room. The first mate already had his telephone off the hook and -was screaming down to the engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What are you doing, sir?" he demanded. "I thought I told -you to report to me at once!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This is the second engineer, sir," repeated the voice. "The -chief engineer has just gone up to report to you, sir."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, why did you blow a landing whistle out here in mid-ocean? -Can't you obey orders? Are you crazy, too? Are you all crazy?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I had the signal and obeyed orders, sir," said the second engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By that time the captain came bursting into the pilot room, -while Billy Mischief and his mother were chewing wires.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Are you a plum idiot?" demanded the captain. "Can't you -be left in charge of this ship? Have you been drinking? First you -stopped the ship, then you put back for France, then you turn again, -and now you blow a landing whistle."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>At that moment the fog horn began to sound, although the -sea was almost as bright as day with a round moon shining -overhead and the stars studded thick in the sky.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The captain himself grabbed the telephone.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I want to know who's doing all this!" he demanded. "Who's -in charge there?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I am, sir; the second engineer," answered the voice.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Put your assistant in charge and report to me in the pilot room -at once."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just then the chief engineer came in.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"What does all this mean?" roared the captain.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know, sir," said the engineer. "I got signals to stop, -then to put about, then to come back on the course, all of which I -did."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't want you to attempt to put this on to me," said the -mate. "I haven't touched a button for an hour. There has been -no necessity. We have been going straight on our course."</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 75%" id="figure-255"> -<span id="shake-hands-said-bobby"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt=""SHAKE HANDS," SAID BOBBY." src="images/img-108.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">"SHAKE HANDS," SAID BOBBY.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>All this while the steward had been going nearly crazy. The -bells were ringing from every cabin on the ship, and the waiters were -running about the place like mad. First one bell, then another -would ring, and always when the waiters went to those cabins they -were told that nothing was wanted and were abused for waking -people up. That part of it was Billy Mischief's work and he did -as much to put the ship in an uproar as had his mother. The sound -of the fog horn and the stopping and starting of the ship, the -whistling and the clanging of the bells, kept everybody awake that had -been awakened by the waiters, and hastily throwing on clothing, the -passengers began to hurry out on to the decks to find out what was -the matter.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The steward came hunting the captain, right after the second -engineer.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"This ship is bewitched," he cried, wringing his hands, and he -told the captain of all the trouble he was having with false alarms.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Everybody looked at everybody else as if they thought that the -others had all better be in the asylum, and it was just at that moment -that Billy Mischief, down in the hold, turned to his mother and -said:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, come on! I don't like this stuff very well, anyhow," and -leaving the little closets to themselves, they trotted innocently -upstairs not knowing all the trouble they had made.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="the-goats-become-a-fiery-dragon"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER X</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">THE GOATS BECOME A FIERY DRAGON</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="N" src="images/img-cap10.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>ot stopping on the lower deck, they went on up until -they reached the main saloon deck. It was ever so much -wider and nicer than the deck of the cattle ship, and just -now it was crowded with passengers who had hastily -dressed themselves and had come out on deck to see what was the -matter with the ship and its queer actions.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, there's my goat!" said a boy who was standing at the rail -just at the head of the stairway.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was Frank Brown and, walking up to Billy, he patted him on -the neck. A bright faced young man who was with Frank also -stooped over and patted Billy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Whose goat is this other one?" he asked, turning to pat Billy's -mother, who, being jealous like most animals, crowded up to get -her share of the attention.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know," said Frank. "It was picked up from a wreck; -but the two goats seem to be very chummy."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frank was looking along the deck at the long row of excitable -passengers, and suddenly he began to laugh.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I wish we could play some sort of a trick on all these people," -he said.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The young man's face lit up with a smile as he gazed at the -nervous and worried looking passengers, then all at once he laughed -aloud.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I've got it!" he cried. "Bring your goats and come into my -cabin quickly. It's just inside here."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Billy, willingly enough, was led by the horns into the young -man's cabin, and his mother followed after. As soon as they had -reached the cabin the young man rang the bell, and when the waiter -came to him the young man gave him a check and sent him after a -trunk which was soon brought up. Opening it, the young man took -out an enormous dragon's head made of papier maché and painted -in bright colors. It was a fierce looking head and almost filled the -trunk. It had a great, double row of gleaming white teeth, red lips, -a red tongue that worked out and in, immense saucer-like eyes and -winged ears, while a "scary" looking spine started from the top of -its nose and arched high over its neck. The balance of the trunk -was filled with a long, thin, sack-like arrangement which was painted -green and red and yellow, and which was to represent the dragon's -body.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You know I told you," said the young man, "that I am the -property man of a big spectacular show company, and this is a new -dragon that I have just had made. It is intended for men to get -inside of to walk it across the stage. We'll put the goats in it and -start them along the deck, and then we'll see some fun."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Neither Billy nor his mother wanted to get inside that strange -looking thing, but the two boys suddenly slipped the big head over -Billy and there was no way for him to get out. Then, catching -Billy's mother by the horns, they dragged her to the second slit and -put her inside. The young man quickly straightened up the ridges -and the long, scalloped, folding side fins of the body, while Frank -held the head tightly and let the goats prance inside. The young man -opened the door and looked out. The passageway was clear and they -soon gained the deck. The young man lit a match and stooped down -for a moment. Instantly the big eyes were lit up with red. Red -flames came out of the tip of the tongue and smoke rolled out of the -nostrils.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>They headed the dragon up the deck before anybody noticed it, -and as soon as the goats were let go they started to run in their efforts -to get away from this heavy, dark thing that surrounded them. The -young man put his hands to his mouth, and making a megaphone -of them, gave a tremendous roar. Instantly everybody looked, and -when they saw this great, red-eyed and fire-breathing monster coming -toward them there was a grand scamper. A great many of the passengers -thought that a sea serpent had got aboard and they did not -care to see it any closer. Away they went, making as much noise as -a Sunday school picnic, with the fiery dragon right after them. -Around and around the deck they chased and the two poor goats -were as scared as any of the women on board.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It had been twice around the deck when the red powder that the -young man had lighted in its tongue began to die out, so the young -man grabbed it just as it passed the place where they had started it -off and, quickly turning it in toward his cabin, was struggling with -the now thoroughly frightened goats. He got the dragon safely into -his room, but, as soon as it was lifted off of Billy and his mother, -those frightened goats made a dash for the door and out on deck. -Their only idea was to run as fast as they could to get away from -that dreadful thing, so when the passengers saw them coming, they -thought that some other sort of a monster was loose and they began -to run again. Some of the men stopped to see what it was, however, -and more than one of them had his revolver in his hand ready to -shoot. One of them, in fact, had his finger on the trigger and was -going to pull it when another man suddenly called out:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wait a minute! They're only goats."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The men caught the goats as they were struggling to get through -and the captain, who had been everywhere trying to stop the panic, -now came up. The second mate came up also, and when he saw the -two goats he was very angry and called one of his men.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Here," said he, "take these animals down where they belong -and tie them up with wires or chains so that they can't gnaw -themselves loose. If I see them again before we get to New York there's -going to be trouble for somebody."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>So Billy and his mother, their fun all over, were taken back -down in the hold and tied up tightly, and it was the last time they got -loose until they landed in America.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"At any rate," said Billy's mother, "we are together."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know how we can stay together, though," said Billy, -shaking his head. "I belong to Frank Brown and, so far as I can -tell, you don't belong to anybody. If you only did, maybe -Mr. Brown would buy you, although I don't believe he wants any more."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And Billy was right about Mr. Brown's not wanting any more goats.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The day they landed Frank Brown went to claim his goat. Billy -and his mother were still together, but as Frank was about to take -Billy away a woe-begone looking little fat man came rushing up.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Those should been my goats yet!" he exclaimed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Your goats?" said Mr. Brown, rather angrily. "Why, man, -that one with the singed spots on his back we have just brought over -with us from France."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It makes me nothing out!" exclaimed the man. "They should -been my goats! I know them both like it was mine own brother and -sister, yes! I know the biggest one by such a black spot on her -forehead and the other one by such singed places like vat iss on his back. -So! I should bring them both over from Havre, and our ship got -such a wreckness in the big thunder weather, and Ach, I could cry -mit weeping. My name is Hans Zug and I am a poor man. Yes! -I had more as two hundred goats and these two is all what I got -now, and if you take them away I don't got any. No!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>One of the sailors from the cattleship who had been taken on -board with Billy's mother came up just then and said that Hans -was telling the truth. Mr. Brown looked perplexed.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's true," he said, "that we got this goat out of the ocean. It -is scarcely possible that two goats should be burned exactly alike and -this one either slipped loose from our carriage in Havre or was taken -away from us there by this man. I have already paid twice for it; -once in Europe, once on the ocean, and now I am expected to pay -for him a third time in America. Frank, get your goat and come on!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Poor Hans did not know what to say or do. Mr. Brown was -evidently rich and powerful and Hans was afraid he might get -himself into trouble. He looked so miserable, however, that -Mr. Brown relented, and taking out his pocket-book, handed Hans some -money.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Here," he said, "I'll buy this goat again and then I'll be -tempted to hire somebody to hang it, only I'm afraid some butcher -would sell it to me a fourth time for mutton."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Frank giggled at this and his father, too, cleared up his anger -in a laugh. Then Billy, in spite of all his mother's bleatings, was -led away from her. Within an hour he was put in a baggage car -of a train for the West where the Browns lived. This time he was -not crated, but was tied to a ring with a stout rope.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Up to the time that the train began to start he struggled and -pulled, hoping to get away and run back to join his mother, but it -was no use. The train pulled out, and every minute Billy was -carried farther and farther away from the one goat in the world that -was dear to him. He was a very sad goat and he would have been -sadder still if he had known that his real misfortunes had only begun. -All through that afternoon he chewed at the stout rope, trying to -get it loose, and all that night whenever he woke up he began to -gnaw at it, not knowing, of course, how far he was being carried -away, nor how impossible it would be for him ever to get back to -New York, over hundreds of miles of ground, across rivers, through -tunnels and over ferries, or even find his mother if he ever did reach -New York City.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>By morning he had his rope nearly gnawed through. Not long -after daylight the train stopped at a little station and the baggage -doors on both sides of the car were standing open when the train -pulled out. Billy gave a tug at his -rope and then another one. It came -loose, and, giving a short run, he -jumped out of the door. The train by -this time was going at a good -speed, and Billy landed in the -gravel of a steep embankment, -rolling over and over. After the train -went on he lay quite still, for he -had fainted. Poor Billy had broken -a leg.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 72%" id="figure-256"> -<span id="poor-billy-had-broken-a-leg"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Poor Billy had broken a leg." src="images/img-118.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Poor Billy had broken a leg.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>After a long time he crawled -painfully up to the country road -that crossed the railroad track and -led into the village they had just -passed. He dragged himself along -this road -quite a way -toward the village, -but the pain was -too great for him -to continue very -far, so presently -he crawled to the -side of the road and lay down in the cool grass. He tried to nibble -a bit at this but he was too sick, and finally he stretched himself out -and closed his eyes. More and more, now, he missed his mother, -and felt that if she could only be there to lick his wounds his leg -would get well again, but now he felt that there was no hope for -him. All he could do was to close his eyes and die.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="billy-joins-a-happy-family"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER XI</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BILLY JOINS A HAPPY FAMILY</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="W" src="images/img-cap11.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>hoa!" cried a brisk, cheery voice.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy slowly opened his eyes. There on the road -above him a pretty Shetland pony stopped suddenly -and shook his saucy looking head, while a boy a little -bigger than Frank Brown jumped down from a little cart full of -grass and ran to the pony's head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Now stand still, Dandy, till we see whether our friend here by -the roadside needs any help," went on the boy. "It's a fine looking -goat, Dandy, but he looks sick."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Dandy danced his front feet up and down and rubbed his nose -affectionately against the boy's neck, while a beautiful collie came -rushing up and capered and danced around them both, giving little, -short, sharp, playful barks.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Steady now, King, steady," said the boy. "That's no way to -make a noise when there are sick people around. Behave yourself," -and patting the dog's silken coat with a hearty thump, he turned to -see what he could do for Billy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The dog reached the goat first and Billy shivered as he felt the -dog's muzzle touch him. He jerked his head and began to gather -his limbs to get up and defend himself, when the dog whined a little -and he felt that the touch was a friendly one.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Why, you poor goat!" said the boy, as he saw the bruised and -bleeding leg. "I wonder how you ever broke such a pretty, fine -limb as that. Well, old fellow, if broken bones are all, we can fix -those."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He passed his hand gently down Billy's neck to his fore flanks, -where it rested for a moment. Billy felt better right away. He -liked this young fellow. He had never heard a voice or felt a touch -that seemed to do him so much good. A tiny little stream ran across -the road not far ahead, and, taking a bright little pail from his cart, -the boy ran to this stream and came back with some water. He -carefully bathed Billy's leg with his handkerchief and then, wetting -the handkerchief thoroughly, he tied it around Billy's leg.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That will do for a little bit," said the boy, "and now we will -just take you right home and fix you up properly."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He stooped down to pick Billy up, and Billy, just as the pony -had done to the boy's neck, rested his nose affectionately on the boy's -bare arm. They were strong arms, too, and with but very little -trouble they lifted Billy up and laid him in the cart on the bed of -soft, springy grass, King barking joyous circles around them all the -way.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"It's lucky for you, old fellow," said the boy, as he gave Billy -a light pat and climbed back to his seat, "that I happened to be -out cutting some feed for my pets."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The dog, King, sprang up on the seat beside the boy and sat -there looking as grave as an owl.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Get up, you Dandy!" said the boy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The saucy little pony stopped to prance for just a minute to show -how good he felt, and then away he darted. The road was smooth, -the little cart was supplied with good springs and the grass kept -off the jar still more, so that the ride was a very easy one. Just at -the outskirts of the village the boy sprang down again and opened -a wide gate. Billy raised up his head a little to look after this -splendid fellow. He wore a gray sweater, a pair of overalls, and a straw -hat, and he was in his bare feet. His nose tilted up a little at the -end and his face was all covered with freckles, but he was tall and -straight, his yellow hair curled from under his hat and his blue eyes -were bright and kind, and Billy thought he had never seen any human -being in this world so fine and handsome. As soon as the gate was -opened, the busy little pony darted through it and, without a word -from the boy, stopped until his driver could close the gate and take -his place again. Two other dogs came running down to meet them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Hello, Curly! Hello, Spot!" called the boy, and he patted -each of the dogs on the head before he climbed back up on his seat -and took the reins.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Back a little way from the road sat a small, white house with -green vines and bright red flowers clambering all over the wide -front porch. The ground in front of the house was glowing with -flower beds; everything looked neat and clean, and as if happy, -contented people lived there. The road from the gate led right past this -house, and back by the kitchen the boy stopped with a "Whoa!" A -pleasant looking woman came out of the kitchen door, and in her -hands she held up a cooky.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Just out of the oven, Bobby boy," she said, and came up to the -wagon to hand it to him. He reached down and patted her cheek -and with the same hand took the hot cooky.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Look in the wagon, mother," he said smiling.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, Bob Sanders!" she cried. "Another animal! I don't -know what your father will say."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, but look, mother!" said the boy, turning round to show her. -"I picked him up at the side of the road and see, he has broken a -leg."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, the poor goat!" said Mrs. Sanders, her voice as full of -sympathy as Bobby's own. Billy liked her voice too. The sound of -it seemed to do him good in the same way that Bobby's voice had. -"I'll go right in and get him some milk," she added.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No, I'd rather you wouldn't, mother," said Bobby. "I'll give -him a drink of water out at the barn, but I don't want him to eat -anything just now. I have got to set that leg and it's likely to be -very painful for him. If he ate anything it might make him very -sick. After it is all through, I'll make him a little mash and feed it -to him."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right, Bobby, you know best," said his mother, and she -stood there watching them until Bobby and his wagon had disappeared -through the gates of the barnyard and behind the barn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>When Bobby jumped out of the wagon, chickens came squawking -and running to him, and clustered around his feet so he could -hardly walk without stepping on them; down from the gable of the -barn whirred some pigeons, which circled about his head and one -of them lit on each shoulder, while another one tumbled off in trying -to get a foothold. Bobby laughed, and, stooping down, stroked the -feathers of some of the chickens and then he reached up and took -one of the pigeons in each hand.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Go, Flash! Go, Rocket," he called, pitching each one of them -into the air as he spoke, and after circling about him they flew back -to their perch under the eaves of the barn while Bobby unhitched -Dandy.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>No sooner was that surprising pony unhitched than he ran back -to the pump. There was a little water standing in the bucket under -the spout, but Dandy upset this at once, and then turned the bucket -right side up again with his nose. There was a leather loop nailed -firmly to the pump handle and, gripping this with his teeth, Dandy -jerked his head up and down until he had pumped a bucket of water, -which he drank with great relish. Then he trotted into the barn -where Bobby presently carried the goat.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>He gave Billy a drink of cool, fresh water and then, after preparing -splints and bandages and getting everything ready, he set the -broken bone in Billy's leg with cool, firm hands. Poor Billy! It -hurt him far worse than it had hurt to break his leg, but after Bobby -had put some ointment on the leg and wrapped it up in soft bandages -and had bound the stiff boards on it to keep it firm while the bone -was healing, it felt a great deal better. Billy's bed was made of -some sweet smelling hay right in front of Dandy's stall, just where -a cool breeze could blow across him, and after Bobby had gone away, -Billy closed his eyes in comfort. Next to being back on Farmer -Klausen's farm with his own mother, this was the nicest place he had -ever been in his life.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>After a long nap, Billy woke up to find Dandy clattering into his -stall.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 93%" id="figure-257"> -<span id="after-a-long-nap-billy-woke-up"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="After a long nap, Billy woke up." src="images/img-127.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">After a long nap, Billy woke up.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Whew, but I'm hot!" said Dandy. "How do you feel?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Pretty good," said Billy, "only my leg does throb and hurt."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No doubt," replied Dandy. "I know when Queen had her -leg broken she told me how it hurt her. You must get around and -see Queen and her babies as soon as you are able, although I expect -by that time they will be in here, tumbling around you. They are -the cutest little puppies I ever saw in my life."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I shall be glad to," said Billy, "but just -now I'm only thinking about one thing. I'm hungry."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That's good," laughed Dandy, "you'll get -something to eat all -right. Nobody -stays hungry around -here. Bobby will be here -with something to eat -soon. He's the best -boy in the world. As soon as you get well enough, he'll teach you -to do tricks."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Tricks?" said Billy in surprise. "I never heard of them. -What are they?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, you'll find out," said Dandy. "I can do a few of them -myself. I can waltz on my hind legs, and stand on my head, and -roll a barrel, and now I'm learning to stand on a globe and roll it -backwards and forwards."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"My, but you are smart!" said Billy. "And does he ever whip -you if you don't do them right?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Dandy laughed and tossed his head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"No indeed!" said he. "Bobby never had a whip in his hand. -We're all of us glad to do anything he tells us."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"If you know how, stupid," croaked a new voice, and Billy -looked up to see a tame black crow sitting in the window.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Stupid yourself, Tarwings," said the pony, but it was in a -friendly tone.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You must have good times here," said Billy, sighing as he -thought of all the places of trouble he had seen in his travels.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"We do," replied Dandy. "Of course it isn't all play. Now I -just came in from hoeing the corn."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You mean that Bobby hoed the corn while you pulled the hoe," -croaked the crow. "Don't mind what he says, Mr. Goat. He'll -make you think that he does it all around here," and then, laughing -hoarsely, the crow flapped his wings and flew away.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Dandy laughed heartily.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"He thinks he's a great mischief maker, but nobody gets angry -at what he says. He doesn't mean a bit of harm by it."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just then Bobby came in with a pail of warm mash for Billy. -The goat hardly knew whether he liked it at the first taste, but as he -ate more of it and felt it warming him up inside, he began to realize -how good it was, and after he had eaten all that Bobby thought it -wise for him to have just then, he lay very contented and lazy while -Bobby rubbed Dandy's smooth coat with a cloth.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Later in the evening a pretty, little red and white cow came into -the barn and turned into her stall beside Dandy's. She was properly -introduced to Billy, and the crow made so much fun of their politeness -that he laughed until he fell out of the window, where he lay -on the hay with his legs sticking up until he was quite through -cackling.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes, I heard all about your case," said Tiny, the cow. "King -came out in the pasture to tell me about it. You were very unfortunate, -but after all you were very lucky that you got to come here, -where nobody ever even gets cross."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>A sharp yelp behind her heels made Tiny jump half out of her -hide, and then King, laughing at the trick he had played on her, -sprang from behind her and over her stall to inquire about Billy. -It seemed strange to Billy to have a dog come near him without -getting ready for a fight, and he could not get over the surprise of -being in a place where everybody seemed to get along so nicely. He -could not understand it at all until Bobby came in again, and then -he reflected that all these animals were simply trained to the kindness -and gentleness that was in their master. Before he went to sleep -that night Billy had some more mash and a few tender mustard -plants to eat, and he slept like a top until morning.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Those were tiresome days for Billy. He did long to get out and -play with the other animals, but he knew that he must first let his -leg heal, so he stood it as patiently as he could. Bobby came to see -him at least two or three times a day and rebandaged his leg as often -as was needed. The leg healed rapidly, and at last Bobby said one -morning:</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Well, old fellow, be good two more days to make sure and -we'll let you out."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Those were the most welcome words that Billy had heard in a -long time, and he licked Bobby's hand for saying them. After Bobby -went away he began to wonder how he should put in those two long, -long days, but before he had time to fret about it he heard a whole -chorus of little yelps, and here came Bobby with King and Queen -and half a dozen pretty baby collies.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Here, old fellow," said Bobby, "I brought you some playmates. -Introduce them, King, and amuse our friend Billy all you can." -Bobby took Dandy from his stall to hitch him up and go into -the village for some lumber, leaving Billy in good company. Such -puppies as those were! They nipped at him, they pulled his tail, -they clawed his beard, they hung on his horns, they sprawled all -over him and came tumbling down on all sides, little, awkward, white -and brown bunches of down. There was no chance for Billy to get -blue or fretful, for those puppies kept him laughing all the time. -Their awkward antics would have made anyone laugh. For the two -whole days that Billy had to stay bandaged up for safety's sake, those -puppies kept him amused, and when on the third day his splints were -taken off and he was allowed to walk out-doors with only a cloth -bandage wrapped around his leg, the puppies scampered out after -him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy blinked his eyes when he got out-doors again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>My, what a fresh, pretty, green world this was, to be sure! How -good it was to be alive! How good it was to be in such a fine home -as this!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="billy-earns-his-name"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER XII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">BILLY EARNS HIS NAME</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="T" src="images/img-cap12.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>he first day Billy was allowed to walk around for only -an hour. The second day he was allowed out for two -hours, and by the end of that week he was turned loose -without a bandage of any sort on his leg, as well as -ever. And how he did enjoy his freedom! He had all the chickens -to get acquainted with, including the two little black bantam roosters, -Spunk and Saucebox, who would jump up on Bobby's finger and -crow whenever they were told to do so. A dozen pigeons he had -to meet, and four dogs—a pair of pointers, Ponto and Patty, and a -pair of greyhounds, Hurricane and Lightning,—none of which had -been in the barn to see him while he was sick.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was while he was meeting all these new friends that he felt -something suddenly swoop on his head, just between his horns, while -something sharp dug into his hair. The other animals to whom he -had been talking began to laugh and a hoarse voice from between his -horns joined in the merriment. Then Billy knew that Tarwings was -taking one of his surprising ways of saying good morning.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Of all the animals here you're the only one that hasn't given me -a ride," said Tarwings, "and now I think I'll take it. Get up!" -He grabbed his beak into the hair on Billy's forehead and spread his -jet-black wings.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oho!" said Billy, "I'll give you a ride you won't like." So he -started forward, but all at once lay down and rolled over. Tarwings -was too quick for him, however, for as Billy went over he flew up in -the air a foot or two, and as Billy came back on his feet there was the -crow again, holding tight with beak and talons, and laughing more -than ever. The pony and the cow were both loose in the barnyard -and they enjoyed the joke on Billy as much as the dogs or the chickens -or pigeons. Billy was the only one in the barnyard who did not seem -to see the fun. His next attempt to get rid of Tarwings was to run -straight at the fence and butt it, but once more the crow was too -quick, and Billy only got a hard bump for his pains, while the crow -settled down on his head again.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're the best of all," laughed the crow. "You put so much -more spirit and spunk into your work. I believe I'll ride with you -always after this."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All right," said Billy, "this time I'll give you a good ride." So -Billy began to go in a circle around and around the barnyard. -All the time he had his eye on a thick clump of gooseberry bushes -over in one corner, and as he ran he gradually widened the circle -until one trip was right close up to those bushes. On the next circle, -just as he came to them, he suddenly wheeled and dived head first in -among them, and this time he caught Jimmy Tarwings. The sharp -branches scraped the crow off of Billy's back and mussed up his -feathers till he looked as if he had been in a cyclone. The thorns -scarcely bothered Billy's tough hide and he quickly made his way -out of the bushes, to join his particular friends, Dandy and King. -This time it was Billy's laugh.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Caw, caw!" cried the crow presently, limping out from the -bushes. He was a sorry looking sight, but the other animals did not -have much pity on him, for he was such a mischief and it was fun -to see him caught at his own game, so they simply capered around -and laughed at him. Bobby, who had just come out in time to see -Billy plunge into the gooseberry bushes, also stopped to laugh, but -when the crow flew to him he quit at once, and smoothing down the -feathers, examined Tarwing carefully to see whether he had any -serious hurt.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Serves you right, old fellow," said he, holding the bird close -up to his cheek. "If you will indulge in rough play, you may -expect to get hurt now and then. Come here, Dandy!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Dandy came running to him and Bobby quickly hitched him up. -Bobby was a busy boy and a thrifty one. He had bought an acre -of ground just behind the barnyard on credit a long time ago, and had -paid for it out of the proceeds of the garden truck which he had -raised on it. He sold eggs and chickens in the village and raised -squab which he sent to the near-by city. Besides this he sometimes -used Dandy and his wagon for light hauling, turning an honest penny -wherever he could. As Mr. Sanders ran the mill in the village and -was doing very nicely in a business way, Bobby was free to keep all -his money for himself and to do with it as he pleased, for he had long -ago proved that he could be trusted with money. To-day he had a -little hauling to do and he drove Dandy out to the road with a cheery -good-bye to his happy barnyard family.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Bobby left the barnyard gate slightly ajar and he had no more -than gone when Billy, as full of curiosity as ever, managed to swing -the gate and push it wide open, then he darted out followed by all -the chickens, which immediately scattered to the flower beds and -vegetable garden to scratch and eat the tender leaves.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Sanders had just hung out her clothes. Nice white linen -always had struck Billy as being a fine thing to chew on. He liked -it almost as well as boys and girls do chewing gum. Of course when -he saw some hanging down for his especial benefit, it was no more -than polite for him to walk up and take a nibble.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Just as he reached up for it, however, Jimmy Tarwings swooped -down on Billy's back to give him a scratch with his talons and a nip -with his bill, and Billy, not expecting it, of course gave a jump and -his head ran right through the neck of one of Mr. Sander's undershirts, -where he stuck. Of course Billy struggled to get away and -of course Jimmy Tarwings, seeing that Billy was fastened, jumped -on his back again and began to claw him with his sharp nails.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 100%" id="figure-258"> -<span id="jimmy-tarwings-swooped-down-on-billy-s-back"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Jimmy Tarwings swooped down on Billy's back." src="images/img-136.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Jimmy Tarwings swooped down on Billy's back.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Get up!" croaked Jimmy. "I'm ready for another ride now. -Get up, goat!"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy ran backwards but the undershirt stuck on his horns and he -could not get it off over his head. He ran forward and it stuck -on his shoulders. One of the clothes-props came down and the line -sank still lower, so that he had a better chance to struggle, which he -did. Another clothes-prop came down and now a great many of the -nice, white clothes lay dragging on the ground. Billy, goaded on by -the crow, gave another terrific lunge, and this time the line came -loose at both ends and the whole string of clothes dragged on the -ground after the galloping goat, while Jimmy Tarwings spread his -wings and shrieked with joy. He was having the ride of his life.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Around the house and past the kitchen Billy tore, scattering -chickens right and left and followed by all the dogs, yelping and -barking and thinking it the greatest fun that had happened in a long -time. Around to the front of the house went the queer procession -and straight through Mrs. Sanders' pet geranium bed, all scarlet with -beautiful blossoms that Billy's samples of wet clothing mashed down -flat.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mrs. Sanders was just opening the front door to scrub off her -porch when she saw her clothes making such a queer trip. Of course -she ran out, but just as she stooped to catch the line a flapping sheet -whipped around her foot and gave her a jerk that sent her rolling -over in the grass, while the rest of the string of clothes swept on -over her, some of the wet garments dragging right across her face. -She was not hurt a bit and she even had to laugh at what a -ridiculous figure she must have cut if anybody had been looking, but -nevertheless she took after Billy and her clothes again. Billy, by -this time, had made a circle which wiped out a pansy bed and now, -frantic to get away from this strange harness and from his tormentor, -the crow, he made a dash for the open front door. The line of -clothes caught on the front step, but now Billy was going so fast -that the undershirt tore and let him kick himself free. Moreover, -as it passed on over his back it caught Jimmy Tarwings, and for -the second time that morning swept him from Billy's back. This -time he was in a worse fix than before, for the wet garment, in -springing back, rolled him up in a tight wad and thumped him -back on the steps.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy dashed straight on toward an open door across the room. -He was so confused that he did not see exactly where he was -going and did not dodge the center table quite in time. He ran -against one leg of it, and over the table went with a crash, throwing -a big lamp over and spilling it on the sofa, drenching it with oil -and breaking a lot of choice china bric-a-brac that Mrs. Sanders -had collected.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Out through the kitchen Billy hurried with the dogs, Mrs. Sanders -right after him. The kitchen door was closed but the -window was open, so Billy gave a jump through it, and here he made -more trouble, for on a low, wide shelf, just outside the kitchen -window, Mrs. Sanders had placed some pies which she had just -taken from the oven. Billy landed on this shelf and upset it, -throwing all the pies upside down on the ground, while the dogs came -pouring out of the window in such haste that some of them turned -somersaults when they reached the gravel. Even the collie puppies -had toddled behind on this chase, and now they could be heard -yelping in the kitchen and wishing that they would hurry and grow -up so that they too could jump through windows. Billy began to -think it was time for him to get away from there, so he whirled -again for the front of the house, ran with all his might down to -the gate and jumped square over it into the road outside.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Fine!" said a cheery voice that Billy recognized at once. -"That was a great jump. I guess I'll have to make a high jumper -out of you."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy stopped, ashamed of himself. For a minute he had been -wanting to run away from this kind friend of his, but all at once -he made up his mind to stay right where he was and take a whipping -if he had to have it, and, as all the dogs piled out of the gate -after him and set up a yelping and capering around Bobby and -Dandy, Billy stood among them, his head hanging down, feeling -very cheap. Bobby, who had forgotten something and come back -for it, was a little puzzled, until he looked up to the house and -saw his mother sitting on the front porch holding up her line of -draggled, dirty clothes, while Tiny, the cow, was calmly eating -up her nasturtium bed, unnoticed. Then Bobby understood.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"You're a bad goat," he said to Billy, shaking his finger at -him. "I have been puzzling what to name you, but now I know," -and by some strange accident he landed on the very name that -Billy's mother had given him long before. "I'm going," he said, -"to call you Billy Mischief."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy had to behave himself splendidly to make the Sanders -family forget that morning's mischief, but at last Mrs. Sanders -remembered that she had seen Jimmy Tarwings on Billy's back when -he was running with the clothes fast to his neck, and so they blamed -it on the crow. They were used to blaming mischief on that busy -bird, so that a little more or less did not matter much to him.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>And now Billy's education began. Every day, for an hour or -so, Bobby taught tricks to the pets. The first time Billy saw this he -scarcely knew his new friends, they were so different and so much -in earnest. First of all, Bobby, who had been training his animals -for a long time, placed a row of boxes in front of the barn.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Dandy!" he cried, and the pony ran quickly to the big box -in the center and stood upon it. "King! Queen!" Bobby cried, -and the two dogs jumped upon the boxes, one each side of the pony. -"Ponto! Patty!" and the next box on each side was filled. "Curly! -Spot! Hurricane! Lightning!" and the next four boxes, two on -each side, were occupied.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>This disposed of all the dogs except the six little collie puppies, -and Bobby next called the names of these, one at a time. Of course -the puppies did not know what to do, but as soon as Bobby had -called the name of one of them he set that one up on its box so that -it would soon learn to know where it belonged.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Jimmy!" called Bobby, and down from the barn fluttered -Jimmy Tarwings and sat on the pony's head. Then Bobby gave -a peculiar low thrilling whistle, and with a whirl and a rush the -pigeons came circling and fluttering down, each one landing on a -head of one of the dogs. "Spunk! Saucebox!" Bobby called, and -the two bantams jumped up, one on each of his outstretched hands. -Two of the pigeons settled down on each of Bobby's shoulders and -one on top of his head. The two bantam roosters started to crow -as loud as they could and that was the signal for the pony and all -the dogs except the puppies to stand up on their hind feet, while -the crow and the pigeons fluttered their wings. "Down!" said -Bobby, and they all settled back upon their haunches. Bobby -dropped his arms and the bantam roosters fluttered to the ground.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Next Bobby brought out a barrel and called Dandy. The pony -came running and with a little jump landed right on top of the -barrel, rolling it forwards and backwards, without Bobby helping -him in any way or even coming near him. Then Bobby took a -mouth harp from his pocket and began to play a lively little waltz -tune, upon which Dandy jumped on top of a little platform that -Bobby had built and standing on his hind feet, began to waltz.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"On your head, now, Dandy," called Bobby, and the pony, after -much struggling, managed to stand on his head for a moment. This -was a new trick that Bobby had been nearly a year in teaching him, -but now he was almost able to do it without trouble although it was -very, very difficult. This was not all of the tricks that Dandy could -do, for he could spell his own name and Bobby's and some others -by pawing printed cards around, and could pick out colors when -told to do so, and could answer questions by nodding his head, and -count up simple figures by pawing with his foot, but his master did -not ask him to do all these tricks this time. Bobby was as considerate -of his animals as if they were human friends.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Bobby next called King and Queen and they came with a rush, -jumping upon the platform and sitting with their fore legs up, happy -and eager. Bobby put the empty barrel, which was open at both -ends and scraped smooth inside, on the platform. Then King and -Queen got one on each side of it and rolled it backward and -forward, then they both jumped on top of it, one facing one way and -the other the other, and rolled it, King walking backwards and -Queen walking forwards. When it was at the very edge of the -platform King walked forwards and Queen walked backwards and -rolled it the other way. Then, at Bobby's command, they stopped -it in the middle of the platform where King stood toward one end -of it, tilting the other end up while Queen pushed that end so that -it stood upright. Then King and Queen jumped into it, both at -once from opposite directions, tilting the barrel over and coming -out side by side, a very difficult trick and one that had taken Bobby -a long while to teach them. Then he threw them a light rubber -ball, and King, taking it in his teeth, would toss it and Queen would -catch it. Then she would toss it back. They were ready to do still -more tricks, but Bobby never put them through all that they knew -at one time, not wishing to tire them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Ponto and Patty!" he called, and the two pointers took the -places of the collies. They stood on rolling globes, turned -somersaults and jumped straight up in the air to catch a piece of red -leather that Bobby had hung from a light, horizontal bar which -he kept putting higher and higher for them. They did other tricks, -and then the greyhounds did some very wonderful high jumping. -The terriers waltzed and turned back springs and walked a tight -rope. The pigeons, at Bobby's command, wheeled in the air, two -by two, by four's, in single file, and in fact went through a regular -drill just above Bobby's head.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>It was a finer performance than those usually seen in traveling -shows. Bobby had taught all these pets of his just for his own -amusement and they seemed to enjoy it just as much as he did, and after -each one had done his part, Bobby always had some little delicacy -for him; a lump of sugar for the pony, little pieces of meat for the -dogs, some special seed for the pigeons, and he had a pat on the -head and a loving word for all of them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"All over!" he cried at last, and the patient animals ran scampering -from their boxes. "Now, Billy Mischief," said Bobby, turning -to our friend, the goat, "come on, and we'll learn a stunt or two -ourselves."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy came willingly enough when his name was called and when -Bobby patted his hands on the boards, Billy jumped upon the -platform.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Shake hands," said Bobby.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Of course Billy did not know what this meant, but Bobby caught -hold of one of his fore feet and lifted it up, shaking it gently, then -he set it down and patted Billy on the flanks. "Shake hands," he -said again, and this time he tapped Billy on the leg. Still Billy -did not know what to do, so Bobby once more picked up his foot -and shook it, then patted him on the shoulder. A dozen times -Bobby patiently did this, until at last when he said, "Shake hands!", -and tapped Billy gently on the leg, Billy lifted up his hoof and -laid it in Bobby's hand to be shaken.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Good boy," said Bobby, patting him and, reaching in his -pocket, he drew out some tender lettuce leaves which he had found -Billy liked better than anything else. That was all for that morning.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>The next morning Bobby only had to say, "Shake hands!" twice -until Billy lifted up his hoof, and before that lesson was over he -only needed the words and did not even need to be tapped on the -leg. For two or three days longer that was all the lesson he got, -because it does not do to try to teach animals too many tricks at -once. It only confuses them, but Billy, once started, was very quick -to learn. Soon he could do as many tricks as the best of them, and -had his box right alongside his friend Dandy's. Some of the tricks -that he had learned were brand new ones. They had never been -seen in a show or anywhere else, and how Billy did like the work! -How he did like Bobby and all his animal friends, and how he did -like this peaceful happy place!</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst" id="a-happy-reunion"><span class="bold large">CHAPTER XIII</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold medium">A HAPPY REUNION</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><img class="dropcap inline" style="height: 6.00em" alt="O" src="images/img-cap13.jpg" /><span class="dropspan"></span><span>ne evening Bobby and his father were standing at the -front gate talking when a dusty, red-faced, little fat -man came trudging along the road with a white goat -dragging at his heels. He was a queer looking figure -and he seemed to be very much worried as he came up to them.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Mister," said he to Mr. Sanders, "could you told me where -I should get such a job yet?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't know of any place," said Mr. Sanders. "Where are -you from? What countryman are you?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I been a Switzer," said the man. "I got no money, no job, -no anything, only this one dumb-headed goat."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Mr. Sanders smiled as he looked from the man to the goat, -both of them woe-begone tramps.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Rather queer," he said, "to be tramping around the country -with a goat. Where did you get it?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"That should be all of my troubles, yet," said the man mournfully. -"When I start von Switzerland I have more as two hundred -goats what I have bought for a partnerships to a man for a goat -farm back there about four hours' walk. I have such a wrecks -by my ship and I lose me all but this one dumb-headed goat. Well, -I have my ticket by the railroad to where this man should have the -goats. I promise him some goats, I got one left, I come all the -way von New York und take it to him and what you think? He -won't have any. Because I don't bring him the more as two -hundred goats what I promise, he won't take even this one dumb-head," -and he scowled at the poor goat at his heels as if it had been the -cause of all of his woe.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How much will you take for your goat?" suddenly broke in Bobby.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh, Bobby boy, you don't want another goat?" objected his -father. "You've got the place overrun now."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Oh but, father, I want a team," said Bobby. "I've been wishing -for one to put on the other side of Billy when I'm having them -do stunts, besides hitching them up to a cart that I am making. They -will make a fine team."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Don't you think you could find better ways than that to spend -your money?" said Mr. Sanders.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I don't think so," said Bobby. "If I can get it at the right -price, it's a good investment. How much will you take?" he asked, -turning to the man.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I take me ten dollars," said the man.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Too much," said Bobby. "It's more than I think the goat is -worth and more than I care to pay."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"How much then?" asked the man.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Seven dollars," answered Bobby. "I don't want to dicker -with you or I would have offered you less. That is the most I can -pay."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Take the goat yes!" said the man. "It's a dumb-head, anyhow. -I belief me."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Bobby opened the gate joyfully and patted the goat on the neck. -The goat, tired and dusty, felt grateful for that touch just as Billy -had felt and when Bobby said "Come on," it followed gladly.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"I'll bring you the money right away," said Bobby. "Come -on," he called again to the goat, and ran back to the barn. -Running into Billy's stall, he said: "Billy, my boy, I've brought a new -friend for you and I want you to be good to this stranger." With -that the strange goat came in after him and Billy leaped up with a -bleat of joy. The new goat was his mother!</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Bobby ran back to the house to get his money, leaving the two -goats together, and they had so much to tell each other at once that -neither one of them heard very much what the other was saying, -until Billy happened to pay attention to where his mother was -explaining how she had just been sold to Bobby.</span></p> -<div class="align-center auto-scaled figure margin" style="width: 96%" id="figure-259"> -<span id="neither-one-of-them-heard-very-much-what-the-other-was-saying"></span><img class="align-center block" style="display: block; width: 100%" alt="Neither one of them heard very much what the other was saying." src="images/img-150.jpg" /> -<div class="caption centerleft figure-caption margin"> -<span class="italics">Neither one of them heard very much what the other was saying.</span></div> -</div> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wait a minute," said Billy, "did you say that man was out -there now?"</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Yes," answered his mother. "Bobby just went to get him -some money."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"Wait right here a minute," said Billy. "I owe him something -for throwing me overboard into the sea, and I always like to -pay my debts."</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Out of the barn he ran, through the gate, down the drive, and -cleared the road gate with a pretty jump. Then he wheeled to -where the fat man, the money in his pocket, was saying good-bye -to Bobby and his father. Billy had no time to say anything just -then; he just ran with his head down. The fat man turned and -saw Billy coming and started to run toward the village, going so -fast that he fairly waddled sideways, but there was no use for him -to run. Like two freight cars bumping together, Billy landed on -fat Hans Zug just once.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>"A thousand lightnings yet again!" yelled Hans.</span></p> -<p class="pnext"><span>Billy did not stop to answer him. He just trotted back, jumped -over the gate and hurried on to the barn to talk to his mother, about -this splendid, contented home that was to be theirs for a long time -to come. And we could not say good-bye to them in a happier place.</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span>* * * * * * * *</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 4em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold large">The</span></p> -<p class="center pnext"><span class="bold x-large">Billy Whiskers Series</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">By -<br />Frances -<br />Trego -<br />Montgomery</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="pfirst"><span>The antics of frolicsome Billy Whiskers, -that adventuresome goat Mrs. Montgomery writes -about in these stories make all the boys and girls -chuckle—and every story that is issued about -him is pronounced by them "better than the last."</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 2em"> -</div> -<p class="center pfirst"><span class="bold medium">TITLES IN SERIES</span></p> -<div class="vspace" style="height: 1em"> -</div> -<p class="noindent pfirst"><span>1. 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