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@@ -1,341 +1,314 @@ -Project Gutenberg's The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack, by Thornton W. Burgess +*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 5846 *** -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org +[Illustration: “Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter +Rabbit] -Title: The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack -Author: Thornton W. Burgess -Release Date: June, 2004 [EBook #5846] -This file was first posted on September 11, 2002 -Last Updated: March 10, 2018 + The Bedtime Story-Books -Language: English -Character set encoding: UTF-8 + THE ADVENTURES OF + POOR MRS. QUACK -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. QUACK *** + By + Thornton W. Burgess + Author of “Old Mother West Wind,” “The Bedtime Story-Books,” etc. + With Illustrations by + _HARRISON CADY_ -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team + CONTENTS + I. Peter Rabbit Becomes Acquainted with Mrs. Quack + II. Mrs. Quack is Distrustful + III. Mrs. Quack Tells About Her Home + IV. Mrs. Quack Continues Her Story + V. Peter Learns More of Mrs. Quack's Troubles + VI. Farmer Brown's Boy Visits the Smiling Pool + VII. Mrs. Quack Returns + VIII. Mrs. Quack Has a Good Meal and a Rest + IX. Peter Rabbit Makes an Early Call + X. How Mr. and Mrs. Quack Started North + XI. The Terrible, Terrible Guns + XII. What Did Happen to Mr. Quack + XIII. Peter Tells About Mrs. Quack + XIV. Sammy Jay's Plan to Help Mrs. Quack + XV. The Hunt for Mr. Quack + XVI. Sammy Jay Sees Something Green + XVII. Mr. Quack Is Found at Last + XVIII. Sammy Jay Sends Mrs. Quack to the Swamp + XIX. Jerry Muskrat's Great Idea + XX. Happy Days for Mr. and Mrs. Quack + LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS -THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. QUACK + “Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit -The Bedtime Story-Books + Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool -By Thornton W. Burgess + “Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator'” + “Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours and never say + can't” -Author of “Old Mother West Wind,” “The Bedtime Story-Books,” etc. + “Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack” + Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond of + Paddy the Beaver -CONTENTS + I + PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH + MRS. QUACK - I. Peter Rabbit Becomes Acquainted with Mrs. Quack - II. Mrs. Quack is Distrustful - III. Mrs. Quack Tells About Her Home - IV. Mrs. Quack Continues Her Story - V. Peter Learns More of Mrs. Quack's Troubles - VI. Farmer Brown's Boy Visits the Smiling Pool - VII. Mrs. Quack Returns - VIII. Mrs. Quack Has a Good Meal and a Rest - IX. Peter Rabbit Makes an Early Call - X. How Mr. and Mrs. Quack Started North - XI. The Terrible, Terrible Guns - XII. What Did Happen to Mr. Quack - XIII. Peter Tells About Mrs. Quack - XIV. Sammy Jay's Plan to Help Mrs. Quack - XV. The Hunt for Mr. Quack - XVI. Sammy Jay Sees Something Green - XVII. Mr. Quack Is Found at Last - XVIII.Sammy Jay Sends Mrs. Quack to the Swamp - XIX. Jerry Muskrat's Great Idea - XX. Happy Days for Mr. and Mrs. Quack - - -LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS - -“Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit -Frontispiece - -Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool - -“Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator'” - -“Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours and never -say can't” - -“Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack” - -Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond -of Paddy the Beaver - - - - -I - -PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MRS. QUACK - - -Make a new acquaintance every time you can; You'll find it -interesting and a very helpful plan. + Make a new acquaintance every time you can; + You'll find it interesting and a very helpful plan. It means more knowledge. You cannot meet any one without learning something from him if you keep your ears open and your eyes open. -Every one is at least a little different from every one else, and -the more people you know, the more you may learn. Peter Rabbit -knows this, and that is one reason he always is so eager to find out -about other people. He had left Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon in the -Green Forest and had headed for the Smiling Pool to see if Grandfather -Frog was awake yet. He had no idea of meeting a stranger there, and -so you can imagine just how surprised he was when he got in sight -of the Smiling Pool to see some one whom he never had seen before -swimming about there. He knew right away who it was. He knew that -it was Mrs. Quack the Duck, because he had often heard about her. And -then, too, it was very clear from her looks that she was a cousin -of the ducks he had seen in Farmer Brown's dooryard. The difference -was that while they were big and white and stupid-looking, Mrs. -Quack was smaller, brown, very trim, and looked anything but stupid. +Every one is at least a little different from every one else, and the +more people you know, the more you may learn. Peter Rabbit knows this, +and that is one reason he always is so eager to find out about other +people. He had left Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon in the Green Forest and +had headed for the Smiling Pool to see if Grandfather Frog was awake +yet. He had no idea of meeting a stranger there, and so you can imagine +just how surprised he was when he got in sight of the Smiling Pool to +see some one whom he never had seen before swimming about there. He +knew right away who it was. He knew that it was Mrs. Quack the Duck, +because he had often heard about her. And then, too, it was very clear +from her looks that she was a cousin of the ducks he had seen in Farmer +Brown's dooryard. The difference was that while they were big and white +and stupid-looking, Mrs. Quack was smaller, brown, very trim, and +looked anything but stupid. Peter was so surprised to see her in the Smiling Pool that he almost -forgot to be polite. I am afraid he stared in a very impolite way -as he hurried to the edge of the bank. “I suppose,” said Peter, -“that you are Mrs. Quack, but I never expected to see you unless I -should go over to the Big River, and that is a place I never have -visited and hardly expect to because it is too far from the dear -Old Briar-patch. You are Mrs. Quack, aren't you?” +forgot to be polite. I am afraid he stared in a very impolite way as +he hurried to the edge of the bank. “I suppose,” said Peter, “that you +are Mrs. Quack, but I never expected to see you unless I should go over +to the Big River, and that is a place I never have visited and hardly +expect to because it is too far from the dear Old Briar-patch. You are +Mrs. Quack, aren't you?” -“Yes,” replied Mrs. Quack, “and you must be Peter Rabbit. I've heard -of you very often.” All the time Mrs. Quack was swimming back and -forth and in little circles in the most uneasy way. +“Yes,” replied Mrs. Quack, “and you must be Peter Rabbit. I've heard of +you very often.” All the time Mrs. Quack was swimming back and forth +and in little circles in the most uneasy way. “I hope you've heard nothing but good of me,” replied Peter. -Mrs. Quack stopped her uneasy swimming for a minute and almost -smiled as she looked at Peter, “The worst I have heard is that you -are very curious about other people's affairs,” said she. +Mrs. Quack stopped her uneasy swimming for a minute and almost smiled +as she looked at Peter, “The worst I have heard is that you are very +curious about other people's affairs,” said she. Peter looked a wee, wee bit foolish, and then he laughed right out. “I guess that is true enough,” said he. “I like to learn all I can, -and how can I learn without being curious? I'm curious right now. -I'm wondering what brings you to the Smiling Pool when you never -have been here before. It is the last place in the world I ever -expected to find you.” - -“That's why I'm here,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I hope others feel the -same way. I came here because I just HAD to find some place where -people wouldn't expect to find me and so wouldn't come looking for -me. Little Joe Otter saw me yesterday on the Big River and told me -of this place, and so, because I just had to go somewhere, I came -here.” - -Peter's eyes opened very wide with surprise. “Why,” he exclaimed, -“I should think you would be perfectly safe on the Big River! I -don't see how any harm can possibly come to you out there.” - -The words were no sooner out of Peter's mouth than a faint bang -sounded from way off towards the Big River. Mrs. Quack gave a great -start and half lifted her wings as if to fly. But she thought better -of it, and then Peter saw that she was trembling all over. +and how can I learn without being curious? I'm curious right now. I'm +wondering what brings you to the Smiling Pool when you never have been +here before. It is the last place in the world I ever expected to find +you.” + +“That's why I'm here,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I hope others feel the same +way. I came here because I just _had_ to find some place where people +wouldn't expect to find me and so wouldn't come looking for me. Little +Joe Otter saw me yesterday on the Big River and told me of this place, +and so, because I just had to go somewhere, I came here.” + +Peter's eyes opened very wide with surprise. “Why,” he exclaimed, “I +should think you would be perfectly safe on the Big River! I don't see +how any harm can possibly come to you out there.” + +The words were no sooner out of Peter's mouth than a faint bang sounded +from way off towards the Big River. Mrs. Quack gave a great start and +half lifted her wings as if to fly. But she thought better of it, and +then Peter saw that she was trembling all over. “Did you hear that?” she asked in a faint voice. -Peter nodded. “That was a gun, a terrible gun, but it was a long -way from here,” said he. +Peter nodded. “That was a gun, a terrible gun, but it was a long way +from here,” said he. -“It was over on the Big River,” said Mrs. Quack. “That's why it -isn't safe for me over there. That's why I just had to find some -other place. Oh, dear, the very sound of a gun sets me to shaking -and makes my heart feel as if it would stop beating. Are you sure -I am perfectly safe here?” +“It was over on the Big River,” said Mrs. Quack. “That's why it isn't +safe for me over there. That's why I just had to find some other place. +Oh, dear, the very sound of a gun sets me to shaking and makes my heart +feel as if it would stop beating. Are you sure I am perfectly safe +here?” -“Perfectly,” spoke up Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening from -the top of the Big Rock, where he was lunching on a clam, “unless -you are not smart enough to keep out of the clutches of Reddy Fox -or Old Man Coyote or Hooty the Owl or Redtail the Hawk.” +“Perfectly,” spoke up Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening from the +top of the Big Rock, where he was lunching on a clam, “unless you are +not smart enough to keep out of the clutches of Reddy Fox or Old Man +Coyote or Hooty the Owl or Redtail the Hawk.” -“I'm not afraid of THEM,” declared Mrs. Quack. “It's those two-legged +“I'm not afraid of _them_,” declared Mrs. Quack. “It's those two-legged creatures with terrible guns I'm afraid of,” and she began to swim about more uneasily than ever. -II + II -MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL + MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL Jerry Muskrat thinks there is no place in the world like the Smiling -Pool. So, for the matter of that, does Grandfather Frog and also -Spotty the Turtle. You see, they have spent their lives there and -know little about the rest of the Great World. When Mrs. Quack -explained that all she feared was that a two-legged creature with -a terrible gun might find her there, Jerry Muskrat hastened to tell -her that she had nothing to worry about on that account. +Pool. So, for the matter of that, does Grandfather Frog and also Spotty +the Turtle. You see, they have spent their lives there and know little +about the rest of the Great World. When Mrs. Quack explained that all +she feared was that a two-legged creature with a terrible gun might +find her there, Jerry Muskrat hastened to tell her that she had nothing +to worry about on that account. “No one hunts here now that Farmer Brown's boy has put away his -terrible gun,” explained Jerry. “There was a time when he used to -hunt here and set traps, which are worse than terrible guns, but -that was long ago, before he knew any better.” +terrible gun,” explained Jerry. “There was a time when he used to hunt +here and set traps, which are worse than terrible guns, but that was +long ago, before he knew any better.” -“Who is Farmer Brown's boy?” demanded Mrs. Quack, looking more -anxious than ever. “Is he one of those two-legged creatures?” +“Who is Farmer Brown's boy?” demanded Mrs. Quack, looking more anxious +than ever. “Is he one of those two-legged creatures?” “Yes,” said Peter Rabbit, who had been listening with all his ears, “but he is the best friend we Quaddies have got. He is such a good -friend that he ought to be a Quaddy himself. Why, this last winter -he fed some of us when food was scarce, and he saved Mrs. Grouse -when she was caught in a snare, which you know is a kind of trap. -He won't let any harm come to you here, Mrs. Quack.” +friend that he ought to be a Quaddy himself. Why, this last winter he +fed some of us when food was scarce, and he saved Mrs. Grouse when she +was caught in a snare, which you know is a kind of trap. He won't let +any harm come to you here, Mrs. Quack.” -“I wouldn't trust him, not for one single little minute,” declared -Mrs. Quack. “I wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures, -not ONE. You say he fed some of you last winter, but that doesn't -mean anything good. Do you know what I've known these two-legged -creatures to do?” +“I wouldn't trust him, not for one single little minute,” declared Mrs. +Quack. “I wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures, not _one_. +You say he fed some of you last winter, but that doesn't mean anything +good. Do you know what I've known these two-legged creatures to do?” “What?” demanded Peter and Jerry together. -“I've known them to scatter food where we Ducks would be sure to -find it and to take the greatest care that nothing should frighten -us while we were eating. And then, after we had got in the habit -of feeding in that particular place and had grown to feel perfectly -safe there, they have hidden close by until a lot of us were feeding -together and then fired their terrible guns and killed a lot of -my friends and dreadfully hurt a lot more. I wouldn't trust one of -them, not ONE!” +“I've known them to scatter food where we Ducks would be sure to find +it and to take the greatest care that nothing should frighten us while +we were eating. And then, after we had got in the habit of feeding in +that particular place and had grown to feel perfectly safe there, they +have hidden close by until a lot of us were feeding together and then +fired their terrible guns and killed a lot of my friends and dreadfully +hurt a lot more. I wouldn't trust one of them, not _one_!” “Oh, how dreadful!” cried Peter, looking quite as shocked as he felt. Then he added eagerly, “But our Farmer Brown's boy wouldn't do anything like that. You haven't the least thing to fear from him.” -“Perhaps not,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking her head doubtfully, “but -I wouldn't trust him. I wouldn't trust him as far off as I could -see him. The Smiling Pool is a very nice place, although it is -dreadfully small, but if Farmer Brown's boy is likely to come over -here, I guess I better look for some other place, though goodness -knows where I will find one where I will feel perfectly safe.” +“Perhaps not,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking her head doubtfully, “but I +wouldn't trust him. I wouldn't trust him as far off as I could see him. +The Smiling Pool is a very nice place, although it is dreadfully small, +but if Farmer Brown's boy is likely to come over here, I guess I better +look for some other place, though goodness knows where I will find one +where I will feel perfectly safe.” “You are safe right here, if you have sense enough to stay here,” - declared Jerry Muskrat rather testily. “Don't you suppose Peter -and I know what we are talking about?” +declared Jerry Muskrat rather testily. “Don't you suppose Peter and I +know what we are talking about?” -“I wish I could believe so,” returned Mrs. Quack sadly, “but if -you had been through what I've been through, and suffered what I've -suffered, you wouldn't believe any place safe, and you certainly -wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks -they haven't given me a chance to get a square meal, and--and--I -don't know what has become of Mr. Quack, and I'm all alone!” There -was a little sob in her voice and tears in her eyes. +“I wish I could believe so,” returned Mrs. Quack sadly, “but if you had +been through what I've been through, and suffered what I've suffered, +you wouldn't believe any place safe, and you certainly wouldn't trust +one of those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks they haven't given me +a chance to get a square meal, and--and--I don't know what has become +of Mr. Quack, and I'm all alone!” There was a little sob in her voice +and tears in her eyes. “Tell us all about it,” begged Peter. “Perhaps we can help you.” -III + III -MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME + MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME -“It's a long story,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her -eyes, “and I hardly know where to begin.” +“It's a long story,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her eyes, +“and I hardly know where to begin.” “Begin at the beginning,” said Jerry Muskrat. “Your home is somewhere way up in the Northland where Honker the Goose lives, isn't it?” -Mrs. Quack nodded. “I wish I were there this very minute,” she -replied, the tears coming again. “But sometimes I doubt if ever -I'll get there again. You folks who don't have to leave your homes -every year don't know how well off you are or how much you have to -be thankful for.” +Mrs. Quack nodded. “I wish I were there this very minute,” she replied, +the tears coming again. “But sometimes I doubt if ever I'll get there +again. You folks who don't have to leave your homes every year don't +know how well off you are or how much you have to be thankful for.” -“I never could understand what people want to leave their homes -for, anyway,” declared Peter. +“I never could understand what people want to leave their homes for, +anyway,” declared Peter. -“We don't leave because we want to, but because we HAVE to,” replied -Mrs. Quack, “and we go back just as soon as we can. What would you -do if you couldn't find a single thing to eat?” +“We don't leave because we want to, but because we _have_ to,” replied +Mrs. Quack, “and we go back just as soon as we can. What would you do +if you couldn't find a single thing to eat?” “I guess I'd starve,” replied Peter simply. “I guess you would, and that is just what we would do, if we didn't -take the long journey south when Jack Frost freezes everything -tight up there where my home is,” returned Mrs. Quack. “He comes -earlier up there and stays twice as long as he does here, and -makes ten times as much ice and snow. We get most of our food in -the water or in the mud under the water, as of course you know, -and when the water is frozen, there isn't a scrap of anything we -can get to eat. We just HAVE to come south. It isn't because we -want to, but because we must! There is nothing else for us to do.” - -“Then I don't see what you want to make your home in such a place -for,” said practical Peter. “I should think you would make it where -you can live all the year around.” +take the long journey south when Jack Frost freezes everything tight +up there where my home is,” returned Mrs. Quack. “He comes earlier up +there and stays twice as long as he does here, and makes ten times as +much ice and snow. We get most of our food in the water or in the mud +under the water, as of course you know, and when the water is frozen, +there isn't a scrap of anything we can get to eat. We just _have_ to +come south. It isn't because we want to, but because we must! There is +nothing else for us to do.” + +“Then I don't see what you want to make your home in such a place for,” +said practical Peter. “I should think you would make it where you can +live all the year around.” “I was born up there, and I love it just as you love the dear Old -Briar-patch,” replied Mrs. Quack simply. “It is home, and there -is no place like home. Besides, it is a very beautiful and a very -wonderful place in summer. There is everything that Ducks and Geese -love. We have all we want of the food we love best. Everywhere is -shallow water with tall grass growing in it.” +Briar-patch,” replied Mrs. Quack simply. “It is home, and there is no +place like home. Besides, it is a very beautiful and a very wonderful +place in summer. There is everything that Ducks and Geese love. We have +all we want of the food we love best. Everywhere is shallow water with +tall grass growing in it.” -“Huh!” interrupted Peter, “I wouldn't think much of a place like -that.” +“Huh!” interrupted Peter, “I wouldn't think much of a place like that.” -“That's because you don't know what is good,” snapped Jerry -Muskrat. “It would suit me,” he added, with shining eyes. +“That's because you don't know what is good,” snapped Jerry Muskrat. +“It would suit me,” he added, with shining eyes. -“There are the dearest little islands just made for safe nesting-places,” - continued Mrs. Quack, without heeding the interruptions. “And the -days are long, and it is easy to hide, and there is nothing to -fear, for two-legged creatures with terrible guns never come there.” +“There are the dearest little islands just made for safe +nesting-places,” continued Mrs. Quack, without heeding the +interruptions. “And the days are long, and it is easy to hide, and +there is nothing to fear, for two-legged creatures with terrible guns +never come there.” “If there is nothing to fear, why do you care about places to hide?” - demanded Peter. +demanded Peter. -“Well, of course, we have enemies, just as you do here, but they -are natural enemies,--Foxes and Minks and Hawks and Owls,” explained -Mrs. Quack. “Of course, we have to watch out for them and have -places where we can hide from them, but it is our wits against their -wits, and it is our own fault if we get caught. That is perfectly -fair, so we don't mind that. It is only men who are not fair. They -don't know what fairness is.” +“Well, of course, we have enemies, just as you do here, but they are +natural enemies,--Foxes and Minks and Hawks and Owls,” explained Mrs. +Quack. “Of course, we have to watch out for them and have places where +we can hide from them, but it is our wits against their wits, and +it is our own fault if we get caught. That is perfectly fair, so we +don't mind that. It is only men who are not fair. They don't know what +fairness is.” -Peter nodded that he understood, and Mrs. Quack went on. “Last -summer Mr. Quack and I had our nest on the dearest little island, -and no one found it. First we had twelve eggs, and then twelve of -the dearest babies you ever saw.” +Peter nodded that he understood, and Mrs. Quack went on. “Last summer +Mr. Quack and I had our nest on the dearest little island, and no one +found it. First we had twelve eggs, and then twelve of the dearest +babies you ever saw.” “Maybe,” said Peter doubtfully, thinking of his own babies. -“They grew so fast that by the time the cold weather came, they -were as big as their father and mother,” continued Mrs. Quack. -“And they were smart, too. They had learned how to take care of -themselves just as well as I could. I certainly was proud of that -family. But now I don't know where one of them is.” +“They grew so fast that by the time the cold weather came, they were as +big as their father and mother,” continued Mrs. Quack. “And they were +smart, too. They had learned how to take care of themselves just as +well as I could. I certainly was proud of that family. But now I don't +know where one of them is.” Mrs. Quack suddenly choked up with grief, and Peter Rabbit politely turned his head away. @@ -343,48 +316,47 @@ turned his head away. -IV + IV -MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY + MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY When Mrs. Quack told of her twelve children and how she didn't know -where one of them was, Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew just -how badly she was feeling, and they turned their heads away and -pretended that they didn't see her tears. In a few minutes she -bravely went on with her story. +where one of them was, Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew just how +badly she was feeling, and they turned their heads away and pretended +that they didn't see her tears. In a few minutes she bravely went on +with her story. “When Jack Frost came and we knew it was time to begin the long -journey, Mr. Quack and myself and our twelve children joined -with some other Duck families, and with Mr. Quack in the lead, we -started for our winter home, which really isn't a home but just a -place to stay. For a while we had nothing much to fear. We would -fly by day and at night rest in some quiet lake or pond or on some -river, with the Great Woods all about us or sometimes great marshes. -Perhaps you don't know what marshes are. If the Green Meadows here -had little streams of water running every which way through them, -and the ground was all soft and muddy and full of water, and the -grass grew tall, they would be marshes.” - -Jerry Muskrat's eyes sparkled. “I would like a place like that!” - he exclaimed. - -“You certainly would,” replied Mrs. Quack. “We always find lots of -your relatives in such places.” - -“Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit, -who had been thinking the matter over. - -“Very much the same, only with grass and rushes in place of trees -and bushes,” replied Mrs. Quack. “There is plenty to eat and the -loveliest hiding-places. In some of these we stayed days at a time. -In fact, we stayed until Jack Frost came to drive us out. Then as -we flew, we began to see the homes of these terrible two-legged -creatures called men, and from that time on we never knew a minute -of peace, excepting when we were flying high in the air or far out -over the water. If we could have just kept flying all the time or -never had to go near the shore, we would have been all right. But -we had to eat.” +journey, Mr. Quack and myself and our twelve children joined with some +other Duck families, and with Mr. Quack in the lead, we started for +our winter home, which really isn't a home but just a place to stay. +For a while we had nothing much to fear. We would fly by day and at +night rest in some quiet lake or pond or on some river, with the Great +Woods all about us or sometimes great marshes. Perhaps you don't know +what marshes are. If the Green Meadows here had little streams of water +running every which way through them, and the ground was all soft +and muddy and full of water, and the grass grew tall, they would be +marshes.” + +Jerry Muskrat's eyes sparkled. “I would like a place like that!” he +exclaimed. + +“You certainly would,” replied Mrs. Quack. “We always find lots of your +relatives in such places.” + +“Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit, who had +been thinking the matter over. + +“Very much the same, only with grass and rushes in place of trees and +bushes,” replied Mrs. Quack. “There is plenty to eat and the loveliest +hiding-places. In some of these we stayed days at a time. In fact, we +stayed until Jack Frost came to drive us out. Then as we flew, we began +to see the homes of these terrible two-legged creatures called men, and +from that time on we never knew a minute of peace, excepting when we +were flying high in the air or far out over the water. If we could have +just kept flying all the time or never had to go near the shore, we +would have been all right. But we had to eat.” “Of course,” said Peter. “Everybody has to eat.” @@ -392,1019 +364,988 @@ we had to eat.” “Certainly,” said Peter. “Everybody has to do that.” -“And to eat we had to go in close to shore where the water was -not at all deep, because it is only in such places that we can get -food,” continued Mrs. Quack. “It takes a lot of strength to fly -as we fly, and strength requires plenty of food. Mr. Quack knew all -the best feeding-places, for he had made the long journey several -times, so every day he would lead the way to one of these. He always -chose the wildest and most lonely looking places he could find, as -far as possible from the homes of men, but even then he was never -careless. He would lead us around back and forth over the place -he had chosen, and we would all look with all our might for signs -of danger. If we saw none, we would drop down a little nearer and -a little nearer. But with all our watchfulness, we never could be -sure, absolutely sure, that all was safe. Sometimes those terrible -two-legged creatures would be hiding in the very middle of the -wildest, most lonely looking marshes. They would be covered with -grass so that we couldn't see them. Then, as we flew over them, -would come the bang, bang, bang, bang of terrible guns, and always -some of our flock would drop. We would have to leave them behind, -for we knew if we wanted to live we must get beyond the reach of -those terrible guns. So we would fly our hardest. It was awful, -just simply awful!” +“And to eat we had to go in close to shore where the water was not at +all deep, because it is only in such places that we can get food,” +continued Mrs. Quack. “It takes a lot of strength to fly as we fly, +and strength requires plenty of food. Mr. Quack knew all the best +feeding-places, for he had made the long journey several times, so +every day he would lead the way to one of these. He always chose +the wildest and most lonely looking places he could find, as far as +possible from the homes of men, but even then he was never careless. +He would lead us around back and forth over the place he had chosen, +and we would all look with all our might for signs of danger. If we saw +none, we would drop down a little nearer and a little nearer. But with +all our watchfulness, we never could be sure, absolutely sure, that all +was safe. Sometimes those terrible two-legged creatures would be hiding +in the very middle of the wildest, most lonely looking marshes. They +would be covered with grass so that we couldn't see them. Then, as we +flew over them, would come the bang, bang, bang, bang of terrible guns, +and always some of our flock would drop. We would have to leave them +behind, for we knew if we wanted to live we must get beyond the reach +of those terrible guns. So we would fly our hardest. It was awful, just +simply awful!” Mrs. Quack paused and shuddered, and Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat shuddered in sympathy. -“Sometimes we would have to try three or four feeding-places before -we found one where there were no terrible guns. And when we did -find one, we would be so tired and frightened that we couldn't -enjoy our food, and we didn't dare to sleep without some one on -watch all the time. It was like that every day. The farther we got, -the worse it became. Our flock grew smaller and smaller. Those who -escaped the terrible guns would be so frightened that they would -forget to follow their leader and would fly in different directions -and later perhaps join other flocks. So it was that when at last we -reached the place in the sunny Southland for which we had started, -Mr. Quack and I were alone. What became of our twelve children I -don't know. I am afraid the terrible guns killed some. I hope some -joined other flocks and escaped, but I don't know.” +“Sometimes we would have to try three or four feeding-places before we +found one where there were no terrible guns. And when we did find one, +we would be so tired and frightened that we couldn't enjoy our food, +and we didn't dare to sleep without some one on watch all the time. It +was like that every day. The farther we got, the worse it became. Our +flock grew smaller and smaller. Those who escaped the terrible guns +would be so frightened that they would forget to follow their leader +and would fly in different directions and later perhaps join other +flocks. So it was that when at last we reached the place in the sunny +Southland for which we had started, Mr. Quack and I were alone. What +became of our twelve children I don't know. I am afraid the terrible +guns killed some. I hope some joined other flocks and escaped, but I +don't know.” “I hope they did too,” said Peter. -V + V -PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK'S TROUBLES + PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK'S TROUBLES -It often happens when we know The troubles that our friends -pass through, Our own seem very small indeed; You'll -always find that this is true. + It often happens when we know + The troubles that our friends pass through, + Our own seem very small indeed; + You'll always find that this is true. “My, you must have felt glad when you reached your winter home!” - exclaimed Peter Rabbit when Mrs. Quack finished the account of her -long, terrible journey from her summer home in the far Northland -to her winter home in the far Southland. +exclaimed Peter Rabbit when Mrs. Quack finished the account of her +long, terrible journey from her summer home in the far Northland to her +winter home in the far Southland. -“I did,” replied Mrs. Quack, “but all the time I couldn't forget -those to whom terrible things had happened on the way down, and -then, too, I kept dreading the long journey back.” +“I did,” replied Mrs. Quack, “but all the time I couldn't forget those +to whom terrible things had happened on the way down, and then, too, I +kept dreading the long journey back.” “I don't see why you didn't stay right there. I would have,” said Peter, nodding his head with an air of great wisdom. -“Not if you were I,” replied Mrs. Quack. “In the first place it -isn't a proper place in which to bring up young Ducks and make them -strong and healthy. In the second place there are more dangers down -there for young Ducks than up in the far Northland. In the third -place there isn't room for all the Ducks to nest properly. And -lastly there is a great longing for our real home, which Old Mother -Nature has put in our hearts and which just MAKES us go. We couldn't -be happy if we didn't.” +“Not if you were I,” replied Mrs. Quack. “In the first place it isn't +a proper place in which to bring up young Ducks and make them strong +and healthy. In the second place there are more dangers down there for +young Ducks than up in the far Northland. In the third place there +isn't room for all the Ducks to nest properly. And lastly there is a +great longing for our real home, which Old Mother Nature has put in our +hearts and which just _makes_ us go. We couldn't be happy if we didn't.” “Is the journey back as bad as the journey down?” asked Peter. “Worse, very much worse,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. “You can see for yourself just how bad it is, for here I am all alone.” Tears -filled Mrs. Quack's eyes. “It is almost too terrible to talk about,” - she continued after a minute. “You see, for one thing, food isn't +filled Mrs. Quack's eyes. “It is almost too terrible to talk about,” +she continued after a minute. “You see, for one thing, food isn't as plentiful as it is in the fall, and we just have to go wherever it is to be found. Those two-legged creatures know where those feeding-grounds are just as well as we do, and they hide there with -their terrible guns just as they did when we were coming south. -But it is much worse now, very much worse. You see, when we were -going the other way, if we found them at one place we could go on -to another, but when we are going north we cannot always do that. -We cannot go any faster than Jack Frost does. Sometimes we are -driven out of a place by the bang, bang of the terrible guns and go -on, only to find that we have caught up with Jack Frost, and that -the ponds and the rivers are still covered with ice. Then there -is nothing to do but to turn back to where those terrible guns are -waiting for us. We just HAVE to do it.” +their terrible guns just as they did when we were coming south. But it +is much worse now, very much worse. You see, when we were going the +other way, if we found them at one place we could go on to another, +but when we are going north we cannot always do that. We cannot go any +faster than Jack Frost does. Sometimes we are driven out of a place by +the bang, bang of the terrible guns and go on, only to find that we +have caught up with Jack Frost, and that the ponds and the rivers are +still covered with ice. Then there is nothing to do but to turn back to +where those terrible guns are waiting for us. We just _have_ to do it.” Mrs. Quack stopped and shivered. “It seems to me I have heard nothing but the noise of those terrible guns ever since we started,” said -she. “I haven't had a good square meal for days and days, nor a -good rest. That is what makes me so dreadfully nervous. Sometimes, -when we had been driven from place to place until we had caught up -with Jack Frost, there would be nothing but ice excepting in small -places in a river where the water runs too swiftly to freeze. We -would just have to drop into one of these to rest a little, because -we had flown so far that our wings ached as if they would drop -off. Then just as we would think we were safe for a little while, -there would come the bang of a terrible gun. Then we would have -to fly again as long as we could, and finally come back to the same -place because there was no other place where we could go. Then we -would have to do it all over again until night came. Sometimes I -think that those men with terrible guns must hate us and want to -kill every one of us. If they didn't, they would have a little bit -of pity. They simply haven't any hearts at all.” +she. “I haven't had a good square meal for days and days, nor a good +rest. That is what makes me so dreadfully nervous. Sometimes, when we +had been driven from place to place until we had caught up with Jack +Frost, there would be nothing but ice excepting in small places in a +river where the water runs too swiftly to freeze. We would just have to +drop into one of these to rest a little, because we had flown so far +that our wings ached as if they would drop off. Then just as we would +think we were safe for a little while, there would come the bang of a +terrible gun. Then we would have to fly again as long as we could, and +finally come back to the same place because there was no other place +where we could go. Then we would have to do it all over again until +night came. Sometimes I think that those men with terrible guns must +hate us and want to kill every one of us. If they didn't, they would +have a little bit of pity. They simply haven't any hearts at all.” “It does seem so,” agreed Peter. “But wait until you know Farmer -Brown's boy! HE'S got a heart!” he added brightly. +Brown's boy! _He's_ got a heart!” he added brightly. “I don't want to know him,” retorted Mrs. Quack. “If he comes near -here, you'll see me leave in a hurry. I wouldn't trust one of them, -not one minute. You don't think he will come, do you?” +here, you'll see me leave in a hurry. I wouldn't trust one of them, not +one minute. You don't think he will come, do you?” -Peter sat up and looked across the Green Meadows, and his heart -sank. “He's coming now, but I'm sure he won't hurt you, Mrs. Quack,” - said he. +Peter sat up and looked across the Green Meadows, and his heart sank. +“He's coming now, but I'm sure he won't hurt you, Mrs. Quack,” said he. -But Mrs. Quack wouldn't wait to see. With a hasty promise to come -back when the way was clear, she jumped into the air and on swift -wings disappeared towards the Big River. +But Mrs. Quack wouldn't wait to see. With a hasty promise to come back +when the way was clear, she jumped into the air and on swift wings +disappeared towards the Big River. -VI + VI -FARMER BROWN'S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL + FARMER BROWN'S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL -Farmer Brown's boy had heard Welcome Robin singing in the Old -Orchard quite as soon as Peter Rabbit had, and that song of “Cheer -up! Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer!” had awakened quite as much gladness -in his heart as it had in Peter's heart. It meant that Mistress -Spring really had arrived, and that over in the Green Forest and -down on the Green Meadows there would soon be shy blue, and just -as shy white violets to look for, and other flowers almost if not -quite as sweet and lovely. It meant that his feathered friends would -soon be busy house-hunting and building. It meant that his little -friends in fur would also be doing something very similar, if -they had not already done so. It meant that soon there would be a -million lovely things to see and a million joyous sounds to hear. +Farmer Brown's boy had heard Welcome Robin singing in the Old Orchard +quite as soon as Peter Rabbit had, and that song of “Cheer up! Cheer +up! Cheer up! Cheer!” had awakened quite as much gladness in his heart +as it had in Peter's heart. It meant that Mistress Spring really had +arrived, and that over in the Green Forest and down on the Green +Meadows there would soon be shy blue, and just as shy white violets to +look for, and other flowers almost if not quite as sweet and lovely. It +meant that his feathered friends would soon be busy house-hunting and +building. It meant that his little friends in fur would also be doing +something very similar, if they had not already done so. It meant that +soon there would be a million lovely things to see and a million joyous +sounds to hear. So the sound of Welcome Robin's voice made the heart of Farmer Brown's -boy even more happy than it was before, and as Welcome Robin just -HAD to sing, so Farmer Brown's boy just HAD to whistle. When his -work was finished, it seemed to Farmer Brown's boy that something -was calling him, calling him to get out on the Green Meadows or over -in the Green Forest and share in the happiness of all the little -people there. So presently he decided that he would go down to the -Smiling Pool to find out how Jerry Muskrat was, and if Grandfather -Frog was awake yet, and if the sweet singers of the Smiling Pool -had begun their wonderful spring chorus. - -Down the Crooked Little Path cross the Green Meadows he tramped, -and as he drew near the Smiling Pool, he stopped whistling lest -the sound should frighten some of the little people there. He was -still some distance from the Smiling Pool when out of it sprang a -big bird and on swift, whistling wings flew away in the direction -of the Big River. Farmer Brown's boy stopped and watched until the -bird had disappeared, and on his face was a look of great surprise. +boy even more happy than it was before, and as Welcome Robin just _had_ +to sing, so Farmer Brown's boy just _had_ to whistle. When his work was +finished, it seemed to Farmer Brown's boy that something was calling +him, calling him to get out on the Green Meadows or over in the Green +Forest and share in the happiness of all the little people there. So +presently he decided that he would go down to the Smiling Pool to find +out how Jerry Muskrat was, and if Grandfather Frog was awake yet, and +if the sweet singers of the Smiling Pool had begun their wonderful +spring chorus. + +Down the Crooked Little Path cross the Green Meadows he tramped, and +as he drew near the Smiling Pool, he stopped whistling lest the sound +should frighten some of the little people there. He was still some +distance from the Smiling Pool when out of it sprang a big bird and on +swift, whistling wings flew away in the direction of the Big River. +Farmer Brown's boy stopped and watched until the bird had disappeared, +and on his face was a look of great surprise. “As I live, that was a Duck!” he exclaimed. “That is the first time -I've ever known a wild Duck to be in the Smiling Pool. I wonder -what under the sun could have brought her over here.” +I've ever known a wild Duck to be in the Smiling Pool. I wonder what +under the sun could have brought her over here.” Just then there was a distant bang in the direction of the Big River. Farmer Brown's boy scowled, and it made his face very angry-looking. -“That's it,” he muttered. “Hunters are shooting the Ducks on their -way north and have driven the poor things to look for any little -mudhole where they can get a little rest. Probably that Duck has -been shot at so many times on the Big River that she felt safer -over here in the Smiling Pool, little as it is.” +“That's it,” he muttered. “Hunters are shooting the Ducks on their way +north and have driven the poor things to look for any little mudhole +where they can get a little rest. Probably that Duck has been shot at +so many times on the Big River that she felt safer over here in the +Smiling Pool, little as it is.” Farmer Brown's boy had guessed exactly right, as you and I know, and as Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew. “It's a shame, a downright shame that any one should want to shoot birds on their way to their nesting-grounds and that the law should let them if they do want to. Some people haven't any hearts; they're all stomachs. I hope -that fellow who shot just now over there on the Big River didn't -hit anything, and I wish that gun of his might have kicked a little -sense of what is right and fair into his head, but of course it -didn't.” +that fellow who shot just now over there on the Big River didn't hit +anything, and I wish that gun of his might have kicked a little sense +of what is right and fair into his head, but of course it didn't.” He grinned at the idea, and then he continued his way towards the -Smiling Pool. He hoped he might find another Duck there, and he +Smiling Pool. He hoped he might find another Duck there, and he approached the Smiling Pool very, very carefully. But when he reached a point where he could see all over the Smiling -Pool, there was no one to be seen save Jerry Muskrat sitting on -the Big Rock and Peter Rabbit on the bank on the other side. Farmer -Brown's boy smiled when he saw them. “Hello, Jerry Muskrat!” said -he. “I wonder how a bite of carrot would taste to you.” He felt -in his pocket and brought out a couple of carrots. One he put on -a little tussock in the water where he knew Jerry would find it. -The other he tossed across the Smiling Pool where he felt sure Peter -would find it. Presently he noticed two or three feathers on the -water close to the edge of the bank. Mrs. Quack had left them there. -“I believe that was a Mallard Duck,” said he, as he studied them. -“I know what I'll do. I'll go straight back home and get some wheat -and corn and put it here on the edge of the Smiling Pool. Perhaps -she will come back and find it.” +Pool, there was no one to be seen save Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big +Rock and Peter Rabbit on the bank on the other side. Farmer Brown's boy +smiled when he saw them. “Hello, Jerry Muskrat!” said he. “I wonder +how a bite of carrot would taste to you.” He felt in his pocket and +brought out a couple of carrots. One he put on a little tussock in the +water where he knew Jerry would find it. The other he tossed across +the Smiling Pool where he felt sure Peter would find it. Presently he +noticed two or three feathers on the water close to the edge of the +bank. Mrs. Quack had left them there. “I believe that was a Mallard +Duck,” said he, as he studied them. “I know what I'll do. I'll go +straight back home and get some wheat and corn and put it here on the +edge of the Smiling Pool. Perhaps she will come back and find it.” And this is just what Farmer Brown's boy did. -VII + VII -MRS. QUACK RETURNS + MRS. QUACK RETURNS -Peter Rabbit just couldn't go back to the dear Old Briar-patch. -He just HAD to know if Mrs. Quack would come back to the Smiling -Pool. He had seen Farmer Brown's boy come there a second time and -scatter wheat and corn among the brown stalks of last summer's -rushes, and he had guessed why Farmer Brown's boy had done this. -He had guessed that they had been put there especially for Mrs. -Quack, and if she should come back as she had promised to do, he -wanted to be on hand when she found those good things to eat and -hear what she would say. +Peter Rabbit just couldn't go back to the dear Old Briar-patch. He just +_had_ to know if Mrs. Quack would come back to the Smiling Pool. He had +seen Farmer Brown's boy come there a second time and scatter wheat and +corn among the brown stalks of last summer's rushes, and he had guessed +why Farmer Brown's boy had done this. He had guessed that they had been +put there especially for Mrs. Quack, and if she should come back as she +had promised to do, he wanted to be on hand when she found those good +things to eat and hear what she would say. + +[Illustration: Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling +Pool] So Peter stayed over near the Smiling Pool and hoped with all his might that Reddy Fox or Old Man Coyote would not take it into his head to come hunting over there. As luck would have it, neither of them did, and Peter had a very pleasant time gossiping with Jerry -Muskrat, listening to the sweet voices of unseen singers in the -Smiling Pool,--the Hylas, which some people call peepers,--and -eating the carrot which Farmer Brown's boy had left for him. - -Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was just getting ready to go to bed -behind the Purple Hills when Mrs. Quack returned. The first Peter -knew of her coming was the whistle of her wings as she passed over -him. Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool, -and Peter simply stared in open-mouthed admiration at the speed -with which she flew. It didn't seem possible that one so big could -move through the air so fast. Twice she set her wings and seemed -to just slide down almost to the surface of the Smiling Pool, only -to start her stout wings in motion once more and circle around again. -It was very clear that she was terribly nervous and suspicious. The -third time she landed in the water with a splash and sat perfectly -still with her head stretched up, looking and listening with all -her might. - -“It's all right. There's nothing to be afraid of,” said Jerry -Muskrat. - -“Are you sure?” asked Mrs. Quack anxiously. “I've been fooled too -often by men with their terrible guns to ever feel absolutely sure -that one isn't hiding and waiting to shoot me.” As she spoke she -swam about nervously. “Peter Rabbit and I have been here ever since -you left, and I guess we ought to know,” replied Jerry Muskrat -rather shortly. “There hasn't been anybody near here excepting -Farmer Brown's boy, and we told you he wouldn't hurt you.” +Muskrat, listening to the sweet voices of unseen singers in the Smiling +Pool,--the Hylas, which some people call peepers,--and eating the +carrot which Farmer Brown's boy had left for him. + +Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was just getting ready to go to bed behind +the Purple Hills when Mrs. Quack returned. The first Peter knew of her +coming was the whistle of her wings as she passed over him. Several +times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool, and Peter simply +stared in open-mouthed admiration at the speed with which she flew. +It didn't seem possible that one so big could move through the air so +fast. Twice she set her wings and seemed to just slide down almost +to the surface of the Smiling Pool, only to start her stout wings in +motion once more and circle around again. It was very clear that she +was terribly nervous and suspicious. The third time she landed in the +water with a splash and sat perfectly still with her head stretched up, +looking and listening with all her might. + +“It's all right. There's nothing to be afraid of,” said Jerry Muskrat. + +“Are you sure?” asked Mrs. Quack anxiously. “I've been fooled too often +by men with their terrible guns to ever feel absolutely sure that one +isn't hiding and waiting to shoot me.” As she spoke she swam about +nervously. “Peter Rabbit and I have been here ever since you left, and +I guess we ought to know,” replied Jerry Muskrat rather shortly. “There +hasn't been anybody near here excepting Farmer Brown's boy, and we told +you he wouldn't hurt you.” “He brought us each a carrot,” Peter Rabbit broke in eagerly. -“Just the same, I wouldn't trust him,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Where -is he now?” +“Just the same, I wouldn't trust him,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Where is he +now?” “He left ever so long ago, and he won't be back to-night,” declared Peter confidently. -“I hope not,” said Mrs. Quack, with a sigh. “Did you hear the bang -of that terrible gun just after I left here?” +“I hope not,” said Mrs. Quack, with a sigh. “Did you hear the bang of +that terrible gun just after I left here?” “Yes,” replied Jerry Muskrat. “Was it fired at you?” -Mrs. Quack nodded and held up one wing. Peter and Jerry could see -that one of the long feathers was missing. “I thought I was flying -high enough to be safe,” said she, “but when I reached the Big -River there was a bang from the bushes on the bank, and something -cut that feather out of my wing, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. -It made me feel quite ill for a while, and the place is very sore -now, but I guess I'm lucky that it was no worse. It is very hard -work to know just how far those terrible guns can throw things at -you. Next time I will fly higher.” +Mrs. Quack nodded and held up one wing. Peter and Jerry could see that +one of the long feathers was missing. “I thought I was flying high +enough to be safe,” said she, “but when I reached the Big River there +was a bang from the bushes on the bank, and something cut that feather +out of my wing, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. It made me feel +quite ill for a while, and the place is very sore now, but I guess +I'm lucky that it was no worse. It is very hard work to know just how +far those terrible guns can throw things at you. Next time I will fly +higher.” “Where have you been since you left us?” asked Peter. -“Eight in the middle of the Big River,” replied Mrs. Quack. “It -was the only safe place. I didn't dare go near either shore, and -I'm nearly starved. I haven't had a mouthful to eat to-day.” +“Eight in the middle of the Big River,” replied Mrs. Quack. “It was the +only safe place. I didn't dare go near either shore, and I'm nearly +starved. I haven't had a mouthful to eat to-day.” Peter opened his mouth to tell her of the wheat and corn left by -Farmer Brown's boy and then closed it again. He would let her find -it for herself. If he told her about it, she might suspect a trick -and refuse to go near the place. He never had seen any one so -suspicious, not even Old Man Coyote. But he couldn't blame her, -after all she had been through. So he kept still and waited. He -was learning, was Peter Rabbit. He was learning a great deal about -Mrs. Quack. +Farmer Brown's boy and then closed it again. He would let her find it +for herself. If he told her about it, she might suspect a trick and +refuse to go near the place. He never had seen any one so suspicious, +not even Old Man Coyote. But he couldn't blame her, after all she had +been through. So he kept still and waited. He was learning, was Peter +Rabbit. He was learning a great deal about Mrs. Quack. -VIII + VIII -MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST + MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST -There's nothing like a stomach full To make the heart feel -light; To chase away the clouds of care And make the -world seem bright. + There's nothing like a stomach full + To make the heart feel light; + To chase away the clouds of care + And make the world seem bright. That's a fact. A full stomach makes the whole world seem different, -brighter, better, and more worth living in. It is the hardest kind -of hard work to be cheerful and see only the bright side of things -when your stomach is empty. But once fill that empty stomach, and -everything is changed. It was just that way with Mrs. Quack. For -days at a time she hadn't had a full stomach because of the hunters -with their terrible guns, and when just before dark that night she -returned to the Smiling Pool, her stomach was quite empty. +brighter, better, and more worth living in. It is the hardest kind of +hard work to be cheerful and see only the bright side of things when +your stomach is empty. But once fill that empty stomach, and everything +is changed. It was just that way with Mrs. Quack. For days at a time +she hadn't had a full stomach because of the hunters with their +terrible guns, and when just before dark that night she returned to the +Smiling Pool, her stomach was quite empty. “I don't suppose I'll find much to eat here, but a little in peace and safety is better than a feast with worry and danger,” said she, -swimming over to the brown, broken-down bulrushes on one side of -the Smiling Pool and appearing to stand on her head as she plunged -it under water and searched in the mud on the bottom for food. -Peter Rabbit looked over at Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big Rock, -and Jerry winked. In a minute up bobbed the head of Mrs. Quack, -and there was both a pleased and a worried look on her face. She -had found some of the corn left there by Farmer Brown's boy. At once -she swam out to the middle of the Smiling Pool, looking suspiciously -this way and that way. - -“There is corn over there,” said she. “Do you know how it came -there?” +swimming over to the brown, broken-down bulrushes on one side of the +Smiling Pool and appearing to stand on her head as she plunged it under +water and searched in the mud on the bottom for food. Peter Rabbit +looked over at Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big Rock, and Jerry winked. +In a minute up bobbed the head of Mrs. Quack, and there was both a +pleased and a worried look on her face. She had found some of the corn +left there by Farmer Brown's boy. At once she swam out to the middle of +the Smiling Pool, looking suspiciously this way and that way. + +“There is corn over there,” said she. “Do you know how it came there?” “I saw Farmer Brown's boy throwing something over there,” replied Peter. “Didn't we tell you that he would be good to you?” “Quack, quack, quack! I've seen that kind of kindness too often to -be fooled by it,” snapped Mrs. Quack. “He probably saw me leave in -a hurry and put this corn here, hoping that I would come back and -find it and make up my mind to stay here a while. He thinks that -if I do, he'll have a chance to hide near enough to shoot me. I -didn't believe this could be a safe place for me, and now I know -it. I'll stay here to-night, but to-morrow I'll try to find some -other place. Oh, dear, it's dreadful not to have any place at all -to feel safe in.” There were tears in her eyes. +be fooled by it,” snapped Mrs. Quack. “He probably saw me leave in a +hurry and put this corn here, hoping that I would come back and find +it and make up my mind to stay here a while. He thinks that if I do, +he'll have a chance to hide near enough to shoot me. I didn't believe +this could be a safe place for me, and now I know it. I'll stay here +to-night, but to-morrow I'll try to find some other place. Oh, dear, +it's dreadful not to have any place at all to feel safe in.” There were +tears in her eyes. Peter thought of the dear Old Briar-patch and how safe he always felt -there, and he felt a great pity for poor Mrs. Quack, who couldn't -feel safe anywhere. And then right away he grew indignant that she -should be so distrustful of Farmer Brown's boy, though if he had -stopped to think, he would have remembered that once he was just -as distrustful. +there, and he felt a great pity for poor Mrs. Quack, who couldn't feel +safe anywhere. And then right away he grew indignant that she should +be so distrustful of Farmer Brown's boy, though if he had stopped to +think, he would have remembered that once he was just as distrustful. -“I should think,” said Peter with a great deal of dignity, “that -you might at least believe what Jerry Muskrat and I, who live here -all the time, tell you. We ought to know Farmer Brown's boy if any -one does, and we tell you that he won't harm a feather of you.” +“I should think,” said Peter with a great deal of dignity, “that you +might at least believe what Jerry Muskrat and I, who live here all the +time, tell you. We ought to know Farmer Brown's boy if any one does, +and we tell you that he won't harm a feather of you.” “He won't get the chance!” snapped Mrs. Quack. -Jerry Muskrat sniffed in disgust. “I don't doubt you have suffered -a lot from men with terrible guns,” said he, “but you don't suppose -Peter and I have lived as long as we have without learning a little, -do you? I wouldn't trust many of those two-legged creatures myself, -but Farmer Brown's boy is different. If all of them were like him, -we wouldn't have a thing to fear from them. He has a heart. Yes, -indeed, he has a heart. Now you take my advice and eat whatever he -has put there for you, be thankful, and stop worrying. Peter and -I will keep watch and warn you if there is any danger.” +Jerry Muskrat sniffed in disgust. “I don't doubt you have suffered a +lot from men with terrible guns,” said he, “but you don't suppose Peter +and I have lived as long as we have without learning a little, do you? +I wouldn't trust many of those two-legged creatures myself, but Farmer +Brown's boy is different. If all of them were like him, we wouldn't +have a thing to fear from them. He has a heart. Yes, indeed, he has a +heart. Now you take my advice and eat whatever he has put there for +you, be thankful, and stop worrying. Peter and I will keep watch and +warn you if there is any danger.” -I don't know as even this would have overcome Mrs. Quack's fears -if it hadn't been for the taste of that good corn in her mouth, and -her empty stomach. She couldn't, she just couldn't resist these, -and presently she was back among the rushes, hunting out the corn -and wheat as fast as ever she could. When at last she could eat no -more, she felt so comfortable that somehow the Smiling Pool didn't -seem such a dangerous place after all, and she quite forgot Farmer -Brown's boy. She found a snug hiding-place among the rushes too -far out from the bank for Reddy Fox to surprise her, and then with -a sleepy “Good night” to Jerry and Peter, she tucked her head under -her wing and soon was fast asleep. +I don't know as even this would have overcome Mrs. Quack's fears if it +hadn't been for the taste of that good corn in her mouth, and her empty +stomach. She couldn't, she just couldn't resist these, and presently +she was back among the rushes, hunting out the corn and wheat as fast +as ever she could. When at last she could eat no more, she felt so +comfortable that somehow the Smiling Pool didn't seem such a dangerous +place after all, and she quite forgot Farmer Brown's boy. She found a +snug hiding-place among the rushes too far out from the bank for Reddy +Fox to surprise her, and then with a sleepy “Good night” to Jerry and +Peter, she tucked her head under her wing and soon was fast asleep. -Peter Rabbit tiptoed away, and then he hurried lipperty-lipperty-lip -to the dear Old Briar-patch to tell Mrs. Peter all about Mrs. Quack. +Peter Rabbit tiptoed away, and then he hurried lipperty-lipperty-lip to +the dear Old Briar-patch to tell Mrs. Peter all about Mrs. Quack. -IX + IX -PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL + PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL Peter Rabbit was so full of interest in Mrs. Quack and her troubles -that he was back at the Smiling Pool before Mr. Sun had kicked off -his rosy blankets and begun his daily climb up in the blue, blue -sky. You see, he felt that he had heard only a part of Mrs. Quack's -story, and he was dreadfully afraid that she would get away before -he could hear the rest. With the first bit of daylight, Mrs. Quack -swam out from her hiding-place among the brown rushes. It looked -to Peter as if she sat up on the end of her tail as she stretched -her neck and wings just as far as she could, and he wanted to laugh -right out. Then she quickly ducked her head under water two or -three times so that the water rolled down over her back, and again -Peter wanted to laugh. But he didn't. He kept perfectly still. Mrs. -Quack shook herself and then began to carefully dress her feathers. -That is, she carefully put back in place every feather that had -been rumpled up. She took a great deal of time for this, for Mrs. -Quack is very neat and tidy and takes the greatest pride in looking -as fine as she can. - -Of course it was very impolite of Peter to watch her make her -toilet, but he didn't think of that. He didn't mean to be impolite. -And then it was so interesting. “Huh!” said he to himself, “I don't -see what any one wants to waste so much time on their clothes for.” - -You know Peter doesn't waste any time on his clothes. In fact, -he doesn't seem to care a bit how he looks. He hasn't learned yet -that it always pays to be as neat and clean as possible and that -you must think well of yourself if you want others to think well -of you. +that he was back at the Smiling Pool before Mr. Sun had kicked off his +rosy blankets and begun his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky. You +see, he felt that he had heard only a part of Mrs. Quack's story, and +he was dreadfully afraid that she would get away before he could hear +the rest. With the first bit of daylight, Mrs. Quack swam out from her +hiding-place among the brown rushes. It looked to Peter as if she sat +up on the end of her tail as she stretched her neck and wings just as +far as she could, and he wanted to laugh right out. Then she quickly +ducked her head under water two or three times so that the water rolled +down over her back, and again Peter wanted to laugh. But he didn't. +He kept perfectly still. Mrs. Quack shook herself and then began to +carefully dress her feathers. That is, she carefully put back in place +every feather that had been rumpled up. She took a great deal of time +for this, for Mrs. Quack is very neat and tidy and takes the greatest +pride in looking as fine as she can. + +Of course it was very impolite of Peter to watch her make her toilet, +but he didn't think of that. He didn't mean to be impolite. And then it +was so interesting. “Huh!” said he to himself, “I don't see what any +one wants to waste so much time on their clothes for.” + +You know Peter doesn't waste any time on his clothes. In fact, he +doesn't seem to care a bit how he looks. He hasn't learned yet that it +always pays to be as neat and clean as possible and that you must think +well of yourself if you want others to think well of you. When at last Mrs. Quack had taken a final shower bath and appeared satisfied that she was looking her best, Peter opened his mouth to ask her the questions he was so full of, but closed it again as he -remembered people are usually better natured when their stomachs -are full, and Mrs. Quack had not yet breakfasted. So he waited as -patiently as he could, which wasn't patiently at all. At last Mrs. -Quack finished her breakfast, and then she had to make her toilet -all over again. Finally Peter hopped to the edge of the bank where -she would see him. +remembered people are usually better natured when their stomachs are +full, and Mrs. Quack had not yet breakfasted. So he waited as patiently +as he could, which wasn't patiently at all. At last Mrs. Quack finished +her breakfast, and then she had to make her toilet all over again. +Finally Peter hopped to the edge of the bank where she would see him. -“Good morning, Mrs. Quack,” said he very politely. “I hope you had -a good rest and are feeling very well this morning.” +“Good morning, Mrs. Quack,” said he very politely. “I hope you had a +good rest and are feeling very well this morning.” “Thank you,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I'm feeling as well as could be -expected. In fact, I'm feeling better than I have felt for some -time in spite of the sore place made by that terrible gun yesterday. -You see, I have had a good rest and two square meals, and these -are things I haven't had since goodness knows when. This is a very -nice place. Let me see, what is it you call it?” +expected. In fact, I'm feeling better than I have felt for some time in +spite of the sore place made by that terrible gun yesterday. You see, +I have had a good rest and two square meals, and these are things I +haven't had since goodness knows when. This is a very nice place. Let +me see, what is it you call it?” “The Smiling Pool,” said Peter. -“That's a good name for it,” returned Mrs. Quack. “If only I could -be sure that none of those hunters would find me here, and if only -Mr. Quack were here, I would be content to stay a while.” At the -mention of Mr. Quack, the eyes of Mrs. Quack suddenly filled with -tears. Peter felt tears of sympathy in his own eyes. +“That's a good name for it,” returned Mrs. Quack. “If only I could be +sure that none of those hunters would find me here, and if only Mr. +Quack were here, I would be content to stay a while.” At the mention +of Mr. Quack, the eyes of Mrs. Quack suddenly filled with tears. Peter +felt tears of sympathy in his own eyes. “Where is Mr. Quack?” he asked. -“I don't know,” sobbed Mrs. Quack. “I wish I did. I haven't seen -him since one of those terrible guns was fired at us over on the -Big River yesterday morning a little while before Little Joe Otter -told me about the Smiling Pool. Ever since we started for our home -in the far North, I have been fearing that something of this kind -might happen. I ought to be on my way there now, but what is the -use without Mr. Quack? Without him, I would be all alone up there -and wouldn't have any home.” +“I don't know,” sobbed Mrs. Quack. “I wish I did. I haven't seen him +since one of those terrible guns was fired at us over on the Big River +yesterday morning a little while before Little Joe Otter told me about +the Smiling Pool. Ever since we started for our home in the far North, +I have been fearing that something of this kind might happen. I ought +to be on my way there now, but what is the use without Mr. Quack? +Without him, I would be all alone up there and wouldn't have any home.” -“Won't you tell me all that has happened since you started on your -long journey?” asked Peter. “Perhaps some of us can help you.” +“Won't you tell me all that has happened since you started on your long +journey?” asked Peter. “Perhaps some of us can help you.” -“I'm afraid you can't,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly, “but I'll tell -you all about it so that you may know just how thankful you ought -to feel that you do not have to suffer what some of us do.” +“I'm afraid you can't,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly, “but I'll tell you +all about it so that you may know just how thankful you ought to feel +that you do not have to suffer what some of us do.” -X + X -HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH + HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH -Peter Rabbit was eager to help Mrs. Quack in her trouble, though -he hadn't the least idea how he could help and neither had she. How -any one who dislikes water as Peter does could help one who lives -on the water all the time was more than either one of them could -see. And yet without knowing it, Peter WAS helping Mrs. Quack. -He was giving her his sympathy, and sympathy often helps others -a great deal more than we even guess. It sometimes is a very good -plan to tell your troubles to some one who will listen with sympathy. -It was so with Mrs. Quack. She had kept her troubles locked in -her own heart so long that it did her good to pour them all out to -Peter. +Peter Rabbit was eager to help Mrs. Quack in her trouble, though he +hadn't the least idea how he could help and neither had she. How any +one who dislikes water as Peter does could help one who lives on the +water all the time was more than either one of them could see. And yet +without knowing it, Peter _was_ helping Mrs. Quack. He was giving her +his sympathy, and sympathy often helps others a great deal more than we +even guess. It sometimes is a very good plan to tell your troubles to +some one who will listen with sympathy. It was so with Mrs. Quack. She +had kept her troubles locked in her own heart so long that it did her +good to pour them all out to Peter. -“Mr. Quack and I spent a very comfortable winter way down in -the sunny Southland,” said she with a far-away look. “It was very -warm and nice down there, and there were a great many other Ducks -spending the winter with us. The place where we were was far from -the homes of men, and it was only once in a long while that we had -to watch out for terrible guns. Of course, we had to have our wits -with us all the time, because there are Hawks and Owls and Minks -down there just as there are up here, but any Duck who can't keep -out of their way deserves to furnish one of them a dinner. - -“Then there was another fellow we had to watch out for, a queer -fellow whom we never see anywhere but down there. It was never safe -to swim too near an old log floating in the water or lying on the -bank, because it might suddenly open a great mouth and swallow one -of us whole.” +“Mr. Quack and I spent a very comfortable winter way down in the sunny +Southland,” said she with a far-away look. “It was very warm and nice +down there, and there were a great many other Ducks spending the winter +with us. The place where we were was far from the homes of men, and it +was only once in a long while that we had to watch out for terrible +guns. Of course, we had to have our wits with us all the time, because +there are Hawks and Owls and Minks down there just as there are up +here, but any Duck who can't keep out of their way deserves to furnish +one of them a dinner. + +“Then there was another fellow we had to watch out for, a queer fellow +whom we never see anywhere but down there. It was never safe to swim +too near an old log floating in the water or lying on the bank, because +it might suddenly open a great mouth and swallow one of us whole.” “What's that?” Peter Rabbit leaned forward and stared at Mrs. Quack -with his eyes popping right out. “What's that?” he repeated. “How -can an old log have a mouth?” +with his eyes popping right out. “What's that?” he repeated. “How can +an old log have a mouth?” -Mrs. Quack just had to smile, Peter was so in earnest and looked -so astonished. +Mrs. Quack just had to smile, Peter was so in earnest and looked so +astonished. “Of course,” said she, “no really truly log has a mouth or is alive, -but this queer fellow I was speaking of looks so much like an old -log floating in the water unless you look at him very sharply, -that many a heedless young Duck has discovered the difference when -it was too late. Then, too, he will swim under water and come up -underneath and seize you without any warning. He has the biggest -mouth I've ever seen, with terrible-looking teeth, and could swallow -me whole.” - -[Illustration with caption: “Some folks call him Alligator and some -just 'Gator.”] - -By this time Peter's eyes looked as if they would fall out of his -head. “What is his name?” whispered Peter. - -“It's Old Ally the 'Gator,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Some folks call -him Alligator and some just 'Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He's a -very interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I'll tell you more -about him. Mr. Quack and I kept out of his reach, you may be sure. -We lived quietly and tried to get in as good condition as possible -for the long journey back to our home in the North. When it was -time to start, a lot of us got together, just as we did when we came -down from the North, only this time the young Ducks felt themselves -quite grown up. In fact, before we started there was a great deal -of love-making, and each one chose a mate. That was a very happy -time, a very happy time indeed, but it was a sad time too for us -older Ducks, because we knew what dreadful things were likely to -happen on the long journey. It is hard enough to lose father or -mother or brother or sister, but it is worse to lose a dear mate.” - -Mrs. Quack's eyes suddenly filled with tears again. “Oh, dear,” - she sobbed, “I wish I knew what became of Mr. Quack.” +but this queer fellow I was speaking of looks so much like an old log +floating in the water unless you look at him very sharply, that many a +heedless young Duck has discovered the difference when it was too late. +Then, too, he will swim under water and come up underneath and seize +you without any warning. He has the biggest mouth I've ever seen, with +terrible-looking teeth, and could swallow me whole.” + +[Illustration: “Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator.”] + +By this time Peter's eyes looked as if they would fall out of his head. +“What is his name?” whispered Peter. + +“It's Old Ally the 'Gator,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Some folks call him +Alligator and some just 'Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He's a very +interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I'll tell you more about +him. Mr. Quack and I kept out of his reach, you may be sure. We lived +quietly and tried to get in as good condition as possible for the long +journey back to our home in the North. When it was time to start, a lot +of us got together, just as we did when we came down from the North, +only this time the young Ducks felt themselves quite grown up. In fact, +before we started there was a great deal of love-making, and each one +chose a mate. That was a very happy time, a very happy time indeed, but +it was a sad time too for us older Ducks, because we knew what dreadful +things were likely to happen on the long journey. It is hard enough to +lose father or mother or brother or sister, but it is worse to lose a +dear mate.” + +Mrs. Quack's eyes suddenly filled with tears again. “Oh, dear,” she +sobbed, “I wish I knew what became of Mr. Quack.” Peter said nothing, but looked the sympathy he felt. Presently Mrs. Quack went on with her story. “We had a splendid big flock when we -started, made up wholly of pairs, each pair dreaming of the home -they would build when they reached the far North. Mr. Quack was -the leader as usual, and I flew right behind him. We hadn't gone -far before we began to hear the terrible guns, and the farther we -went, the worse they got. Mr. Quack led us to the safest feeding -and resting grounds he knew of, and for a time our flock escaped -the terrible guns. But the farther we went, the more guns there -were.” Mrs. Quack paused and Peter waited. +started, made up wholly of pairs, each pair dreaming of the home they +would build when they reached the far North. Mr. Quack was the leader +as usual, and I flew right behind him. We hadn't gone far before we +began to hear the terrible guns, and the farther we went, the worse +they got. Mr. Quack led us to the safest feeding and resting grounds he +knew of, and for a time our flock escaped the terrible guns. But the +farther we went, the more guns there were.” Mrs. Quack paused and Peter +waited. -XI + XI -THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS + THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS -“Bang! Bang! Bang! Not a feather spare! Kill! Kill! Kill! -Wound and rip and tear!” + “Bang! Bang! Bang! Not a feather spare! + Kill! Kill! Kill! Wound and rip and tear!” -That is what the terrible guns roar from morning to night at Mrs. -Quack and her friends as they fly on their long journey to their -home in the far North. I don't wonder that she was terribly uneasy -and nervous as she sat in the Smiling Pool talking to Peter Rabbit; -do you? +That is what the terrible guns roar from morning to night at Mrs. Quack +and her friends as they fly on their long journey to their home in the +far North. I don't wonder that she was terribly uneasy and nervous as +she sat in the Smiling Pool talking to Peter Rabbit; do you? “Yes,” said she, continuing her story of her long journey from the -sunny Southland where she had spent the winter, “the farther we -got, the more there were of those terrible guns. It grew so bad -that as well as Mr. Quack knew the places where we could find food, -and no Duck that ever flew knew them better, he couldn't find one -where we could feel perfectly sure that we were safe. The very -safest-looking places sometimes were the most dangerous. If you saw -a lot of Rabbits playing together on the Green Meadows, you would -feel perfectly safe in joining them, wouldn't you?” - -Peter nodded. “I certainly would,” said he. “If it was safe for -them it certainly would be safe for me.” - -“Well, that is just the way we felt when we saw a lot of Ducks -swimming about on the edge of one of those feeding-places. We were -tired, for we had flown a long distance, and we were hungry. It -was still and peaceful there and not a thing to be seen that looked -the least bit like danger. So we went straight in to join those -Ducks, and then, just as we set our wings to drop down on the water -among them, there was a terrible bang, bang, bang, bang! My heart -almost stopped beating. Then how we did fly! When we were far -out over the water where we could see that nothing was near us we -stopped to rest, and there we found only half as many in our flock -as there had been.” +sunny Southland where she had spent the winter, “the farther we got, +the more there were of those terrible guns. It grew so bad that as well +as Mr. Quack knew the places where we could find food, and no Duck +that ever flew knew them better, he couldn't find one where we could +feel perfectly sure that we were safe. The very safest-looking places +sometimes were the most dangerous. If you saw a lot of Rabbits playing +together on the Green Meadows, you would feel perfectly safe in joining +them, wouldn't you?” + +Peter nodded. “I certainly would,” said he. “If it was safe for them it +certainly would be safe for me.” + +“Well, that is just the way we felt when we saw a lot of Ducks swimming +about on the edge of one of those feeding-places. We were tired, for +we had flown a long distance, and we were hungry. It was still and +peaceful there and not a thing to be seen that looked the least bit +like danger. So we went straight in to join those Ducks, and then, just +as we set our wings to drop down on the water among them, there was a +terrible bang, bang, bang, bang! My heart almost stopped beating. Then +how we did fly! When we were far out over the water where we could see +that nothing was near us we stopped to rest, and there we found only +half as many in our flock as there had been.” “Where were the others?” asked Peter, although he guessed. “Killed or hurt by those terrible guns,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. -“And that wasn't the worst of it. I told you that when we started -each of us had a mate. Now we found that of those who had escaped, -four had lost their mates. They were heartbroken. When it came -time for us to move on, they wouldn't go. They said that if they -did reach the nesting-place in the far North, they couldn't have -nests or eggs or young because they had no mates, so what was the -use? Besides, they hoped that if they waited around they might find -their mates. They thought they might not have been killed, but just -hurt, and might be able to get away from those hunters. So they -left us and swam back towards that terrible place, calling for their -lost mates, and it was the saddest sound. I know now just how they -felt, for I have lost Mr. Quack, and that's why I'm here.” Mrs. -Quack drew a wing across her eyes to wipe away the tears. - -“But what happened to those Ducks that were swimming about there -and made you think it was safe?” asked Peter, with a puzzled look -on his face. - -“Nothing,” replied Mrs. Quack. “They had been fastened out there -in the water by the hunters so as to make us think it safe, and the -terrible guns were fired at us and not at them. The hunters were -hidden under grass, and that is why we didn't see them.” +“And that wasn't the worst of it. I told you that when we started each +of us had a mate. Now we found that of those who had escaped, four +had lost their mates. They were heartbroken. When it came time for us +to move on, they wouldn't go. They said that if they did reach the +nesting-place in the far North, they couldn't have nests or eggs or +young because they had no mates, so what was the use? Besides, they +hoped that if they waited around they might find their mates. They +thought they might not have been killed, but just hurt, and might be +able to get away from those hunters. So they left us and swam back +towards that terrible place, calling for their lost mates, and it was +the saddest sound. I know now just how they felt, for I have lost Mr. +Quack, and that's why I'm here.” Mrs. Quack drew a wing across her eyes +to wipe away the tears. + +“But what happened to those Ducks that were swimming about there and +made you think it was safe?” asked Peter, with a puzzled look on his +face. + +“Nothing,” replied Mrs. Quack. “They had been fastened out there in the +water by the hunters so as to make us think it safe, and the terrible +guns were fired at us and not at them. The hunters were hidden under +grass, and that is why we didn't see them.” Peter blinked his eyes rapidly as if he were having hard work to -believe what he had been told. “Why,” said he at last, “I never -heard of anything so dreadfully unfair in all my life! Do you mean -to tell me that those hunters actually made other Ducks lead you -into danger?” +believe what he had been told. “Why,” said he at last, “I never heard +of anything so dreadfully unfair in all my life! Do you mean to tell me +that those hunters actually made other Ducks lead you into danger?” “That's just what I mean,” returned Mrs. Quack. “Those two-legged -creatures don't know what fairness is. Why, some of them have -learned our language and actually call us in where they can shoot -us. Just think of that! They tell us in our own language that there -is plenty to eat and all is safe, so that we will think that other -Ducks are hidden and feeding there, and then when we go to join -them, we are shot at! You ought to be mighty thankful, Peter Rabbit, -that you are not a Duck.” +creatures don't know what fairness is. Why, some of them have learned +our language and actually call us in where they can shoot us. Just +think of that! They tell us in our own language that there is plenty to +eat and all is safe, so that we will think that other Ducks are hidden +and feeding there, and then when we go to join them, we are shot at! +You ought to be mighty thankful, Peter Rabbit, that you are not a Duck.” “I am,” replied Peter. He knew that not one of the meadow and forest -people who were always trying to catch him would do a thing like -that. +people who were always trying to catch him would do a thing like that. “It's all true,” said Mrs. Quack, “and those hunters do other things -just as unfair. Sometimes awful storms will come up, and we just -have to find places where we can rest. Those hunters will hide -near those places and shoot at us when we are so tired that we can -hardly move a wing. It wouldn't be so bad if a hunter would be -satisfied to kill just one Duck, just as Reddy Fox is, but he seems -to want to kill EVERY Duck. Foxes and Hawks and Owls catch a good -many young Ducks, just as they do young Rabbits, but you know how -we feel about that. They only hunt when they are hungry, and they -hunt fairly. When, they have got enough to make a dinner, they stop. -They keep our wits sharp. If we do not keep out of their way, it -is our own fault. It is a kind of game--the game of life. I guess -it is Old Mother Nature's way of keeping us wide-awake and sharpening -our wits, and so making us better fitted to live. +just as unfair. Sometimes awful storms will come up, and we just have +to find places where we can rest. Those hunters will hide near those +places and shoot at us when we are so tired that we can hardly move +a wing. It wouldn't be so bad if a hunter would be satisfied to kill +just one Duck, just as Reddy Fox is, but he seems to want to kill +_every_ Duck. Foxes and Hawks and Owls catch a good many young Ducks, +just as they do young Rabbits, but you know how we feel about that. +They only hunt when they are hungry, and they hunt fairly. When, they +have got enough to make a dinner, they stop. They keep our wits sharp. +If we do not keep out of their way, it is our own fault. It is a kind +of game--the game of life. I guess it is Old Mother Nature's way of +keeping us wide-awake and sharpening our wits, and so making us better +fitted to live. “With these two-legged creatures with terrible guns, it is all -different. We don't have any chance at all. If they hunted us as -Reddy Fox does, tried to catch us themselves, it would be different. -But their terrible guns kill when we are a long way off, and there -isn't any way for us to know of the danger. And then, when one of -them does kill a Duck, he isn't satisfied, but keeps on killing -and killing and killing. I'm sure one would make him a dinner, if -that is what he wants. - -“And they often simply break the wings or otherwise terribly hurt -the ones they shoot at, and then leave them to suffer, unable -to take care of themselves. Oh, dear, I'm afraid that is what has -happened to Mr. Quack.” +different. We don't have any chance at all. If they hunted us as Reddy +Fox does, tried to catch us themselves, it would be different. But +their terrible guns kill when we are a long way off, and there isn't +any way for us to know of the danger. And then, when one of them does +kill a Duck, he isn't satisfied, but keeps on killing and killing and +killing. I'm sure one would make him a dinner, if that is what he wants. + +“And they often simply break the wings or otherwise terribly hurt the +ones they shoot at, and then leave them to suffer, unable to take care +of themselves. Oh, dear, I'm afraid that is what has happened to Mr. +Quack.” Once more poor Mrs. Quack was quite overcome with her troubles and -sorrows. Peter wished with all his heart that he could do something -to comfort her, but of course he couldn't, so he just sat still and -waited until she could tell him just what did happen to Mr. Quack. +sorrows. Peter wished with all his heart that he could do something to +comfort her, but of course he couldn't, so he just sat still and waited +until she could tell him just what did happen to Mr. Quack. -XII + XII -WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK + WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK -“When did you last see Mr. Quack?” asked Jerry Muskrat, who had -been listening while Mrs. Quack told Peter Rabbit about her terrible -journey. +“When did you last see Mr. Quack?” asked Jerry Muskrat, who had been +listening while Mrs. Quack told Peter Rabbit about her terrible journey. “Early yesterday morning,” replied Mrs. Quack, the tears once more -filling her eyes. “We had reached the Big River over there, just -six of us out of the big flock that had started from the sunny -Southland. How we got as far as that I don't know. But we did, and -neither Mr. Quack nor I had lost a feather from those terrible guns -that had banged at us all the way up and that had killed so many -of our friends. - -“We were flying up the Big River, and everything seemed perfectly -safe. We were in a hurry, and when we came to a bend in the Big -River, we flew quite close to shore, so as not to have to go way -out and around. That was where Mr. Quack made a mistake. Even the -smartest people will make mistakes sometimes, you know.” - -Peter Rabbit nodded, “I know,” said he. “I've made them myself.” - And then he wondered why Jerry Muskrat laughed right out. - -“Yes,” continued Mrs. Quack, “that is where Mr. Quack made a mistake, -a great mistake. I suppose that because not a single gun had been -fired at us that morning he thought perhaps there were no hunters -on the Big River. So to save time he led us close to shore. And -then it happened. There was a bang, bang of a terrible gun, and -down fell Mr. Quack just as we had seen so many fall before. It was -awful. There was Mr. Quack flying in front of me on swift, strong -wings, and there never was a swifter, stronger flier or a handsomer -Duck than Mr. Quack, and then all in the wink of an eye he was -tumbling helplessly down, down to the water below, and I was flying -on alone, for the other Ducks turned off, and I don't know what -became of them. I couldn't stop to see what became of Mr. Quack, -because if I had, that terrible gun would have killed me. So I kept -on a little way and then turned and went back, only I kept out in -the middle of the Big River. I dropped down on the water and swam -about, calling and calling, but I didn't get any answer, and so I -don't know what has become of Mr. Quack. I am afraid he was killed, -and if he was, I wish I had been killed myself.” +filling her eyes. “We had reached the Big River over there, just six of +us out of the big flock that had started from the sunny Southland. How +we got as far as that I don't know. But we did, and neither Mr. Quack +nor I had lost a feather from those terrible guns that had banged at us +all the way up and that had killed so many of our friends. + +“We were flying up the Big River, and everything seemed perfectly safe. +We were in a hurry, and when we came to a bend in the Big River, we +flew quite close to shore, so as not to have to go way out and around. +That was where Mr. Quack made a mistake. Even the smartest people will +make mistakes sometimes, you know.” + +Peter Rabbit nodded, “I know,” said he. “I've made them myself.” And +then he wondered why Jerry Muskrat laughed right out. + +“Yes,” continued Mrs. Quack, “that is where Mr. Quack made a mistake, a +great mistake. I suppose that because not a single gun had been fired +at us that morning he thought perhaps there were no hunters on the Big +River. So to save time he led us close to shore. And then it happened. +There was a bang, bang of a terrible gun, and down fell Mr. Quack just +as we had seen so many fall before. It was awful. There was Mr. Quack +flying in front of me on swift, strong wings, and there never was a +swifter, stronger flier or a handsomer Duck than Mr. Quack, and then +all in the wink of an eye he was tumbling helplessly down, down to the +water below, and I was flying on alone, for the other Ducks turned +off, and I don't know what became of them. I couldn't stop to see what +became of Mr. Quack, because if I had, that terrible gun would have +killed me. So I kept on a little way and then turned and went back, +only I kept out in the middle of the Big River. I dropped down on the +water and swam about, calling and calling, but I didn't get any answer, +and so I don't know what has become of Mr. Quack. I am afraid he was +killed, and if he was, I wish I had been killed myself.” Here Mrs. Quack choked up so that she couldn't say another word. Peter's own eyes were full of tears as he tried to comfort her. -“Perhaps,” said he, “Mr. Quack wasn't killed and is hiding somewhere -along the Big River. I don't know why I feel so, but I feel sure -that he wasn't killed, and that you will find him yet.” +“Perhaps,” said he, “Mr. Quack wasn't killed and is hiding somewhere +along the Big River. I don't know why I feel so, but I feel sure that +he wasn't killed, and that you will find him yet.” “That's why I've waited instead of going on,” replied Mrs. Quack -between sobs, “though it wouldn't have been of any use to go on -without my dear mate. I'm going back to the Big River now to look -for him. The trouble is, I don't dare go near the shore, and if he -is alive, he probably is hiding somewhere among the rushes along the -banks. I think I'll be going along now, but I'll be back to-night -if nothing happens to me. You folks who can always stay at home -have a great deal to be thankful for.” +between sobs, “though it wouldn't have been of any use to go on without +my dear mate. I'm going back to the Big River now to look for him. The +trouble is, I don't dare go near the shore, and if he is alive, he +probably is hiding somewhere among the rushes along the banks. I think +I'll be going along now, but I'll be back to-night if nothing happens +to me. You folks who can always stay at home have a great deal to be +thankful for.” -“It's lucky for me that Mrs. Peter wasn't here to hear her say -that,” said Peter, as he and Jerry Muskrat watched Mrs. Quack fly -swiftly towards the Big River. “Mrs. Peter is forever worrying and -scolding because I don't stay in the dear Old Briar-patch. If she -had heard Mrs. Quack say that, I never would have heard the last -of it. I wish there was something we could do for Mrs. Quack. I'm -going back to the dear Old Briar-patch to think it over, and I guess -the sooner I start the better, for that looks to me like Reddy Fox -over there, and he's headed this way.” +“It's lucky for me that Mrs. Peter wasn't here to hear her say that,” +said Peter, as he and Jerry Muskrat watched Mrs. Quack fly swiftly +towards the Big River. “Mrs. Peter is forever worrying and scolding +because I don't stay in the dear Old Briar-patch. If she had heard Mrs. +Quack say that, I never would have heard the last of it. I wish there +was something we could do for Mrs. Quack. I'm going back to the dear +Old Briar-patch to think it over, and I guess the sooner I start the +better, for that looks to me like Reddy Fox over there, and he's headed +this way.” -So off for home started Peter, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as -he could go, and all the way there he was turning over in his mind -what Mrs. Quack had told him and trying to think of some way to -help her. +So off for home started Peter, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as he +could go, and all the way there he was turning over in his mind what +Mrs. Quack had told him and trying to think of some way to help her. -XIII + XIII -PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK + PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK -To get things done, if you'll but try, You'll always find there -is a way. What you yourself can't do alone The chances -are another may. + To get things done, if you'll but try, + You'll always find there is a way. + What you yourself can't do alone + The chances are another may. -When Peter Rabbit was once more safely back in the dear Old Briar-patch, -he told Mrs. Peter all about poor Mrs. Quack and her troubles. Then -for a long, long time he sat in a brown study. A brown study, you -know, is sitting perfectly still and thinking very hard. That was -what Peter did. He sat so still that if you had happened along, -you probably would have thought him asleep. But he wasn't asleep. -No, indeed! He was just thinking and thinking. He was trying to -think of some way to help Mrs. Quack. At last he gave a little sigh -of disappointment. +When Peter Rabbit was once more safely back in the dear Old +Briar-patch, he told Mrs. Peter all about poor Mrs. Quack and her +troubles. Then for a long, long time he sat in a brown study. A brown +study, you know, is sitting perfectly still and thinking very hard. +That was what Peter did. He sat so still that if you had happened +along, you probably would have thought him asleep. But he wasn't +asleep. No, indeed! He was just thinking and thinking. He was trying to +think of some way to help Mrs. Quack. At last he gave a little sigh of +disappointment. -[Illustration with caption: “Just tuck that fact away in that empty -head of yours and never say can't.”] +[Illustration: “Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours +and never say can't.”] “It can't be done,” said he. “There isn't any way.” “What can't be done?” demanded a voice right over his head. -Peter looked up. There sat Sammy Jay. Peter had been thinking so -hard that he hadn't seen Sammy arrive. +Peter looked up. There sat Sammy Jay. Peter had been thinking so hard +that he hadn't seen Sammy arrive. -“What can't be done?” repeated Sammy. “There isn't anything that -can't be done. There are plenty of things that you can't do, but -what you can't do some one else can. Just tuck that fact away in -that empty head of yours and never say can't.” You know Sammy dearly -loves to tease Peter. +“What can't be done?” repeated Sammy. “There isn't anything that can't +be done. There are plenty of things that you can't do, but what you +can't do some one else can. Just tuck that fact away in that empty head +of yours and never say can't.” You know Sammy dearly loves to tease +Peter. -Peter made a good-natured face at Sammy. “Which means, I suppose, -that what I can't do you can. You always did have a pretty good -opinion of yourself, Sammy,” said he. +Peter made a good-natured face at Sammy. “Which means, I suppose, that +what I can't do you can. You always did have a pretty good opinion of +yourself, Sammy,” said he. -“Nothing of the kind,” retorted Sammy. “I simply mean that nobody -can do everything, and that very often two heads are better than -one. It struck me that you had something on your mind, and I thought -I might be able to help you get rid of it. But of course, if you -don't want my help, supposing I could and would give it to you, -that is an end of the matter, and I guess I'll be on my way. The -Old Briar-patch is rather a dull place anyway.” +“Nothing of the kind,” retorted Sammy. “I simply mean that nobody can +do everything, and that very often two heads are better than one. It +struck me that you had something on your mind, and I thought I might +be able to help you get rid of it. But of course, if you don't want my +help, supposing I could and would give it to you, that is an end of the +matter, and I guess I'll be on my way. The Old Briar-patch is rather a +dull place anyway.” -Peter started to make a sharp retort, but thought better of it. -Instead he replied mildly: “I was just trying to think of some way -to help poor Mrs. Quack.” +Peter started to make a sharp retort, but thought better of it. Instead +he replied mildly: “I was just trying to think of some way to help poor +Mrs. Quack.” -“Help Mrs. Quack!” exclaimed Sammy in surprise. “Where under the -sun did you get acquainted with Mrs. Quack? What's the matter with -her? She always has looked to me quite able to help herself.” +“Help Mrs. Quack!” exclaimed Sammy in surprise. “Where under the sun +did you get acquainted with Mrs. Quack? What's the matter with her? She +always has looked to me quite able to help herself.” “Well, she isn't. That is, she needs others to help her just now,” - replied Peter, “and I've been most thinking my head off trying to -find a way to help her.” Then he told Sammy how he had met Mrs. -Quack at the Smiling Pool and how terrible her long journey up from -the sunny Southland had been, and how Mr. Quack had been shot by -a hunter with a terrible gun, and how poor Mrs. Quack was quite -heartbroken, and how she had gone over to the Big River to look -for him but didn't dare go near the places where he might be hiding -if he were still alive and hurt so that he couldn't fly, and how -cruel and terribly unfair were the men with terrible guns, and all -the other things he had learned from Mrs. Quack. - -Sammy listened with his head cocked on one side, and for once he -didn't interrupt Peter or try to tease him or make fun of him. In -fact, as Peter looked up at him, he could see that Sammy was very -serious and thoughtful, and that the more he heard of Mrs. Quack's -story the more thoughtful he looked. When Peter finished, Sammy -flew down a little nearer to Peter. +replied Peter, “and I've been most thinking my head off trying to find +a way to help her.” Then he told Sammy how he had met Mrs. Quack at +the Smiling Pool and how terrible her long journey up from the sunny +Southland had been, and how Mr. Quack had been shot by a hunter with a +terrible gun, and how poor Mrs. Quack was quite heartbroken, and how +she had gone over to the Big River to look for him but didn't dare go +near the places where he might be hiding if he were still alive and +hurt so that he couldn't fly, and how cruel and terribly unfair were +the men with terrible guns, and all the other things he had learned +from Mrs. Quack. + +Sammy listened with his head cocked on one side, and for once he didn't +interrupt Peter or try to tease him or make fun of him. In fact, as +Peter looked up at him, he could see that Sammy was very serious and +thoughtful, and that the more he heard of Mrs. Quack's story the more +thoughtful he looked. When Peter finished, Sammy flew down a little +nearer to Peter. “I beg your pardon for saying your head is empty, Peter,” said he. -“Your heart is right, anyway. Of course, there isn't anything you -can do to help Mrs. Quack, but as I told you in the beginning, -what you can't do others can. Now I don't say that I can help Mrs. -Quack, but I can try. I believe I'll do a little thinking myself.” +“Your heart is right, anyway. Of course, there isn't anything you can +do to help Mrs. Quack, but as I told you in the beginning, what you +can't do others can. Now I don't say that I can help Mrs. Quack, but I +can try. I believe I'll do a little thinking myself.” -So Sammy Jay in his turn went into a brown study, and Peter watched -him anxiously and a little hopefully. +So Sammy Jay in his turn went into a brown study, and Peter watched him +anxiously and a little hopefully. -XIV + XIV -SAMMY JAY'S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK + SAMMY JAY'S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK -Sammy Jay sat on the lowest branch of a little tree in the dear -Old Briar-patch just over Peter Rabbit's head, thinking as hard -as ever he could. Peter watched him and wondered if Sammy would -be able to think of any plan for helping poor Mrs. Quack. He hoped -so. He himself had thought and thought until he felt as if his -brains were all mixed up and he couldn't think any more. So he -watched Sammy and waited and hoped. +Sammy Jay sat on the lowest branch of a little tree in the dear Old +Briar-patch just over Peter Rabbit's head, thinking as hard as ever he +could. Peter watched him and wondered if Sammy would be able to think +of any plan for helping poor Mrs. Quack. He hoped so. He himself had +thought and thought until he felt as if his brains were all mixed up +and he couldn't think any more. So he watched Sammy and waited and +hoped. -Presently Sammy flirted his wings in a way which Peter knew meant -that he had made up his mind. “Did I understand you to say that -Mrs. Quack said that if Mr. Quack is alive, he probably is hiding -among the rushes along the banks of the Big River?” he asked. +Presently Sammy flirted his wings in a way which Peter knew meant that +he had made up his mind. “Did I understand you to say that Mrs. Quack +said that if Mr. Quack is alive, he probably is hiding among the rushes +along the banks of the Big River?” he asked. Peter nodded. -“And that she said that she doesn't dare go near the banks because -of fear of the terrible guns?” +“And that she said that she doesn't dare go near the banks because of +fear of the terrible guns?” Again Peter nodded. -“Well, if that's the case, what is the matter with some of us who -are not afraid of the terrible guns looking for Mr. Quack?” said -Sammy. “I will, for one, and I'm quite sure that my cousin, Blacky -the Crow, will, for another. He surely will if he thinks it will -spoil the plans of any hunters. Blacky would go a long distance to -do that. He hates terrible guns and the men who use them. And he -knows all about them. He has very sharp eyes, has Blacky, and he -knows when a man has got a gun and when he hasn't. More than that, -he can tell better than any one I know of just how near he can -safely go to one of those terrible guns. He is smart, my cousin -Blacky is, and if he will help me look for Mr. Quack, we'll find -him if he is alive.” - -“That will be splendid!” cried Peter, clapping his hands. “But -aren't you afraid of those terrible guns, Sammy?” - -“Not when the hunters are trying for Ducks,” replied Sammy. “If -there is a Duck anywhere in sight, they won't shoot at poor little -me or even at Blacky, though they would shoot at him any other time. -You see, they know that shooting at us would frighten the Ducks. -Blacky knows all about the Big River. In the winter he often gets -considerable of his food along its banks. I've been over there a -number of times, but I don't know so much about it as he does. Now -here is my plan. I'll go find Blacky and tell him all about what -we want to do for Mrs. Quack. Then, when Mrs. Quack comes back -to the Smiling Pool, if she hasn't found Mr. Quack, we'll tell her -what we are going to do and what she must do. She must swim right -up the Big River, keeping out in the middle where she will be safe. -If there are any hunters hiding along the bank, they will see her, -and then they won't shoot at Blacky or me because they will keep -hoping that Mrs. Quack will swim in near enough for them to shoot -her. Blacky will fly along over one bank of the Big River, and I -will do the same over the other bank, keeping as nearly opposite -Mrs. Quack as we can. Being up in the air that way and looking -down, we will be able to see the hunters and also Mr. Quack, if -he is hiding among the rushes. Are you quite sure that Mrs. Quack -will come back to the Smiling Pool to-night?” - -“She said she would,” replied Peter. “Last night she came just a -little while before dark, and I think she will do the same thing -to-night, to see if any more corn has been left for her. You know -Farmer Brown's boy put some there yesterday, and it tasted so good -to her that I don't believe she will be able to stay away, even if -she wants to. I think your plan is perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay. -I do hope Blacky the Crow will help.” - -“He will. Don't worry about that,” replied Sammy. “Hello! There -goes Farmer Brown's boy over to the Smiling Pool now.” - -“Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know -it!” cried Peter. “He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and -I just know he has his pockets full of corn.” - -“I wouldn't mind a little of it myself,” said Sammy. “Well, I must -go along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter.” +“Well, if that's the case, what is the matter with some of us who are +not afraid of the terrible guns looking for Mr. Quack?” said Sammy. +“I will, for one, and I'm quite sure that my cousin, Blacky the Crow, +will, for another. He surely will if he thinks it will spoil the plans +of any hunters. Blacky would go a long distance to do that. He hates +terrible guns and the men who use them. And he knows all about them. He +has very sharp eyes, has Blacky, and he knows when a man has got a gun +and when he hasn't. More than that, he can tell better than any one I +know of just how near he can safely go to one of those terrible guns. +He is smart, my cousin Blacky is, and if he will help me look for Mr. +Quack, we'll find him if he is alive.” + +“That will be splendid!” cried Peter, clapping his hands. “But aren't +you afraid of those terrible guns, Sammy?” + +“Not when the hunters are trying for Ducks,” replied Sammy. “If there +is a Duck anywhere in sight, they won't shoot at poor little me or even +at Blacky, though they would shoot at him any other time. You see, +they know that shooting at us would frighten the Ducks. Blacky knows +all about the Big River. In the winter he often gets considerable of +his food along its banks. I've been over there a number of times, but +I don't know so much about it as he does. Now here is my plan. I'll go +find Blacky and tell him all about what we want to do for Mrs. Quack. +Then, when Mrs. Quack comes back to the Smiling Pool, if she hasn't +found Mr. Quack, we'll tell her what we are going to do and what she +must do. She must swim right up the Big River, keeping out in the +middle where she will be safe. If there are any hunters hiding along +the bank, they will see her, and then they won't shoot at Blacky or me +because they will keep hoping that Mrs. Quack will swim in near enough +for them to shoot her. Blacky will fly along over one bank of the Big +River, and I will do the same over the other bank, keeping as nearly +opposite Mrs. Quack as we can. Being up in the air that way and looking +down, we will be able to see the hunters and also Mr. Quack, if he is +hiding among the rushes. Are you quite sure that Mrs. Quack will come +back to the Smiling Pool to-night?” + +“She said she would,” replied Peter. “Last night she came just a little +while before dark, and I think she will do the same thing to-night, to +see if any more corn has been left for her. You know Farmer Brown's boy +put some there yesterday, and it tasted so good to her that I don't +believe she will be able to stay away, even if she wants to. I think +your plan is perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay. I do hope Blacky the Crow +will help.” + +“He will. Don't worry about that,” replied Sammy. “Hello! There goes +Farmer Brown's boy over to the Smiling Pool now.” + +“Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know it!” +cried Peter. “He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and I just +know he has his pockets full of corn.” + +“I wouldn't mind a little of it myself,” said Sammy. “Well, I must go +along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter.” “Good-by and good luck,” replied Peter. “I've always said you are not half such a bad fellow as you try to make folks think you are, Sammy Jay.” -“Thanks,” said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for -his cousin, Blacky the Crow. - - - - -XV - -THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK - - -In spite of her hopelessness in regard to Mr. Quack, there is no -doubt that Mrs. Quack felt better that night after she had eaten -the corn left among the rushes of the Smiling Pool by Farmer Brown's -boy. Now she had that very comfortable feeling that goes with a -full stomach, she could think better. As the Black Shadows crept -across the Smiling Pool, she turned over in her mind Sammy Jay's -plan for helping her the next day. The more she thought about it, -the better it seemed, and she began to feel a little ashamed that -she had not appeared more grateful to Sammy when he told her. At -the time she had been tired and hungry and discouraged. Now she -was beginning to feel rested, and she was no longer hungry. These -things made all the difference in the world. As she thought over -Sammy's plan, she began to feel a little hope, and when at last -she put her head under her wing to go to sleep, she had made up -her mind that the plan was worth trying, and that she would do her -part. - -Bright and early the next morning, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow -were in the Big Hickory-tree near the Smiling Pool ready to start -for the Big River to hunt for Mr. Quack. Peter Rabbit had been so -afraid that he would miss something that he had stayed near the -Smiling Pool all night, so he was on hand to see the start. - -It had been agreed that Mrs. Quack was to go to a certain place on -the Big River and then swim up as far as she thought it would be -of any use. She was to stay in the middle of the river, where she -would be quite safe from hunters with terrible guns, and where also -these same hunters would be sure to see her and so not be tempted -to shoot at Blacky the Crow if he happened to fly over them. You -see, they would hope that Mrs. Quack would swim in near enough to -be shot and so would not risk frightening her by shooting at Blacky. - -When Mrs. Quack had finished her breakfast, she started for the -Big River, and her stout wings moved so swiftly that they made a -whistling sound. Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow followed her, but -though they flew as fast as they could, Mrs. Quack had reached -the Big River before they had gone half the way. When they did get -there, they saw Mrs. Quack out in the middle, swimming about and -watching for them. Blacky flew across the river and pretended to -be hunting for food along the farther bank, just as every hunter -knows he often does. Sammy Jay did the same thing on the other -bank. - -Mrs. Quack swam slowly up the Big River, keeping in the middle, -and Blacky and Sammy followed along up the two banks, all the time -using their sharp eyes for all they were worth to find Mr. Quack -hiding among the broken-down rushes or under the bushes in the -water, for the Big River had overflowed its banks, and in some -places bushes and trees were in the water. - -Now Sammy Jay dearly loves to hunt for things. Whenever he knows -that one of his neighbors in the Green Forest has hidden something, -he likes to hunt for it. It isn't so much that he wants what has -been hidden, as it is that he wants to feel he is smart enough to -find it. When he does find it, he usually steals it, I'm sorry to -say. But it is the fun of hunting that Sammy enjoys most. So now -Sammy thoroughly enjoyed hunting for Mr. Quack. He peered into every -likely hiding-place and became so interested that he quite forgot -about the hunters who might be waiting along the bank. +“Thanks,” said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for his +cousin, Blacky the Crow. + + + + + XV + + THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK + + +In spite of her hopelessness in regard to Mr. Quack, there is no doubt +that Mrs. Quack felt better that night after she had eaten the corn +left among the rushes of the Smiling Pool by Farmer Brown's boy. Now +she had that very comfortable feeling that goes with a full stomach, +she could think better. As the Black Shadows crept across the Smiling +Pool, she turned over in her mind Sammy Jay's plan for helping her the +next day. The more she thought about it, the better it seemed, and she +began to feel a little ashamed that she had not appeared more grateful +to Sammy when he told her. At the time she had been tired and hungry +and discouraged. Now she was beginning to feel rested, and she was no +longer hungry. These things made all the difference in the world. As +she thought over Sammy's plan, she began to feel a little hope, and +when at last she put her head under her wing to go to sleep, she had +made up her mind that the plan was worth trying, and that she would do +her part. + +Bright and early the next morning, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow were +in the Big Hickory-tree near the Smiling Pool ready to start for the +Big River to hunt for Mr. Quack. Peter Rabbit had been so afraid that +he would miss something that he had stayed near the Smiling Pool all +night, so he was on hand to see the start. + +It had been agreed that Mrs. Quack was to go to a certain place on the +Big River and then swim up as far as she thought it would be of any +use. She was to stay in the middle of the river, where she would be +quite safe from hunters with terrible guns, and where also these same +hunters would be sure to see her and so not be tempted to shoot at +Blacky the Crow if he happened to fly over them. You see, they would +hope that Mrs. Quack would swim in near enough to be shot and so would +not risk frightening her by shooting at Blacky. + +When Mrs. Quack had finished her breakfast, she started for the Big +River, and her stout wings moved so swiftly that they made a whistling +sound. Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow followed her, but though they flew +as fast as they could, Mrs. Quack had reached the Big River before they +had gone half the way. When they did get there, they saw Mrs. Quack out +in the middle, swimming about and watching for them. Blacky flew across +the river and pretended to be hunting for food along the farther bank, +just as every hunter knows he often does. Sammy Jay did the same thing +on the other bank. + +Mrs. Quack swam slowly up the Big River, keeping in the middle, and +Blacky and Sammy followed along up the two banks, all the time using +their sharp eyes for all they were worth to find Mr. Quack hiding among +the broken-down rushes or under the bushes in the water, for the Big +River had overflowed its banks, and in some places bushes and trees +were in the water. + +Now Sammy Jay dearly loves to hunt for things. Whenever he knows that +one of his neighbors in the Green Forest has hidden something, he likes +to hunt for it. It isn't so much that he wants what has been hidden, as +it is that he wants to feel he is smart enough to find it. When he does +find it, he usually steals it, I'm sorry to say. But it is the fun of +hunting that Sammy enjoys most. So now Sammy thoroughly enjoyed hunting +for Mr. Quack. He peered into every likely hiding-place and became so +interested that he quite forgot about the hunters who might be waiting +along the bank. So it happened that he didn't see a boat drawn in among the bushes until he was right over it. Sitting in it was a man with a terrible -gun, very intently watching Mrs. Quack out in the middle of the -Big River. Sammy was so startled that before he thought he opened -his mouth and screamed “Thief! thief! thief!” at the top of his -lungs, and flew away with all his might. Mrs. Quack heard his scream -and understood just what it meant. +gun, very intently watching Mrs. Quack out in the middle of the Big +River. Sammy was so startled that before he thought he opened his mouth +and screamed “Thief! thief! thief!” at the top of his lungs, and flew +away with all his might. Mrs. Quack heard his scream and understood +just what it meant. -A little later Blacky the Crow discovered another hunter hiding -behind the bushes on his side. “Caw! caw! caw!” shouted Blacky, -flying out over the water far enough to be safe from that terrible -gun he could see. +A little later Blacky the Crow discovered another hunter hiding behind +the bushes on his side. “Caw! caw! caw!” shouted Blacky, flying out +over the water far enough to be safe from that terrible gun he could +see. “Quack! quack!” replied Mrs. Quack, which meant that she understood. And so the hunt went on without a sign of poor Mr. Quack. @@ -1412,344 +1353,329 @@ And so the hunt went on without a sign of poor Mr. Quack. -XVI + XVI -SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN + SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN For all their peeking and peering among the broken-down rushes and -under the bushes along the banks of the Big River, and no sharper -eyes ever peeked and peered, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had -found no sign of the missing Mr. Quack. - -“I guess Mrs. Quack was right and that Mr. Quack was killed when -he was shot,” muttered Sammy to himself. “Probably one of those -hunters had him for dinner long ago. Hello! There's another hunter -up where the Laughing Brook joins the Big River! I guess I won't -take any chances. I'd like to find Mr. Quack, but Sammy Jay is a -lot more important to me than Mr. Quack, and that fellow just might -happen to take it into his head to shoot at me.” - -So Sammy silently flew around back of the hunter and stopped in a -tree where he could watch all that the man did. For some time Sammy -sat there watching. The hunter was sitting behind a sort of fence -of bushes which quite hid him from any one who might happen to be -out on the Big River. But of course Sammy could see him perfectly, -because he was behind him. Out in front of that little fence, which -was on the very edge of the water, were a number of what Sammy -at first took to be some of Mrs. Quack's relatives. “Why doesn't -he shoot them?” thought Sammy. He puzzled over this as he watched -them until suddenly it came into his head that he hadn't seen one -of them move since he began watching them. The man changed his -position, and still those Ducks didn't move, although some of them -were so near that they simply couldn't have helped knowing when the -hunter moved unless they were more stupid than any one of Sammy's -acquaintance. - -This was very curious, very curious indeed. Sammy flew a little -nearer and then a little nearer, taking the greatest care not to -make a sound. Pretty soon he was so near that he could see those -Ducks very plainly, and he stared with all his might. He couldn't -see any feathers! No, Sir, he couldn't see any feathers! Then he -understood. - -“Huh!” said he to himself. “Those are not Ducks at all. They are -just pieces of wood made to look like Ducks. Now I wonder what they -are for.” - -In a few minutes he found out. He saw the hunter crouch down a -little lower and look down the Big River. Sammy looked too. He saw -a flock of real Ducks flying swiftly just above the middle of the -Big River. Suddenly the leader turned straight towards the place -where the hunter was hiding, and the others followed him. He could -hear Mrs. Quack calling excitedly out in the middle of the Big -River, but the strangers did not heed her. They had their eyes on -those wooden Ducks and were coming straight in to join them. - -“They think they are real Ducks and so this place is perfectly -safe!” thought Sammy. He saw the hunter make ready to shoot with his -terrible gun and then, without stopping to think what might happen -to him, he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice. -He saw the Ducks suddenly swing out towards the middle of the Big -River and knew that they had heard his warning. He saw the hunter -suddenly rise and point his gun at the flying Ducks. He heard the -bang, bang of the terrible gun, but not one of the flock was hit. The -distance was too great. Sammy chuckled happily. Then he remembered -that he himself was within easy reach of that terrible gun, and -probably the hunter was very angry. In great fright Sammy turned -and flew, dodging behind trees and every second expecting to hear -again the roar of that terrible gun. - -But he didn't, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now -in flying away from the hunter he had followed the Laughing Brook -where it winds through a sort of swamp before it joins the Big -River. Because there was more water than could be kept between the -banks of the Big River, it had crept over the banks, and all the -trees of the swamp were standing in water. Just beyond where Sammy -was sitting was a pile of brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam, -dancing down through the tree tops, touched something under the -edge of the brush, and Sammy's sharp eyes caught a flash of green. -Idly he watched it, and presently it moved. Instantly Sammy was -all curiosity. He flew over where he could see better. - -“Now what can that be?” thought Sammy, as he peered down at the -pile of brush and tried to see under it. - - - - -XVII - -MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST +under the bushes along the banks of the Big River, and no sharper eyes +ever peeked and peered, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had found no sign +of the missing Mr. Quack. + +“I guess Mrs. Quack was right and that Mr. Quack was killed when he was +shot,” muttered Sammy to himself. “Probably one of those hunters had +him for dinner long ago. Hello! There's another hunter up where the +Laughing Brook joins the Big River! I guess I won't take any chances. +I'd like to find Mr. Quack, but Sammy Jay is a lot more important to me +than Mr. Quack, and that fellow just might happen to take it into his +head to shoot at me.” + +So Sammy silently flew around back of the hunter and stopped in a tree +where he could watch all that the man did. For some time Sammy sat +there watching. The hunter was sitting behind a sort of fence of bushes +which quite hid him from any one who might happen to be out on the Big +River. But of course Sammy could see him perfectly, because he was +behind him. Out in front of that little fence, which was on the very +edge of the water, were a number of what Sammy at first took to be some +of Mrs. Quack's relatives. “Why doesn't he shoot them?” thought Sammy. +He puzzled over this as he watched them until suddenly it came into +his head that he hadn't seen one of them move since he began watching +them. The man changed his position, and still those Ducks didn't move, +although some of them were so near that they simply couldn't have +helped knowing when the hunter moved unless they were more stupid than +any one of Sammy's acquaintance. + +This was very curious, very curious indeed. Sammy flew a little nearer +and then a little nearer, taking the greatest care not to make a sound. +Pretty soon he was so near that he could see those Ducks very plainly, +and he stared with all his might. He couldn't see any feathers! No, +Sir, he couldn't see any feathers! Then he understood. + +“Huh!” said he to himself. “Those are not Ducks at all. They are just +pieces of wood made to look like Ducks. Now I wonder what they are for.” + +In a few minutes he found out. He saw the hunter crouch down a little +lower and look down the Big River. Sammy looked too. He saw a flock +of real Ducks flying swiftly just above the middle of the Big River. +Suddenly the leader turned straight towards the place where the hunter +was hiding, and the others followed him. He could hear Mrs. Quack +calling excitedly out in the middle of the Big River, but the strangers +did not heed her. They had their eyes on those wooden Ducks and were +coming straight in to join them. + +“They think they are real Ducks and so this place is perfectly safe!” +thought Sammy. He saw the hunter make ready to shoot with his terrible +gun and then, without stopping to think what might happen to him, he +opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice. He saw the Ducks +suddenly swing out towards the middle of the Big River and knew that +they had heard his warning. He saw the hunter suddenly rise and point +his gun at the flying Ducks. He heard the bang, bang of the terrible +gun, but not one of the flock was hit. The distance was too great. +Sammy chuckled happily. Then he remembered that he himself was within +easy reach of that terrible gun, and probably the hunter was very +angry. In great fright Sammy turned and flew, dodging behind trees and +every second expecting to hear again the roar of that terrible gun. + +But he didn't, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now in +flying away from the hunter he had followed the Laughing Brook where it +winds through a sort of swamp before it joins the Big River. Because +there was more water than could be kept between the banks of the Big +River, it had crept over the banks, and all the trees of the swamp were +standing in water. Just beyond where Sammy was sitting was a pile of +brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam, dancing down through the +tree tops, touched something under the edge of the brush, and Sammy's +sharp eyes caught a flash of green. Idly he watched it, and presently +it moved. Instantly Sammy was all curiosity. He flew over where he +could see better. + +“Now what can that be?” thought Sammy, as he peered down at the pile of +brush and tried to see under it. + + + + + XVII + + MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST Sammy Jay's eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the -pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds -its way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know -it was spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the -Big River has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big -River than its banks would hold as it hurried down to the Great -Ocean. It just couldn't hurry fast enough to take all that water -down as fast as it ran into the Big River, and so the water had -crept over the banks in places. It had done this right here in the -little swamp where Sammy was. - -Sammy sat perfectly still, for he learned long ago that only by -keeping perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That -green spot had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it -must be something alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody, -and Sammy wanted to know who it was. Try as he would he couldn't -remember any one who wore such glossy green as that. So he sat -perfectly still, for he knew that if whoever was hiding under that -brush should even guess that he was being watched, he would not -come out. +pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds its +way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know it was +spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the Big River +has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big River than +its banks would hold as it hurried down to the Great Ocean. It just +couldn't hurry fast enough to take all that water down as fast as it +ran into the Big River, and so the water had crept over the banks in +places. It had done this right here in the little swamp where Sammy was. + +Sammy sat perfectly still, for he learned long ago that only by keeping +perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That green spot +had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it must be something +alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody, and Sammy wanted to know +who it was. Try as he would he couldn't remember any one who wore such +glossy green as that. So he sat perfectly still, for he knew that if +whoever was hiding under that brush should even guess that he was being +watched, he would not come out. So, his eyes sparkling with excitement, Sammy watched. He was impatiently patient. Did you know that it is possible to be impatiently patient? Well, it is. Sammy was just boiling with impatience inside, but he didn't let that impatience spoil the patience of his waiting. -He sat there just as still as still, with his eyes fixed on that -green spot, and you would never have guessed that he was fairly -bursting with impatience to know who it was he was watching. That -is what is called self-control. It means the power to make yourself -do a certain thing, no matter how much you may want to do something -else. It is a splendid thing to have, is self-control. +He sat there just as still as still, with his eyes fixed on that green +spot, and you would never have guessed that he was fairly bursting with +impatience to know who it was he was watching. That is what is called +self-control. It means the power to make yourself do a certain thing, +no matter how much you may want to do something else. It is a splendid +thing to have, is self-control. After what seemed to Sammy a very long time, the green spot moved -again. Little by little something reached out from under the pile -of brush. It was a head, a very beautiful green head, and it was -exactly like Mrs. Quack's head, only hers was a sober brown instead -of green. Sammy choked back a little gasp of surprise as a sudden -thought popped into his head. Could this be the lost Mr. Quack? -He had forgotten that probably Mr. Quack dressed differently from -Mrs. Quack, and so of course he had been looking for some one all -in brown. There was the bang of a gun somewhere over on the Big -River, and the green head was hastily withdrawn under the bush, but -not before Sammy had seen a look of terrible fear in his eyes. “I -believe it IS Mr. Quack!” thought Sammy. “If it is, I'll have the -best news ever to tell Mrs. Quack. Just trust Sammy Jay to find -anything he goes looking for.” - -This was just plain boasting, and Sammy knew it. But Sammy always -does have a good opinion of himself. It is one of his faults. He -quite lost sight of the fact that it was entirely by accident that -he had come over to this swamp. Now that he had guessed who this -might be, he was less impatient. He waited as still as you please, -and at last the green head was slowly stretched out again, and -Sammy could see that the neck was green, too, and that around the -neck was a white collar. Sammy could keep still no longer. - -[Illustration with caption: “Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am -Mr. Quack.”] +again. Little by little something reached out from under the pile of +brush. It was a head, a very beautiful green head, and it was exactly +like Mrs. Quack's head, only hers was a sober brown instead of green. +Sammy choked back a little gasp of surprise as a sudden thought popped +into his head. Could this be the lost Mr. Quack? He had forgotten that +probably Mr. Quack dressed differently from Mrs. Quack, and so of +course he had been looking for some one all in brown. There was the +bang of a gun somewhere over on the Big River, and the green head was +hastily withdrawn under the bush, but not before Sammy had seen a look +of terrible fear in his eyes. “I believe it _is_ Mr. Quack!” thought +Sammy. “If it is, I'll have the best news ever to tell Mrs. Quack. Just +trust Sammy Jay to find anything he goes looking for.” + +This was just plain boasting, and Sammy knew it. But Sammy always does +have a good opinion of himself. It is one of his faults. He quite lost +sight of the fact that it was entirely by accident that he had come +over to this swamp. Now that he had guessed who this might be, he was +less impatient. He waited as still as you please, and at last the green +head was slowly stretched out again, and Sammy could see that the neck +was green, too, and that around the neck was a white collar. Sammy +could keep still no longer. + +[Illustration: “Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack.”] “Are you Mr. Quack?” he asked eagerly. -The beautiful head disappeared like a flash. Sammy waited a minute -or two, before he repeated his question, adding: “You needn't be -afraid. There isn't anybody here but me, and I'm your friend. I -just want to know if you are Mr. Quack because I've been looking -for you for Mrs. Quack. Are you?” +The beautiful head disappeared like a flash. Sammy waited a minute or +two, before he repeated his question, adding: “You needn't be afraid. +There isn't anybody here but me, and I'm your friend. I just want to +know if you are Mr. Quack because I've been looking for you for Mrs. +Quack. Are you?” -Slowly, looking this way and that way with fear and suspicion in -his eyes, a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush. -“Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs. -Quack?” +Slowly, looking this way and that way with fear and suspicion in his +eyes, a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush. “Yes,” +said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs. Quack?” -“Safe and sound over on the Big River,” replied Sammy joyfully. -“Oh, I'm so glad I've found you!” +“Safe and sound over on the Big River,” replied Sammy joyfully. “Oh, +I'm so glad I've found you!” -XVIII + XVIII -SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP + SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP -When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the swamp over by the bank of the -Big River, he flew straight back to the Smiling Pool. At first he -thought of flying out over the Big River and screaming the news to -Mrs. Quack, who, you know, was swimming about out there. But he -knew that if he did, she would very likely fly right over where Mr. -Quack was, and that wouldn't do at all. No, indeed, that wouldn't -do at all. One of the hunters would be sure to see her. So Sammy -wisely flew back to the Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should -come back there for the night. +When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the swamp over by the bank of the Big +River, he flew straight back to the Smiling Pool. At first he thought +of flying out over the Big River and screaming the news to Mrs. Quack, +who, you know, was swimming about out there. But he knew that if he +did, she would very likely fly right over where Mr. Quack was, and +that wouldn't do at all. No, indeed, that wouldn't do at all. One of +the hunters would be sure to see her. So Sammy wisely flew back to the +Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should come back there for the +night. -Of course he told Peter Rabbit all about Mr. Quack, and Peter was -so delighted at the thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered -about in quite the craziest way. “Does Mrs. Quack know yet?” asked -Peter. +Of course he told Peter Rabbit all about Mr. Quack, and Peter was so +delighted at the thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered about +in quite the craziest way. “Does Mrs. Quack know yet?” asked Peter. -Sammy shook his head. “I'm going to tell her when she comes back -here to-night,” he explained. “I was afraid if I told her before -then she would fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in -trouble.” +Sammy shook his head. “I'm going to tell her when she comes back here +to-night,” he explained. “I was afraid if I told her before then she +would fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in trouble.” -“Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn't -have thought of that. My, won't she be happy when you do tell her! -I wonder what she'll say and what she'll do. I'm going to stay right -here so as to see her when she hears the good news. Here comes your -cousin, Blacky the Crow. Does he know yet?” +“Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn't have +thought of that. My, won't she be happy when you do tell her! I wonder +what she'll say and what she'll do. I'm going to stay right here so as +to see her when she hears the good news. Here comes your cousin, Blacky +the Crow. Does he know yet?” “No,” replied Sammy, “but I'm going to tell him as soon as he gets -here.” They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon -as he was within hearing Sammy shouted the news. “Caw, caw, caw,” - replied Blacky, hurrying a little faster. - -As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree, Sammy told the whole -story over again, and Blacky was quite as glad as the others. While -they waited for Mrs. Quack he told how he had hunted and hunted -along the farther bank of the Big River and how he had seen the -hunters with their terrible guns hiding and had warned Mrs. Quack -just where each one was. - -Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was getting ready to go to bed behind -the Purple Hills and the Black Shadows were beginning to creep out -over the Green Meadows before Mrs. Quack came. In fact, Sammy Jay -and Blacky were getting very uneasy. It was almost bed-time for -them, for neither of them dared stay out after dark. They had almost -made up their minds to leave Peter to tell the news when they saw -Mrs. Quack coming swiftly from the direction of the Big River. She -looked so sad and discouraged that even Blacky the Crow was sorry -for her, and you know Blacky isn't much given to such feelings. +here.” They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon as he +was within hearing Sammy shouted the news. “Caw, caw, caw,” replied +Blacky, hurrying a little faster. + +As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree, Sammy told the whole story +over again, and Blacky was quite as glad as the others. While they +waited for Mrs. Quack he told how he had hunted and hunted along the +farther bank of the Big River and how he had seen the hunters with +their terrible guns hiding and had warned Mrs. Quack just where each +one was. + +Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was getting ready to go to bed behind the +Purple Hills and the Black Shadows were beginning to creep out over the +Green Meadows before Mrs. Quack came. In fact, Sammy Jay and Blacky +were getting very uneasy. It was almost bed-time for them, for neither +of them dared stay out after dark. They had almost made up their minds +to leave Peter to tell the news when they saw Mrs. Quack coming swiftly +from the direction of the Big River. She looked so sad and discouraged +that even Blacky the Crow was sorry for her, and you know Blacky isn't +much given to such feelings. “What's the news, Mrs. Quack?” asked Peter, his eyes dancing. “There isn't any,” replied Mrs. Quack. -“Oh, yes, there is!” cried Sammy Jay, who couldn't possibly keep -still any longer. +“Oh, yes, there is!” cried Sammy Jay, who couldn't possibly keep still +any longer. -“What is it?” demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter -that there was a wee bit of hope in her voice. +“What is it?” demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter that +there was a wee bit of hope in her voice. -“Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins -the Big River it flows through a little swamp?” asked Sammy. +“Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins the +Big River it flows through a little swamp?” asked Sammy. Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly. “What of it?” she demanded. “Nothing much, only if I were you I would go down there after dark,” - replied Sammy. +replied Sammy. Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply. “Why should I go down there?” - she asked. +she asked. -“If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?” asked -Sammy in his turn. +“If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?” asked Sammy +in his turn. Mrs. Quack promised that she would. -“Well, then,” replied Sammy, “this afternoon I found a stranger -hiding in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and neck -and a white collar.” +“Well, then,” replied Sammy, “this afternoon I found a stranger hiding +in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and neck and a white +collar.” -“Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!” cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and -lifted her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once. +“Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!” cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and lifted +her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once. “Stop!” cried Sammy sharply. “You said you would wait until I am through. It won't do for you to go there until after dark, because -there is a hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack's hiding-place. -Wait until it is dark and he has gone home. Then take my advice, -and when you have found Mr. Quack, bring him right up here to the -Smiling Pool. He can't fly, but he can swim up the Laughing Brook, -and this is the safest place for both of you. Now good night and -good luck.” +there is a hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack's hiding-place. Wait until +it is dark and he has gone home. Then take my advice, and when you have +found Mr. Quack, bring him right up here to the Smiling Pool. He can't +fly, but he can swim up the Laughing Brook, and this is the safest +place for both of you. Now good night and good luck.” -XIX + XIX -JERRY MUSKRAT'S GREAT IDEA + JERRY MUSKRAT'S GREAT IDEA -A friendly friend is a friend indeed When he proves a friend -in the time of need. + A friendly friend is a friend indeed + When he proves a friend in the time of need. -Mr. and Mrs. Quack had been so much taken up with each other and -with their troubles that they had quite forgotten they were not -alone in the Smiling Pool, which they had reached by swimming up -the Laughing Brook. So it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested -that if Mr. Quack's wing got strong they might be able to find -a lonesome pond not too far away where they could make their home -for the summer, they were a little startled to hear a voice say: -“I know where there is one, and you will not have to fly at all to -get to it.” Both jumped a little. You see their nerves had been -very much upset for a long time, and the least unexpected thing -made them jump. Then both laughed. +Mr. and Mrs. Quack had been so much taken up with each other and with +their troubles that they had quite forgotten they were not alone in the +Smiling Pool, which they had reached by swimming up the Laughing Brook. +So it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested that if Mr. Quack's wing +got strong they might be able to find a lonesome pond not too far away +where they could make their home for the summer, they were a little +startled to hear a voice say: “I know where there is one, and you will +not have to fly at all to get to it.” Both jumped a little. You see +their nerves had been very much upset for a long time, and the least +unexpected thing made them jump. Then both laughed. -“Hello, Jerry Muskrat! We'd forgotten all about you,” said Mrs. -Quack. “What was that you said?” +“Hello, Jerry Muskrat! We'd forgotten all about you,” said Mrs. Quack. +“What was that you said?” Jerry good-naturedly repeated what he had said. Mrs. Quack's face -brightened. “Do you really mean it?” she asked eagerly. “Do you -really mean that you know of a pond where we could live and not be -likely to be seen by these two-legged creatures called men?” +brightened. “Do you really mean it?” she asked eagerly. “Do you really +mean that you know of a pond where we could live and not be likely to +be seen by these two-legged creatures called men?” “That's what I said,” replied Jerry briefly. “Oh, Jerry, you're not joking, are you? Tell me you're not joking,” - begged Mrs. Quack. +begged Mrs. Quack. “Of course I'm not joking,” returned Jerry just a little bit indignantly, “I am not the kind of a fellow to joke people who are -in such trouble as you and Mr. Quack seem to be in. The idea came -to me while you were talking. I couldn't help overhearing what you -were saying, and the minute you mentioned a lonesome pond, the idea -came to me, and I think it's a perfectly splendid idea. I know of -just the lonesomest kind of a lonesome pond, and you won't have to -fly a stroke to get to it. If you are smart enough not to be caught -by Reddy Fox or Hooty the Owl or Billy Mink or any of those people -who hunt for a living, there isn't any reason I know of why you -shouldn't spend the summer there in peace and comfort.” +in such trouble as you and Mr. Quack seem to be in. The idea came to +me while you were talking. I couldn't help overhearing what you were +saying, and the minute you mentioned a lonesome pond, the idea came +to me, and I think it's a perfectly splendid idea. I know of just the +lonesomest kind of a lonesome pond, and you won't have to fly a stroke +to get to it. If you are smart enough not to be caught by Reddy Fox +or Hooty the Owl or Billy Mink or any of those people who hunt for a +living, there isn't any reason I know of why you shouldn't spend the +summer there in peace and comfort.” Mrs. Quack's eyes fairly shone with hope and eagerness. “Oh, Jerry, tell us where it is, and we'll start for it right away!” she cried. -Jerry's eyes twinkled. “Of course, the owner of that pond might -not like to have neighbors. I hadn't thought of that,” said he. -“Perhaps he ought to be asked first.” +Jerry's eyes twinkled. “Of course, the owner of that pond might not +like to have neighbors. I hadn't thought of that,” said he. “Perhaps he +ought to be asked first.” Mrs. Quack's face fell. “Who is the owner?” she asked. “My cousin, Paddy the Beaver. He made it,” replied Jerry proudly. -Mrs. Quack's face lighted up again at once. “I'm sure he won't -object,” said she. “We know a great many of the Beaver family. In -fact, they are very good neighbors of ours in our home in the far -Northland. I didn't suppose there was a Beaver pond anywhere around -here. Tell me where it is, Jerry, and I'll go right up there and -call on your cousin.” - -“All you've got to do is to follow the Laughing Brook way back -into the Green Forest, and you'll come to Paddy's pond,” said he. -“He made that pond himself two years ago. He came down from the Great -Woods and built a dam across the Laughing Brook way back there in -the Green Forest and gave us a great scare here in the Smiling Pool -by cutting off the water for a few days. He has got a very nice -pond there now. Honker the Goose and his flock spent a night in it -on their way south last fall.” +Mrs. Quack's face lighted up again at once. “I'm sure he won't object,” +said she. “We know a great many of the Beaver family. In fact, they are +very good neighbors of ours in our home in the far Northland. I didn't +suppose there was a Beaver pond anywhere around here. Tell me where it +is, Jerry, and I'll go right up there and call on your cousin.” + +“All you've got to do is to follow the Laughing Brook way back into the +Green Forest, and you'll come to Paddy's pond,” said he. “He made that +pond himself two years ago. He came down from the Great Woods and built +a dam across the Laughing Brook way back there in the Green Forest and +gave us a great scare here in the Smiling Pool by cutting off the water +for a few days. He has got a very nice pond there now. Honker the Goose +and his flock spent a night in it on their way south last fall.” Mrs. Quack waited to hear no more. She shot up into the air and disappeared over the tops of the trees in the Green Forest. @@ -1762,72 +1688,70 @@ watched her out of sight. -XX + XX -HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK + HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK -Whose heart is true and brave and strong, Who ne'er gives up -to grim despair, Will find some day that skies are blue And -all the world is bright and fair. + Whose heart is true and brave and strong, + Who ne'er gives up to grim despair, + Will find some day that skies are blue + And all the world is bright and fair. If you don't believe it, just ask Mr. and Mrs. Quack. They know. -Certainly the world never looked darker for any one than it did -for them when the terrible gun of a hunter broke Mr. Quack's wing -on the Big River and ended all their dreams of a home in the far -Northland. Then, through the help of Jerry Muskrat, they found -the lonely pond of Paddy the Beaver deep in the Green Forest, and -there, because their secret had been well kept, presently they -found peace and hope and then happiness. You see, the heart of Mrs. -Quack was true and brave and strong. She was the kind to make the -best of things, and she at once decided that if they couldn't have -their home where they wanted it, they would have it where they could -have it. She was determined that they should have a home anyway, -and Paddy the Beaver's little pond was not such a bad place after -all. +Certainly the world never looked darker for any one than it did for +them when the terrible gun of a hunter broke Mr. Quack's wing on the +Big River and ended all their dreams of a home in the far Northland. +Then, through the help of Jerry Muskrat, they found the lonely pond of +Paddy the Beaver deep in the Green Forest, and there, because their +secret had been well kept, presently they found peace and hope and then +happiness. You see, the heart of Mrs. Quack was true and brave and +strong. She was the kind to make the best of things, and she at once +decided that if they couldn't have their home where they wanted it, +they would have it where they could have it. She was determined that +they should have a home anyway, and Paddy the Beaver's little pond was +not such a bad place after all. So she wasted no time. She examined every inch of the shore of that -little pond. At last, a little back from the water, she found a -place to suit her, a place so well hidden by bushes that only the -sharpest eyes ever would find it. And a little later it would be -still harder to find, as she well knew, for all about clumps of -tall ferns were springing up, and when they had fully unfolded, not -even the keen eyes of Sammy Jay looking down from a near-by tree -would be able to discover her secret. There she made a nest on the -ground, a nest of dried grass and leaves, and lined it with the -softest and most beautiful of linings, down plucked from her own -breast. In it she laid ten eggs. Then came long weeks of patient -sitting on them, watching the wonder of growing things about her, -the bursting into bloom of shy wood flowers, the unfolding of leaves -on bush and tree, the springing up in a night of queer mushrooms, -which people call toadstools, and all the time dreaming beautiful -Duck dreams of the babies which would one day hatch from those -precious eggs. She never left them save to get a little food and -just enough exercise to keep her well and strong, and when she did +little pond. At last, a little back from the water, she found a place +to suit her, a place so well hidden by bushes that only the sharpest +eyes ever would find it. And a little later it would be still harder +to find, as she well knew, for all about clumps of tall ferns were +springing up, and when they had fully unfolded, not even the keen eyes +of Sammy Jay looking down from a near-by tree would be able to discover +her secret. There she made a nest on the ground, a nest of dried +grass and leaves, and lined it with the softest and most beautiful of +linings, down plucked from her own breast. In it she laid ten eggs. +Then came long weeks of patient sitting on them, watching the wonder of +growing things about her, the bursting into bloom of shy wood flowers, +the unfolding of leaves on bush and tree, the springing up in a night +of queer mushrooms, which people call toadstools, and all the time +dreaming beautiful Duck dreams of the babies which would one day hatch +from those precious eggs. She never left them save to get a little food +and just enough exercise to keep her well and strong, and when she did leave them, she always carefully pulled soft down over them to keep them warm while she was away. -Mr. Quack knew all about that nest, though he had taken no part -in building it and had no share in the care of those eggs. He was -very willing that she should do all the work and thought it quite -sufficient that he should be on guard to give warning if danger -should appear. So he spent the long beautiful days lazily swimming -about in the little pond, gossiping with Paddy the Beaver, and -taking the best of care of himself. The broken wing healed and grew -strong again, for it had not been so badly broken, after all. If -he missed the company of others of his kind which he would have -had during these long days of waiting had they been able to reach -their usual nesting-place in the far Northland, he never mentioned -it. - -Unknown to them, Farmer Brown's boy discovered where they were. -Later he came often to the pond and was content to sit quietly -on the shore and watch Mr. Quack, so that Mr. Quack grew quite -used to him and did not fear him at all. In fact, after the first -few times, he made no attempt to hide. You see he discovered that -Farmer Brown's boy was a friend. Always after he had left, there -was something good to eat near where he had been sitting, for Farmer -Brown's boy brought corn and oats and sometimes a handful of wheat. +Mr. Quack knew all about that nest, though he had taken no part in +building it and had no share in the care of those eggs. He was very +willing that she should do all the work and thought it quite sufficient +that he should be on guard to give warning if danger should appear. So +he spent the long beautiful days lazily swimming about in the little +pond, gossiping with Paddy the Beaver, and taking the best of care of +himself. The broken wing healed and grew strong again, for it had not +been so badly broken, after all. If he missed the company of others of +his kind which he would have had during these long days of waiting had +they been able to reach their usual nesting-place in the far Northland, +he never mentioned it. + +Unknown to them, Farmer Brown's boy discovered where they were. Later +he came often to the pond and was content to sit quietly on the shore +and watch Mr. Quack, so that Mr. Quack grew quite used to him and did +not fear him at all. In fact, after the first few times, he made no +attempt to hide. You see he discovered that Farmer Brown's boy was a +friend. Always after he had left, there was something good to eat near +where he had been sitting, for Farmer Brown's boy brought corn and oats +and sometimes a handful of wheat. He knew, and Mr. Quack knew that he knew, that somewhere near was a nest, but he did not try to find it much as he longed to, for he @@ -1835,388 +1759,22 @@ knew that would frighten and worry Mrs. Quack. So the dear, precious secret of Mr. and Mrs. Quack was kept, for not even Paddy the Beaver knew just where that nest was, and in due time, early one morning, Mrs. Quack proudly led forth for their first swim ten downy, funny -ducklings. +ducklings. Oh, those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in +the pond of Paddy the Beaver, and in their joy they quite forgot for +a time the terrible journey which had brought them there. But finally +the Ducklings grew up, and when Jack Frost came in the fall, the whole +family started on the long journey to the sunny Southland. I hope they +got there safely, don't you? + +[Illustration: Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in +the pond of Paddy the Beaver.] + +Among those whom Mr. and Mrs. Quack came to know very well while they +lived in the pond of Paddy the Beaver was that funny fellow who wears +rings on his tail--Bobby Coon. In the next book I will tell you of some +of Bobby's adventures. -[Illustration with caption: Those were happy days indeed for Mr. -and Mrs. Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver.] -Oh, those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond -of Paddy the Beaver, and in their joy they quite forgot for a time -the terrible journey which had brought them there. But finally the -Ducklings grew up, and when Jack Frost came in the fall, the whole -family started on the long journey to the sunny Southland. I hope -they got there safely, don't you? - -Among those whom Mr. and Mrs. Quack came to know very well while -they lived in the pond of Paddy the Beaver was that funny fellow -who wears rings on his tail--Bobby Coon. In the next book I will -tell you of some of Bobby's adventures. - -THE END - - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack, by -Thornton W. Burgess - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. 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QUACK</h1> + + <div class="center"><b><span class="small">BY</span><br>THORNTON W. BURGESS<br> + <span class="small">Author of “Old Mother West Wind,” “The Bedtime<br>Story-Books,” etc.</span></b></div> + + <div class="center" style="margin-top: 5%;"><b><i>With Illustrations by<br>HARRISON CADY</i></b></div> + + <figure style="margin-top: 5%;"><img class="center" style="width: 18%;" src="images/title.jpg" alt=""></figure> + + <div class="center" style="margin-top: 5%;"><b>BOSTON<BR>LITTLE, BROWN, AND COMPANY<br>1917</b></div> + + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"><h2>CONTENTS</h2></div> + + <table style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"> + <thead> + <tr> + <th>CHAPTER</th> + <th></th> + </tr> + </thead> + <tbody> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0002">I.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Peter Rabbit Becomes Acquainted with Mrs. Quack</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0003">II.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mrs. Quack Is Distrustful</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0004">III.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mrs Quack Tells About Her Home</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0005">IV.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mrs. Quack Continues Her Story</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0006">V.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Peter Learns More of Mrs. Quack’s Troubles</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0007">VI.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Farmer Brown’s Boy Visits the Smiling Pool</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0008">VII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mrs. Quack Returns</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0009">VIII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mrs. Quack Has a Good Meal and a Rest</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0010">IX.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Peter Rabbit Makes an Early Call</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0011">X.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">How Mr. and Mrs. Quack Started North</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0012">XI.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">The Terrible Terrible Guns</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0013">XII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">What Did Happen to Mr. Quack</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0014">XIII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Peter Tells About Mrs. Quack</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0015">XIV.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Sammy Jay’s Plan to Help Mrs. Quack</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0016">XV.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">The Hunt for Mr. Quack</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0017">XVI.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Sammy Jay Sees Something Green</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0018">XVII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Mr. Quack Is Found at Last</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0019">XVIII.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Sammy Jay Sends Mrs. Quack to the Swamp</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0020">XIX.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Jerry Muskrat’s Great Idea</td> + </tr> + <tr> + <td class="tdrt"><a href="#link2H_4_0021">XX.</a></td> + <td class="tdhang smcap">Happy Days for Mr. and Mrs. Quack</td> + </tr> + </tbody> + </table> + + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2>LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS</h2> + </div> - -<pre> - -Project Gutenberg's The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack, by Thornton W. 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QUACK *** - - - - -Text file produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team - -HTML file produced by David Widger - - - - -</pre> - - <div style="height: 8em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> + <ul> + <li><a href="#i_01">“Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit</a></li> + <li><a href="#i_02">Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool</a></li> + <li><a href="#i_03">“Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator'”</a></li> + <li><a href="#i_04">“Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours and never say can't”</a></li> + <li><a href="#i_05">“Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack”</a></li> + <li><a href="#i_06">Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver</a></li> + </ul> + + <hr class="chap i_0x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <div class="center" style="font-size: xx-large;"><b>THE ADVENTURES OF<br>POOR MRS. QUACK</b></div> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0002"><span class="large">I</span><br>PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MRS. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h1> - THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. QUACK - </h1> - <h3> - The Bedtime Story-Books - </h3> - <h2> - By Thornton W. Burgess - </h2> - <h4> - Author of “Old Mother West Wind,” “The Bedtime Story-Books,” etc. - </h4> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <p> - <b>CONTENTS</b> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0002"> I. PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MRS. - QUACK </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0003"> II. MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0004"> III. MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0005"> IV. MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0006"> V. PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK'S TROUBLES - </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0007"> VI. FARMER BROWN'S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL - </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0008"> VII. MRS. QUACK RETURNS </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0009"> VIII. MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0010"> IX. PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0011"> X. HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0012"> XI. THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0013"> XII. WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0014"> XIII. PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0015"> XIV. SAMMY JAY'S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0016"> XV. THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0017"> XVI. SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0018"> XVII. MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0019"> XVIII. SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP - </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0020"> XIX. JERRY MUSKRAT'S GREAT IDEA </a> - </p> - <p class="toc"> - <a href="#link2H_4_0021"> XX. HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK </a> - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0002" id="link2H_4_0002"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">Make a new acquaintance every time you can;</div> + <div class="i0">You’ll find it interesting and a very helpful plan.</div> + </div> + </div> </div> - <h2> - I. PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MRS. QUACK - </h2> - <p> - Make a new acquaintance every time you can; You'll find it interesting and - a very helpful plan. - </p> + <p> It means more knowledge. You cannot meet any one without learning something from him if you keep your ears open and your eyes open. Every @@ -191,94 +238,85 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger seen before swimming about there. He knew right away who it was. He knew that it was Mrs. Quack the Duck, because he had often heard about her. And then, too, it was very clear from her looks that she was a cousin of the - ducks he had seen in Farmer Brown's dooryard. The difference was that + ducks he had seen in Farmer Brown’s dooryard. The difference was that while they were big and white and stupid-looking, Mrs. Quack was smaller, brown, very trim, and looked anything but stupid. </p> <p> Peter was so surprised to see her in the Smiling Pool that he almost forgot to be polite. I am afraid he stared in a very impolite way as he - hurried to the edge of the bank. “I suppose,” said Peter, “that you are + hurried to the edge of the bank. “I suppose,” said Peter, “that you are Mrs. Quack, but I never expected to see you unless I should go over to the Big River, and that is a place I never have visited and hardly expect to because it is too far from the dear Old Briar-patch. You are Mrs. Quack, - aren't you?” + aren’t you?” </p> <p> - “Yes,” replied Mrs. Quack, “and you must be Peter Rabbit. I've heard of - you very often.” All the time Mrs. Quack was swimming back and forth and + “Yes,” replied Mrs. Quack, “and you must be Peter Rabbit. I’ve heard of + you very often.” All the time Mrs. Quack was swimming back and forth and in little circles in the most uneasy way. </p> <p> - “I hope you've heard nothing but good of me,” replied Peter. + “I hope you’ve heard nothing but good of me,” replied Peter. </p> <p> Mrs. Quack stopped her uneasy swimming for a minute and almost smiled as - she looked at Peter, “The worst I have heard is that you are very curious - about other people's affairs,” said she. + she looked at Peter, “The worst I have heard is that you are very curious + about other people’s affairs,” said she. </p> <p> - Peter looked a wee, wee bit foolish, and then he laughed right out. “I - guess that is true enough,” said he. “I like to learn all I can, and how - can I learn without being curious? I'm curious right now. I'm wondering + Peter looked a wee, wee bit foolish, and then he laughed right out. “I + guess that is true enough,” said he. “I like to learn all I can, and how + can I learn without being curious? I’m curious right now. I’m wondering what brings you to the Smiling Pool when you never have been here before. - It is the last place in the world I ever expected to find you.” + It is the last place in the world I ever expected to find you.” </p> <p> - “That's why I'm here,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I hope others feel the same - way. I came here because I just HAD to find some place where people - wouldn't expect to find me and so wouldn't come looking for me. Little Joe + “That’s why I’m here,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I hope others feel the same + way. I came here because I just <em>had</em> to find some place where people + wouldn’t expect to find me and so wouldn’t come looking for me. Little Joe Otter saw me yesterday on the Big River and told me of this place, and so, - because I just had to go somewhere, I came here.” + because I just had to go somewhere, I came here.” </p> <p> - Peter's eyes opened very wide with surprise. “Why,” he exclaimed, “I - should think you would be perfectly safe on the Big River! I don't see how - any harm can possibly come to you out there.” + Peter’s eyes opened very wide with surprise. “Why,” he exclaimed, “I + should think you would be perfectly safe on the Big River! I don’t see how + any harm can possibly come to you out there.” </p> <p> - The words were no sooner out of Peter's mouth than a faint bang sounded + The words were no sooner out of Peter’s mouth than a faint bang sounded from way off towards the Big River. Mrs. Quack gave a great start and half lifted her wings as if to fly. But she thought better of it, and then Peter saw that she was trembling all over. </p> <p> - “Did you hear that?” she asked in a faint voice. + “Did you hear that?” she asked in a faint voice. </p> <p> - Peter nodded. “That was a gun, a terrible gun, but it was a long way from - here,” said he. + Peter nodded. “That was a gun, a terrible gun, but it was a long way from + here,” said he. </p> <p> - “It was over on the Big River,” said Mrs. Quack. “That's why it isn't safe - for me over there. That's why I just had to find some other place. Oh, + “It was over on the Big River,” said Mrs. Quack. “That’s why it isn’t safe + for me over there. That’s why I just had to find some other place. Oh, dear, the very sound of a gun sets me to shaking and makes my heart feel - as if it would stop beating. Are you sure I am perfectly safe here?” + as if it would stop beating. Are you sure I am perfectly safe here?” </p> <p> - “Perfectly,” spoke up Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening from the top - of the Big Rock, where he was lunching on a clam, “unless you are not + “Perfectly,” spoke up Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening from the top + of the Big Rock, where he was lunching on a clam, “unless you are not smart enough to keep out of the clutches of Reddy Fox or Old Man Coyote or - Hooty the Owl or Redtail the Hawk.” + Hooty the Owl or Redtail the Hawk.” </p> <p> - “I'm not afraid of THEM,” declared Mrs. Quack. “It's those two-legged - creatures with terrible guns I'm afraid of,” and she began to swim about + “I’m not afraid of <em>them</em>,” declared Mrs. Quack. “It’s those two-legged + creatures with terrible guns I’m afraid of,” and she began to swim about more uneasily than ever. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0003" id="link2H_4_0003"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0003"><span class="large">II</span><br>MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL</h2> </div> - <h2> - II. MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL - </h2> <p> Jerry Muskrat thinks there is no place in the world like the Smiling Pool. So, for the matter of that, does Grandfather Frog and also Spotty the @@ -289,246 +327,228 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger that account. </p> <p> - “No one hunts here now that Farmer Brown's boy has put away his terrible - gun,” explained Jerry. “There was a time when he used to hunt here and set + “No one hunts here now that Farmer Brown’s boy has put away his terrible + gun,” explained Jerry. “There was a time when he used to hunt here and set traps, which are worse than terrible guns, but that was long ago, before - he knew any better.” + he knew any better.” </p> <p> - “Who is Farmer Brown's boy?” demanded Mrs. Quack, looking more anxious - than ever. “Is he one of those two-legged creatures?” + “Who is Farmer Brown’s boy?” demanded Mrs. Quack, looking more anxious + than ever. “Is he one of those two-legged creatures?” </p> <p> - “Yes,” said Peter Rabbit, who had been listening with all his ears, “but + “Yes,” said Peter Rabbit, who had been listening with all his ears, “but he is the best friend we Quaddies have got. He is such a good friend that he ought to be a Quaddy himself. Why, this last winter he fed some of us when food was scarce, and he saved Mrs. Grouse when she was caught in a - snare, which you know is a kind of trap. He won't let any harm come to you - here, Mrs. Quack.” + snare, which you know is a kind of trap. He won’t let any harm come to you + here, Mrs. Quack.” </p> <p> - “I wouldn't trust him, not for one single little minute,” declared Mrs. - Quack. “I wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures, not ONE. You - say he fed some of you last winter, but that doesn't mean anything good. - Do you know what I've known these two-legged creatures to do?” + “I wouldn’t trust him, not for one single little minute,” declared Mrs. + Quack. “I wouldn’t trust one of those two-legged creatures, not <em>one</em>. You + say he fed some of you last winter, but that doesn’t mean anything good. + Do you know what I’ve known these two-legged creatures to do?” </p> <p> - “What?” demanded Peter and Jerry together. + “What?” demanded Peter and Jerry together. </p> <p> - “I've known them to scatter food where we Ducks would be sure to find it + “I’ve known them to scatter food where we Ducks would be sure to find it and to take the greatest care that nothing should frighten us while we were eating. And then, after we had got in the habit of feeding in that particular place and had grown to feel perfectly safe there, they have hidden close by until a lot of us were feeding together and then fired their terrible guns and killed a lot of my friends and dreadfully hurt a - lot more. I wouldn't trust one of them, not ONE!” + lot more. I wouldn’t trust one of them, not <em>one</em>!” </p> <p> - “Oh, how dreadful!” cried Peter, looking quite as shocked as he felt. Then - he added eagerly, “But our Farmer Brown's boy wouldn't do anything like - that. You haven't the least thing to fear from him.” + “Oh, how dreadful!” cried Peter, looking quite as shocked as he felt. Then + he added eagerly, “But our Farmer Brown’s boy wouldn’t do anything like + that. You haven’t the least thing to fear from him.” </p> <p> - “Perhaps not,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking her head doubtfully, “but I - wouldn't trust him. I wouldn't trust him as far off as I could see him. + “Perhaps not,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking her head doubtfully, “but I + wouldn’t trust him. I wouldn’t trust him as far off as I could see him. The Smiling Pool is a very nice place, although it is dreadfully small, - but if Farmer Brown's boy is likely to come over here, I guess I better + but if Farmer Brown’s boy is likely to come over here, I guess I better look for some other place, though goodness knows where I will find one - where I will feel perfectly safe.” + where I will feel perfectly safe.” </p> <p> - “You are safe right here, if you have sense enough to stay here,” declared - Jerry Muskrat rather testily. “Don't you suppose Peter and I know what we - are talking about?” + “You are safe right here, if you have sense enough to stay here,” declared + Jerry Muskrat rather testily. “Don’t you suppose Peter and I know what we + are talking about?” </p> <p> - “I wish I could believe so,” returned Mrs. Quack sadly, “but if you had - been through what I've been through, and suffered what I've suffered, you - wouldn't believe any place safe, and you certainly wouldn't trust one of - those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks they haven't given me a chance - to get a square meal, and—and—I don't know what has become of - Mr. Quack, and I'm all alone!” There was a little sob in her voice and + “I wish I could believe so,” returned Mrs. Quack sadly, “but if you had + been through what I’ve been through, and suffered what I’ve suffered, you + wouldn’t believe any place safe, and you certainly wouldn’t trust one of + those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks they haven’t given me a chance + to get a square meal, and—and—I don’t know what has become of + Mr. Quack, and I’m all alone!” There was a little sob in her voice and tears in her eyes. </p> <p> - “Tell us all about it,” begged Peter. “Perhaps we can help you.” + “Tell us all about it,” begged Peter. “Perhaps we can help you.” </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0004" id="link2H_4_0004"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0004"><span class="large">III</span><br>MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME</h2> </div> - <h2> - III. MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME - </h2> <p> - “It's a long story,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her eyes, - “and I hardly know where to begin.” + “It’s a long story,” said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her eyes, + “and I hardly know where to begin.” </p> <p> - “Begin at the beginning,” said Jerry Muskrat. “Your home is somewhere way - up in the Northland where Honker the Goose lives, isn't it?” + “Begin at the beginning,” said Jerry Muskrat. “Your home is somewhere way + up in the Northland where Honker the Goose lives, isn’t it?” </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack nodded. “I wish I were there this very minute,” she replied, - the tears coming again. “But sometimes I doubt if ever I'll get there - again. You folks who don't have to leave your homes every year don't know - how well off you are or how much you have to be thankful for.” + Mrs. Quack nodded. “I wish I were there this very minute,” she replied, + the tears coming again. “But sometimes I doubt if ever I’ll get there + again. You folks who don’t have to leave your homes every year don’t know + how well off you are or how much you have to be thankful for.” </p> <p> - “I never could understand what people want to leave their homes for, - anyway,” declared Peter. + “I never could understand what people want to leave their homes for, + anyway,” declared Peter. </p> <p> - “We don't leave because we want to, but because we HAVE to,” replied Mrs. - Quack, “and we go back just as soon as we can. What would you do if you - couldn't find a single thing to eat?” + “We don’t leave because we want to, but because we <em>have</em> to,” replied Mrs. + Quack, “and we go back just as soon as we can. What would you do if you + couldn’t find a single thing to eat?” </p> <p> - “I guess I'd starve,” replied Peter simply. + “I guess I’d starve,” replied Peter simply. </p> <p> - “I guess you would, and that is just what we would do, if we didn't take + “I guess you would, and that is just what we would do, if we didn’t take the long journey south when Jack Frost freezes everything tight up there - where my home is,” returned Mrs. Quack. “He comes earlier up there and + where my home is,” returned Mrs. Quack. “He comes earlier up there and stays twice as long as he does here, and makes ten times as much ice and snow. We get most of our food in the water or in the mud under the water, - as of course you know, and when the water is frozen, there isn't a scrap - of anything we can get to eat. We just HAVE to come south. It isn't + as of course you know, and when the water is frozen, there isn’t a scrap + of anything we can get to eat. We just <em>have</em> to come south. It isn’t because we want to, but because we must! There is nothing else for us to - do.” + do.” </p> <p> - “Then I don't see what you want to make your home in such a place for,” - said practical Peter. “I should think you would make it where you can live - all the year around.” + “Then I don’t see what you want to make your home in such a place for,” + said practical Peter. “I should think you would make it where you can live + all the year around.” </p> <p> - “I was born up there, and I love it just as you love the dear Old - Briar-patch,” replied Mrs. Quack simply. “It is home, and there is no + “I was born up there, and I love it just as you love the dear Old + Briar-patch,” replied Mrs. Quack simply. “It is home, and there is no place like home. Besides, it is a very beautiful and a very wonderful place in summer. There is everything that Ducks and Geese love. We have all we want of the food we love best. Everywhere is shallow water with - tall grass growing in it.” + tall grass growing in it.” </p> <p> - “Huh!” interrupted Peter, “I wouldn't think much of a place like that.” + “Huh!” interrupted Peter, “I wouldn’t think much of a place like that.” </p> <p> - “That's because you don't know what is good,” snapped Jerry Muskrat. “It - would suit me,” he added, with shining eyes. + “That’s because you don’t know what is good,” snapped Jerry Muskrat. “It + would suit me,” he added, with shining eyes. </p> <p> - “There are the dearest little islands just made for safe nesting-places,” - continued Mrs. Quack, without heeding the interruptions. “And the days are + “There are the dearest little islands just made for safe nesting-places,” + continued Mrs. Quack, without heeding the interruptions. “And the days are long, and it is easy to hide, and there is nothing to fear, for two-legged - creatures with terrible guns never come there.” + creatures with terrible guns never come there.” </p> <p> - “If there is nothing to fear, why do you care about places to hide?” + “If there is nothing to fear, why do you care about places to hide?” demanded Peter. </p> <p> - “Well, of course, we have enemies, just as you do here, but they are - natural enemies,—Foxes and Minks and Hawks and Owls,” explained Mrs. - Quack. “Of course, we have to watch out for them and have places where we + “Well, of course, we have enemies, just as you do here, but they are + natural enemies,—Foxes and Minks and Hawks and Owls,” explained Mrs. + Quack. “Of course, we have to watch out for them and have places where we can hide from them, but it is our wits against their wits, and it is our - own fault if we get caught. That is perfectly fair, so we don't mind that. - It is only men who are not fair. They don't know what fairness is.” + own fault if we get caught. That is perfectly fair, so we don’t mind that. + It is only men who are not fair. They don’t know what fairness is.” </p> <p> - Peter nodded that he understood, and Mrs. Quack went on. “Last summer Mr. + Peter nodded that he understood, and Mrs. Quack went on. “Last summer Mr. Quack and I had our nest on the dearest little island, and no one found it. First we had twelve eggs, and then twelve of the dearest babies you - ever saw.” + ever saw.” </p> <p> - “Maybe,” said Peter doubtfully, thinking of his own babies. + “Maybe,” said Peter doubtfully, thinking of his own babies. </p> <p> - “They grew so fast that by the time the cold weather came, they were as - big as their father and mother,” continued Mrs. Quack. “And they were + “They grew so fast that by the time the cold weather came, they were as + big as their father and mother,” continued Mrs. Quack. “And they were smart, too. They had learned how to take care of themselves just as well - as I could. I certainly was proud of that family. But now I don't know - where one of them is.” + as I could. I certainly was proud of that family. But now I don’t know + where one of them is.” </p> <p> Mrs. Quack suddenly choked up with grief, and Peter Rabbit politely turned his head away. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0005" id="link2H_4_0005"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0005"><span class="large">IV</span><br>MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY</h2> </div> - <h2> - IV. MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY - </h2> <p> - When Mrs. Quack told of her twelve children and how she didn't know where + When Mrs. Quack told of her twelve children and how she didn’t know where one of them was, Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew just how badly she was feeling, and they turned their heads away and pretended that they - didn't see her tears. In a few minutes she bravely went on with her story. + didn’t see her tears. In a few minutes she bravely went on with her story. </p> <p> - “When Jack Frost came and we knew it was time to begin the long journey, + “When Jack Frost came and we knew it was time to begin the long journey, Mr. Quack and myself and our twelve children joined with some other Duck families, and with Mr. Quack in the lead, we started for our winter home, - which really isn't a home but just a place to stay. For a while we had + which really isn’t a home but just a place to stay. For a while we had nothing much to fear. We would fly by day and at night rest in some quiet lake or pond or on some river, with the Great Woods all about us or - sometimes great marshes. Perhaps you don't know what marshes are. If the + sometimes great marshes. Perhaps you don’t know what marshes are. If the Green Meadows here had little streams of water running every which way through them, and the ground was all soft and muddy and full of water, and - the grass grew tall, they would be marshes.” + the grass grew tall, they would be marshes.” </p> <p> - Jerry Muskrat's eyes sparkled. “I would like a place like that!” he + Jerry Muskrat’s eyes sparkled. “I would like a place like that!” he exclaimed. </p> <p> - “You certainly would,” replied Mrs. Quack. “We always find lots of your - relatives in such places.” + “You certainly would,” replied Mrs. Quack. “We always find lots of your + relatives in such places.” </p> <p> - “Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit, who had + “Marshes must be something like swamps,” ventured Peter Rabbit, who had been thinking the matter over. </p> <p> - “Very much the same, only with grass and rushes in place of trees and - bushes,” replied Mrs. Quack. “There is plenty to eat and the loveliest + “Very much the same, only with grass and rushes in place of trees and + bushes,” replied Mrs. Quack. “There is plenty to eat and the loveliest hiding-places. In some of these we stayed days at a time. In fact, we stayed until Jack Frost came to drive us out. Then as we flew, we began to see the homes of these terrible two-legged creatures called men, and from that time on we never knew a minute of peace, excepting when we were flying high in the air or far out over the water. If we could have just kept flying all the time or never had to go near the shore, we would have - been all right. But we had to eat.” + been all right. But we had to eat.” </p> <p> - “Of course,” said Peter. “Everybody has to eat.” + “Of course,” said Peter. “Everybody has to eat.” </p> <p> - “And we had to rest,” said Mrs. Quack. + “And we had to rest,” said Mrs. Quack. </p> <p> - “Certainly,” said Peter. “Everybody has to do that.” + “Certainly,” said Peter. “Everybody has to do that.” </p> <p> - “And to eat we had to go in close to shore where the water was not at all - deep, because it is only in such places that we can get food,” continued - Mrs. Quack. “It takes a lot of strength to fly as we fly, and strength + “And to eat we had to go in close to shore where the water was not at all + deep, because it is only in such places that we can get food,” continued + Mrs. Quack. “It takes a lot of strength to fly as we fly, and strength requires plenty of food. Mr. Quack knew all the best feeding-places, for he had made the long journey several times, so every day he would lead the way to one of these. He always chose the wildest and most lonely looking @@ -539,83 +559,82 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger little nearer. But with all our watchfulness, we never could be sure, absolutely sure, that all was safe. Sometimes those terrible two-legged creatures would be hiding in the very middle of the wildest, most lonely - looking marshes. They would be covered with grass so that we couldn't see + looking marshes. They would be covered with grass so that we couldn’t see them. Then, as we flew over them, would come the bang, bang, bang, bang of terrible guns, and always some of our flock would drop. We would have to leave them behind, for we knew if we wanted to live we must get beyond the reach of those terrible guns. So we would fly our hardest. It was awful, - just simply awful!” + just simply awful!” </p> <p> Mrs. Quack paused and shuddered, and Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat shuddered in sympathy. </p> <p> - “Sometimes we would have to try three or four feeding-places before we + “Sometimes we would have to try three or four feeding-places before we found one where there were no terrible guns. And when we did find one, we - would be so tired and frightened that we couldn't enjoy our food, and we - didn't dare to sleep without some one on watch all the time. It was like + would be so tired and frightened that we couldn’t enjoy our food, and we + didn’t dare to sleep without some one on watch all the time. It was like that every day. The farther we got, the worse it became. Our flock grew smaller and smaller. Those who escaped the terrible guns would be so frightened that they would forget to follow their leader and would fly in different directions and later perhaps join other flocks. So it was that when at last we reached the place in the sunny Southland for which we had started, Mr. Quack and I were alone. What became of our twelve children I - don't know. I am afraid the terrible guns killed some. I hope some joined - other flocks and escaped, but I don't know.” + don’t know. I am afraid the terrible guns killed some. I hope some joined + other flocks and escaped, but I don’t know.” </p> <p> - “I hope they did too,” said Peter. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0006" id="link2H_4_0006"> </a> + “I hope they did too,” said Peter. </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0006"><span class="large">V</span><br>PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK’S TROUBLES</h2> </div> - <h2> - V. PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK'S TROUBLES - </h2> - <p> - It often happens when we know The troubles that our friends pass through, - Our own seem very small indeed; You'll always find that this is true. - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">It often happens when we know</div> + <div class="i2">The troubles that our friends pass through,</div> + <div class="i0">Our own seem very small indeed;</div> + <div class="i2">You’ll always find that this is true.</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> - “My, you must have felt glad when you reached your winter home!” exclaimed + “My, you must have felt glad when you reached your winter home!” exclaimed Peter Rabbit when Mrs. Quack finished the account of her long, terrible journey from her summer home in the far Northland to her winter home in the far Southland. </p> <p> - “I did,” replied Mrs. Quack, “but all the time I couldn't forget those to + “I did,” replied Mrs. Quack, “but all the time I couldn’t forget those to whom terrible things had happened on the way down, and then, too, I kept - dreading the long journey back.” + dreading the long journey back.” </p> <p> - “I don't see why you didn't stay right there. I would have,” said Peter, + “I don’t see why you didn’t stay right there. I would have,” said Peter, nodding his head with an air of great wisdom. </p> <p> - “Not if you were I,” replied Mrs. Quack. “In the first place it isn't a + “Not if you were I,” replied Mrs. Quack. “In the first place it isn’t a proper place in which to bring up young Ducks and make them strong and healthy. In the second place there are more dangers down there for young - Ducks than up in the far Northland. In the third place there isn't room + Ducks than up in the far Northland. In the third place there isn’t room for all the Ducks to nest properly. And lastly there is a great longing for our real home, which Old Mother Nature has put in our hearts and which - just MAKES us go. We couldn't be happy if we didn't.” + just <em>makes</em> us go. We couldn’t be happy if we didn’t.” </p> <p> - “Is the journey back as bad as the journey down?” asked Peter. + “Is the journey back as bad as the journey down?” asked Peter. </p> <p> - “Worse, very much worse,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. “You can see for - yourself just how bad it is, for here I am all alone.” Tears filled Mrs. - Quack's eyes. “It is almost too terrible to talk about,” she continued - after a minute. “You see, for one thing, food isn't as plentiful as it is + “Worse, very much worse,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. “You can see for + yourself just how bad it is, for here I am all alone.” Tears filled Mrs. + Quack’s eyes. “It is almost too terrible to talk about,” she continued + after a minute. “You see, for one thing, food isn’t as plentiful as it is in the fall, and we just have to go wherever it is to be found. Those two-legged creatures know where those feeding-grounds are just as well as we do, and they hide there with their terrible guns just as they did when @@ -626,12 +645,12 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger a place by the bang, bang of the terrible guns and go on, only to find that we have caught up with Jack Frost, and that the ponds and the rivers are still covered with ice. Then there is nothing to do but to turn back - to where those terrible guns are waiting for us. We just HAVE to do it.” + to where those terrible guns are waiting for us. We just <em>have</em> to do it.” </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack stopped and shivered. “It seems to me I have heard nothing but - the noise of those terrible guns ever since we started,” said she. “I - haven't had a good square meal for days and days, nor a good rest. That is + Mrs. Quack stopped and shivered. “It seems to me I have heard nothing but + the noise of those terrible guns ever since we started,” said she. “I + haven’t had a good square meal for days and days, nor a good rest. That is what makes me so dreadfully nervous. Sometimes, when we had been driven from place to place until we had caught up with Jack Frost, there would be nothing but ice excepting in small places in a river where the water runs @@ -643,45 +662,36 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger because there was no other place where we could go. Then we would have to do it all over again until night came. Sometimes I think that those men with terrible guns must hate us and want to kill every one of us. If they - didn't, they would have a little bit of pity. They simply haven't any - hearts at all.” + didn’t, they would have a little bit of pity. They simply haven’t any + hearts at all.” </p> <p> - “It does seem so,” agreed Peter. “But wait until you know Farmer Brown's - boy! HE'S got a heart!” he added brightly. + “It does seem so,” agreed Peter. “But wait until you know Farmer Brown’s + boy! <em>He’s</em> got a heart!” he added brightly. </p> <p> - “I don't want to know him,” retorted Mrs. Quack. “If he comes near here, - you'll see me leave in a hurry. I wouldn't trust one of them, not one - minute. You don't think he will come, do you?” + “I don’t want to know him,” retorted Mrs. Quack. “If he comes near here, + you’ll see me leave in a hurry. I wouldn’t trust one of them, not one + minute. You don’t think he will come, do you?” </p> <p> Peter sat up and looked across the Green Meadows, and his heart sank. - “He's coming now, but I'm sure he won't hurt you, Mrs. Quack,” said he. + “He’s coming now, but I’m sure he won’t hurt you, Mrs. Quack,” said he. </p> <p> - But Mrs. Quack wouldn't wait to see. With a hasty promise to come back + But Mrs. Quack wouldn’t wait to see. With a hasty promise to come back when the way was clear, she jumped into the air and on swift wings disappeared towards the Big River. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0007" id="link2H_4_0007"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0007"><span class="large">VI</span><br>FARMER BROWN’S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL</h2> </div> - <h2> - VI. FARMER BROWN'S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL - </h2> - <p> - Farmer Brown's boy had heard Welcome Robin singing in the Old Orchard - quite as soon as Peter Rabbit had, and that song of “Cheer up! Cheer up! - Cheer up! Cheer!” had awakened quite as much gladness in his heart as it - had in Peter's heart. It meant that Mistress Spring really had arrived, + <p> + Farmer Brown’s boy had heard Welcome Robin singing in the Old Orchard + quite as soon as Peter Rabbit had, and that song of “Cheer up! Cheer up! + Cheer up! Cheer!” had awakened quite as much gladness in his heart as it + had in Peter’s heart. It meant that Mistress Spring really had arrived, and that over in the Green Forest and down on the Green Meadows there would soon be shy blue, and just as shy white violets to look for, and other flowers almost if not quite as sweet and lovely. It meant that his @@ -691,10 +701,10 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger million lovely things to see and a million joyous sounds to hear. </p> <p> - So the sound of Welcome Robin's voice made the heart of Farmer Brown's boy - even more happy than it was before, and as Welcome Robin just HAD to sing, - so Farmer Brown's boy just HAD to whistle. When his work was finished, it - seemed to Farmer Brown's boy that something was calling him, calling him + So the sound of Welcome Robin’s voice made the heart of Farmer Brown’s boy + even more happy than it was before, and as Welcome Robin just <em>had</em> to sing, + so Farmer Brown’s boy just <em>had</em> to whistle. When his work was finished, it + seemed to Farmer Brown’s boy that something was calling him, calling him to get out on the Green Meadows or over in the Green Forest and share in the happiness of all the little people there. So presently he decided that he would go down to the Smiling Pool to find out how Jerry Muskrat was, @@ -706,33 +716,33 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger drew near the Smiling Pool, he stopped whistling lest the sound should frighten some of the little people there. He was still some distance from the Smiling Pool when out of it sprang a big bird and on swift, whistling - wings flew away in the direction of the Big River. Farmer Brown's boy + wings flew away in the direction of the Big River. Farmer Brown’s boy stopped and watched until the bird had disappeared, and on his face was a look of great surprise. </p> <p> - “As I live, that was a Duck!” he exclaimed. “That is the first time I've + “As I live, that was a Duck!” he exclaimed. “That is the first time I’ve ever known a wild Duck to be in the Smiling Pool. I wonder what under the - sun could have brought her over here.” + sun could have brought her over here.” </p> <p> Just then there was a distant bang in the direction of the Big River. - Farmer Brown's boy scowled, and it made his face very angry-looking. - “That's it,” he muttered. “Hunters are shooting the Ducks on their way + Farmer Brown’s boy scowled, and it made his face very angry-looking. + “That’s it,” he muttered. “Hunters are shooting the Ducks on their way north and have driven the poor things to look for any little mudhole where they can get a little rest. Probably that Duck has been shot at so many times on the Big River that she felt safer over here in the Smiling Pool, - little as it is.” + little as it is.” </p> <p> - Farmer Brown's boy had guessed exactly right, as you and I know, and as - Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew. “It's a shame, a downright shame that + Farmer Brown’s boy had guessed exactly right, as you and I know, and as + Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew. “It’s a shame, a downright shame that any one should want to shoot birds on their way to their nesting-grounds - and that the law should let them if they do want to. Some people haven't - any hearts; they're all stomachs. I hope that fellow who shot just now - over there on the Big River didn't hit anything, and I wish that gun of + and that the law should let them if they do want to. Some people haven’t + any hearts; they’re all stomachs. I hope that fellow who shot just now + over there on the Big River didn’t hit anything, and I wish that gun of his might have kicked a little sense of what is right and fair into his - head, but of course it didn't.” + head, but of course it didn’t.” </p> <p> He grinned at the idea, and then he continued his way towards the Smiling @@ -742,51 +752,46 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger <p> But when he reached a point where he could see all over the Smiling Pool, there was no one to be seen save Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big Rock and - Peter Rabbit on the bank on the other side. Farmer Brown's boy smiled when - he saw them. “Hello, Jerry Muskrat!” said he. “I wonder how a bite of - carrot would taste to you.” He felt in his pocket and brought out a couple + Peter Rabbit on the bank on the other side. Farmer Brown’s boy smiled when + he saw them. “Hello, Jerry Muskrat!” said he. “I wonder how a bite of + carrot would taste to you.” He felt in his pocket and brought out a couple of carrots. One he put on a little tussock in the water where he knew Jerry would find it. The other he tossed across the Smiling Pool where he felt sure Peter would find it. Presently he noticed two or three feathers on the water close to the edge of the bank. Mrs. Quack had left them - there. “I believe that was a Mallard Duck,” said he, as he studied them. - “I know what I'll do. I'll go straight back home and get some wheat and + there. “I believe that was a Mallard Duck,” said he, as he studied them. + “I know what I’ll do. I’ll go straight back home and get some wheat and corn and put it here on the edge of the Smiling Pool. Perhaps she will - come back and find it.” + come back and find it.” </p> <p> - And this is just what Farmer Brown's boy did. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0008" id="link2H_4_0008"> </a> + And this is just what Farmer Brown’s boy did. </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0008"><span class="large">VII</span><br>MRS. QUACK RETURNS</h2> </div> - <h2> - VII. MRS. QUACK RETURNS - </h2> - <p> - Peter Rabbit just couldn't go back to the dear Old Briar-patch. He just - HAD to know if Mrs. Quack would come back to the Smiling Pool. He had seen - Farmer Brown's boy come there a second time and scatter wheat and corn - among the brown stalks of last summer's rushes, and he had guessed why - Farmer Brown's boy had done this. He had guessed that they had been put + <p> + Peter Rabbit just couldn’t go back to the dear Old Briar-patch. He just + <em>had</em> to know if Mrs. Quack would come back to the Smiling Pool. He had seen + Farmer Brown’s boy come there a second time and scatter wheat and corn + among the brown stalks of last summer’s rushes, and he had guessed why + Farmer Brown’s boy had done this. He had guessed that they had been put there especially for Mrs. Quack, and if she should come back as she had promised to do, he wanted to be on hand when she found those good things to eat and hear what she would say. </p> + <figure id="i_02"> + <img class="illowp75" src="images/i_02.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption>Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool</figcaption> + </figure> <p> So Peter stayed over near the Smiling Pool and hoped with all his might that Reddy Fox or Old Man Coyote would not take it into his head to come hunting over there. As luck would have it, neither of them did, and Peter had a very pleasant time gossiping with Jerry Muskrat, listening to the sweet voices of unseen singers in the Smiling Pool,—the Hylas, which - some people call peepers,—and eating the carrot which Farmer Brown's + some people call peepers,—and eating the carrot which Farmer Brown’s boy had left for him. </p> <p> @@ -794,7 +799,7 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger Purple Hills when Mrs. Quack returned. The first Peter knew of her coming was the whistle of her wings as she passed over him. Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool, and Peter simply stared in - open-mouthed admiration at the speed with which she flew. It didn't seem + open-mouthed admiration at the speed with which she flew. It didn’t seem possible that one so big could move through the air so fast. Twice she set her wings and seemed to just slide down almost to the surface of the Smiling Pool, only to start her stout wings in motion once more and circle @@ -804,186 +809,176 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger her might. </p> <p> - “It's all right. There's nothing to be afraid of,” said Jerry Muskrat. + “It’s all right. There’s nothing to be afraid of,” said Jerry Muskrat. </p> <p> - “Are you sure?” asked Mrs. Quack anxiously. “I've been fooled too often by - men with their terrible guns to ever feel absolutely sure that one isn't - hiding and waiting to shoot me.” As she spoke she swam about nervously. - “Peter Rabbit and I have been here ever since you left, and I guess we - ought to know,” replied Jerry Muskrat rather shortly. “There hasn't been - anybody near here excepting Farmer Brown's boy, and we told you he - wouldn't hurt you.” + “Are you sure?” asked Mrs. Quack anxiously. “I’ve been fooled too often by + men with their terrible guns to ever feel absolutely sure that one isn’t + hiding and waiting to shoot me.” As she spoke she swam about nervously. + “Peter Rabbit and I have been here ever since you left, and I guess we + ought to know,” replied Jerry Muskrat rather shortly. “There hasn’t been + anybody near here excepting Farmer Brown’s boy, and we told you he + wouldn’t hurt you.” </p> <p> - “He brought us each a carrot,” Peter Rabbit broke in eagerly. + “He brought us each a carrot,” Peter Rabbit broke in eagerly. </p> <p> - “Just the same, I wouldn't trust him,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Where is he - now?” + “Just the same, I wouldn’t trust him,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Where is he + now?” </p> <p> - “He left ever so long ago, and he won't be back to-night,” declared Peter + “He left ever so long ago, and he won’t be back to-night,” declared Peter confidently. </p> <p> - “I hope not,” said Mrs. Quack, with a sigh. “Did you hear the bang of that - terrible gun just after I left here?” + “I hope not,” said Mrs. Quack, with a sigh. “Did you hear the bang of that + terrible gun just after I left here?” </p> <p> - “Yes,” replied Jerry Muskrat. “Was it fired at you?” + “Yes,” replied Jerry Muskrat. “Was it fired at you?” </p> <p> Mrs. Quack nodded and held up one wing. Peter and Jerry could see that one - of the long feathers was missing. “I thought I was flying high enough to - be safe,” said she, “but when I reached the Big River there was a bang + of the long feathers was missing. “I thought I was flying high enough to + be safe,” said she, “but when I reached the Big River there was a bang from the bushes on the bank, and something cut that feather out of my wing, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. It made me feel quite ill for a - while, and the place is very sore now, but I guess I'm lucky that it was + while, and the place is very sore now, but I guess I’m lucky that it was no worse. It is very hard work to know just how far those terrible guns - can throw things at you. Next time I will fly higher.” + can throw things at you. Next time I will fly higher.” </p> <p> - “Where have you been since you left us?” asked Peter. + “Where have you been since you left us?” asked Peter. </p> <p> - “Eight in the middle of the Big River,” replied Mrs. Quack. “It was the - only safe place. I didn't dare go near either shore, and I'm nearly - starved. I haven't had a mouthful to eat to-day.” + “Eight in the middle of the Big River,” replied Mrs. Quack. “It was the + only safe place. I didn’t dare go near either shore, and I’m nearly + starved. I haven’t had a mouthful to eat to-day.” </p> <p> Peter opened his mouth to tell her of the wheat and corn left by Farmer - Brown's boy and then closed it again. He would let her find it for + Brown’s boy and then closed it again. He would let her find it for herself. If he told her about it, she might suspect a trick and refuse to go near the place. He never had seen any one so suspicious, not even Old - Man Coyote. But he couldn't blame her, after all she had been through. So + Man Coyote. But he couldn’t blame her, after all she had been through. So he kept still and waited. He was learning, was Peter Rabbit. He was learning a great deal about Mrs. Quack. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0009" id="link2H_4_0009"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0009"><span class="large">VIII</span><br>MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST</h2> </div> - <h2> - VIII. MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST - </h2> - <p> - There's nothing like a stomach full To make the heart feel light; To chase - away the clouds of care And make the world seem bright. - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">There’s nothing like a stomach full</div> + <div class="i2">To make the heart feel light;</div> + <div class="i0">To chase away the clouds of care</div> + <div class="i2">And make the world seem bright.</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> - That's a fact. A full stomach makes the whole world seem different, + That’s a fact. A full stomach makes the whole world seem different, brighter, better, and more worth living in. It is the hardest kind of hard work to be cheerful and see only the bright side of things when your stomach is empty. But once fill that empty stomach, and everything is changed. It was just that way with Mrs. Quack. For days at a time she - hadn't had a full stomach because of the hunters with their terrible guns, + hadn’t had a full stomach because of the hunters with their terrible guns, and when just before dark that night she returned to the Smiling Pool, her stomach was quite empty. </p> <p> - “I don't suppose I'll find much to eat here, but a little in peace and - safety is better than a feast with worry and danger,” said she, swimming + “I don’t suppose I’ll find much to eat here, but a little in peace and + safety is better than a feast with worry and danger,” said she, swimming over to the brown, broken-down bulrushes on one side of the Smiling Pool and appearing to stand on her head as she plunged it under water and searched in the mud on the bottom for food. Peter Rabbit looked over at Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big Rock, and Jerry winked. In a minute up bobbed the head of Mrs. Quack, and there was both a pleased and a worried look on her face. She had found some of the corn left there by Farmer - Brown's boy. At once she swam out to the middle of the Smiling Pool, + Brown’s boy. At once she swam out to the middle of the Smiling Pool, looking suspiciously this way and that way. </p> <p> - “There is corn over there,” said she. “Do you know how it came there?” + “There is corn over there,” said she. “Do you know how it came there?” </p> <p> - “I saw Farmer Brown's boy throwing something over there,” replied Peter. - “Didn't we tell you that he would be good to you?” + “I saw Farmer Brown’s boy throwing something over there,” replied Peter. + “Didn’t we tell you that he would be good to you?” </p> <p> - “Quack, quack, quack! I've seen that kind of kindness too often to be - fooled by it,” snapped Mrs. Quack. “He probably saw me leave in a hurry + “Quack, quack, quack! I’ve seen that kind of kindness too often to be + fooled by it,” snapped Mrs. Quack. “He probably saw me leave in a hurry and put this corn here, hoping that I would come back and find it and make - up my mind to stay here a while. He thinks that if I do, he'll have a - chance to hide near enough to shoot me. I didn't believe this could be a - safe place for me, and now I know it. I'll stay here to-night, but - to-morrow I'll try to find some other place. Oh, dear, it's dreadful not - to have any place at all to feel safe in.” There were tears in her eyes. + up my mind to stay here a while. He thinks that if I do, he’ll have a + chance to hide near enough to shoot me. I didn’t believe this could be a + safe place for me, and now I know it. I’ll stay here to-night, but + to-morrow I’ll try to find some other place. Oh, dear, it’s dreadful not + to have any place at all to feel safe in.” There were tears in her eyes. </p> <p> Peter thought of the dear Old Briar-patch and how safe he always felt - there, and he felt a great pity for poor Mrs. Quack, who couldn't feel + there, and he felt a great pity for poor Mrs. Quack, who couldn’t feel safe anywhere. And then right away he grew indignant that she should be so - distrustful of Farmer Brown's boy, though if he had stopped to think, he + distrustful of Farmer Brown’s boy, though if he had stopped to think, he would have remembered that once he was just as distrustful. </p> <p> - “I should think,” said Peter with a great deal of dignity, “that you might + “I should think,” said Peter with a great deal of dignity, “that you might at least believe what Jerry Muskrat and I, who live here all the time, - tell you. We ought to know Farmer Brown's boy if any one does, and we tell - you that he won't harm a feather of you.” + tell you. We ought to know Farmer Brown’s boy if any one does, and we tell + you that he won’t harm a feather of you.” </p> <p> - “He won't get the chance!” snapped Mrs. Quack. + “He won’t get the chance!” snapped Mrs. Quack. </p> <p> - Jerry Muskrat sniffed in disgust. “I don't doubt you have suffered a lot - from men with terrible guns,” said he, “but you don't suppose Peter and I + Jerry Muskrat sniffed in disgust. “I don’t doubt you have suffered a lot + from men with terrible guns,” said he, “but you don’t suppose Peter and I have lived as long as we have without learning a little, do you? I - wouldn't trust many of those two-legged creatures myself, but Farmer - Brown's boy is different. If all of them were like him, we wouldn't have a + wouldn’t trust many of those two-legged creatures myself, but Farmer + Brown’s boy is different. If all of them were like him, we wouldn’t have a thing to fear from them. He has a heart. Yes, indeed, he has a heart. Now you take my advice and eat whatever he has put there for you, be thankful, and stop worrying. Peter and I will keep watch and warn you if there is - any danger.” + any danger.” </p> <p> - I don't know as even this would have overcome Mrs. Quack's fears if it - hadn't been for the taste of that good corn in her mouth, and her empty - stomach. She couldn't, she just couldn't resist these, and presently she + I don’t know as even this would have overcome Mrs. Quack’s fears if it + hadn’t been for the taste of that good corn in her mouth, and her empty + stomach. She couldn’t, she just couldn’t resist these, and presently she was back among the rushes, hunting out the corn and wheat as fast as ever she could. When at last she could eat no more, she felt so comfortable - that somehow the Smiling Pool didn't seem such a dangerous place after - all, and she quite forgot Farmer Brown's boy. She found a snug + that somehow the Smiling Pool didn’t seem such a dangerous place after + all, and she quite forgot Farmer Brown’s boy. She found a snug hiding-place among the rushes too far out from the bank for Reddy Fox to - surprise her, and then with a sleepy “Good night” to Jerry and Peter, she + surprise her, and then with a sleepy “Good night” to Jerry and Peter, she tucked her head under her wing and soon was fast asleep. </p> <p> Peter Rabbit tiptoed away, and then he hurried lipperty-lipperty-lip to the dear Old Briar-patch to tell Mrs. Peter all about Mrs. Quack. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0010" id="link2H_4_0010"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0010"><span class="large">IX</span><br>PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL</h2> </div> - <h2> - IX. PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL - </h2> <p> Peter Rabbit was so full of interest in Mrs. Quack and her troubles that he was back at the Smiling Pool before Mr. Sun had kicked off his rosy blankets and begun his daily climb up in the blue, blue sky. You see, he - felt that he had heard only a part of Mrs. Quack's story, and he was + felt that he had heard only a part of Mrs. Quack’s story, and he was dreadfully afraid that she would get away before he could hear the rest. With the first bit of daylight, Mrs. Quack swam out from her hiding-place among the brown rushes. It looked to Peter as if she sat up on the end of her tail as she stretched her neck and wings just as far as she could, and he wanted to laugh right out. Then she quickly ducked her head under water two or three times so that the water rolled down over her back, and again - Peter wanted to laugh. But he didn't. He kept perfectly still. Mrs. Quack + Peter wanted to laugh. But he didn’t. He kept perfectly still. Mrs. Quack shook herself and then began to carefully dress her feathers. That is, she carefully put back in place every feather that had been rumpled up. She took a great deal of time for this, for Mrs. Quack is very neat and tidy @@ -991,13 +986,13 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger </p> <p> Of course it was very impolite of Peter to watch her make her toilet, but - he didn't think of that. He didn't mean to be impolite. And then it was so - interesting. “Huh!” said he to himself, “I don't see what any one wants to - waste so much time on their clothes for.” + he didn’t think of that. He didn’t mean to be impolite. And then it was so + interesting. “Huh!” said he to himself, “I don’t see what any one wants to + waste so much time on their clothes for.” </p> <p> - You know Peter doesn't waste any time on his clothes. In fact, he doesn't - seem to care a bit how he looks. He hasn't learned yet that it always pays + You know Peter doesn’t waste any time on his clothes. In fact, he doesn’t + seem to care a bit how he looks. He hasn’t learned yet that it always pays to be as neat and clean as possible and that you must think well of yourself if you want others to think well of you. </p> @@ -1007,72 +1002,63 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger the questions he was so full of, but closed it again as he remembered people are usually better natured when their stomachs are full, and Mrs. Quack had not yet breakfasted. So he waited as patiently as he could, - which wasn't patiently at all. At last Mrs. Quack finished her breakfast, + which wasn’t patiently at all. At last Mrs. Quack finished her breakfast, and then she had to make her toilet all over again. Finally Peter hopped to the edge of the bank where she would see him. </p> <p> - “Good morning, Mrs. Quack,” said he very politely. “I hope you had a good - rest and are feeling very well this morning.” + “Good morning, Mrs. Quack,” said he very politely. “I hope you had a good + rest and are feeling very well this morning.” </p> <p> - “Thank you,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I'm feeling as well as could be - expected. In fact, I'm feeling better than I have felt for some time in + “Thank you,” replied Mrs. Quack. “I’m feeling as well as could be + expected. In fact, I’m feeling better than I have felt for some time in spite of the sore place made by that terrible gun yesterday. You see, I - have had a good rest and two square meals, and these are things I haven't + have had a good rest and two square meals, and these are things I haven’t had since goodness knows when. This is a very nice place. Let me see, what - is it you call it?” + is it you call it?” </p> <p> - “The Smiling Pool,” said Peter. + “The Smiling Pool,” said Peter. </p> <p> - “That's a good name for it,” returned Mrs. Quack. “If only I could be sure + “That’s a good name for it,” returned Mrs. Quack. “If only I could be sure that none of those hunters would find me here, and if only Mr. Quack were - here, I would be content to stay a while.” At the mention of Mr. Quack, + here, I would be content to stay a while.” At the mention of Mr. Quack, the eyes of Mrs. Quack suddenly filled with tears. Peter felt tears of sympathy in his own eyes. </p> <p> - “Where is Mr. Quack?” he asked. + “Where is Mr. Quack?” he asked. </p> <p> - “I don't know,” sobbed Mrs. Quack. “I wish I did. I haven't seen him since + “I don’t know,” sobbed Mrs. Quack. “I wish I did. I haven’t seen him since one of those terrible guns was fired at us over on the Big River yesterday morning a little while before Little Joe Otter told me about the Smiling Pool. Ever since we started for our home in the far North, I have been fearing that something of this kind might happen. I ought to be on my way there now, but what is the use without Mr. Quack? Without him, I would be - all alone up there and wouldn't have any home.” + all alone up there and wouldn’t have any home.” </p> <p> - “Won't you tell me all that has happened since you started on your long - journey?” asked Peter. “Perhaps some of us can help you.” + “Won’t you tell me all that has happened since you started on your long + journey?” asked Peter. “Perhaps some of us can help you.” </p> <p> - “I'm afraid you can't,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly, “but I'll tell you all + “I’m afraid you can’t,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly, “but I’ll tell you all about it so that you may know just how thankful you ought to feel that you - do not have to suffer what some of us do.” + do not have to suffer what some of us do.” </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0011" id="link2H_4_0011"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0011"><span class="large">X</span><br>HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH</h2> </div> - <h2> - X. HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH - </h2> <p> - Peter Rabbit was eager to help Mrs. Quack in her trouble, though he hadn't + Peter Rabbit was eager to help Mrs. Quack in her trouble, though he hadn’t the least idea how he could help and neither had she. How any one who dislikes water as Peter does could help one who lives on the water all the time was more than either one of them could see. And yet without knowing - it, Peter WAS helping Mrs. Quack. He was giving her his sympathy, and + it, Peter <em>was</em> helping Mrs. Quack. He was giving her his sympathy, and sympathy often helps others a great deal more than we even guess. It sometimes is a very good plan to tell your troubles to some one who will listen with sympathy. It was so with Mrs. Quack. She had kept her troubles @@ -1080,52 +1066,52 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger to Peter. </p> <p> - “Mr. Quack and I spent a very comfortable winter way down in the sunny - Southland,” said she with a far-away look. “It was very warm and nice down + “Mr. Quack and I spent a very comfortable winter way down in the sunny + Southland,” said she with a far-away look. “It was very warm and nice down there, and there were a great many other Ducks spending the winter with us. The place where we were was far from the homes of men, and it was only once in a long while that we had to watch out for terrible guns. Of course, we had to have our wits with us all the time, because there are Hawks and Owls and Minks down there just as there are up here, but any - Duck who can't keep out of their way deserves to furnish one of them a + Duck who can’t keep out of their way deserves to furnish one of them a dinner. </p> <p> - “Then there was another fellow we had to watch out for, a queer fellow + “Then there was another fellow we had to watch out for, a queer fellow whom we never see anywhere but down there. It was never safe to swim too near an old log floating in the water or lying on the bank, because it - might suddenly open a great mouth and swallow one of us whole.” + might suddenly open a great mouth and swallow one of us whole.” </p> <p> - “What's that?” Peter Rabbit leaned forward and stared at Mrs. Quack with - his eyes popping right out. “What's that?” he repeated. “How can an old - log have a mouth?” + “What’s that?” Peter Rabbit leaned forward and stared at Mrs. Quack with + his eyes popping right out. “What’s that?” he repeated. “How can an old + log have a mouth?” </p> <p> Mrs. Quack just had to smile, Peter was so in earnest and looked so astonished. </p> <p> - “Of course,” said she, “no really truly log has a mouth or is alive, but + “Of course,” said she, “no really truly log has a mouth or is alive, but this queer fellow I was speaking of looks so much like an old log floating in the water unless you look at him very sharply, that many a heedless young Duck has discovered the difference when it was too late. Then, too, he will swim under water and come up underneath and seize you without any - warning. He has the biggest mouth I've ever seen, with terrible-looking - teeth, and could swallow me whole.” + warning. He has the biggest mouth I’ve ever seen, with terrible-looking + teeth, and could swallow me whole.” </p> + <figure id="i_03"> + <img class="illowp75" src="images/i_03.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption>“Some folks call him Alligator and some just ’Gator."</figcaption> + </figure> <p> - {Illustration with caption: “Some folks call him Alligator and some just - 'Gator."} - </p> - <p> - By this time Peter's eyes looked as if they would fall out of his head. - “What is his name?” whispered Peter. + By this time Peter’s eyes looked as if they would fall out of his head. + “What is his name?” whispered Peter. </p> <p> - “It's Old Ally the 'Gator,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Some folks call him - Alligator and some just 'Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He's a very - interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I'll tell you more about him. + “It’s Old Ally the ’Gator,” replied Mrs. Quack. “Some folks call him + Alligator and some just ’Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He’s a very + interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I’ll tell you more about him. Mr. Quack and I kept out of his reach, you may be sure. We lived quietly and tried to get in as good condition as possible for the long journey back to our home in the North. When it was time to start, a lot of us got @@ -1135,62 +1121,59 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger a very happy time, a very happy time indeed, but it was a sad time too for us older Ducks, because we knew what dreadful things were likely to happen on the long journey. It is hard enough to lose father or mother or brother - or sister, but it is worse to lose a dear mate.” + or sister, but it is worse to lose a dear mate.” </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack's eyes suddenly filled with tears again. “Oh, dear,” she - sobbed, “I wish I knew what became of Mr. Quack.” + Mrs. Quack’s eyes suddenly filled with tears again. “Oh, dear,” she + sobbed, “I wish I knew what became of Mr. Quack.” </p> <p> Peter said nothing, but looked the sympathy he felt. Presently Mrs. Quack - went on with her story. “We had a splendid big flock when we started, made + went on with her story. “We had a splendid big flock when we started, made up wholly of pairs, each pair dreaming of the home they would build when they reached the far North. Mr. Quack was the leader as usual, and I flew - right behind him. We hadn't gone far before we began to hear the terrible + right behind him. We hadn’t gone far before we began to hear the terrible guns, and the farther we went, the worse they got. Mr. Quack led us to the safest feeding and resting grounds he knew of, and for a time our flock escaped the terrible guns. But the farther we went, the more guns there - were.” Mrs. Quack paused and Peter waited. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0012" id="link2H_4_0012"> </a> + were.” Mrs. Quack paused and Peter waited. </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0012"><span class="large">XI</span><br>THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS</h2> </div> - <h2> - XI. THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS - </h2> - <p> - “Bang! Bang! Bang! Not a feather spare! Kill! Kill! Kill! Wound and rip - and tear!” - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">“Bang! Bang! Bang! Not a feather spare!</div> + <div class="i0">Kill! Kill! Kill! Wound and rip and tear!”</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> That is what the terrible guns roar from morning to night at Mrs. Quack and her friends as they fly on their long journey to their home in the far - North. I don't wonder that she was terribly uneasy and nervous as she sat + North. I don’t wonder that she was terribly uneasy and nervous as she sat in the Smiling Pool talking to Peter Rabbit; do you? </p> <p> - “Yes,” said she, continuing her story of her long journey from the sunny - Southland where she had spent the winter, “the farther we got, the more + “Yes,” said she, continuing her story of her long journey from the sunny + Southland where she had spent the winter, “the farther we got, the more there were of those terrible guns. It grew so bad that as well as Mr. Quack knew the places where we could find food, and no Duck that ever flew - knew them better, he couldn't find one where we could feel perfectly sure + knew them better, he couldn’t find one where we could feel perfectly sure that we were safe. The very safest-looking places sometimes were the most dangerous. If you saw a lot of Rabbits playing together on the Green - Meadows, you would feel perfectly safe in joining them, wouldn't you?” + Meadows, you would feel perfectly safe in joining them, wouldn’t you?” </p> <p> - Peter nodded. “I certainly would,” said he. “If it was safe for them it - certainly would be safe for me.” + Peter nodded. “I certainly would,” said he. “If it was safe for them it + certainly would be safe for me.” </p> <p> - “Well, that is just the way we felt when we saw a lot of Ducks swimming + “Well, that is just the way we felt when we saw a lot of Ducks swimming about on the edge of one of those feeding-places. We were tired, for we had flown a long distance, and we were hungry. It was still and peaceful there and not a thing to be seen that looked the least bit like danger. So @@ -1199,128 +1182,119 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger bang, bang, bang! My heart almost stopped beating. Then how we did fly! When we were far out over the water where we could see that nothing was near us we stopped to rest, and there we found only half as many in our - flock as there had been.” + flock as there had been.” </p> <p> - “Where were the others?” asked Peter, although he guessed. + “Where were the others?” asked Peter, although he guessed. </p> <p> - “Killed or hurt by those terrible guns,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. “And - that wasn't the worst of it. I told you that when we started each of us + “Killed or hurt by those terrible guns,” replied Mrs. Quack sadly. “And + that wasn’t the worst of it. I told you that when we started each of us had a mate. Now we found that of those who had escaped, four had lost their mates. They were heartbroken. When it came time for us to move on, - they wouldn't go. They said that if they did reach the nesting-place in - the far North, they couldn't have nests or eggs or young because they had + they wouldn’t go. They said that if they did reach the nesting-place in + the far North, they couldn’t have nests or eggs or young because they had no mates, so what was the use? Besides, they hoped that if they waited around they might find their mates. They thought they might not have been killed, but just hurt, and might be able to get away from those hunters. So they left us and swam back towards that terrible place, calling for their lost mates, and it was the saddest sound. I know now just how they - felt, for I have lost Mr. Quack, and that's why I'm here.” Mrs. Quack drew + felt, for I have lost Mr. Quack, and that’s why I’m here.” Mrs. Quack drew a wing across her eyes to wipe away the tears. </p> <p> - “But what happened to those Ducks that were swimming about there and made - you think it was safe?” asked Peter, with a puzzled look on his face. + “But what happened to those Ducks that were swimming about there and made + you think it was safe?” asked Peter, with a puzzled look on his face. </p> <p> - “Nothing,” replied Mrs. Quack. “They had been fastened out there in the + “Nothing,” replied Mrs. Quack. “They had been fastened out there in the water by the hunters so as to make us think it safe, and the terrible guns were fired at us and not at them. The hunters were hidden under grass, and - that is why we didn't see them.” + that is why we didn’t see them.” </p> <p> Peter blinked his eyes rapidly as if he were having hard work to believe - what he had been told. “Why,” said he at last, “I never heard of anything + what he had been told. “Why,” said he at last, “I never heard of anything so dreadfully unfair in all my life! Do you mean to tell me that those - hunters actually made other Ducks lead you into danger?” + hunters actually made other Ducks lead you into danger?” </p> <p> - “That's just what I mean,” returned Mrs. Quack. “Those two-legged - creatures don't know what fairness is. Why, some of them have learned our + “That’s just what I mean,” returned Mrs. Quack. “Those two-legged + creatures don’t know what fairness is. Why, some of them have learned our language and actually call us in where they can shoot us. Just think of that! They tell us in our own language that there is plenty to eat and all is safe, so that we will think that other Ducks are hidden and feeding there, and then when we go to join them, we are shot at! You ought to be - mighty thankful, Peter Rabbit, that you are not a Duck.” + mighty thankful, Peter Rabbit, that you are not a Duck.” </p> <p> - “I am,” replied Peter. He knew that not one of the meadow and forest + “I am,” replied Peter. He knew that not one of the meadow and forest people who were always trying to catch him would do a thing like that. </p> <p> - “It's all true,” said Mrs. Quack, “and those hunters do other things just + “It’s all true,” said Mrs. Quack, “and those hunters do other things just as unfair. Sometimes awful storms will come up, and we just have to find places where we can rest. Those hunters will hide near those places and shoot at us when we are so tired that we can hardly move a wing. It - wouldn't be so bad if a hunter would be satisfied to kill just one Duck, - just as Reddy Fox is, but he seems to want to kill EVERY Duck. Foxes and + wouldn’t be so bad if a hunter would be satisfied to kill just one Duck, + just as Reddy Fox is, but he seems to want to kill <em>every</em> Duck. Foxes and Hawks and Owls catch a good many young Ducks, just as they do young Rabbits, but you know how we feel about that. They only hunt when they are hungry, and they hunt fairly. When, they have got enough to make a dinner, they stop. They keep our wits sharp. If we do not keep out of their way, it is our own fault. It is a kind of game—the game of life. I guess - it is Old Mother Nature's way of keeping us wide-awake and sharpening our + it is Old Mother Nature’s way of keeping us wide-awake and sharpening our wits, and so making us better fitted to live. </p> <p> - “With these two-legged creatures with terrible guns, it is all different. - We don't have any chance at all. If they hunted us as Reddy Fox does, + “With these two-legged creatures with terrible guns, it is all different. + We don’t have any chance at all. If they hunted us as Reddy Fox does, tried to catch us themselves, it would be different. But their terrible - guns kill when we are a long way off, and there isn't any way for us to - know of the danger. And then, when one of them does kill a Duck, he isn't - satisfied, but keeps on killing and killing and killing. I'm sure one + guns kill when we are a long way off, and there isn’t any way for us to + know of the danger. And then, when one of them does kill a Duck, he isn’t + satisfied, but keeps on killing and killing and killing. I’m sure one would make him a dinner, if that is what he wants. </p> <p> - “And they often simply break the wings or otherwise terribly hurt the ones + “And they often simply break the wings or otherwise terribly hurt the ones they shoot at, and then leave them to suffer, unable to take care of - themselves. Oh, dear, I'm afraid that is what has happened to Mr. Quack.” + themselves. Oh, dear, I’m afraid that is what has happened to Mr. Quack.” </p> <p> Once more poor Mrs. Quack was quite overcome with her troubles and sorrows. Peter wished with all his heart that he could do something to - comfort her, but of course he couldn't, so he just sat still and waited + comfort her, but of course he couldn’t, so he just sat still and waited until she could tell him just what did happen to Mr. Quack. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0013" id="link2H_4_0013"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0013"><span class="large">XII</span><br>WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h2> - XII. WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK - </h2> <p> - “When did you last see Mr. Quack?” asked Jerry Muskrat, who had been + “When did you last see Mr. Quack?” asked Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening while Mrs. Quack told Peter Rabbit about her terrible journey. </p> <p> - “Early yesterday morning,” replied Mrs. Quack, the tears once more filling - her eyes. “We had reached the Big River over there, just six of us out of + “Early yesterday morning,” replied Mrs. Quack, the tears once more filling + her eyes. “We had reached the Big River over there, just six of us out of the big flock that had started from the sunny Southland. How we got as far - as that I don't know. But we did, and neither Mr. Quack nor I had lost a + as that I don’t know. But we did, and neither Mr. Quack nor I had lost a feather from those terrible guns that had banged at us all the way up and that had killed so many of our friends. </p> <p> - “We were flying up the Big River, and everything seemed perfectly safe. We + “We were flying up the Big River, and everything seemed perfectly safe. We were in a hurry, and when we came to a bend in the Big River, we flew quite close to shore, so as not to have to go way out and around. That was where Mr. Quack made a mistake. Even the smartest people will make - mistakes sometimes, you know.” + mistakes sometimes, you know.” </p> <p> - Peter Rabbit nodded, “I know,” said he. “I've made them myself.” And then + Peter Rabbit nodded, “I know,” said he. “I’ve made them myself.” And then he wondered why Jerry Muskrat laughed right out. </p> <p> - “Yes,” continued Mrs. Quack, “that is where Mr. Quack made a mistake, a + “Yes,” continued Mrs. Quack, “that is where Mr. Quack made a mistake, a great mistake. I suppose that because not a single gun had been fired at us that morning he thought perhaps there were no hunters on the Big River. So to save time he led us close to shore. And then it happened. There was @@ -1329,276 +1303,258 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger front of me on swift, strong wings, and there never was a swifter, stronger flier or a handsomer Duck than Mr. Quack, and then all in the wink of an eye he was tumbling helplessly down, down to the water below, - and I was flying on alone, for the other Ducks turned off, and I don't - know what became of them. I couldn't stop to see what became of Mr. Quack, + and I was flying on alone, for the other Ducks turned off, and I don’t + know what became of them. I couldn’t stop to see what became of Mr. Quack, because if I had, that terrible gun would have killed me. So I kept on a little way and then turned and went back, only I kept out in the middle of the Big River. I dropped down on the water and swam about, calling and - calling, but I didn't get any answer, and so I don't know what has become + calling, but I didn’t get any answer, and so I don’t know what has become of Mr. Quack. I am afraid he was killed, and if he was, I wish I had been - killed myself.” + killed myself.” </p> <p> - Here Mrs. Quack choked up so that she couldn't say another word. Peter's - own eyes were full of tears as he tried to comfort her. “Perhaps,” said - he, “Mr. Quack wasn't killed and is hiding somewhere along the Big River. - I don't know why I feel so, but I feel sure that he wasn't killed, and - that you will find him yet.” + Here Mrs. Quack choked up so that she couldn’t say another word. Peter’s + own eyes were full of tears as he tried to comfort her. “Perhaps,” said + he, “Mr. Quack wasn’t killed and is hiding somewhere along the Big River. + I don’t know why I feel so, but I feel sure that he wasn’t killed, and + that you will find him yet.” </p> <p> - “That's why I've waited instead of going on,” replied Mrs. Quack between - sobs, “though it wouldn't have been of any use to go on without my dear - mate. I'm going back to the Big River now to look for him. The trouble is, - I don't dare go near the shore, and if he is alive, he probably is hiding - somewhere among the rushes along the banks. I think I'll be going along - now, but I'll be back to-night if nothing happens to me. You folks who can - always stay at home have a great deal to be thankful for.” + “That’s why I’ve waited instead of going on,” replied Mrs. Quack between + sobs, “though it wouldn’t have been of any use to go on without my dear + mate. I’m going back to the Big River now to look for him. The trouble is, + I don’t dare go near the shore, and if he is alive, he probably is hiding + somewhere among the rushes along the banks. I think I’ll be going along + now, but I’ll be back to-night if nothing happens to me. You folks who can + always stay at home have a great deal to be thankful for.” </p> <p> - “It's lucky for me that Mrs. Peter wasn't here to hear her say that,” said + “It’s lucky for me that Mrs. Peter wasn’t here to hear her say that,” said Peter, as he and Jerry Muskrat watched Mrs. Quack fly swiftly towards the - Big River. “Mrs. Peter is forever worrying and scolding because I don't + Big River. “Mrs. Peter is forever worrying and scolding because I don’t stay in the dear Old Briar-patch. If she had heard Mrs. Quack say that, I never would have heard the last of it. I wish there was something we could - do for Mrs. Quack. I'm going back to the dear Old Briar-patch to think it + do for Mrs. Quack. I’m going back to the dear Old Briar-patch to think it over, and I guess the sooner I start the better, for that looks to me like - Reddy Fox over there, and he's headed this way.” + Reddy Fox over there, and he’s headed this way.” </p> <p> So off for home started Peter, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as he could go, and all the way there he was turning over in his mind what Mrs. Quack had told him and trying to think of some way to help her. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0014" id="link2H_4_0014"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0014"><span class="large">XIII</span><br>PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h2> - XIII. PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK - </h2> - <p> - To get things done, if you'll but try, You'll always find there is a way. - What you yourself can't do alone The chances are another may. - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">To get things done, if you’ll but try,</div> + <div class="i2">You’ll always find there is a way.</div> + <div class="i0">What you yourself can’t do alone</div> + <div class="i2">The chances are another may.</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> When Peter Rabbit was once more safely back in the dear Old Briar-patch, he told Mrs. Peter all about poor Mrs. Quack and her troubles. Then for a long, long time he sat in a brown study. A brown study, you know, is sitting perfectly still and thinking very hard. That was what Peter did. He sat so still that if you had happened along, you probably would have - thought him asleep. But he wasn't asleep. No, indeed! He was just thinking + thought him asleep. But he wasn’t asleep. No, indeed! He was just thinking and thinking. He was trying to think of some way to help Mrs. Quack. At last he gave a little sigh of disappointment. </p> + <figure id="i_04"> + <img class="illowp75" src="images/i_04.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption>“Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours and never say can’t."</figcaption> + </figure> <p> - {Illustration with caption: “Just tuck that fact away in that empty head - of yours and never say can't."} - </p> - <p> - “It can't be done,” said he. “There isn't any way.” + “It can’t be done,” said he. “There isn’t any way.” </p> <p> - “What can't be done?” demanded a voice right over his head. + “What can’t be done?” demanded a voice right over his head. </p> <p> Peter looked up. There sat Sammy Jay. Peter had been thinking so hard that - he hadn't seen Sammy arrive. + he hadn’t seen Sammy arrive. </p> <p> - “What can't be done?” repeated Sammy. “There isn't anything that can't be - done. There are plenty of things that you can't do, but what you can't do + “What can’t be done?” repeated Sammy. “There isn’t anything that can’t be + done. There are plenty of things that you can’t do, but what you can’t do some one else can. Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours - and never say can't.” You know Sammy dearly loves to tease Peter. + and never say can’t.” You know Sammy dearly loves to tease Peter. </p> <p> - Peter made a good-natured face at Sammy. “Which means, I suppose, that - what I can't do you can. You always did have a pretty good opinion of - yourself, Sammy,” said he. + Peter made a good-natured face at Sammy. “Which means, I suppose, that + what I can’t do you can. You always did have a pretty good opinion of + yourself, Sammy,” said he. </p> <p> - “Nothing of the kind,” retorted Sammy. “I simply mean that nobody can do + “Nothing of the kind,” retorted Sammy. “I simply mean that nobody can do everything, and that very often two heads are better than one. It struck me that you had something on your mind, and I thought I might be able to - help you get rid of it. But of course, if you don't want my help, + help you get rid of it. But of course, if you don’t want my help, supposing I could and would give it to you, that is an end of the matter, - and I guess I'll be on my way. The Old Briar-patch is rather a dull place - anyway.” + and I guess I’ll be on my way. The Old Briar-patch is rather a dull place + anyway.” </p> <p> Peter started to make a sharp retort, but thought better of it. Instead he - replied mildly: “I was just trying to think of some way to help poor Mrs. - Quack.” + replied mildly: “I was just trying to think of some way to help poor Mrs. + Quack.” </p> <p> - “Help Mrs. Quack!” exclaimed Sammy in surprise. “Where under the sun did - you get acquainted with Mrs. Quack? What's the matter with her? She always - has looked to me quite able to help herself.” + “Help Mrs. Quack!” exclaimed Sammy in surprise. “Where under the sun did + you get acquainted with Mrs. Quack? What’s the matter with her? She always + has looked to me quite able to help herself.” </p> <p> - “Well, she isn't. That is, she needs others to help her just now,” replied - Peter, “and I've been most thinking my head off trying to find a way to - help her.” Then he told Sammy how he had met Mrs. Quack at the Smiling + “Well, she isn’t. That is, she needs others to help her just now,” replied + Peter, “and I’ve been most thinking my head off trying to find a way to + help her.” Then he told Sammy how he had met Mrs. Quack at the Smiling Pool and how terrible her long journey up from the sunny Southland had been, and how Mr. Quack had been shot by a hunter with a terrible gun, and how poor Mrs. Quack was quite heartbroken, and how she had gone over to - the Big River to look for him but didn't dare go near the places where he - might be hiding if he were still alive and hurt so that he couldn't fly, + the Big River to look for him but didn’t dare go near the places where he + might be hiding if he were still alive and hurt so that he couldn’t fly, and how cruel and terribly unfair were the men with terrible guns, and all the other things he had learned from Mrs. Quack. </p> <p> - Sammy listened with his head cocked on one side, and for once he didn't + Sammy listened with his head cocked on one side, and for once he didn’t interrupt Peter or try to tease him or make fun of him. In fact, as Peter looked up at him, he could see that Sammy was very serious and thoughtful, - and that the more he heard of Mrs. Quack's story the more thoughtful he + and that the more he heard of Mrs. Quack’s story the more thoughtful he looked. When Peter finished, Sammy flew down a little nearer to Peter. </p> <p> - “I beg your pardon for saying your head is empty, Peter,” said he. “Your - heart is right, anyway. Of course, there isn't anything you can do to help - Mrs. Quack, but as I told you in the beginning, what you can't do others - can. Now I don't say that I can help Mrs. Quack, but I can try. I believe - I'll do a little thinking myself.” + “I beg your pardon for saying your head is empty, Peter,” said he. “Your + heart is right, anyway. Of course, there isn’t anything you can do to help + Mrs. Quack, but as I told you in the beginning, what you can’t do others + can. Now I don’t say that I can help Mrs. Quack, but I can try. I believe + I’ll do a little thinking myself.” </p> <p> So Sammy Jay in his turn went into a brown study, and Peter watched him anxiously and a little hopefully. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0015" id="link2H_4_0015"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0015"><span class="large">XIV</span><br>SAMMY JAY’S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h2> - XIV. SAMMY JAY'S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK - </h2> <p> Sammy Jay sat on the lowest branch of a little tree in the dear Old - Briar-patch just over Peter Rabbit's head, thinking as hard as ever he + Briar-patch just over Peter Rabbit’s head, thinking as hard as ever he could. Peter watched him and wondered if Sammy would be able to think of any plan for helping poor Mrs. Quack. He hoped so. He himself had thought and thought until he felt as if his brains were all mixed up and he - couldn't think any more. So he watched Sammy and waited and hoped. + couldn’t think any more. So he watched Sammy and waited and hoped. </p> <p> Presently Sammy flirted his wings in a way which Peter knew meant that he - had made up his mind. “Did I understand you to say that Mrs. Quack said + had made up his mind. “Did I understand you to say that Mrs. Quack said that if Mr. Quack is alive, he probably is hiding among the rushes along - the banks of the Big River?” he asked. + the banks of the Big River?” he asked. </p> <p> Peter nodded. </p> <p> - “And that she said that she doesn't dare go near the banks because of fear - of the terrible guns?” + “And that she said that she doesn’t dare go near the banks because of fear + of the terrible guns?” </p> <p> Again Peter nodded. </p> <p> - “Well, if that's the case, what is the matter with some of us who are not - afraid of the terrible guns looking for Mr. Quack?” said Sammy. “I will, - for one, and I'm quite sure that my cousin, Blacky the Crow, will, for + “Well, if that’s the case, what is the matter with some of us who are not + afraid of the terrible guns looking for Mr. Quack?” said Sammy. “I will, + for one, and I’m quite sure that my cousin, Blacky the Crow, will, for another. He surely will if he thinks it will spoil the plans of any hunters. Blacky would go a long distance to do that. He hates terrible guns and the men who use them. And he knows all about them. He has very sharp eyes, has Blacky, and he knows when a man has got a gun and when he - hasn't. More than that, he can tell better than any one I know of just how + hasn’t. More than that, he can tell better than any one I know of just how near he can safely go to one of those terrible guns. He is smart, my - cousin Blacky is, and if he will help me look for Mr. Quack, we'll find - him if he is alive.” + cousin Blacky is, and if he will help me look for Mr. Quack, we’ll find + him if he is alive.” </p> <p> - “That will be splendid!” cried Peter, clapping his hands. “But aren't you - afraid of those terrible guns, Sammy?” + “That will be splendid!” cried Peter, clapping his hands. “But aren’t you + afraid of those terrible guns, Sammy?” </p> <p> - “Not when the hunters are trying for Ducks,” replied Sammy. “If there is a - Duck anywhere in sight, they won't shoot at poor little me or even at + “Not when the hunters are trying for Ducks,” replied Sammy. “If there is a + Duck anywhere in sight, they won’t shoot at poor little me or even at Blacky, though they would shoot at him any other time. You see, they know that shooting at us would frighten the Ducks. Blacky knows all about the Big River. In the winter he often gets considerable of his food along its - banks. I've been over there a number of times, but I don't know so much - about it as he does. Now here is my plan. I'll go find Blacky and tell him + banks. I’ve been over there a number of times, but I don’t know so much + about it as he does. Now here is my plan. I’ll go find Blacky and tell him all about what we want to do for Mrs. Quack. Then, when Mrs. Quack comes - back to the Smiling Pool, if she hasn't found Mr. Quack, we'll tell her + back to the Smiling Pool, if she hasn’t found Mr. Quack, we’ll tell her what we are going to do and what she must do. She must swim right up the Big River, keeping out in the middle where she will be safe. If there are - any hunters hiding along the bank, they will see her, and then they won't + any hunters hiding along the bank, they will see her, and then they won’t shoot at Blacky or me because they will keep hoping that Mrs. Quack will swim in near enough for them to shoot her. Blacky will fly along over one bank of the Big River, and I will do the same over the other bank, keeping as nearly opposite Mrs. Quack as we can. Being up in the air that way and looking down, we will be able to see the hunters and also Mr. Quack, if he is hiding among the rushes. Are you quite sure that Mrs. Quack will come - back to the Smiling Pool to-night?” + back to the Smiling Pool to-night?” </p> <p> - “She said she would,” replied Peter. “Last night she came just a little + “She said she would,” replied Peter. “Last night she came just a little while before dark, and I think she will do the same thing to-night, to see - if any more corn has been left for her. You know Farmer Brown's boy put - some there yesterday, and it tasted so good to her that I don't believe + if any more corn has been left for her. You know Farmer Brown’s boy put + some there yesterday, and it tasted so good to her that I don’t believe she will be able to stay away, even if she wants to. I think your plan is - perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay. I do hope Blacky the Crow will help.” + perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay. I do hope Blacky the Crow will help.” </p> <p> - “He will. Don't worry about that,” replied Sammy. “Hello! There goes - Farmer Brown's boy over to the Smiling Pool now.” + “He will. Don’t worry about that,” replied Sammy. “Hello! There goes + Farmer Brown’s boy over to the Smiling Pool now.” </p> <p> - “Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know it!” cried - Peter. “He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and I just know he has - his pockets full of corn.” + “Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know it!” cried + Peter. “He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and I just know he has + his pockets full of corn.” </p> <p> - “I wouldn't mind a little of it myself,” said Sammy. “Well, I must go - along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter.” + “I wouldn’t mind a little of it myself,” said Sammy. “Well, I must go + along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter.” </p> <p> - “Good-by and good luck,” replied Peter. “I've always said you are not half - such a bad fellow as you try to make folks think you are, Sammy Jay.” + “Good-by and good luck,” replied Peter. “I’ve always said you are not half + such a bad fellow as you try to make folks think you are, Sammy Jay.” </p> <p> - “Thanks,” said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for his + “Thanks,” said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for his cousin, Blacky the Crow. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0016" id="link2H_4_0016"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0016"><span class="large">XV</span><br>THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h2> - XV. THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK - </h2> <p> In spite of her hopelessness in regard to Mr. Quack, there is no doubt that Mrs. Quack felt better that night after she had eaten the corn left - among the rushes of the Smiling Pool by Farmer Brown's boy. Now she had + among the rushes of the Smiling Pool by Farmer Brown’s boy. Now she had that very comfortable feeling that goes with a full stomach, she could think better. As the Black Shadows crept across the Smiling Pool, she - turned over in her mind Sammy Jay's plan for helping her the next day. The + turned over in her mind Sammy Jay’s plan for helping her the next day. The more she thought about it, the better it seemed, and she began to feel a little ashamed that she had not appeared more grateful to Sammy when he told her. At the time she had been tired and hungry and discouraged. Now she was beginning to feel rested, and she was no longer hungry. These - things made all the difference in the world. As she thought over Sammy's + things made all the difference in the world. As she thought over Sammy’s plan, she began to feel a little hope, and when at last she put her head under her wing to go to sleep, she had made up her mind that the plan was worth trying, and that she would do her part. @@ -1642,43 +1598,34 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger <p> Now Sammy Jay dearly loves to hunt for things. Whenever he knows that one of his neighbors in the Green Forest has hidden something, he likes to - hunt for it. It isn't so much that he wants what has been hidden, as it is + hunt for it. It isn’t so much that he wants what has been hidden, as it is that he wants to feel he is smart enough to find it. When he does find it, - he usually steals it, I'm sorry to say. But it is the fun of hunting that + he usually steals it, I’m sorry to say. But it is the fun of hunting that Sammy enjoys most. So now Sammy thoroughly enjoyed hunting for Mr. Quack. He peered into every likely hiding-place and became so interested that he quite forgot about the hunters who might be waiting along the bank. </p> <p> - So it happened that he didn't see a boat drawn in among the bushes until + So it happened that he didn’t see a boat drawn in among the bushes until he was right over it. Sitting in it was a man with a terrible gun, very intently watching Mrs. Quack out in the middle of the Big River. Sammy was so startled that before he thought he opened his mouth and screamed - “Thief! thief! thief!” at the top of his lungs, and flew away with all his + “Thief! thief! thief!” at the top of his lungs, and flew away with all his might. Mrs. Quack heard his scream and understood just what it meant. </p> <p> A little later Blacky the Crow discovered another hunter hiding behind the - bushes on his side. “Caw! caw! caw!” shouted Blacky, flying out over the + bushes on his side. “Caw! caw! caw!” shouted Blacky, flying out over the water far enough to be safe from that terrible gun he could see. </p> <p> - “Quack! quack!” replied Mrs. Quack, which meant that she understood. And + “Quack! quack!” replied Mrs. Quack, which meant that she understood. And so the hunt went on without a sign of poor Mr. Quack. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0017" id="link2H_4_0017"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0017"><span class="large">XVI</span><br>SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN</h2> </div> - <h2> - XVI. SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN - </h2> <p> For all their peeking and peering among the broken-down rushes and under the bushes along the banks of the Big River, and no sharper eyes ever @@ -1686,13 +1633,13 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger missing Mr. Quack. </p> <p> - “I guess Mrs. Quack was right and that Mr. Quack was killed when he was - shot,” muttered Sammy to himself. “Probably one of those hunters had him - for dinner long ago. Hello! There's another hunter up where the Laughing - Brook joins the Big River! I guess I won't take any chances. I'd like to + “I guess Mrs. Quack was right and that Mr. Quack was killed when he was + shot,” muttered Sammy to himself. “Probably one of those hunters had him + for dinner long ago. Hello! There’s another hunter up where the Laughing + Brook joins the Big River! I guess I won’t take any chances. I’d like to find Mr. Quack, but Sammy Jay is a lot more important to me than Mr. Quack, and that fellow just might happen to take it into his head to shoot - at me.” + at me.” </p> <p> So Sammy silently flew around back of the hunter and stopped in a tree @@ -1702,23 +1649,23 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger But of course Sammy could see him perfectly, because he was behind him. Out in front of that little fence, which was on the very edge of the water, were a number of what Sammy at first took to be some of Mrs. - Quack's relatives. “Why doesn't he shoot them?” thought Sammy. He puzzled + Quack’s relatives. “Why doesn’t he shoot them?” thought Sammy. He puzzled over this as he watched them until suddenly it came into his head that he - hadn't seen one of them move since he began watching them. The man changed - his position, and still those Ducks didn't move, although some of them - were so near that they simply couldn't have helped knowing when the hunter - moved unless they were more stupid than any one of Sammy's acquaintance. + hadn’t seen one of them move since he began watching them. The man changed + his position, and still those Ducks didn’t move, although some of them + were so near that they simply couldn’t have helped knowing when the hunter + moved unless they were more stupid than any one of Sammy’s acquaintance. </p> <p> This was very curious, very curious indeed. Sammy flew a little nearer and then a little nearer, taking the greatest care not to make a sound. Pretty soon he was so near that he could see those Ducks very plainly, and he - stared with all his might. He couldn't see any feathers! No, Sir, he - couldn't see any feathers! Then he understood. + stared with all his might. He couldn’t see any feathers! No, Sir, he + couldn’t see any feathers! Then he understood. </p> <p> - “Huh!” said he to himself. “Those are not Ducks at all. They are just - pieces of wood made to look like Ducks. Now I wonder what they are for.” + “Huh!” said he to himself. “Those are not Ducks at all. They are just + pieces of wood made to look like Ducks. Now I wonder what they are for.” </p> <p> In a few minutes he found out. He saw the hunter crouch down a little @@ -1731,7 +1678,7 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger join them. </p> <p> - “They think they are real Ducks and so this place is perfectly safe!” + “They think they are real Ducks and so this place is perfectly safe!” thought Sammy. He saw the hunter make ready to shoot with his terrible gun and then, without stopping to think what might happen to him, he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice. He saw the Ducks suddenly @@ -1745,41 +1692,32 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger the roar of that terrible gun. </p> <p> - But he didn't, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now in + But he didn’t, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now in flying away from the hunter he had followed the Laughing Brook where it winds through a sort of swamp before it joins the Big River. Because there was more water than could be kept between the banks of the Big River, it had crept over the banks, and all the trees of the swamp were standing in water. Just beyond where Sammy was sitting was a pile of brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam, dancing down through the tree tops, touched - something under the edge of the brush, and Sammy's sharp eyes caught a + something under the edge of the brush, and Sammy’s sharp eyes caught a flash of green. Idly he watched it, and presently it moved. Instantly Sammy was all curiosity. He flew over where he could see better. </p> <p> - “Now what can that be?” thought Sammy, as he peered down at the pile of + “Now what can that be?” thought Sammy, as he peered down at the pile of brush and tried to see under it. </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0018" id="link2H_4_0018"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0018"><span class="large">XVII</span><br>MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST</h2> </div> - <h2> - XVII. MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST - </h2> <p> - Sammy Jay's eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the pile + Sammy Jay’s eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds its way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know it was spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the Big River has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big River than its banks would - hold as it hurried down to the Great Ocean. It just couldn't hurry fast + hold as it hurried down to the Great Ocean. It just couldn’t hurry fast enough to take all that water down as fast as it ran into the Big River, and so the water had crept over the banks in places. It had done this right here in the little swamp where Sammy was. @@ -1789,7 +1727,7 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That green spot had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it must be something alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody, and Sammy wanted to know who it - was. Try as he would he couldn't remember any one who wore such glossy + was. Try as he would he couldn’t remember any one who wore such glossy green as that. So he sat perfectly still, for he knew that if whoever was hiding under that brush should even guess that he was being watched, he would not come out. @@ -1797,7 +1735,7 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger <p> So, his eyes sparkling with excitement, Sammy watched. He was impatiently patient. Did you know that it is possible to be impatiently patient? Well, - it is. Sammy was just boiling with impatience inside, but he didn't let + it is. Sammy was just boiling with impatience inside, but he didn’t let that impatience spoil the patience of his waiting. He sat there just as still as still, with his eyes fixed on that green spot, and you would never have guessed that he was fairly bursting with impatience to know who @@ -1809,17 +1747,17 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger After what seemed to Sammy a very long time, the green spot moved again. Little by little something reached out from under the pile of brush. It was a head, a very beautiful green head, and it was exactly like Mrs. - Quack's head, only hers was a sober brown instead of green. Sammy choked + Quack’s head, only hers was a sober brown instead of green. Sammy choked back a little gasp of surprise as a sudden thought popped into his head. Could this be the lost Mr. Quack? He had forgotten that probably Mr. Quack dressed differently from Mrs. Quack, and so of course he had been looking for some one all in brown. There was the bang of a gun somewhere over on the Big River, and the green head was hastily withdrawn under the bush, - but not before Sammy had seen a look of terrible fear in his eyes. “I - believe it IS Mr. Quack!” thought Sammy. “If it is, I'll have the best + but not before Sammy had seen a look of terrible fear in his eyes. “I + believe it <em>is</em> Mr. Quack!” thought Sammy. “If it is, I’ll have the best news ever to tell Mrs. Quack. Just trust Sammy Jay to find anything he - goes looking for.” - </p> + goes looking for.” + </p> <p> This was just plain boasting, and Sammy knew it. But Sammy always does have a good opinion of himself. It is one of his faults. He quite lost @@ -1830,72 +1768,63 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger green, too, and that around the neck was a white collar. Sammy could keep still no longer. </p> + <figure id="i_05"> + <img class="illowp75" src="images/i_05.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption>“Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. Quack."</figcaption> + </figure> <p> - {Illustration with caption: “Yes,” said he in a low voice, “I am Mr. - Quack."} - </p> - <p> - “Are you Mr. Quack?” he asked eagerly. + “Are you Mr. Quack?” he asked eagerly. </p> <p> The beautiful head disappeared like a flash. Sammy waited a minute or two, - before he repeated his question, adding: “You needn't be afraid. There - isn't anybody here but me, and I'm your friend. I just want to know if you - are Mr. Quack because I've been looking for you for Mrs. Quack. Are you?” + before he repeated his question, adding: “You needn’t be afraid. There + isn’t anybody here but me, and I’m your friend. I just want to know if you + are Mr. Quack because I’ve been looking for you for Mrs. Quack. Are you?” </p> <p> Slowly, looking this way and that way with fear and suspicion in his eyes, - a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush. “Yes,” said he in a - low voice, “I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs. Quack?” + a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush. “Yes,” said he in a + low voice, “I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs. Quack?” </p> <p> - “Safe and sound over on the Big River,” replied Sammy joyfully. “Oh, I'm - so glad I've found you!” + “Safe and sound over on the Big River,” replied Sammy joyfully. “Oh, I’m + so glad I’ve found you!” </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0019" id="link2H_4_0019"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0019"><span class="large">XVIII</span><br>SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP</h2> </div> - <h2> - XVIII. SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP - </h2> <p> When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the swamp over by the bank of the Big River, he flew straight back to the Smiling Pool. At first he thought of flying out over the Big River and screaming the news to Mrs. Quack, who, you know, was swimming about out there. But he knew that if he did, she - would very likely fly right over where Mr. Quack was, and that wouldn't do - at all. No, indeed, that wouldn't do at all. One of the hunters would be + would very likely fly right over where Mr. Quack was, and that wouldn’t do + at all. No, indeed, that wouldn’t do at all. One of the hunters would be sure to see her. So Sammy wisely flew back to the Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should come back there for the night. </p> <p> Of course he told Peter Rabbit all about Mr. Quack, and Peter was so delighted at the thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered about in - quite the craziest way. “Does Mrs. Quack know yet?” asked Peter. + quite the craziest way. “Does Mrs. Quack know yet?” asked Peter. </p> <p> - Sammy shook his head. “I'm going to tell her when she comes back here - to-night,” he explained. “I was afraid if I told her before then she would - fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in trouble.” + Sammy shook his head. “I’m going to tell her when she comes back here + to-night,” he explained. “I was afraid if I told her before then she would + fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in trouble.” </p> <p> - “Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn't have - thought of that. My, won't she be happy when you do tell her! I wonder - what she'll say and what she'll do. I'm going to stay right here so as to + “Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn’t have + thought of that. My, won’t she be happy when you do tell her! I wonder + what she’ll say and what she’ll do. I’m going to stay right here so as to see her when she hears the good news. Here comes your cousin, Blacky the - Crow. Does he know yet?” + Crow. Does he know yet?” </p> <p> - “No,” replied Sammy, “but I'm going to tell him as soon as he gets here.” + “No,” replied Sammy, “but I’m going to tell him as soon as he gets here.” They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon as he was within - hearing Sammy shouted the news. “Caw, caw, caw,” replied Blacky, hurrying + hearing Sammy shouted the news. “Caw, caw, caw,” replied Blacky, hurrying a little faster. </p> <p> @@ -1913,194 +1842,189 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger stay out after dark. They had almost made up their minds to leave Peter to tell the news when they saw Mrs. Quack coming swiftly from the direction of the Big River. She looked so sad and discouraged that even Blacky the - Crow was sorry for her, and you know Blacky isn't much given to such + Crow was sorry for her, and you know Blacky isn’t much given to such feelings. </p> <p> - “What's the news, Mrs. Quack?” asked Peter, his eyes dancing. + “What’s the news, Mrs. Quack?” asked Peter, his eyes dancing. </p> <p> - “There isn't any,” replied Mrs. Quack. + “There isn’t any,” replied Mrs. Quack. </p> <p> - “Oh, yes, there is!” cried Sammy Jay, who couldn't possibly keep still any + “Oh, yes, there is!” cried Sammy Jay, who couldn’t possibly keep still any longer. </p> <p> - “What is it?” demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter that + “What is it?” demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter that there was a wee bit of hope in her voice. </p> <p> - “Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins the - Big River it flows through a little swamp?” asked Sammy. + “Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins the + Big River it flows through a little swamp?” asked Sammy. </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly. “What of it?” she demanded. + Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly. “What of it?” she demanded. </p> <p> - “Nothing much, only if I were you I would go down there after dark,” + “Nothing much, only if I were you I would go down there after dark,” replied Sammy. </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply. “Why should I go down there?” she + Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply. “Why should I go down there?” she asked. </p> <p> - “If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?” asked Sammy in + “If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?” asked Sammy in his turn. </p> <p> Mrs. Quack promised that she would. </p> <p> - “Well, then,” replied Sammy, “this afternoon I found a stranger hiding in + “Well, then,” replied Sammy, “this afternoon I found a stranger hiding in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and neck and a white - collar.” + collar.” </p> <p> - “Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!” cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and lifted + “Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!” cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and lifted her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once. </p> <p> - “Stop!” cried Sammy sharply. “You said you would wait until I am through. - It won't do for you to go there until after dark, because there is a - hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack's hiding-place. Wait until it is dark + “Stop!” cried Sammy sharply. “You said you would wait until I am through. + It won’t do for you to go there until after dark, because there is a + hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack’s hiding-place. Wait until it is dark and he has gone home. Then take my advice, and when you have found Mr. - Quack, bring him right up here to the Smiling Pool. He can't fly, but he + Quack, bring him right up here to the Smiling Pool. He can’t fly, but he can swim up the Laughing Brook, and this is the safest place for both of - you. Now good night and good luck.” + you. Now good night and good luck.” </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0020" id="link2H_4_0020"> </a> - </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0020"><span class="large">XIX</span><br>JERRY MUSKRAT’S GREAT IDEA</h2> </div> - <h2> - XIX. JERRY MUSKRAT'S GREAT IDEA - </h2> - <p> - A friendly friend is a friend indeed When he proves a friend in the time - of need. - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">A friendly friend is a friend indeed</div> + <div class="i0">When he proves a friend in the time of need.</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> Mr. and Mrs. Quack had been so much taken up with each other and with their troubles that they had quite forgotten they were not alone in the Smiling Pool, which they had reached by swimming up the Laughing Brook. So - it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested that if Mr. Quack's wing got + it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested that if Mr. Quack’s wing got strong they might be able to find a lonesome pond not too far away where they could make their home for the summer, they were a little startled to - hear a voice say: “I know where there is one, and you will not have to fly - at all to get to it.” Both jumped a little. You see their nerves had been + hear a voice say: “I know where there is one, and you will not have to fly + at all to get to it.” Both jumped a little. You see their nerves had been very much upset for a long time, and the least unexpected thing made them jump. Then both laughed. </p> <p> - “Hello, Jerry Muskrat! We'd forgotten all about you,” said Mrs. Quack. - “What was that you said?” + “Hello, Jerry Muskrat! We’d forgotten all about you,” said Mrs. Quack. + “What was that you said?” </p> <p> - Jerry good-naturedly repeated what he had said. Mrs. Quack's face - brightened. “Do you really mean it?” she asked eagerly. “Do you really + Jerry good-naturedly repeated what he had said. Mrs. Quack’s face + brightened. “Do you really mean it?” she asked eagerly. “Do you really mean that you know of a pond where we could live and not be likely to be - seen by these two-legged creatures called men?” + seen by these two-legged creatures called men?” </p> <p> - “That's what I said,” replied Jerry briefly. + “That’s what I said,” replied Jerry briefly. </p> <p> - “Oh, Jerry, you're not joking, are you? Tell me you're not joking,” begged + “Oh, Jerry, you’re not joking, are you? Tell me you’re not joking,” begged Mrs. Quack. </p> <p> - “Of course I'm not joking,” returned Jerry just a little bit indignantly, - “I am not the kind of a fellow to joke people who are in such trouble as + “Of course I’m not joking,” returned Jerry just a little bit indignantly, + “I am not the kind of a fellow to joke people who are in such trouble as you and Mr. Quack seem to be in. The idea came to me while you were - talking. I couldn't help overhearing what you were saying, and the minute - you mentioned a lonesome pond, the idea came to me, and I think it's a + talking. I couldn’t help overhearing what you were saying, and the minute + you mentioned a lonesome pond, the idea came to me, and I think it’s a perfectly splendid idea. I know of just the lonesomest kind of a lonesome - pond, and you won't have to fly a stroke to get to it. If you are smart + pond, and you won’t have to fly a stroke to get to it. If you are smart enough not to be caught by Reddy Fox or Hooty the Owl or Billy Mink or any - of those people who hunt for a living, there isn't any reason I know of - why you shouldn't spend the summer there in peace and comfort.” + of those people who hunt for a living, there isn’t any reason I know of + why you shouldn’t spend the summer there in peace and comfort.” </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack's eyes fairly shone with hope and eagerness. “Oh, Jerry, tell - us where it is, and we'll start for it right away!” she cried. + Mrs. Quack’s eyes fairly shone with hope and eagerness. “Oh, Jerry, tell + us where it is, and we’ll start for it right away!” she cried. </p> <p> - Jerry's eyes twinkled. “Of course, the owner of that pond might not like - to have neighbors. I hadn't thought of that,” said he. “Perhaps he ought - to be asked first.” + Jerry’s eyes twinkled. “Of course, the owner of that pond might not like + to have neighbors. I hadn’t thought of that,” said he. “Perhaps he ought + to be asked first.” </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack's face fell. “Who is the owner?” she asked. + Mrs. Quack’s face fell. “Who is the owner?” she asked. </p> <p> - “My cousin, Paddy the Beaver. He made it,” replied Jerry proudly. + “My cousin, Paddy the Beaver. He made it,” replied Jerry proudly. </p> <p> - Mrs. Quack's face lighted up again at once. “I'm sure he won't object,” - said she. “We know a great many of the Beaver family. In fact, they are - very good neighbors of ours in our home in the far Northland. I didn't + Mrs. Quack’s face lighted up again at once. “I’m sure he won’t object,” + said she. “We know a great many of the Beaver family. In fact, they are + very good neighbors of ours in our home in the far Northland. I didn’t suppose there was a Beaver pond anywhere around here. Tell me where it is, - Jerry, and I'll go right up there and call on your cousin.” + Jerry, and I’ll go right up there and call on your cousin.” </p> <p> - “All you've got to do is to follow the Laughing Brook way back into the - Green Forest, and you'll come to Paddy's pond,” said he. “He made that + “All you’ve got to do is to follow the Laughing Brook way back into the + Green Forest, and you’ll come to Paddy’s pond,” said he. “He made that pond himself two years ago. He came down from the Great Woods and built a dam across the Laughing Brook way back there in the Green Forest and gave us a great scare here in the Smiling Pool by cutting off the water for a few days. He has got a very nice pond there now. Honker the Goose and his - flock spent a night in it on their way south last fall.” + flock spent a night in it on their way south last fall.” </p> <p> Mrs. Quack waited to hear no more. She shot up into the air and disappeared over the tops of the trees in the Green Forest. </p> <p> - “What do you think of my idea?” asked Jerry, as he and Mr. Quack watched + “What do you think of my idea?” asked Jerry, as he and Mr. Quack watched her out of sight. </p> <p> - “I think it is great, just simply great,” replied Mr. Quack. - </p> - <p> - <br /><br /> - </p> - <hr /> - <p> - <a name="link2H_4_0021" id="link2H_4_0021"> </a> + “I think it is great, just simply great,” replied Mr. Quack. </p> - <div style="height: 4em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /> + <hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop"> + <div class="chapter"> + <h2 id="link2H_4_0021"><span class="large">XX</span><br>HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK</h2> </div> - <h2> - XX. HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK - </h2> - <p> - Whose heart is true and brave and strong, Who ne'er gives up to grim - despair, Will find some day that skies are blue And all the world is - bright and fair. - </p> + + <div class="center-container"> + <div class="poetry"> + <div class="stanza"> + <div class="i0">Whose heart is true and brave and strong,</div> + <div class="i2">Who ne’er gives up to grim despair,</div> + <div class="i0">Will find some day that skies are blue</div> + <div class="i2">And all the world is bright and fair.</div> + </div> + </div> + </div> + <p> - If you don't believe it, just ask Mr. and Mrs. Quack. They know. Certainly + If you don’t believe it, just ask Mr. and Mrs. Quack. They know. Certainly the world never looked darker for any one than it did for them when the - terrible gun of a hunter broke Mr. Quack's wing on the Big River and ended + terrible gun of a hunter broke Mr. Quack’s wing on the Big River and ended all their dreams of a home in the far Northland. Then, through the help of Jerry Muskrat, they found the lonely pond of Paddy the Beaver deep in the Green Forest, and there, because their secret had been well kept, presently they found peace and hope and then happiness. You see, the heart of Mrs. Quack was true and brave and strong. She was the kind to make the - best of things, and she at once decided that if they couldn't have their + best of things, and she at once decided that if they couldn’t have their home where they wanted it, they would have it where they could have it. She was determined that they should have a home anyway, and Paddy the - Beaver's little pond was not such a bad place after all. + Beaver’s little pond was not such a bad place after all. </p> <p> So she wasted no time. She examined every inch of the shore of that little @@ -2136,13 +2060,13 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger it. </p> <p> - Unknown to them, Farmer Brown's boy discovered where they were. Later he + Unknown to them, Farmer Brown’s boy discovered where they were. Later he came often to the pond and was content to sit quietly on the shore and watch Mr. Quack, so that Mr. Quack grew quite used to him and did not fear him at all. In fact, after the first few times, he made no attempt to - hide. You see he discovered that Farmer Brown's boy was a friend. Always + hide. You see he discovered that Farmer Brown’s boy was a friend. Always after he had left, there was something good to eat near where he had been - sitting, for Farmer Brown's boy brought corn and oats and sometimes a + sitting, for Farmer Brown’s boy brought corn and oats and sometimes a handful of wheat. </p> <p> @@ -2152,410 +2076,25 @@ HTML file produced by David Widger Mrs. Quack was kept, for not even Paddy the Beaver knew just where that nest was, and in due time, early one morning, Mrs. Quack proudly led forth for their first swim ten downy, funny ducklings. - </p> - <p> - {Illustration with caption: Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. - Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver.} - </p> - <p> Oh, those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver, and in their joy they quite forgot for a time the terrible journey which had brought them there. But finally the Ducklings grew up, and when Jack Frost came in the fall, the whole family started on the long journey to the sunny Southland. I hope they got there safely, - don't you? + don’t you? </p> + <figure id="i_06"> + <img class="illowp75" src="images/i_06.jpg" alt=""> + <figcaption>Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver.</figcaption> + </figure> <p> Among those whom Mr. and Mrs. Quack came to know very well while they lived in the pond of Paddy the Beaver was that funny fellow who wears rings on his tail—Bobby Coon. In the next book I will tell you of - some of Bobby's adventures. + some of Bobby’s adventures. </p> - <h3> - THE END - </h3> - <div style="height: 6em;"> - <br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /> - </div> - - - - - - - -<pre> - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack, by -Thornton W. Burgess - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. 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Burgess - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere at no cost and with -almost no restrictions whatsoever. You may copy it, give it away or -re-use it under the terms of the Project Gutenberg License included -with this eBook or online at www.gutenberg.org - - -Title: The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack - -Author: Thornton W. Burgess - - -Release Date: June, 2004 [EBook #5846] -This file was first posted on September 11, 2002 -Last Updated: April 24, 2013 - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: ASCII - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. QUACK *** - - - - -Produced by Juliet Sutherland, Charles Franks and the -Online Distributed Proofreading Team - - - - - - - - -THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. QUACK - -The Bedtime Story-Books - -By Thornton W. Burgess - - -Author of "Old Mother West Wind," "The Bedtime Story-Books," etc. - - - - - -CONTENTS - - - I. Peter Rabbit Becomes Acquainted with Mrs. Quack - II. Mrs. Quack is Distrustful - III. Mrs. Quack Tells About Her Home - IV. Mrs. Quack Continues Her Story - V. Peter Learns More of Mrs. Quack's Troubles - VI. Farmer Brown's Boy Visits the Smiling Pool - VII. Mrs. Quack Returns - VIII. Mrs. Quack Has a Good Meal and a Rest - IX. Peter Rabbit Makes an Early Call - X. How Mr. and Mrs. Quack Started North - XI. The Terrible, Terrible Guns - XII. What Did Happen to Mr. Quack - XIII. Peter Tells About Mrs. Quack - XIV. Sammy Jay's Plan to Help Mrs. Quack - XV. The Hunt for Mr. Quack - XVI. Sammy Jay Sees Something Green - XVII. Mr. Quack Is Found at Last - XVIII.Sammy Jay Sends Mrs. Quack to the Swamp - XIX. Jerry Muskrat's Great Idea - XX. Happy Days for Mr. and Mrs. Quack - - - -LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS - -"Marshes must be something like swamps," ventured Peter Rabbit -Frontispiece - -Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool - -"Some folks call him Alligator and some just 'Gator'" - -"Just tuck that fact away in that empty head of yours and never -say can't" - -"Yes," said he in a low voice, "I am Mr. Quack" - -Those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond -of Paddy the Beaver - - - - -I - -PETER RABBIT BECOMES ACQUAINTED WITH MRS. QUACK - - -Make a new acquaintance every time you can; You'll find it -interesting and a very helpful plan. - -It means more knowledge. You cannot meet any one without learning -something from him if you keep your ears open and your eyes open. -Every one is at least a little different from every one else, and -the more people you know, the more you may learn. Peter Rabbit -knows this, and that is one reason he always is so eager to find out -about other people. He had left Jimmy Skunk and Bobby Coon in the -Green Forest and had headed for the Smiling Pool to see if Grandfather -Frog was awake yet. He had no idea of meeting a stranger there, and -so you can imagine just how surprised he was when he got in sight -of the Smiling Pool to see some one whom he never had seen before -swimming about there. He knew right away who it was. He knew that -it was Mrs. Quack the Duck, because he had often heard about her. And -then, too, it was very clear from her looks that she was a cousin -of the ducks he had seen in Farmer Brown's dooryard. The difference -was that while they were big and white and stupid-looking, Mrs. -Quack was smaller, brown, very trim, and looked anything but stupid. - -Peter was so surprised to see her in the Smiling Pool that he almost -forgot to be polite. I am afraid he stared in a very impolite way -as he hurried to the edge of the bank. "I suppose," said Peter, -"that you are Mrs. Quack, but I never expected to see you unless I -should go over to the Big River, and that is a place I never have -visited and hardly expect to because it is too far from the dear -Old Briar-patch. You are Mrs. Quack, aren't you?" - -"Yes," replied Mrs. Quack, "and you must be Peter Rabbit. I've heard -of you very often." All the time Mrs. Quack was swimming back and -forth and in little circles in the most uneasy way. - -"I hope you've heard nothing but good of me," replied Peter. - -Mrs. Quack stopped her uneasy swimming for a minute and almost -smiled as she looked at Peter, "The worst I have heard is that you -are very curious about other people's affairs," said she. - -Peter looked a wee, wee bit foolish, and then he laughed right out. -"I guess that is true enough," said he. "I like to learn all I can, -and how can I learn without being curious? I'm curious right now. -I'm wondering what brings you to the Smiling Pool when you never -have been here before. It is the last place in the world I ever -expected to find you." - -"That's why I'm here," replied Mrs. Quack. "I hope others feel the -same way. I came here because I just HAD to find some place where -people wouldn't expect to find me and so wouldn't come looking for -me. Little Joe Otter saw me yesterday on the Big River and told me -of this place, and so, because I just had to go somewhere, I came -here." - -Peter's eyes opened very wide with surprise. "Why," he exclaimed, -"I should think you would be perfectly safe on the Big River! I -don't see how any harm can possibly come to you out there." - -The words were no sooner out of Peter's mouth than a faint bang -sounded from way off towards the Big River. Mrs. Quack gave a great -start and half lifted her wings as if to fly. But she thought better -of it, and then Peter saw that she was trembling all over. - -"Did you hear that?" she asked in a faint voice. - -Peter nodded. "That was a gun, a terrible gun, but it was a long -way from here," said he. - -"It was over on the Big River," said Mrs. Quack. "That's why it -isn't safe for me over there. That's why I just had to find some -other place. Oh, dear, the very sound of a gun sets me to shaking -and makes my heart feel as if it would stop beating. Are you sure -I am perfectly safe here?" - -"Perfectly," spoke up Jerry Muskrat, who had been listening from -the top of the Big Rock, where he was lunching on a clam, "unless -you are not smart enough to keep out of the clutches of Reddy Fox -or Old Man Coyote or Hooty the Owl or Redtail the Hawk." - -"I'm not afraid of THEM," declared Mrs. Quack. "It's those two-legged -creatures with terrible guns I'm afraid of," and she began to swim -about more uneasily than ever. - - - - -II - -MRS. QUACK IS DISTRUSTFUL - - -Jerry Muskrat thinks there is no place in the world like the Smiling -Pool. So, for the matter of that, does Grandfather Frog and also -Spotty the Turtle. You see, they have spent their lives there and -know little about the rest of the Great World. When Mrs. Quack -explained that all she feared was that a two-legged creature with -a terrible gun might find her there, Jerry Muskrat hastened to tell -her that she had nothing to worry about on that account. - -"No one hunts here now that Farmer Brown's boy has put away his -terrible gun," explained Jerry. "There was a time when he used to -hunt here and set traps, which are worse than terrible guns, but -that was long ago, before he knew any better." - -"Who is Farmer Brown's boy?" demanded Mrs. Quack, looking more -anxious than ever. "Is he one of those two-legged creatures?" - -"Yes," said Peter Rabbit, who had been listening with all his ears, -"but he is the best friend we Quaddies have got. He is such a good -friend that he ought to be a Quaddy himself. Why, this last winter -he fed some of us when food was scarce, and he saved Mrs. Grouse -when she was caught in a snare, which you know is a kind of trap. -He won't let any harm come to you here, Mrs. Quack." - -"I wouldn't trust him, not for one single little minute," declared -Mrs. Quack. "I wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures, -not ONE. You say he fed some of you last winter, but that doesn't -mean anything good. Do you know what I've known these two-legged -creatures to do?" - -"What?" demanded Peter and Jerry together. - -"I've known them to scatter food where we Ducks would be sure to -find it and to take the greatest care that nothing should frighten -us while we were eating. And then, after we had got in the habit -of feeding in that particular place and had grown to feel perfectly -safe there, they have hidden close by until a lot of us were feeding -together and then fired their terrible guns and killed a lot of -my friends and dreadfully hurt a lot more. I wouldn't trust one of -them, not ONE!" - -"Oh, how dreadful!" cried Peter, looking quite as shocked as he felt. -Then he added eagerly, "But our Farmer Brown's boy wouldn't do anything -like that. You haven't the least thing to fear from him." - -"Perhaps not," said Mrs. Quack, shaking her head doubtfully, "but -I wouldn't trust him. I wouldn't trust him as far off as I could -see him. The Smiling Pool is a very nice place, although it is -dreadfully small, but if Farmer Brown's boy is likely to come over -here, I guess I better look for some other place, though goodness -knows where I will find one where I will feel perfectly safe." - -"You are safe right here, if you have sense enough to stay here," -declared Jerry Muskrat rather testily. "Don't you suppose Peter -and I know what we are talking about?" - -"I wish I could believe so," returned Mrs. Quack sadly, "but if -you had been through what I've been through, and suffered what I've -suffered, you wouldn't believe any place safe, and you certainly -wouldn't trust one of those two-legged creatures. Why, for weeks -they haven't given me a chance to get a square meal, and--and--I -don't know what has become of Mr. Quack, and I'm all alone!" There -was a little sob in her voice and tears in her eyes. - -"Tell us all about it," begged Peter. "Perhaps we can help you." - - - - -III - -MRS. QUACK TELLS ABOUT HER HOME - - -"It's a long story," said Mrs. Quack, shaking the tears from her -eyes, "and I hardly know where to begin." - -"Begin at the beginning," said Jerry Muskrat. "Your home is somewhere -way up in the Northland where Honker the Goose lives, isn't it?" - -Mrs. Quack nodded. "I wish I were there this very minute," she -replied, the tears coming again. "But sometimes I doubt if ever -I'll get there again. You folks who don't have to leave your homes -every year don't know how well off you are or how much you have to -be thankful for." - -"I never could understand what people want to leave their homes -for, anyway," declared Peter. - -"We don't leave because we want to, but because we HAVE to," replied -Mrs. Quack, "and we go back just as soon as we can. What would you -do if you couldn't find a single thing to eat?" - -"I guess I'd starve," replied Peter simply. - -"I guess you would, and that is just what we would do, if we didn't -take the long journey south when Jack Frost freezes everything -tight up there where my home is," returned Mrs. Quack. "He comes -earlier up there and stays twice as long as he does here, and -makes ten times as much ice and snow. We get most of our food in -the water or in the mud under the water, as of course you know, -and when the water is frozen, there isn't a scrap of anything we -can get to eat. We just HAVE to come south. It isn't because we -want to, but because we must! There is nothing else for us to do." - -"Then I don't see what you want to make your home in such a place -for," said practical Peter. "I should think you would make it where -you can live all the year around." - -"I was born up there, and I love it just as you love the dear Old -Briar-patch," replied Mrs. Quack simply. "It is home, and there -is no place like home. Besides, it is a very beautiful and a very -wonderful place in summer. There is everything that Ducks and Geese -love. We have all we want of the food we love best. Everywhere is -shallow water with tall grass growing in it." - -"Huh!" interrupted Peter, "I wouldn't think much of a place like -that." - -"That's because you don't know what is good," snapped Jerry -Muskrat. "It would suit me," he added, with shining eyes. - -"There are the dearest little islands just made for safe nesting-places," -continued Mrs. Quack, without heeding the interruptions. "And the -days are long, and it is easy to hide, and there is nothing to -fear, for two-legged creatures with terrible guns never come there." - -"If there is nothing to fear, why do you care about places to hide?" -demanded Peter. - -"Well, of course, we have enemies, just as you do here, but they -are natural enemies,--Foxes and Minks and Hawks and Owls," explained -Mrs. Quack. "Of course, we have to watch out for them and have -places where we can hide from them, but it is our wits against their -wits, and it is our own fault if we get caught. That is perfectly -fair, so we don't mind that. It is only men who are not fair. They -don't know what fairness is." - -Peter nodded that he understood, and Mrs. Quack went on. "Last -summer Mr. Quack and I had our nest on the dearest little island, -and no one found it. First we had twelve eggs, and then twelve of -the dearest babies you ever saw." - -"Maybe," said Peter doubtfully, thinking of his own babies. - -"They grew so fast that by the time the cold weather came, they -were as big as their father and mother," continued Mrs. Quack. -"And they were smart, too. They had learned how to take care of -themselves just as well as I could. I certainly was proud of that -family. But now I don't know where one of them is." - -Mrs. Quack suddenly choked up with grief, and Peter Rabbit politely -turned his head away. - - - - -IV - -MRS. QUACK CONTINUES HER STORY - - -When Mrs. Quack told of her twelve children and how she didn't know -where one of them was, Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew just -how badly she was feeling, and they turned their heads away and -pretended that they didn't see her tears. In a few minutes she -bravely went on with her story. - -"When Jack Frost came and we knew it was time to begin the long -journey, Mr. Quack and myself and our twelve children joined -with some other Duck families, and with Mr. Quack in the lead, we -started for our winter home, which really isn't a home but just a -place to stay. For a while we had nothing much to fear. We would -fly by day and at night rest in some quiet lake or pond or on some -river, with the Great Woods all about us or sometimes great marshes. -Perhaps you don't know what marshes are. If the Green Meadows here -had little streams of water running every which way through them, -and the ground was all soft and muddy and full of water, and the -grass grew tall, they would be marshes." - -Jerry Muskrat's eyes sparkled. "I would like a place like that!" -he exclaimed. - -"You certainly would," replied Mrs. Quack. "We always find lots of -your relatives in such places." - -"Marshes must be something like swamps," ventured Peter Rabbit, -who had been thinking the matter over. - -"Very much the same, only with grass and rushes in place of trees -and bushes," replied Mrs. Quack. "There is plenty to eat and the -loveliest hiding-places. In some of these we stayed days at a time. -In fact, we stayed until Jack Frost came to drive us out. Then as -we flew, we began to see the homes of these terrible two-legged -creatures called men, and from that time on we never knew a minute -of peace, excepting when we were flying high in the air or far out -over the water. If we could have just kept flying all the time or -never had to go near the shore, we would have been all right. But -we had to eat." - -"Of course," said Peter. "Everybody has to eat." - -"And we had to rest," said Mrs. Quack. - -"Certainly," said Peter. "Everybody has to do that." - -"And to eat we had to go in close to shore where the water was -not at all deep, because it is only in such places that we can get -food," continued Mrs. Quack. "It takes a lot of strength to fly -as we fly, and strength requires plenty of food. Mr. Quack knew all -the best feeding-places, for he had made the long journey several -times, so every day he would lead the way to one of these. He always -chose the wildest and most lonely looking places he could find, as -far as possible from the homes of men, but even then he was never -careless. He would lead us around back and forth over the place -he had chosen, and we would all look with all our might for signs -of danger. If we saw none, we would drop down a little nearer and -a little nearer. But with all our watchfulness, we never could be -sure, absolutely sure, that all was safe. Sometimes those terrible -two-legged creatures would be hiding in the very middle of the -wildest, most lonely looking marshes. They would be covered with -grass so that we couldn't see them. Then, as we flew over them, -would come the bang, bang, bang, bang of terrible guns, and always -some of our flock would drop. We would have to leave them behind, -for we knew if we wanted to live we must get beyond the reach of -those terrible guns. So we would fly our hardest. It was awful, -just simply awful!" - -Mrs. Quack paused and shuddered, and Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat -shuddered in sympathy. - -"Sometimes we would have to try three or four feeding-places before -we found one where there were no terrible guns. And when we did -find one, we would be so tired and frightened that we couldn't -enjoy our food, and we didn't dare to sleep without some one on -watch all the time. It was like that every day. The farther we got, -the worse it became. Our flock grew smaller and smaller. Those who -escaped the terrible guns would be so frightened that they would -forget to follow their leader and would fly in different directions -and later perhaps join other flocks. So it was that when at last we -reached the place in the sunny Southland for which we had started, -Mr. Quack and I were alone. What became of our twelve children I -don't know. I am afraid the terrible guns killed some. I hope some -joined other flocks and escaped, but I don't know." - -"I hope they did too," said Peter. - - - - -V - -PETER LEARNS MORE OF MRS. QUACK'S TROUBLES - - -It often happens when we know The troubles that our friends -pass through, Our own seem very small indeed; You'll -always find that this is true. - -"My, you must have felt glad when you reached your winter home!" -exclaimed Peter Rabbit when Mrs. Quack finished the account of her -long, terrible journey from her summer home in the far Northland -to her winter home in the far Southland. - -"I did," replied Mrs. Quack, "but all the time I couldn't forget -those to whom terrible things had happened on the way down, and -then, too, I kept dreading the long journey back." - -"I don't see why you didn't stay right there. I would have," said -Peter, nodding his head with an air of great wisdom. - -"Not if you were I," replied Mrs. Quack. "In the first place it -isn't a proper place in which to bring up young Ducks and make them -strong and healthy. In the second place there are more dangers down -there for young Ducks than up in the far Northland. In the third -place there isn't room for all the Ducks to nest properly. And -lastly there is a great longing for our real home, which Old Mother -Nature has put in our hearts and which just MAKES us go. We couldn't -be happy if we didn't." - -"Is the journey back as bad as the journey down?" asked Peter. - -"Worse, very much worse," replied Mrs. Quack sadly. "You can see -for yourself just how bad it is, for here I am all alone." Tears -filled Mrs. Quack's eyes. "It is almost too terrible to talk about," -she continued after a minute. "You see, for one thing, food isn't -as plentiful as it is in the fall, and we just have to go wherever -it is to be found. Those two-legged creatures know where those -feeding-grounds are just as well as we do, and they hide there with -their terrible guns just as they did when we were coming south. -But it is much worse now, very much worse. You see, when we were -going the other way, if we found them at one place we could go on -to another, but when we are going north we cannot always do that. -We cannot go any faster than Jack Frost does. Sometimes we are -driven out of a place by the bang, bang of the terrible guns and go -on, only to find that we have caught up with Jack Frost, and that -the ponds and the rivers are still covered with ice. Then there -is nothing to do but to turn back to where those terrible guns are -waiting for us. We just HAVE to do it." - -Mrs. Quack stopped and shivered. "It seems to me I have heard nothing -but the noise of those terrible guns ever since we started," said -she. "I haven't had a good square meal for days and days, nor a -good rest. That is what makes me so dreadfully nervous. Sometimes, -when we had been driven from place to place until we had caught up -with Jack Frost, there would be nothing but ice excepting in small -places in a river where the water runs too swiftly to freeze. We -would just have to drop into one of these to rest a little, because -we had flown so far that our wings ached as if they would drop -off. Then just as we would think we were safe for a little while, -there would come the bang of a terrible gun. Then we would have -to fly again as long as we could, and finally come back to the same -place because there was no other place where we could go. Then we -would have to do it all over again until night came. Sometimes I -think that those men with terrible guns must hate us and want to -kill every one of us. If they didn't, they would have a little bit -of pity. They simply haven't any hearts at all." - -"It does seem so," agreed Peter. "But wait until you know Farmer -Brown's boy! HE'S got a heart!" he added brightly. - -"I don't want to know him," retorted Mrs. Quack. "If he comes near -here, you'll see me leave in a hurry. I wouldn't trust one of them, -not one minute. You don't think he will come, do you?" - -Peter sat up and looked across the Green Meadows, and his heart -sank. "He's coming now, but I'm sure he won't hurt you, Mrs. Quack," -said he. - -But Mrs. Quack wouldn't wait to see. With a hasty promise to come -back when the way was clear, she jumped into the air and on swift -wings disappeared towards the Big River. - - - - -VI - -FARMER BROWN'S BOY VISITS THE SMILING POOL - - -Farmer Brown's boy had heard Welcome Robin singing in the Old -Orchard quite as soon as Peter Rabbit had, and that song of "Cheer -up! Cheer up! Cheer up! Cheer!" had awakened quite as much gladness -in his heart as it had in Peter's heart. It meant that Mistress -Spring really had arrived, and that over in the Green Forest and -down on the Green Meadows there would soon be shy blue, and just -as shy white violets to look for, and other flowers almost if not -quite as sweet and lovely. It meant that his feathered friends would -soon be busy house-hunting and building. It meant that his little -friends in fur would also be doing something very similar, if -they had not already done so. It meant that soon there would be a -million lovely things to see and a million joyous sounds to hear. - -So the sound of Welcome Robin's voice made the heart of Farmer Brown's -boy even more happy than it was before, and as Welcome Robin just -HAD to sing, so Farmer Brown's boy just HAD to whistle. When his -work was finished, it seemed to Farmer Brown's boy that something -was calling him, calling him to get out on the Green Meadows or over -in the Green Forest and share in the happiness of all the little -people there. So presently he decided that he would go down to the -Smiling Pool to find out how Jerry Muskrat was, and if Grandfather -Frog was awake yet, and if the sweet singers of the Smiling Pool -had begun their wonderful spring chorus. - -Down the Crooked Little Path cross the Green Meadows he tramped, -and as he drew near the Smiling Pool, he stopped whistling lest -the sound should frighten some of the little people there. He was -still some distance from the Smiling Pool when out of it sprang a -big bird and on swift, whistling wings flew away in the direction -of the Big River. Farmer Brown's boy stopped and watched until the -bird had disappeared, and on his face was a look of great surprise. - -"As I live, that was a Duck!" he exclaimed. "That is the first time -I've ever known a wild Duck to be in the Smiling Pool. I wonder -what under the sun could have brought her over here." - -Just then there was a distant bang in the direction of the Big River. -Farmer Brown's boy scowled, and it made his face very angry-looking. -"That's it," he muttered. "Hunters are shooting the Ducks on their -way north and have driven the poor things to look for any little -mudhole where they can get a little rest. Probably that Duck has -been shot at so many times on the Big River that she felt safer -over here in the Smiling Pool, little as it is." - -Farmer Brown's boy had guessed exactly right, as you and I know, and -as Peter Rabbit and Jerry Muskrat knew. "It's a shame, a downright -shame that any one should want to shoot birds on their way to their -nesting-grounds and that the law should let them if they do want -to. Some people haven't any hearts; they're all stomachs. I hope -that fellow who shot just now over there on the Big River didn't -hit anything, and I wish that gun of his might have kicked a little -sense of what is right and fair into his head, but of course it -didn't." - -He grinned at the idea, and then he continued his way towards the -Smiling Pool. He hoped he might find another Duck there, and he -approached the Smiling Pool very, very carefully. - -But when he reached a point where he could see all over the Smiling -Pool, there was no one to be seen save Jerry Muskrat sitting on -the Big Rock and Peter Rabbit on the bank on the other side. Farmer -Brown's boy smiled when he saw them. "Hello, Jerry Muskrat!" said -he. "I wonder how a bite of carrot would taste to you." He felt -in his pocket and brought out a couple of carrots. One he put on -a little tussock in the water where he knew Jerry would find it. -The other he tossed across the Smiling Pool where he felt sure Peter -would find it. Presently he noticed two or three feathers on the -water close to the edge of the bank. Mrs. Quack had left them there. -"I believe that was a Mallard Duck," said he, as he studied them. -"I know what I'll do. I'll go straight back home and get some wheat -and corn and put it here on the edge of the Smiling Pool. Perhaps -she will come back and find it." - -And this is just what Farmer Brown's boy did. - - - - -VII - -MRS. QUACK RETURNS - - -Peter Rabbit just couldn't go back to the dear Old Briar-patch. -He just HAD to know if Mrs. Quack would come back to the Smiling -Pool. He had seen Farmer Brown's boy come there a second time and -scatter wheat and corn among the brown stalks of last summer's -rushes, and he had guessed why Farmer Brown's boy had done this. -He had guessed that they had been put there especially for Mrs. -Quack, and if she should come back as she had promised to do, he -wanted to be on hand when she found those good things to eat and -hear what she would say. - -So Peter stayed over near the Smiling Pool and hoped with all his -might that Reddy Fox or Old Man Coyote would not take it into his -head to come hunting over there. As luck would have it, neither of -them did, and Peter had a very pleasant time gossiping with Jerry -Muskrat, listening to the sweet voices of unseen singers in the -Smiling Pool,--the Hylas, which some people call peepers,--and -eating the carrot which Farmer Brown's boy had left for him. - -Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was just getting ready to go to bed -behind the Purple Hills when Mrs. Quack returned. The first Peter -knew of her coming was the whistle of her wings as she passed over -him. Several times she circled around, high over the Smiling Pool, -and Peter simply stared in open-mouthed admiration at the speed -with which she flew. It didn't seem possible that one so big could -move through the air so fast. Twice she set her wings and seemed -to just slide down almost to the surface of the Smiling Pool, only -to start her stout wings in motion once more and circle around again. -It was very clear that she was terribly nervous and suspicious. The -third time she landed in the water with a splash and sat perfectly -still with her head stretched up, looking and listening with all -her might. - -"It's all right. There's nothing to be afraid of," said Jerry -Muskrat. - -"Are you sure?" asked Mrs. Quack anxiously. "I've been fooled too -often by men with their terrible guns to ever feel absolutely sure -that one isn't hiding and waiting to shoot me." As she spoke she -swam about nervously. "Peter Rabbit and I have been here ever since -you left, and I guess we ought to know," replied Jerry Muskrat -rather shortly. "There hasn't been anybody near here excepting -Farmer Brown's boy, and we told you he wouldn't hurt you." - -"He brought us each a carrot," Peter Rabbit broke in eagerly. - -"Just the same, I wouldn't trust him," replied Mrs. Quack. "Where -is he now?" - -"He left ever so long ago, and he won't be back to-night," declared -Peter confidently. - -"I hope not," said Mrs. Quack, with a sigh. "Did you hear the bang -of that terrible gun just after I left here?" - -"Yes," replied Jerry Muskrat. "Was it fired at you?" - -Mrs. Quack nodded and held up one wing. Peter and Jerry could see -that one of the long feathers was missing. "I thought I was flying -high enough to be safe," said she, "but when I reached the Big -River there was a bang from the bushes on the bank, and something -cut that feather out of my wing, and I felt a sharp pain in my side. -It made me feel quite ill for a while, and the place is very sore -now, but I guess I'm lucky that it was no worse. It is very hard -work to know just how far those terrible guns can throw things at -you. Next time I will fly higher." - -"Where have you been since you left us?" asked Peter. - -"Eight in the middle of the Big River," replied Mrs. Quack. "It -was the only safe place. I didn't dare go near either shore, and -I'm nearly starved. I haven't had a mouthful to eat to-day." - -Peter opened his mouth to tell her of the wheat and corn left by -Farmer Brown's boy and then closed it again. He would let her find -it for herself. If he told her about it, she might suspect a trick -and refuse to go near the place. He never had seen any one so -suspicious, not even Old Man Coyote. But he couldn't blame her, -after all she had been through. So he kept still and waited. He -was learning, was Peter Rabbit. He was learning a great deal about -Mrs. Quack. - - - - -VIII - -MRS. QUACK HAS A GOOD MEAL AND A REST - - -There's nothing like a stomach full To make the heart feel -light; To chase away the clouds of care And make the -world seem bright. - -That's a fact. A full stomach makes the whole world seem different, -brighter, better, and more worth living in. It is the hardest kind -of hard work to be cheerful and see only the bright side of things -when your stomach is empty. But once fill that empty stomach, and -everything is changed. It was just that way with Mrs. Quack. For -days at a time she hadn't had a full stomach because of the hunters -with their terrible guns, and when just before dark that night she -returned to the Smiling Pool, her stomach was quite empty. - -"I don't suppose I'll find much to eat here, but a little in peace -and safety is better than a feast with worry and danger," said she, -swimming over to the brown, broken-down bulrushes on one side of -the Smiling Pool and appearing to stand on her head as she plunged -it under water and searched in the mud on the bottom for food. -Peter Rabbit looked over at Jerry Muskrat sitting on the Big Rock, -and Jerry winked. In a minute up bobbed the head of Mrs. Quack, -and there was both a pleased and a worried look on her face. She -had found some of the corn left there by Farmer Brown's boy. At once -she swam out to the middle of the Smiling Pool, looking suspiciously -this way and that way. - -"There is corn over there," said she. "Do you know how it came -there?" - -"I saw Farmer Brown's boy throwing something over there," replied -Peter. "Didn't we tell you that he would be good to you?" - -"Quack, quack, quack! I've seen that kind of kindness too often to -be fooled by it," snapped Mrs. Quack. "He probably saw me leave in -a hurry and put this corn here, hoping that I would come back and -find it and make up my mind to stay here a while. He thinks that -if I do, he'll have a chance to hide near enough to shoot me. I -didn't believe this could be a safe place for me, and now I know -it. I'll stay here to-night, but to-morrow I'll try to find some -other place. Oh, dear, it's dreadful not to have any place at all -to feel safe in." There were tears in her eyes. - -Peter thought of the dear Old Briar-patch and how safe he always felt -there, and he felt a great pity for poor Mrs. Quack, who couldn't -feel safe anywhere. And then right away he grew indignant that she -should be so distrustful of Farmer Brown's boy, though if he had -stopped to think, he would have remembered that once he was just -as distrustful. - -"I should think," said Peter with a great deal of dignity, "that -you might at least believe what Jerry Muskrat and I, who live here -all the time, tell you. We ought to know Farmer Brown's boy if any -one does, and we tell you that he won't harm a feather of you." - -"He won't get the chance!" snapped Mrs. Quack. - -Jerry Muskrat sniffed in disgust. "I don't doubt you have suffered -a lot from men with terrible guns," said he, "but you don't suppose -Peter and I have lived as long as we have without learning a little, -do you? I wouldn't trust many of those two-legged creatures myself, -but Farmer Brown's boy is different. If all of them were like him, -we wouldn't have a thing to fear from them. He has a heart. Yes, -indeed, he has a heart. Now you take my advice and eat whatever he -has put there for you, be thankful, and stop worrying. Peter and -I will keep watch and warn you if there is any danger." - -I don't know as even this would have overcome Mrs. Quack's fears -if it hadn't been for the taste of that good corn in her mouth, and -her empty stomach. She couldn't, she just couldn't resist these, -and presently she was back among the rushes, hunting out the corn -and wheat as fast as ever she could. When at last she could eat no -more, she felt so comfortable that somehow the Smiling Pool didn't -seem such a dangerous place after all, and she quite forgot Farmer -Brown's boy. She found a snug hiding-place among the rushes too -far out from the bank for Reddy Fox to surprise her, and then with -a sleepy "Good night" to Jerry and Peter, she tucked her head under -her wing and soon was fast asleep. - -Peter Rabbit tiptoed away, and then he hurried lipperty-lipperty-lip -to the dear Old Briar-patch to tell Mrs. Peter all about Mrs. Quack. - - - - -IX - -PETER RABBIT MAKES AN EARLY CALL - - -Peter Rabbit was so full of interest in Mrs. Quack and her troubles -that he was back at the Smiling Pool before Mr. Sun had kicked off -his rosy blankets and begun his daily climb up in the blue, blue -sky. You see, he felt that he had heard only a part of Mrs. Quack's -story, and he was dreadfully afraid that she would get away before -he could hear the rest. With the first bit of daylight, Mrs. Quack -swam out from her hiding-place among the brown rushes. It looked -to Peter as if she sat up on the end of her tail as she stretched -her neck and wings just as far as she could, and he wanted to laugh -right out. Then she quickly ducked her head under water two or -three times so that the water rolled down over her back, and again -Peter wanted to laugh. But he didn't. He kept perfectly still. Mrs. -Quack shook herself and then began to carefully dress her feathers. -That is, she carefully put back in place every feather that had -been rumpled up. She took a great deal of time for this, for Mrs. -Quack is very neat and tidy and takes the greatest pride in looking -as fine as she can. - -Of course it was very impolite of Peter to watch her make her -toilet, but he didn't think of that. He didn't mean to be impolite. -And then it was so interesting. "Huh!" said he to himself, "I don't -see what any one wants to waste so much time on their clothes for." - -You know Peter doesn't waste any time on his clothes. In fact, -he doesn't seem to care a bit how he looks. He hasn't learned yet -that it always pays to be as neat and clean as possible and that -you must think well of yourself if you want others to think well -of you. - -When at last Mrs. Quack had taken a final shower bath and appeared -satisfied that she was looking her best, Peter opened his mouth to -ask her the questions he was so full of, but closed it again as he -remembered people are usually better natured when their stomachs -are full, and Mrs. Quack had not yet breakfasted. So he waited as -patiently as he could, which wasn't patiently at all. At last Mrs. -Quack finished her breakfast, and then she had to make her toilet -all over again. Finally Peter hopped to the edge of the bank where -she would see him. - -"Good morning, Mrs. Quack," said he very politely. "I hope you had -a good rest and are feeling very well this morning." - -"Thank you," replied Mrs. Quack. "I'm feeling as well as could be -expected. In fact, I'm feeling better than I have felt for some -time in spite of the sore place made by that terrible gun yesterday. -You see, I have had a good rest and two square meals, and these -are things I haven't had since goodness knows when. This is a very -nice place. Let me see, what is it you call it?" - -"The Smiling Pool," said Peter. - -"That's a good name for it," returned Mrs. Quack. "If only I could -be sure that none of those hunters would find me here, and if only -Mr. Quack were here, I would be content to stay a while." At the -mention of Mr. Quack, the eyes of Mrs. Quack suddenly filled with -tears. Peter felt tears of sympathy in his own eyes. - -"Where is Mr. Quack?" he asked. - -"I don't know," sobbed Mrs. Quack. "I wish I did. I haven't seen -him since one of those terrible guns was fired at us over on the -Big River yesterday morning a little while before Little Joe Otter -told me about the Smiling Pool. Ever since we started for our home -in the far North, I have been fearing that something of this kind -might happen. I ought to be on my way there now, but what is the -use without Mr. Quack? Without him, I would be all alone up there -and wouldn't have any home." - -"Won't you tell me all that has happened since you started on your -long journey?" asked Peter. "Perhaps some of us can help you." - -"I'm afraid you can't," replied Mrs. Quack sadly, "but I'll tell -you all about it so that you may know just how thankful you ought -to feel that you do not have to suffer what some of us do." - - - - -X - -HOW MR. AND MRS. QUACK STARTED NORTH - - -Peter Rabbit was eager to help Mrs. Quack in her trouble, though -he hadn't the least idea how he could help and neither had she. How -any one who dislikes water as Peter does could help one who lives -on the water all the time was more than either one of them could -see. And yet without knowing it, Peter WAS helping Mrs. Quack. -He was giving her his sympathy, and sympathy often helps others -a great deal more than we even guess. It sometimes is a very good -plan to tell your troubles to some one who will listen with sympathy. -It was so with Mrs. Quack. She had kept her troubles locked in -her own heart so long that it did her good to pour them all out to -Peter. - -"Mr. Quack and I spent a very comfortable winter way down in -the sunny Southland," said she with a far-away look. "It was very -warm and nice down there, and there were a great many other Ducks -spending the winter with us. The place where we were was far from -the homes of men, and it was only once in a long while that we had -to watch out for terrible guns. Of course, we had to have our wits -with us all the time, because there are Hawks and Owls and Minks -down there just as there are up here, but any Duck who can't keep -out of their way deserves to furnish one of them a dinner. - -"Then there was another fellow we had to watch out for, a queer -fellow whom we never see anywhere but down there. It was never safe -to swim too near an old log floating in the water or lying on the -bank, because it might suddenly open a great mouth and swallow one -of us whole." - -"What's that?" Peter Rabbit leaned forward and stared at Mrs. Quack -with his eyes popping right out. "What's that?" he repeated. "How -can an old log have a mouth?" - -Mrs. Quack just had to smile, Peter was so in earnest and looked -so astonished. - -"Of course," said she, "no really truly log has a mouth or is alive, -but this queer fellow I was speaking of looks so much like an old -log floating in the water unless you look at him very sharply, -that many a heedless young Duck has discovered the difference when -it was too late. Then, too, he will swim under water and come up -underneath and seize you without any warning. He has the biggest -mouth I've ever seen, with terrible-looking teeth, and could swallow -me whole." - -[Illustration with caption: "Some folks call him Alligator and some -just 'Gator."] - -By this time Peter's eyes looked as if they would fall out of his -head. "What is his name?" whispered Peter. - -"It's Old Ally the 'Gator," replied Mrs. Quack. "Some folks call -him Alligator and some just 'Gator, but we call him Old Ally. He's a -very interesting old fellow. Some time perhaps I'll tell you more -about him. Mr. Quack and I kept out of his reach, you may be sure. -We lived quietly and tried to get in as good condition as possible -for the long journey back to our home in the North. When it was -time to start, a lot of us got together, just as we did when we came -down from the North, only this time the young Ducks felt themselves -quite grown up. In fact, before we started there was a great deal -of love-making, and each one chose a mate. That was a very happy -time, a very happy time indeed, but it was a sad time too for us -older Ducks, because we knew what dreadful things were likely to -happen on the long journey. It is hard enough to lose father or -mother or brother or sister, but it is worse to lose a dear mate." - -Mrs. Quack's eyes suddenly filled with tears again. "Oh, dear," -she sobbed, "I wish I knew what became of Mr. Quack." - -Peter said nothing, but looked the sympathy he felt. Presently Mrs. -Quack went on with her story. "We had a splendid big flock when we -started, made up wholly of pairs, each pair dreaming of the home -they would build when they reached the far North. Mr. Quack was -the leader as usual, and I flew right behind him. We hadn't gone -far before we began to hear the terrible guns, and the farther we -went, the worse they got. Mr. Quack led us to the safest feeding -and resting grounds he knew of, and for a time our flock escaped -the terrible guns. But the farther we went, the more guns there -were." Mrs. Quack paused and Peter waited. - - - - -XI - -THE TERRIBLE, TERRIBLE GUNS - - -"Bang! Bang! Bang! Not a feather spare! Kill! Kill! Kill! -Wound and rip and tear!" - -That is what the terrible guns roar from morning to night at Mrs. -Quack and her friends as they fly on their long journey to their -home in the far North. I don't wonder that she was terribly uneasy -and nervous as she sat in the Smiling Pool talking to Peter Rabbit; -do you? - -"Yes," said she, continuing her story of her long journey from the -sunny Southland where she had spent the winter, "the farther we -got, the more there were of those terrible guns. It grew so bad -that as well as Mr. Quack knew the places where we could find food, -and no Duck that ever flew knew them better, he couldn't find one -where we could feel perfectly sure that we were safe. The very -safest-looking places sometimes were the most dangerous. If you saw -a lot of Rabbits playing together on the Green Meadows, you would -feel perfectly safe in joining them, wouldn't you?" - -Peter nodded. "I certainly would," said he. "If it was safe for -them it certainly would be safe for me." - -"Well, that is just the way we felt when we saw a lot of Ducks -swimming about on the edge of one of those feeding-places. We were -tired, for we had flown a long distance, and we were hungry. It -was still and peaceful there and not a thing to be seen that looked -the least bit like danger. So we went straight in to join those -Ducks, and then, just as we set our wings to drop down on the water -among them, there was a terrible bang, bang, bang, bang! My heart -almost stopped beating. Then how we did fly! When we were far -out over the water where we could see that nothing was near us we -stopped to rest, and there we found only half as many in our flock -as there had been." - -"Where were the others?" asked Peter, although he guessed. - -"Killed or hurt by those terrible guns," replied Mrs. Quack sadly. -"And that wasn't the worst of it. I told you that when we started -each of us had a mate. Now we found that of those who had escaped, -four had lost their mates. They were heartbroken. When it came -time for us to move on, they wouldn't go. They said that if they -did reach the nesting-place in the far North, they couldn't have -nests or eggs or young because they had no mates, so what was the -use? Besides, they hoped that if they waited around they might find -their mates. They thought they might not have been killed, but just -hurt, and might be able to get away from those hunters. So they -left us and swam back towards that terrible place, calling for their -lost mates, and it was the saddest sound. I know now just how they -felt, for I have lost Mr. Quack, and that's why I'm here." Mrs. -Quack drew a wing across her eyes to wipe away the tears. - -"But what happened to those Ducks that were swimming about there -and made you think it was safe?" asked Peter, with a puzzled look -on his face. - -"Nothing," replied Mrs. Quack. "They had been fastened out there -in the water by the hunters so as to make us think it safe, and the -terrible guns were fired at us and not at them. The hunters were -hidden under grass, and that is why we didn't see them." - -Peter blinked his eyes rapidly as if he were having hard work to -believe what he had been told. "Why," said he at last, "I never -heard of anything so dreadfully unfair in all my life! Do you mean -to tell me that those hunters actually made other Ducks lead you -into danger?" - -"That's just what I mean," returned Mrs. Quack. "Those two-legged -creatures don't know what fairness is. Why, some of them have -learned our language and actually call us in where they can shoot -us. Just think of that! They tell us in our own language that there -is plenty to eat and all is safe, so that we will think that other -Ducks are hidden and feeding there, and then when we go to join -them, we are shot at! You ought to be mighty thankful, Peter Rabbit, -that you are not a Duck." - -"I am," replied Peter. He knew that not one of the meadow and forest -people who were always trying to catch him would do a thing like -that. - -"It's all true," said Mrs. Quack, "and those hunters do other things -just as unfair. Sometimes awful storms will come up, and we just -have to find places where we can rest. Those hunters will hide -near those places and shoot at us when we are so tired that we can -hardly move a wing. It wouldn't be so bad if a hunter would be -satisfied to kill just one Duck, just as Reddy Fox is, but he seems -to want to kill EVERY Duck. Foxes and Hawks and Owls catch a good -many young Ducks, just as they do young Rabbits, but you know how -we feel about that. They only hunt when they are hungry, and they -hunt fairly. When, they have got enough to make a dinner, they stop. -They keep our wits sharp. If we do not keep out of their way, it -is our own fault. It is a kind of game--the game of life. I guess -it is Old Mother Nature's way of keeping us wide-awake and sharpening -our wits, and so making us better fitted to live. - -"With these two-legged creatures with terrible guns, it is all -different. We don't have any chance at all. If they hunted us as -Reddy Fox does, tried to catch us themselves, it would be different. -But their terrible guns kill when we are a long way off, and there -isn't any way for us to know of the danger. And then, when one of -them does kill a Duck, he isn't satisfied, but keeps on killing -and killing and killing. I'm sure one would make him a dinner, if -that is what he wants. - -"And they often simply break the wings or otherwise terribly hurt -the ones they shoot at, and then leave them to suffer, unable -to take care of themselves. Oh, dear, I'm afraid that is what has -happened to Mr. Quack." - -Once more poor Mrs. Quack was quite overcome with her troubles and -sorrows. Peter wished with all his heart that he could do something -to comfort her, but of course he couldn't, so he just sat still and -waited until she could tell him just what did happen to Mr. Quack. - - - - -XII - -WHAT DID HAPPEN TO MR. QUACK - - -"When did you last see Mr. Quack?" asked Jerry Muskrat, who had -been listening while Mrs. Quack told Peter Rabbit about her terrible -journey. - -"Early yesterday morning," replied Mrs. Quack, the tears once more -filling her eyes. "We had reached the Big River over there, just -six of us out of the big flock that had started from the sunny -Southland. How we got as far as that I don't know. But we did, and -neither Mr. Quack nor I had lost a feather from those terrible guns -that had banged at us all the way up and that had killed so many -of our friends. - -"We were flying up the Big River, and everything seemed perfectly -safe. We were in a hurry, and when we came to a bend in the Big -River, we flew quite close to shore, so as not to have to go way -out and around. That was where Mr. Quack made a mistake. Even the -smartest people will make mistakes sometimes, you know." - -Peter Rabbit nodded, "I know," said he. "I've made them myself." -And then he wondered why Jerry Muskrat laughed right out. - -"Yes," continued Mrs. Quack, "that is where Mr. Quack made a mistake, -a great mistake. I suppose that because not a single gun had been -fired at us that morning he thought perhaps there were no hunters -on the Big River. So to save time he led us close to shore. And -then it happened. There was a bang, bang of a terrible gun, and -down fell Mr. Quack just as we had seen so many fall before. It was -awful. There was Mr. Quack flying in front of me on swift, strong -wings, and there never was a swifter, stronger flier or a handsomer -Duck than Mr. Quack, and then all in the wink of an eye he was -tumbling helplessly down, down to the water below, and I was flying -on alone, for the other Ducks turned off, and I don't know what -became of them. I couldn't stop to see what became of Mr. Quack, -because if I had, that terrible gun would have killed me. So I kept -on a little way and then turned and went back, only I kept out in -the middle of the Big River. I dropped down on the water and swam -about, calling and calling, but I didn't get any answer, and so I -don't know what has become of Mr. Quack. I am afraid he was killed, -and if he was, I wish I had been killed myself." - -Here Mrs. Quack choked up so that she couldn't say another word. -Peter's own eyes were full of tears as he tried to comfort her. -"Perhaps," said he, "Mr. Quack wasn't killed and is hiding somewhere -along the Big River. I don't know why I feel so, but I feel sure -that he wasn't killed, and that you will find him yet." - -"That's why I've waited instead of going on," replied Mrs. Quack -between sobs, "though it wouldn't have been of any use to go on -without my dear mate. I'm going back to the Big River now to look -for him. The trouble is, I don't dare go near the shore, and if he -is alive, he probably is hiding somewhere among the rushes along the -banks. I think I'll be going along now, but I'll be back to-night -if nothing happens to me. You folks who can always stay at home -have a great deal to be thankful for." - -"It's lucky for me that Mrs. Peter wasn't here to hear her say -that," said Peter, as he and Jerry Muskrat watched Mrs. Quack fly -swiftly towards the Big River. "Mrs. Peter is forever worrying and -scolding because I don't stay in the dear Old Briar-patch. If she -had heard Mrs. Quack say that, I never would have heard the last -of it. I wish there was something we could do for Mrs. Quack. I'm -going back to the dear Old Briar-patch to think it over, and I guess -the sooner I start the better, for that looks to me like Reddy Fox -over there, and he's headed this way." - -So off for home started Peter, lipperty-lipperty-lip, as fast as -he could go, and all the way there he was turning over in his mind -what Mrs. Quack had told him and trying to think of some way to -help her. - - - - -XIII - -PETER TELLS ABOUT MRS. QUACK - - -To get things done, if you'll but try, You'll always find there -is a way. What you yourself can't do alone The chances -are another may. - -When Peter Rabbit was once more safely back in the dear Old Briar-patch, -he told Mrs. Peter all about poor Mrs. Quack and her troubles. Then -for a long, long time he sat in a brown study. A brown study, you -know, is sitting perfectly still and thinking very hard. That was -what Peter did. He sat so still that if you had happened along, -you probably would have thought him asleep. But he wasn't asleep. -No, indeed! He was just thinking and thinking. He was trying to -think of some way to help Mrs. Quack. At last he gave a little sigh -of disappointment. - -[Illustration with caption: "Just tuck that fact away in that empty -head of yours and never say can't."] - -"It can't be done," said he. "There isn't any way." - -"What can't be done?" demanded a voice right over his head. - -Peter looked up. There sat Sammy Jay. Peter had been thinking so -hard that he hadn't seen Sammy arrive. - -"What can't be done?" repeated Sammy. "There isn't anything that -can't be done. There are plenty of things that you can't do, but -what you can't do some one else can. Just tuck that fact away in -that empty head of yours and never say can't." You know Sammy dearly -loves to tease Peter. - -Peter made a good-natured face at Sammy. "Which means, I suppose, -that what I can't do you can. You always did have a pretty good -opinion of yourself, Sammy," said he. - -"Nothing of the kind," retorted Sammy. "I simply mean that nobody -can do everything, and that very often two heads are better than -one. It struck me that you had something on your mind, and I thought -I might be able to help you get rid of it. But of course, if you -don't want my help, supposing I could and would give it to you, -that is an end of the matter, and I guess I'll be on my way. The -Old Briar-patch is rather a dull place anyway." - -Peter started to make a sharp retort, but thought better of it. -Instead he replied mildly: "I was just trying to think of some way -to help poor Mrs. Quack." - -"Help Mrs. Quack!" exclaimed Sammy in surprise. "Where under the -sun did you get acquainted with Mrs. Quack? What's the matter with -her? She always has looked to me quite able to help herself." - -"Well, she isn't. That is, she needs others to help her just now," -replied Peter, "and I've been most thinking my head off trying to -find a way to help her." Then he told Sammy how he had met Mrs. -Quack at the Smiling Pool and how terrible her long journey up from -the sunny Southland had been, and how Mr. Quack had been shot by -a hunter with a terrible gun, and how poor Mrs. Quack was quite -heartbroken, and how she had gone over to the Big River to look -for him but didn't dare go near the places where he might be hiding -if he were still alive and hurt so that he couldn't fly, and how -cruel and terribly unfair were the men with terrible guns, and all -the other things he had learned from Mrs. Quack. - -Sammy listened with his head cocked on one side, and for once he -didn't interrupt Peter or try to tease him or make fun of him. In -fact, as Peter looked up at him, he could see that Sammy was very -serious and thoughtful, and that the more he heard of Mrs. Quack's -story the more thoughtful he looked. When Peter finished, Sammy -flew down a little nearer to Peter. - -"I beg your pardon for saying your head is empty, Peter," said he. -"Your heart is right, anyway. Of course, there isn't anything you -can do to help Mrs. Quack, but as I told you in the beginning, -what you can't do others can. Now I don't say that I can help Mrs. -Quack, but I can try. I believe I'll do a little thinking myself." - -So Sammy Jay in his turn went into a brown study, and Peter watched -him anxiously and a little hopefully. - - - - -XIV - -SAMMY JAY'S PLAN TO HELP MRS. QUACK - - -Sammy Jay sat on the lowest branch of a little tree in the dear -Old Briar-patch just over Peter Rabbit's head, thinking as hard -as ever he could. Peter watched him and wondered if Sammy would -be able to think of any plan for helping poor Mrs. Quack. He hoped -so. He himself had thought and thought until he felt as if his -brains were all mixed up and he couldn't think any more. So he -watched Sammy and waited and hoped. - -Presently Sammy flirted his wings in a way which Peter knew meant -that he had made up his mind. "Did I understand you to say that -Mrs. Quack said that if Mr. Quack is alive, he probably is hiding -among the rushes along the banks of the Big River?" he asked. - -Peter nodded. - -"And that she said that she doesn't dare go near the banks because -of fear of the terrible guns?" - -Again Peter nodded. - -"Well, if that's the case, what is the matter with some of us who -are not afraid of the terrible guns looking for Mr. Quack?" said -Sammy. "I will, for one, and I'm quite sure that my cousin, Blacky -the Crow, will, for another. He surely will if he thinks it will -spoil the plans of any hunters. Blacky would go a long distance to -do that. He hates terrible guns and the men who use them. And he -knows all about them. He has very sharp eyes, has Blacky, and he -knows when a man has got a gun and when he hasn't. More than that, -he can tell better than any one I know of just how near he can -safely go to one of those terrible guns. He is smart, my cousin -Blacky is, and if he will help me look for Mr. Quack, we'll find -him if he is alive." - -"That will be splendid!" cried Peter, clapping his hands. "But -aren't you afraid of those terrible guns, Sammy?" - -"Not when the hunters are trying for Ducks," replied Sammy. "If -there is a Duck anywhere in sight, they won't shoot at poor little -me or even at Blacky, though they would shoot at him any other time. -You see, they know that shooting at us would frighten the Ducks. -Blacky knows all about the Big River. In the winter he often gets -considerable of his food along its banks. I've been over there a -number of times, but I don't know so much about it as he does. Now -here is my plan. I'll go find Blacky and tell him all about what -we want to do for Mrs. Quack. Then, when Mrs. Quack comes back -to the Smiling Pool, if she hasn't found Mr. Quack, we'll tell her -what we are going to do and what she must do. She must swim right -up the Big River, keeping out in the middle where she will be safe. -If there are any hunters hiding along the bank, they will see her, -and then they won't shoot at Blacky or me because they will keep -hoping that Mrs. Quack will swim in near enough for them to shoot -her. Blacky will fly along over one bank of the Big River, and I -will do the same over the other bank, keeping as nearly opposite -Mrs. Quack as we can. Being up in the air that way and looking -down, we will be able to see the hunters and also Mr. Quack, if -he is hiding among the rushes. Are you quite sure that Mrs. Quack -will come back to the Smiling Pool to-night?" - -"She said she would," replied Peter. "Last night she came just a -little while before dark, and I think she will do the same thing -to-night, to see if any more corn has been left for her. You know -Farmer Brown's boy put some there yesterday, and it tasted so good -to her that I don't believe she will be able to stay away, even if -she wants to. I think your plan is perfectly splendid, Sammy Jay. -I do hope Blacky the Crow will help." - -"He will. Don't worry about that," replied Sammy. "Hello! There -goes Farmer Brown's boy over to the Smiling Pool now." - -"Then there will be some more corn for Mrs. Quack. I just know -it!" cried Peter. "He is going to see if Mrs. Quack is there, and -I just know he has his pockets full of corn." - -"I wouldn't mind a little of it myself," said Sammy. "Well, I must -go along to hunt up Blacky. Good-by, Peter." - -"Good-by and good luck," replied Peter. "I've always said you are not -half such a bad fellow as you try to make folks think you are, Sammy -Jay." - -"Thanks," said Sammy, and started for the Green Forest to look for -his cousin, Blacky the Crow. - - - - -XV - -THE HUNT FOR MR. QUACK - - -In spite of her hopelessness in regard to Mr. Quack, there is no -doubt that Mrs. Quack felt better that night after she had eaten -the corn left among the rushes of the Smiling Pool by Farmer Brown's -boy. Now she had that very comfortable feeling that goes with a -full stomach, she could think better. As the Black Shadows crept -across the Smiling Pool, she turned over in her mind Sammy Jay's -plan for helping her the next day. The more she thought about it, -the better it seemed, and she began to feel a little ashamed that -she had not appeared more grateful to Sammy when he told her. At -the time she had been tired and hungry and discouraged. Now she -was beginning to feel rested, and she was no longer hungry. These -things made all the difference in the world. As she thought over -Sammy's plan, she began to feel a little hope, and when at last -she put her head under her wing to go to sleep, she had made up -her mind that the plan was worth trying, and that she would do her -part. - -Bright and early the next morning, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow -were in the Big Hickory-tree near the Smiling Pool ready to start -for the Big River to hunt for Mr. Quack. Peter Rabbit had been so -afraid that he would miss something that he had stayed near the -Smiling Pool all night, so he was on hand to see the start. - -It had been agreed that Mrs. Quack was to go to a certain place on -the Big River and then swim up as far as she thought it would be -of any use. She was to stay in the middle of the river, where she -would be quite safe from hunters with terrible guns, and where also -these same hunters would be sure to see her and so not be tempted -to shoot at Blacky the Crow if he happened to fly over them. You -see, they would hope that Mrs. Quack would swim in near enough to -be shot and so would not risk frightening her by shooting at Blacky. - -When Mrs. Quack had finished her breakfast, she started for the -Big River, and her stout wings moved so swiftly that they made a -whistling sound. Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow followed her, but -though they flew as fast as they could, Mrs. Quack had reached -the Big River before they had gone half the way. When they did get -there, they saw Mrs. Quack out in the middle, swimming about and -watching for them. Blacky flew across the river and pretended to -be hunting for food along the farther bank, just as every hunter -knows he often does. Sammy Jay did the same thing on the other -bank. - -Mrs. Quack swam slowly up the Big River, keeping in the middle, -and Blacky and Sammy followed along up the two banks, all the time -using their sharp eyes for all they were worth to find Mr. Quack -hiding among the broken-down rushes or under the bushes in the -water, for the Big River had overflowed its banks, and in some -places bushes and trees were in the water. - -Now Sammy Jay dearly loves to hunt for things. Whenever he knows -that one of his neighbors in the Green Forest has hidden something, -he likes to hunt for it. It isn't so much that he wants what has -been hidden, as it is that he wants to feel he is smart enough to -find it. When he does find it, he usually steals it, I'm sorry to -say. But it is the fun of hunting that Sammy enjoys most. So now -Sammy thoroughly enjoyed hunting for Mr. Quack. He peered into every -likely hiding-place and became so interested that he quite forgot -about the hunters who might be waiting along the bank. - -So it happened that he didn't see a boat drawn in among the bushes -until he was right over it. Sitting in it was a man with a terrible -gun, very intently watching Mrs. Quack out in the middle of the -Big River. Sammy was so startled that before he thought he opened -his mouth and screamed "Thief! thief! thief!" at the top of his -lungs, and flew away with all his might. Mrs. Quack heard his scream -and understood just what it meant. - -A little later Blacky the Crow discovered another hunter hiding -behind the bushes on his side. "Caw! caw! caw!" shouted Blacky, -flying out over the water far enough to be safe from that terrible -gun he could see. - -"Quack! quack!" replied Mrs. Quack, which meant that she understood. -And so the hunt went on without a sign of poor Mr. Quack. - - - - -XVI - -SAMMY JAY SEES SOMETHING GREEN - - -For all their peeking and peering among the broken-down rushes and -under the bushes along the banks of the Big River, and no sharper -eyes ever peeked and peered, Sammy Jay and Blacky the Crow had -found no sign of the missing Mr. Quack. - -"I guess Mrs. Quack was right and that Mr. Quack was killed when -he was shot," muttered Sammy to himself. "Probably one of those -hunters had him for dinner long ago. Hello! There's another hunter -up where the Laughing Brook joins the Big River! I guess I won't -take any chances. I'd like to find Mr. Quack, but Sammy Jay is a -lot more important to me than Mr. Quack, and that fellow just might -happen to take it into his head to shoot at me." - -So Sammy silently flew around back of the hunter and stopped in a -tree where he could watch all that the man did. For some time Sammy -sat there watching. The hunter was sitting behind a sort of fence -of bushes which quite hid him from any one who might happen to be -out on the Big River. But of course Sammy could see him perfectly, -because he was behind him. Out in front of that little fence, which -was on the very edge of the water, were a number of what Sammy -at first took to be some of Mrs. Quack's relatives. "Why doesn't -he shoot them?" thought Sammy. He puzzled over this as he watched -them until suddenly it came into his head that he hadn't seen one -of them move since he began watching them. The man changed his -position, and still those Ducks didn't move, although some of them -were so near that they simply couldn't have helped knowing when the -hunter moved unless they were more stupid than any one of Sammy's -acquaintance. - -This was very curious, very curious indeed. Sammy flew a little -nearer and then a little nearer, taking the greatest care not to -make a sound. Pretty soon he was so near that he could see those -Ducks very plainly, and he stared with all his might. He couldn't -see any feathers! No, Sir, he couldn't see any feathers! Then he -understood. - -"Huh!" said he to himself. "Those are not Ducks at all. They are -just pieces of wood made to look like Ducks. Now I wonder what they -are for." - -In a few minutes he found out. He saw the hunter crouch down a -little lower and look down the Big River. Sammy looked too. He saw -a flock of real Ducks flying swiftly just above the middle of the -Big River. Suddenly the leader turned straight towards the place -where the hunter was hiding, and the others followed him. He could -hear Mrs. Quack calling excitedly out in the middle of the Big -River, but the strangers did not heed her. They had their eyes on -those wooden Ducks and were coming straight in to join them. - -"They think they are real Ducks and so this place is perfectly -safe!" thought Sammy. He saw the hunter make ready to shoot with his -terrible gun and then, without stopping to think what might happen -to him, he opened his mouth and screamed at the top of his voice. -He saw the Ducks suddenly swing out towards the middle of the Big -River and knew that they had heard his warning. He saw the hunter -suddenly rise and point his gun at the flying Ducks. He heard the -bang, bang of the terrible gun, but not one of the flock was hit. The -distance was too great. Sammy chuckled happily. Then he remembered -that he himself was within easy reach of that terrible gun, and -probably the hunter was very angry. In great fright Sammy turned -and flew, dodging behind trees and every second expecting to hear -again the roar of that terrible gun. - -But he didn't, and so when he thought he was safe, he stopped. Now -in flying away from the hunter he had followed the Laughing Brook -where it winds through a sort of swamp before it joins the Big -River. Because there was more water than could be kept between the -banks of the Big River, it had crept over the banks, and all the -trees of the swamp were standing in water. Just beyond where Sammy -was sitting was a pile of brush in the water. A Jolly Little Sunbeam, -dancing down through the tree tops, touched something under the -edge of the brush, and Sammy's sharp eyes caught a flash of green. -Idly he watched it, and presently it moved. Instantly Sammy was -all curiosity. He flew over where he could see better. - -"Now what can that be?" thought Sammy, as he peered down at the -pile of brush and tried to see under it. - - - - -XVII - -MR. QUACK IS FOUND AT LAST - - -Sammy Jay's eyes sparkled as he watched that spot of green under the -pile of brush in the swamp through which the Laughing Brook finds -its way to join the Big River. All around was water, for you know -it was spring, and the melting snows on the hills way up where the -Big River has its beginning were pouring more water into the Big -River than its banks would hold as it hurried down to the Great -Ocean. It just couldn't hurry fast enough to take all that water -down as fast as it ran into the Big River, and so the water had -crept over the banks in places. It had done this right here in the -little swamp where Sammy was. - -Sammy sat perfectly still, for he learned long ago that only by -keeping perfectly still may one see all that is to be seen. That -green spot had moved. He was sure of that. And if it moved, it -must be something alive. If it were alive, it must be somebody, -and Sammy wanted to know who it was. Try as he would he couldn't -remember any one who wore such glossy green as that. So he sat -perfectly still, for he knew that if whoever was hiding under that -brush should even guess that he was being watched, he would not -come out. - -So, his eyes sparkling with excitement, Sammy watched. He was -impatiently patient. Did you know that it is possible to be impatiently -patient? Well, it is. Sammy was just boiling with impatience inside, -but he didn't let that impatience spoil the patience of his waiting. -He sat there just as still as still, with his eyes fixed on that -green spot, and you would never have guessed that he was fairly -bursting with impatience to know who it was he was watching. That -is what is called self-control. It means the power to make yourself -do a certain thing, no matter how much you may want to do something -else. It is a splendid thing to have, is self-control. - -After what seemed to Sammy a very long time, the green spot moved -again. Little by little something reached out from under the pile -of brush. It was a head, a very beautiful green head, and it was -exactly like Mrs. Quack's head, only hers was a sober brown instead -of green. Sammy choked back a little gasp of surprise as a sudden -thought popped into his head. Could this be the lost Mr. Quack? -He had forgotten that probably Mr. Quack dressed differently from -Mrs. Quack, and so of course he had been looking for some one all -in brown. There was the bang of a gun somewhere over on the Big -River, and the green head was hastily withdrawn under the bush, but -not before Sammy had seen a look of terrible fear in his eyes. "I -believe it IS Mr. Quack!" thought Sammy. "If it is, I'll have the -best news ever to tell Mrs. Quack. Just trust Sammy Jay to find -anything he goes looking for." - -This was just plain boasting, and Sammy knew it. But Sammy always -does have a good opinion of himself. It is one of his faults. He -quite lost sight of the fact that it was entirely by accident that -he had come over to this swamp. Now that he had guessed who this -might be, he was less impatient. He waited as still as you please, -and at last the green head was slowly stretched out again, and -Sammy could see that the neck was green, too, and that around the -neck was a white collar. Sammy could keep still no longer. - -[Illustration with caption: "Yes," said he in a low voice, "I am -Mr. Quack."] - -"Are you Mr. Quack?" he asked eagerly. - -The beautiful head disappeared like a flash. Sammy waited a minute -or two, before he repeated his question, adding: "You needn't be -afraid. There isn't anybody here but me, and I'm your friend. I -just want to know if you are Mr. Quack because I've been looking -for you for Mrs. Quack. Are you?" - -Slowly, looking this way and that way with fear and suspicion in -his eyes, a handsome Duck came out from under the pile of brush. -"Yes," said he in a low voice, "I am Mr. Quack. Where is Mrs. -Quack?" - -"Safe and sound over on the Big River," replied Sammy joyfully. -"Oh, I'm so glad I've found you!" - - - - -XVIII - -SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP - - -When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the swamp over by the bank of the -Big River, he flew straight back to the Smiling Pool. At first he -thought of flying out over the Big River and screaming the news to -Mrs. Quack, who, you know, was swimming about out there. But he -knew that if he did, she would very likely fly right over where Mr. -Quack was, and that wouldn't do at all. No, indeed, that wouldn't -do at all. One of the hunters would be sure to see her. So Sammy -wisely flew back to the Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should -come back there for the night. - -Of course he told Peter Rabbit all about Mr. Quack, and Peter was -so delighted at the thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered -about in quite the craziest way. "Does Mrs. Quack know yet?" asked -Peter. - -Sammy shook his head. "I'm going to tell her when she comes back -here to-night," he explained. "I was afraid if I told her before -then she would fly straight to him and perhaps get them both in -trouble." - -"Quite right, Sammy! Quite right!" Peter exclaimed. "I wouldn't -have thought of that. My, won't she be happy when you do tell her! -I wonder what she'll say and what she'll do. I'm going to stay right -here so as to see her when she hears the good news. Here comes your -cousin, Blacky the Crow. Does he know yet?" - -"No," replied Sammy, "but I'm going to tell him as soon as he gets -here." They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as soon -as he was within hearing Sammy shouted the news. "Caw, caw, caw," -replied Blacky, hurrying a little faster. - -As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree, Sammy told the whole -story over again, and Blacky was quite as glad as the others. While -they waited for Mrs. Quack he told how he had hunted and hunted -along the farther bank of the Big River and how he had seen the -hunters with their terrible guns hiding and had warned Mrs. Quack -just where each one was. - -Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was getting ready to go to bed behind -the Purple Hills and the Black Shadows were beginning to creep out -over the Green Meadows before Mrs. Quack came. In fact, Sammy Jay -and Blacky were getting very uneasy. It was almost bed-time for -them, for neither of them dared stay out after dark. They had almost -made up their minds to leave Peter to tell the news when they saw -Mrs. Quack coming swiftly from the direction of the Big River. She -looked so sad and discouraged that even Blacky the Crow was sorry -for her, and you know Blacky isn't much given to such feelings. - -"What's the news, Mrs. Quack?" asked Peter, his eyes dancing. - -"There isn't any," replied Mrs. Quack. - -"Oh, yes, there is!" cried Sammy Jay, who couldn't possibly keep -still any longer. - -"What is it?" demanded Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter -that there was a wee bit of hope in her voice. - -"Did you happen to notice that just before the Laughing Brook joins -the Big River it flows through a little swamp?" asked Sammy. - -Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly. "What of it?" she demanded. - -"Nothing much, only if I were you I would go down there after dark," -replied Sammy. - -Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply. "Why should I go down there?" -she asked. - -"If I tell you, will you wait until I get quite through?" asked -Sammy in his turn. - -Mrs. Quack promised that she would. - -"Well, then," replied Sammy, "this afternoon I found a stranger -hiding in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and neck -and a white collar." - -"Mr. Quack! Oh, it was Mr. Quack!" cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and -lifted her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once. - -"Stop!" cried Sammy sharply. "You said you would wait until I am -through. It won't do for you to go there until after dark, because -there is a hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack's hiding-place. -Wait until it is dark and he has gone home. Then take my advice, -and when you have found Mr. Quack, bring him right up here to the -Smiling Pool. He can't fly, but he can swim up the Laughing Brook, -and this is the safest place for both of you. Now good night and -good luck." - - - - -XIX - -JERRY MUSKRAT'S GREAT IDEA - - -A friendly friend is a friend indeed When he proves a friend -in the time of need. - -Mr. and Mrs. Quack had been so much taken up with each other and -with their troubles that they had quite forgotten they were not -alone in the Smiling Pool, which they had reached by swimming up -the Laughing Brook. So it happened that when Mrs. Quack suggested -that if Mr. Quack's wing got strong they might be able to find -a lonesome pond not too far away where they could make their home -for the summer, they were a little startled to hear a voice say: -"I know where there is one, and you will not have to fly at all to -get to it." Both jumped a little. You see their nerves had been -very much upset for a long time, and the least unexpected thing -made them jump. Then both laughed. - -"Hello, Jerry Muskrat! We'd forgotten all about you," said Mrs. -Quack. "What was that you said?" - -Jerry good-naturedly repeated what he had said. Mrs. Quack's face -brightened. "Do you really mean it?" she asked eagerly. "Do you -really mean that you know of a pond where we could live and not be -likely to be seen by these two-legged creatures called men?" - -"That's what I said," replied Jerry briefly. - -"Oh, Jerry, you're not joking, are you? Tell me you're not joking," -begged Mrs. Quack. - -"Of course I'm not joking," returned Jerry just a little bit -indignantly, "I am not the kind of a fellow to joke people who are -in such trouble as you and Mr. Quack seem to be in. The idea came -to me while you were talking. I couldn't help overhearing what you -were saying, and the minute you mentioned a lonesome pond, the idea -came to me, and I think it's a perfectly splendid idea. I know of -just the lonesomest kind of a lonesome pond, and you won't have to -fly a stroke to get to it. If you are smart enough not to be caught -by Reddy Fox or Hooty the Owl or Billy Mink or any of those people -who hunt for a living, there isn't any reason I know of why you -shouldn't spend the summer there in peace and comfort." - -Mrs. Quack's eyes fairly shone with hope and eagerness. "Oh, Jerry, -tell us where it is, and we'll start for it right away!" she cried. - -Jerry's eyes twinkled. "Of course, the owner of that pond might -not like to have neighbors. I hadn't thought of that," said he. -"Perhaps he ought to be asked first." - -Mrs. Quack's face fell. "Who is the owner?" she asked. - -"My cousin, Paddy the Beaver. He made it," replied Jerry proudly. - -Mrs. Quack's face lighted up again at once. "I'm sure he won't -object," said she. "We know a great many of the Beaver family. In -fact, they are very good neighbors of ours in our home in the far -Northland. I didn't suppose there was a Beaver pond anywhere around -here. Tell me where it is, Jerry, and I'll go right up there and -call on your cousin." - -"All you've got to do is to follow the Laughing Brook way back -into the Green Forest, and you'll come to Paddy's pond," said he. -"He made that pond himself two years ago. He came down from the Great -Woods and built a dam across the Laughing Brook way back there in -the Green Forest and gave us a great scare here in the Smiling Pool -by cutting off the water for a few days. He has got a very nice -pond there now. Honker the Goose and his flock spent a night in it -on their way south last fall." - -Mrs. Quack waited to hear no more. She shot up into the air and -disappeared over the tops of the trees in the Green Forest. - -"What do you think of my idea?" asked Jerry, as he and Mr. Quack -watched her out of sight. - -"I think it is great, just simply great," replied Mr. Quack. - - - - -XX - -HAPPY DAYS FOR MR. AND MRS. QUACK - - -Whose heart is true and brave and strong, Who ne'er gives up -to grim despair, Will find some day that skies are blue And -all the world is bright and fair. - -If you don't believe it, just ask Mr. and Mrs. Quack. They know. -Certainly the world never looked darker for any one than it did -for them when the terrible gun of a hunter broke Mr. Quack's wing -on the Big River and ended all their dreams of a home in the far -Northland. Then, through the help of Jerry Muskrat, they found -the lonely pond of Paddy the Beaver deep in the Green Forest, and -there, because their secret had been well kept, presently they -found peace and hope and then happiness. You see, the heart of Mrs. -Quack was true and brave and strong. She was the kind to make the -best of things, and she at once decided that if they couldn't have -their home where they wanted it, they would have it where they could -have it. She was determined that they should have a home anyway, -and Paddy the Beaver's little pond was not such a bad place after -all. - -So she wasted no time. She examined every inch of the shore of that -little pond. At last, a little back from the water, she found a -place to suit her, a place so well hidden by bushes that only the -sharpest eyes ever would find it. And a little later it would be -still harder to find, as she well knew, for all about clumps of -tall ferns were springing up, and when they had fully unfolded, not -even the keen eyes of Sammy Jay looking down from a near-by tree -would be able to discover her secret. There she made a nest on the -ground, a nest of dried grass and leaves, and lined it with the -softest and most beautiful of linings, down plucked from her own -breast. In it she laid ten eggs. Then came long weeks of patient -sitting on them, watching the wonder of growing things about her, -the bursting into bloom of shy wood flowers, the unfolding of leaves -on bush and tree, the springing up in a night of queer mushrooms, -which people call toadstools, and all the time dreaming beautiful -Duck dreams of the babies which would one day hatch from those -precious eggs. She never left them save to get a little food and -just enough exercise to keep her well and strong, and when she did -leave them, she always carefully pulled soft down over them to keep -them warm while she was away. - -Mr. Quack knew all about that nest, though he had taken no part -in building it and had no share in the care of those eggs. He was -very willing that she should do all the work and thought it quite -sufficient that he should be on guard to give warning if danger -should appear. So he spent the long beautiful days lazily swimming -about in the little pond, gossiping with Paddy the Beaver, and -taking the best of care of himself. The broken wing healed and grew -strong again, for it had not been so badly broken, after all. If -he missed the company of others of his kind which he would have -had during these long days of waiting had they been able to reach -their usual nesting-place in the far Northland, he never mentioned -it. - -Unknown to them, Farmer Brown's boy discovered where they were. -Later he came often to the pond and was content to sit quietly -on the shore and watch Mr. Quack, so that Mr. Quack grew quite -used to him and did not fear him at all. In fact, after the first -few times, he made no attempt to hide. You see he discovered that -Farmer Brown's boy was a friend. Always after he had left, there -was something good to eat near where he had been sitting, for Farmer -Brown's boy brought corn and oats and sometimes a handful of wheat. - -He knew, and Mr. Quack knew that he knew, that somewhere near was -a nest, but he did not try to find it much as he longed to, for he -knew that would frighten and worry Mrs. Quack. So the dear, precious -secret of Mr. and Mrs. Quack was kept, for not even Paddy the Beaver -knew just where that nest was, and in due time, early one morning, -Mrs. Quack proudly led forth for their first swim ten downy, funny -ducklings. - -[Illustration with caption: Those were happy days indeed for Mr. -and Mrs. Quack in the pond of Paddy the Beaver.] - -Oh, those were happy days indeed for Mr. and Mrs. Quack in the pond -of Paddy the Beaver, and in their joy they quite forgot for a time -the terrible journey which had brought them there. But finally the -Ducklings grew up, and when Jack Frost came in the fall, the whole -family started on the long journey to the sunny Southland. I hope -they got there safely, don't you? - -Among those whom Mr. and Mrs. Quack came to know very well while -they lived in the pond of Paddy the Beaver was that funny fellow -who wears rings on his tail--Bobby Coon. In the next book I will -tell you of some of Bobby's adventures. - -THE END - - - - - - - -End of the Project Gutenberg EBook of The Adventures of Poor Mrs. Quack, by -Thornton W. Burgess - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE ADVENTURES OF POOR MRS. 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