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diff --git a/old/62020-0.txt b/old/62020-0.txt deleted file mode 100644 index 039c917..0000000 --- a/old/62020-0.txt +++ /dev/null @@ -1,3422 +0,0 @@ -The Project Gutenberg EBook of Lightfoot, the Leaping Goat, by Richard Barnum - -This eBook is for the use of anyone anywhere in the United States and most -other parts of the world 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. If you are not located in the United States, you'll have -to check the laws of the country where you are located before using this ebook. - -Title: Lightfoot, the Leaping Goat - His Many Adventures - -Author: Richard Barnum - -Illustrator: Walter S. Rogers - -Release Date: May 4, 2020 [EBook #62020] - -Language: English - -Character set encoding: UTF-8 - -*** START OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT *** - - - - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - - - - - - - - - -[Illustration: Up and down the block Mike drove Lightfoot, giving the -little boy and his nurse a fine ride.] - - - - - _Kneetime Animal Stories_ - - - LIGHTFOOT - THE LEAPING GOAT - - HIS MANY ADVENTURES - - - BY - RICHARD BARNUM - - Author of “Squinty, the Comical Pig,” “Tum - Tum, the Jolly Elephant,” “Don, a Runaway - Dog,” “Tinkle, the - Trick Pony,” etc. - - - _ILLUSTRATED BY - WALTER S. ROGERS_ - - - PUBLISHERS - BARSE & CO. - NEW YORK, N. Y. NEWARK, N. J. - - - - - Copyright 1917 - by - BARSE & CO. - - Light Foot, the Leaping Goat - - - _Printed in the United States of America_ - - - - -CONTENTS - - - CHAPTER PAGE - I LIGHTFOOT’S BIG LEAP 7 - II LIGHTFOOT IS HURT 19 - III LIGHTFOOT SAVES A GIRL 30 - IV LIGHTFOOT AND THE WAGON 36 - V LIGHTFOOT IN THE PARK 46 - VI LIGHTFOOT BUTTS A BOY 58 - VII LIGHTFOOT ON A BOAT 68 - VIII LIGHTFOOT ON A VOYAGE 77 - IX LIGHTFOOT GOES ASHORE 85 - X LIGHTFOOT IN THE WOODS 94 - XI LIGHTFOOT MEETS SLICKO 101 - XII LIGHTFOOT’S NEW HOME 110 - - - - -ILLUSTRATIONS - - - PAGE - - Up and down the block Mike drove Lightfoot, giving the little - boy and his nurse a fine ride _Frontispiece_ - - Lightfoot was falling down and down 21 - - Lightfoot, coming up to get some of the salt which he licked - from Mike’s hand, did not know what his master was saying 41 - - “I want to ride in this!” 65 - - Lightfoot ran close to this water, the boys racing after him 79 - - “That’s fine!” said Lightfoot. “I wish I could dance” 103 - - “Mother, Mother!” he cried. “Look! Look! It――it’s - Lightfoot――come back to us!” 117 - - - - -LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT - - - - -CHAPTER I - -LIGHTFOOT’S BIG LEAP - - -Lightfoot stamped his hoofs on the hard rocks, shook his horns, wiggled -the little bunch of whiskers that hung beneath his chin, and called to -another goat who was not far away: - -“I’m going up on the high rocks!” - -“Oh, you’d better not,” said Blackie. “If you go up there you may slip -and fall down here and hurt yourself, or some of the big goats may -chase you back.” - -“Well, if they do I’ll just jump down again,” went on Lightfoot, as he -stood on his hind legs. - -“You can’t jump that far,” said Blackie, looking up toward the high -rocks which were far above the heads of herself and Lightfoot. - -For Lightfoot and Blackie were two goats, and they lived with several -others on the rocky hillside at the edge of a big city. Lightfoot and -Blackie, with four other goats, were owned by the widow, Mrs. Malony. -She and her son Mike had a small shanty on the ground in the shadow of -the big rocks. The reason they kept most of the goats was for the milk -they gave. For some goats, like cows, can be milked, and many persons -like goats’ milk better than the cows’ kind, which the milkman brings -to your door every morning, or which is brought to the house from the -stable or the lot where the cows are milked if you live in the country. - -“You can never jump down that far if the big goats chase you away when -you get on top of the high rocks,” went on Blackie as she looked up. - -“Well, maybe I can’t do it all in _one_ jump,” Lightfoot said slowly, -“but I can come down in two or three if the big goats chase me away. -Anyhow, maybe they won’t chase me.” - -“Oh, yes, they will!” bleated Blackie in the animal talk which the -goats used among themselves. - -They could understand a little man talk, but not much. But they could -talk and think among themselves. - -“The big goats will never let you come up where they are,” went on -Blackie, who was called that because she was nearly all black. She -would give milk to the Widow Malony when she grew older. - -“Why won’t the big goats let me go up there?” asked Lightfoot. “I know -it is nicer up there than down here, for I have heard Grandfather -Bumper, the oldest of all us goats, tell how far he can see from the -top of the rocks. And nice sweet grass grows up there. I’d like some of -that. The grass here is nearly all dried up and gone.” - -Lightfoot saw, off to one side, a tomato can, and he hurried toward it. -Sometimes these cans had paper pasted on them, and the goats liked to -eat the paper. For it had a sweet taste, and the paste with which it -was fastened to the can was even sweeter. - -“That’s just the reason the big goats don’t want you to go up -where they are,” said Blackie, as Lightfoot came back, looking as -disappointed as a goat can look, for there was no paper on the can. -Some one had eaten it off. “The big goats want to save the sweet grass -on the high rocks for themselves. Some of the best milk-goats are -there, and they have to eat lots of grass to make milk.” - -“Well, I’m going up, anyhow,” said Lightfoot. “At least I’m going to -try. If they drive me back I’ll get down all right. I’m getting to be a -pretty good jumper. See!” - -He gave a little run, and leaped lightly over a big rock not far from -the shanty of the Widow Malony. - -“Oh, that was a fine jump!” exclaimed Blackie. “I’ll never be able to -jump as far as you. But I wouldn’t go up if I were you.” - -“Yes, I shall,” declared Lightfoot, as he shook his horns again and -started to climb the rocks. He was very fond of having his own way, was -Lightfoot. - -Lightfoot did not remember much about the time when he was a very -very small goat. He could dimly recall that he had once lived in a -green, grassy field with other goats, and then, one day, that he had -been taken for a long ride in a wagon. He went to a number of places, -finally reaching the home of the Widow Malony and her son Mike, who was -a tall, strong lad with a happy, laughing face, covered with freckles -and on his head was the reddest hair you ever saw. - -Lightfoot soon made himself at home among the other goats Mrs. Malony -kept. At first these goats said very little to him, but one day, when -he was but a small kid (as little goats are called) he surprised the -other animals among the rocks by giving a big jump to get away from a -dog that ran after him. - -“That goat will soon be a fine jumper,” said Grandpa Bumper, who was -called that because he could bump so hard with his horns and head -that all the other goats were afraid of him. “Yes, he’ll be a great -jumper,” went on the oldest goat of them all. “I think I shall name him -Lightfoot, for he comes down so lightly and so easily after he makes -his leap.” - -And so Lightfoot was named. As far as he knew there were none of the -other goats who were any relation to him. He was a stranger among them, -but they soon became friendly with him. Among the six goats owned by -the Widow Malony there were only two who were any relation. These were -Mr. and Mrs. Sharp-horn, as we would call them, though of course goats -don’t call each other husband and wife. They have other names that mean -the same thing. - -But though he had no brothers or sisters or father or mother that he -knew, Lightfoot was not unhappy. There was Blackie, with whom he played -and frisked about among the rocks. And Grandpa Bumper, when he had had -a good meal of the sweet grass that grew on top of the rocks, with, -perhaps, some sweet paste-paper from the outside of a tomato can to -finish off, would tell stories of his early life. And he would tell of -other goats, in far-off mountains, some of them nearly as big as cows, -with great, curved horns on their heads. Lightfoot loved to listen to -these stories. - -There was not much for the goats to do at the home of the Widow Malony. -They had no work to do except to jump around on the rocks and to eat -when they were hungry and could find anything they liked, though some -of the goats were milked. There was more milk than the widow and her -son could use, so they used to sell some to their neighbors who did not -keep goats. - -But many others besides Mike and his mother kept goats, for all the -neighbors of the Malonys were poor squatters who lived among the rocks -on the edge of the big city. They were called “squatters” because they -did not own the land whereon they built their poor shanties, some -of them being a few boards covered with sheets of tin from some old -building. These people just came along and “squatted” on the land. Some -had been there so long they thought they owned it. - -Mrs. Malony and her son were very poor. Sometimes, had it not been for -the milk of the goats, they would have had nothing to eat. The widow -took in washing, and Mike earned what he could running errands. But, -for all that, the widow and Mike were cheerful and tried to be happy. -They kept their shanty clean, and were clean themselves. And they took -very good care of the goats. Mike made a little shed for them to sleep -in when Winter came; and when the grass on the rocks was scarce Mike -would get a job in the city, cutting the lawn of some big house, and he -would bring the clipped grass home to Lightfoot and the others. - -“Yes, I’m going up on top of the rocks,” said Lightfoot to himself as -he began to climb upward. - -The path to the top was a hard and rough one to climb. But Lightfoot -did not give up. - -“I know I can do it,” he declared, still to himself. “I was nearly up -once but Mr. Sharp-horn chased me back. I was only a little goat then.” - -Lightfoot knew he was much larger and stronger now, and he certainly -was a better jumper. He really did not know how far he could jump, for -he had not had much chance. On the lower rocks there were not many good -jumping places. The ground was too rough. - -“Wait until I get up to the top,” thought Lightfoot to himself. “Then -I’ll do some jumping. I wonder if they’ll chase me back?” - -Part way up the rocky path he stopped to look toward the top. He saw -Mr. Sharp-horn looking down at him, and Lightfoot pretended to be -looking for some grass that grew in the cracks of the rocks. As he did -this the widow came to the door of her shanty. - -“Mike! Mike!” she called. “Where are you? Sure an’ I want you to be -takin’ home Mrs. Mackinson’s wash. ’Tis all finished I have it.” And -then, as she shaded her eyes from the sun, and looked up at the rocks, -Mrs. Malony saw Lightfoot half way to the top. - -“Would you look at that goat now!” she called. “Come here, Mike me boy, -and see where Lightfoot is. Sure an’ it’s the illigint climber he’s -gettin’ to be altogether!” - -“Yes, Lightfoot’s a good goat,” said Mike as he came around the corner -of the shanty where he had been trying to fix a broken wheel on a small -cart he had made from a soap box. “He’s a fine leaper and he’s going to -be better when he grows up. I wonder what he’s trying to do now?” - -“Sure, go to the top of the rocks, isn’t it?” asked Mrs. Malony. - -“If he does the Sharp-horns or old Bumper will send him down quick -enough!” laughed Mike. “They don’t want the small Nannies and Billies -eatin’ the top grass. You’d better come back, Lightfoot! he called to -the climbing goat. But if Lightfoot heard and understood he gave no -sign. - -“I’d like to stay and see what happens when he gets to the top,” -laughed Mike, running his fingers through his red hair. - -“Ye’ve no time,” called his mother. “Be off wid this wash now, like a -good boy. Sure it’s the money from it I’ll be needin’ to get meat for -the Sunday dinner. Off wid ye now!” - -“All right, Mother. Just as soon as I fix the wheel on me cart.” - -The Widow Malony did not use the kind of language you, perhaps, talk. -She made what we would call “mistakes.” Mike had been to school, and he -could speak more correctly, but he, too, sometimes made mistakes in his -talk. However that did not so much matter. He intended to work hard so -he could get money to study, and his mother tried to help. - -While Mike went back to fix his wagon, so he could take home the -basket of clean clothes, Lightfoot, the leaping goat, once more began -scrambling up the rocks toward the top. Mr. Sharp-horn, who had looked -over the edge to see the smaller goat climbing up, had moved back to -eat some more grass, and he forgot about Lightfoot. - -“Now none of them is looking, I’ll get to the top,” thought Lightfoot. -“And when I do I’ll have some fun, and get something good to eat. I -want some long-stemmed grass. That at the foot of the rocks is dry and -sour.” - -On and on he climbed. Now and then he would stop to kick up his heels, -he felt so fine, and again he would push his horns against the hard -rocks to see how strong his head and neck were getting. - -“Soon I’ll be able to butt as well as Grandpa Bumper,” thought -Lightfoot. - -Some neighboring children, playing in the yard of their shanty next to -that of the Malonys, saw Lightfoot kicking and butting. - -“Oh look at that funny goat of Mike’s!” called a little girl. - -“Sure, he’s a fine goat!” declared her brother. “I wish we had one like -that. Our Nannie is getting old,” he added. - -On and on went Lightfoot, cutting up such funny capers that the little -boy and girl, watching him, laughed with glee. - -At last the goat was close to the top of the rocks, where there was -a smooth level place and where sweet grass grew. Lightfoot peeped -carefully over the top. He did not want Mr. Sharp-horn or Grandpa -Bumper to rush at him the first thing and, maybe, knock him head over -heels down the rocky hill. - -But, as it happened, all the other goats were away from the edge and -did not see Lightfoot. Up he scrambled and began cropping the sweet -grass. - -“Oh, this is fine!” he cried. - -He was eating the grass, when, all at once, Mr. Sharp-horn looked up -and saw him. - -“Well, the idea!” cried that big goat. “The idea of that kid coming up -here, where only we big goats are supposed to come! He is too young -for this place, yet. I must drive him down and teach him a lesson.” -Then lowering his head, and shaking his horns, the man-goat rushed at -Lightfoot. - -Mr. Sharp-horn did not mean to be unkind. But small animals are always -kept in their own places by the larger ones until they have grown big -enough to take their own part. That is one of the lessons goats and -other animals have to learn. - -Lightfoot was soon to have his lesson. He was eating away at the sweet -grass, thinking how good it was, when he heard a clatter of hoofs. - -Looking up quickly Lightfoot saw Mr. Sharp-horn running toward him -swiftly. Lightfoot knew what that lowered head of the older goat meant. - -“Go on down out of here!” bleated Mr. Sharp-horn. - -“I don’t want to,” answered Lightfoot, and stamped with his forefeet, -his hard hoofs rattling on the ground. - -“But you must go down!” said the older goat. “This is no place for you -kids. It is for the older goats. Keep on the rocks below.” - -“I am old enough to come up here now,” said Lightfoot. “Besides, I am -hungry.” - -“That makes no difference!” cried Mr. Sharp-horn. “Get down, I say!” - -He kept on running toward Lightfoot with lowered head. The boy-goat -thought the man-goat was, perhaps, only trying to scare him, and did -not turn to run. But Mr. Sharp-horn was in earnest. On and on he came, -and when Lightfoot turned to run it was almost too late. - -However he did turn, and he did run, for he had no idea of being butted -with those long horns. Before him was the edge of the rocks, and then, -when it was too late, Lightfoot saw that he had run to the wrong place -on the edge. There was, here, no path down which he could scramble. The -rock went straight down, and he must either stand still and be butted -over the edge, or he must jump. - -He gave a bleating cry and straight over the edge of the rocks he -jumped. - - - - -CHAPTER II - -LIGHTFOOT IS HURT - - -Mr. Sharp-horn, the man-goat, was so surprised at what Lightfoot had -done in leaping over the edge of the cliff that, for a second, he did -not know what to do. Indeed Sharp-horn, who was running very fast, -could hardly stop in time to save himself from sliding over. - -“Look out there, Lightfoot!” he called. “I didn’t mean to make you do -that. I wouldn’t have hurt you very much. Why did you jump?” - -But Lightfoot could not answer now. He was falling down through the -air. Indeed he, himself, hardly knew why he had jumped. He almost -wished he had not. - -Far down below he saw the shanty of the Widow Malony, and he saw the -hard rocks and ground all around it. Somewhere down there Lightfoot -would land, and he might be badly hurt. For he was not one of the kind -of goats that are said to turn somersaults in the air, when they leap, -and land on their big, curved horns. - -“What’s the matter?” called Grandpa Bumper, as he heard Mr. Sharp-horn -shouting in his bleating voice. - -“Lightfoot has jumped over the edge!” called the other goat. - -“Oh, my! He’ll be killed!” cried Mrs. Sharp-horn. “You shouldn’t have -chased him, Sharpy,” for sometimes she called her goat-husband that. - -“I――I didn’t mean to make him jump,” went on Mr. Sharp-horn. “I was -only trying to scare him away from our feeding place. He is too young -to come up here. I’m sorry.” - -“Oh, what a big jump he made!” cried Grandpa Bumper, for he knew it was -about twenty-five feet from the rocky edge down to the ground below. -“If he isn’t killed or hurt it will be a wonder.” - -Of course all this took place much more quickly than I can tell it. -It was only a few seconds. Lightfoot was falling down and down, or, -rather, he had jumped down. - -And as he left the edge of the rocks, and looked below, he wished he -had taken the butting from Mr. Sharp-horn. But it was too late now. And -then, all of a sudden, Lightfoot did that which gained him the name of -being a very wise young goat. - -[Illustration: Lightfoot was falling down and down.] - -Below he saw the tin and board roof of the Malony shanty. It stood -about fifteen feet high, and Lightfoot thought if he could land on that -it would shorten his big jump. He would not have to go so far, and then -he could leap down that much more easily. - -So he gave himself a shake and a twist in the air, as some acrobats do -in the circus, and as cats and goats do when they jump, and, instead of -heading straight for the hard ground, Lightfoot aimed his four feet at -the roof of the shanty. - -Just then Mrs. Malony came to the door to watch her son going down the -street with the basket of clothes on his wagon. - -“Look! Look, Mike!” called the widow. “Sure it’s a flyin’ goat -Lightfoot is now. He’s fallin’ down out of the sky!” - -And indeed it did look so. But before Mike could answer, Lightfoot had -landed on the roof of the shanty amid a great clattering of the boards -and tin that kept out the rain. The roof was flat, and the boards were -springy, so the goat sort of bounced up and down, like the man when he -falls into the circus net, though, of course, to a less degree. - -And it was this that saved the goat from being hurt. He was shaken up -a bit and jarred, but he had safely jumped from the top of the rocks -to the roof of the shanty. From there it was easy to get down, for -at one side was a shed, with a little lower roof, and when Lightfoot -had leaped to this he had no trouble in jumping to a soft place on the -ground just outside the kitchen door. - -“Well, of all things!” exclaimed the Widow Malony. “You’re th’ -jumpinest goat I ever had! You’re that light on your feet a clog-dancer -would admire you. Sure it’s a fine goat you are!” - -“We never had any goat to jump the likes of Lightfoot!” cried Mike, -running back to see if his pet were hurt, for he loved Lightfoot better -than any of the others. He patted the shaggy coat of the animal, and, -looking at him, saw that he was not in the least harmed. Lightfoot felt -a little pain, but he could not tell Mike about it. - -“Oh, how did you ever dare do it?” asked Blackie, running up to -Lightfoot with a piece of paste-paper in her mouth. “Weren’t you -afraid?” - -“I――I guess I didn’t have time to be,” answered Lightfoot. “I didn’t -think they’d drive me away from up there.” - -Mike went on with the washing when he found Lightfoot was not hurt, and -Mrs. Malony went back in the shanty. From the edge of the rocks above -the other goats looked down. - -“Say, youngster,” called Mr. Sharp-horn to Lightfoot, “I didn’t mean to -make you do that. Are you hurt?” - -“Not a bit,” answered Lightfoot, who was beginning to feel a bit proud -of himself now. - -“That was a wonderful leap,” said Mrs. Sharp-horn. - -“Indeed it was!” added Grandpa Bumper. “Of course I have made such -leaps as that when I was younger, but I can’t any more. For a kid that -was very good, Lightfoot.” - -“He won’t be a kid much longer,” said Mrs. Sharp-horn. Then she said -something in a low baa-a to her goat-husband. - -“Why, yes,” answered Mr. Sharp-horn, “I guess, after this big leap -he did to-day, Lightfoot can come up among us other goats now. You -may come up to the top of the rocks whenever you like,” he went on to -Lightfoot. “We won’t chase you away any more.” - -“And may Blackie come up with me and eat the sweet grass?” asked -Lightfoot, having a kind thought for his little friend. - -“Can she climb that far?” asked Grandpa Bumper. - -“I’ll help her,” offered Lightfoot. - -“Then you may both come,” went on the old grandfather goat who ruled -over the rest. “Your grass down there is getting pretty dry,” he went -on. “Come up whenever you want to. And, Lightfoot, don’t try any more -such risky jumps as that. You might break a leg.” - -So, after all, you see, Lightfoot’s big jump turned out to be a -good thing for him and Blackie. After Lightfoot had rested a bit he -and Blackie went up to the top of the rocks, Lightfoot helping the -girl-goat over the rough places, and soon all the Widow Malony’s -animals were cropping the sweet grass on top of the high rocks. - -Lightfoot’s leap was talked about among the goats for many a day after -that. The goat grew bigger and stronger, and every chance he found he -practiced jumping until he could do almost as well as Mr. Sharp-horn, -who was the best leaper of all the goats in Shanty-town, as the place -of the squatters was called. - -Day after day Lightfoot would practice jumping and climbing among -the rocks, sometimes alone and sometimes with Blackie. One day, when -he had made a very hard jump from one rock to another, he heard some -boy-and-girl-talk in the road in front of the widow’s shanty. Looking -down, Lightfoot saw a small cart drawn by a pony, and seated in the -cart was a man, and with him were his two children. - -“Oh, look, George!” called the little girl, “there’s that nice goat we -saw when we were going to the circus, the day we got back Tinkle, our -pony.” - -“So it is, Mabel,” answered the boy. “Could we ever have a goat, -Daddy?” he asked his father as the pony cart stopped. - -“Oh, I guess not,” said the man. “Tinkle is enough for you.” Then to -Mrs. Malony, who came to the front gate, he said: “That’s a fine goat -you have.” - -“Sure an’ you may well say that. You’re the gintleman who went past -here a few days ago, aren’t you?” - -“Yes. I was on my way to the circus, and it was there we got back my -children’s pony which had been stolen.” - -“Well, I’m glad you have him back,” said the Widow Malony, with a -twinkle in her kind, Irish-blue eyes. “You should have seen Lightfoot -leap from the top of the rocks to the roof of me shanty one day.” - -“Did he really do that?” asked George. - -“He did,” and Mrs. Malony told about it. - -Meanwhile Tinkle, the trick pony, of whom I have told you in the book -of that name, was having a little talk with Lightfoot. - -“Were you really stolen?” asked Lightfoot, when Tinkle told some of his -adventures. - -“Indeed I was. And did you really jump from the top of those rocks?” - -“I did,” answered the leaping goat, holding his head high and feeling -very proud. - -“That’s more than I could do, though I can do circus tricks,” said -Tinkle. “There’s been a book written about me and my tricks and -adventures.” - -“You don’t tell me!” cried Lightfoot. “But what’s a book?” - -Before Tinkle could answer Mr. Farley, the father of George and Mabel, -called good-by to the Widow Malony and drove on with the children in -the pony cart. - -“Good-by!” called Tinkle to Lightfoot. “If ever you get to the circus -ask Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, or Mappo, the merry monkey, about me.” - -“I will,” promised Lightfoot, “though I never expect to go to a circus.” - -“Sure they were nice little children,” said Mrs. Malony, “and it was a -fine pony cart they had. How would you like to pull a stylish cart like -that, Lightfoot?” she asked as she went back in the shanty to finish -her washing. - -For many days after this Lightfoot lived around the squatter’s shanty -learning to leap and do other things that goats have to do in this -world. And one day he had an adventure that was not exactly pleasant. - -Lightfoot was getting to be quite a big goat now, and sometimes he -wandered away farther than he had ever gone before. Two or three -streets from where the Malony shanty was built ran an electric car -line. At first Lightfoot did not know what it was, but the other goats -told him that people rode in the queer, yellow cars which went rolling -along in such a queer way on the shiny rails, a bell clanging in front. - -One afternoon Lightfoot wandered down to the trolley tracks. An ash -wagon had passed a little while before, and the goat had seen fall from -it a tin can with a big, red, tomato-paper pasted on it. - -“I’ll get that paper and eat off the paste,” thought Lightfoot. - -The can was in the middle of the tracks. Lightfoot began nosing it, -tearing off the paper and eating small pieces. It tasted very good to -him. - -Suddenly there was the clanging of a bell, and along came a car, headed -straight for Lightfoot. The goat looked up. - -“Bother!” he exclaimed to himself. “You’ll have to wait until I finish -my lunch,” he went on. “I’m not going to hurry out of the way for you. -I’m as good as you!” Lightfoot wanted his own way, you see. - -But goats have no rights on a trolley track, though Lightfoot did not -know this. The motorman clanged his bell, and cried: - -“Get off the tracks, you goat, or I’ll bump into you!” - -Now Lightfoot knew very little indeed about trolley cars. He did not -know how strong they were. And so, as he stood between the rails, -chewing the paper from the can, and saw the big yellow car clanging its -way toward him, Lightfoot stamped his hoofs, shook his horns and said -to himself: - -“Well, do as you please, but I’m not going to move until I finish -eating. I guess I can butt as hard as you!” - -“Get out of there!” called the motorman again. But Lightfoot did not -understand. The car slowed up a little, but still came on. - -“Bump into him, Bill!” called the conductor to the motorman, and the -next instant the fender of the street car struck Lightfoot’s lowered -horns, and tossed him to one side over into a ditch full of weeds. - -“Oh, dear! I’m hurt this time, sure!” thought poor Lightfoot. “I -thought I could knock that car off the track, but, instead, it knocked -me off! Oh, dear!” - - - - -CHAPTER III - -LIGHTFOOT SAVES A GIRL - - -For a few seconds after Lightfoot had been tossed into the ditch full -of weeds the goat could not get up or even move. The trolley car -clanged on its way down the tracks. - -“What happened?” asked some of the passengers. - -“Oh, a goat got on the track and the motorman had to knock him off,” -explained the conductor. - -“I hope you didn’t hurt him,” said a little girl sitting in a front -seat to the motorman. - -“No, I didn’t hit him very hard,” answered the motorman. “But I just -had to get him out of the way. I’d never hurt any animal, for my -children have a dog and a cat, and I love them as much as they do. The -goat really butted into me as much as I did into him.” - -And this, in a way, was true. If Lightfoot had stood still, and had not -tried to hit the fender of the car with his horns, he would have been -easily pushed to one side. But he had to learn his lesson, and, like -the lessons boys and girls have to learn, all are not easy or pleasant -ones. - -So poor Lightfoot lay groaning in the ditch among the weeds as the -trolley car went on. At least he groaned as much as a goat can groan, -making a sort of bleating noise. - -“Oh, dear!” he thought. “Never again will I do such a thing as this! I -will stick to jumping, for I can do that and not be hurt. I wonder if -any of my legs or my horns are broken?” - -Lightfoot, lying on his side in the ditch, shook his head. His horns -seemed to be all right. Then he tried to scramble to his feet. He felt -several pains and aches, but, to his delight, he found that he could -get up, though he was a bit shaky. - -“Well, none of my legs is broken, anyhow,” said Lightfoot to himself. -“But I ache all over. I guess I’ll go home.” Home, to Lightfoot, meant -the rocks around the shanty of the widow and her son. - -As Lightfoot limped from the ditch to the road he passed a puddle -of water. He could see himself in this, as you boys and girls can -see yourselves in a looking glass. The sight that met his eyes made -Lightfoot gasp. - -“I’d never know myself!” he said sadly. Well might he say that. One -of his legs was cut, and some blood had run from it. His side was -scratched and bruised and some skin was scraped from his black nose. -“I’m a terrible looking sight,” he said. - -He walked along, limping, until he came within sight of the shanty. -From behind it came Blackie. - -“Why Lightfoot!” she cried in surprise. “Where in the world have you -been? I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Why! what has happened to -you?” - -“I――I tried to butt a trolley car off the tracks,” said the boy-goat. -“I was eating some pasty paper off a tomato can that fell from an -ash wagon, when the car came along. I wouldn’t get out of the way -and――well, it knocked me into the ditch. Oh, dear!” - -“I’m so sorry,” said Blackie sympathetically. “Come on up to the top of -the rocks and you can roll in the soft grass. Maybe that will make you -feel better.” - -“No, I don’t believe I could climb to the top of the rocks now,” said -Lightfoot. “I am too sore and stiff. I’ll just lie down here in the -shade.” - -“Do,” said the kind Blackie, “and I’ll bring you some nice brown paper -I found.” - -Goats love brown paper almost as much as they do the kind that has -paste on it and that comes off cans. For brown paper is made from -things that goats like to eat, though of course it is not good for -girls and boys any more than is hay or grass. - -“Well, what’s the matter with you, Lightfoot?” asked Grandpa Bumper, -the old goat, as he came scrambling down the rocks a little later to -get a drink of water from the pail near the kitchen door of the Widow -Malony’s shanty. “What happened to you?” - -“I got in the way of a trolley car,” said Lightfoot, and he told what -had happened. - -“Well, let that be a lesson to you,” said the old goat-man. “You are a -strong goat-boy, and a fine jumper, but the strongest goat amongst us -is not able to butt against a trolley car. I once heard of an elephant -butting a locomotive with his head but he was killed. His name was -Jumbo.” - -“I wonder if he was any relation to Tum Tum,” said Lightfoot, who was -beginning to feel a little better now. - -“Who is Tum Tum?” asked Grandpa Bumper. - -“Oh, he is a jolly elephant who lives in a circus. I met a trick pony -named Tinkle, who once was in the circus, and Tinkle told me about Tum -Tum.” - -“I’m sure I don’t know about Tum Tum,” went on the old goat. “And I -never saw a circus, though I have heard of them.” - -“Maybe I’ll be in one some day,” murmured Lightfoot. - -“Well, whatever you do, never again try to butt a trolley car,” advised -the old goat, and Lightfoot said he never would. - -In a few days he felt better, though his bruises and cuts still hurt a -little. But, with Blackie, he managed to get to the top of the rocks, -and there, eating the sweet grass and lying stretched out in the sun, -he was soon himself again and could jump as well as ever. He told the -other goats about his adventure with the trolley car, and they all said -he was brave, if he was foolish. - -It was more than a month after he had been butted into the ditch by the -trolley car that Lightfoot once more wandered down that same street. He -felt hungry for some pasty paper from a tomato can, and he wanted to -see if any had fallen from an ash wagon. - -Lightfoot looked up and down the street. He did not see a can but -he did see a little girl, and she was standing in the middle of the -trolley track, almost in the spot where Lightfoot had stood when he was -hurt. - -“I wonder if she is going to try to knock a car off the track,” thought -Lightfoot. And just then, the little girl, who was about four years -old, turned her back and stooped to pick up her doll, which had dropped -from her arms to the ground. - -As she did so, around the corner of the street, came a trolley car, -just like the one that had hit Lightfoot. The motorman happened to be -looking the other way, and did not see the little girl. She was so -taken up with her doll that she did not hear the rumble of the car, and -the motorman, still looking the other way, did not ring his bell. - -“That little girl will be hurt!” cried Lightfoot “She can never knock -the car off the track if I couldn’t. I must save her! I must push her -off the rails.” - -Then, with a loud “Baa-a-a-a!” Lightfoot trotted on to the tracks in -front of the car, and, as the little girl straightened up he gently -put his head against her back and slowly pushed her from the tracks, -leaping away himself just in time, as the car rolled right over the -place where the little girl had been standing. - - - - -CHAPTER IV - -LIGHTFOOT AND THE WAGON - - -With a clang of the bell the trolley car came to a stop, the motorman -putting the brakes on hard. Then he jumped off the front platform and -ran to where the little girl had sat down in the grass at the side of -the tracks. She had sat down rather hard, for Lightfoot had pushed her -with more force than he intended. He was so anxious to get her out of -the way of one of those clanging cars that once upon a time had hurt -him so. - -“What is it?” - -“What’s the matter?” - -“What happened?” - -The passengers in the trolley car, surprised by the sudden way it -stopped, called thus to one another as they hurried out. They saw the -little girl sitting in the grass, holding her doll by one leg. They saw -Lightfoot, the goat, standing near by as though keeping guard over the -little girl, and they saw the motorman holding the shiny handle, by -which he turned on and off the electricity that made the car go. - -“Oh, what’s the matter?” asked a small boy who had gotten off the car -with his mother. “Did the goat bite the little girl?” - -“No, my dear. Goats don’t bite. They butt you with their horns.” - -“I don’t want any goat to butt me!” and the little boy hid behind his -mother’s skirts. - -Then the little girl, sitting on the grass, made up her mind to cry. Up -to now she had not quite known whether to laugh or to cry, but suddenly -she felt that she had been hurt, or scared, or something, and the next -thing, of course, was to cry. - -Tears came into her pretty blue eyes, she wiped them away with the -dress of her doll and then she sobbed: - -“Go away you bad goat you! Go ’way! I don’t like you! You――you tried to -bite me!” - -She had heard the little boy say that. But the little boy, getting -brave as he saw that Lightfoot did not seem to want to bite, or butt -either, any one, came from behind his mother’s skirts and said: - -“Goats don’t bite, little girl; they butt. My mamma says so, and if you -is hurted she’ll kiss you and make you all well.” - -Some of the passengers laughed on hearing this, and the lady with the -little boy went to where the little girl was sitting on the grass, -picked her up in her arms and wiped away her tears. - -“There, my dear,” she said. “You’re not hurt. See the pretty goat. He -won’t hurt you.” - -“You’re right there!” exclaimed the motorman. “He saved her from being -hurt by my car, that’s what he did.” - -“What do you mean?” asked the conductor. - -“I mean the goat butted the little girl off the tracks, just as the -lady said goats do. She was standing on the tracks, picking up her -doll, when my car came along. I wasn’t paying much attention, and I was -almost on her when the goat saw what the trouble was and pushed her off -the tracks with his head. He didn’t really butt her, but he got her out -of the way just in time.” - -“He’s a smart goat,” said one of the men who had been riding in the -trolley car. - -“He is that!” exclaimed the motorman. “And now that I look at him I -remember him. He’s the goat we knocked off the track about two months -ago. Don’t you remember?” he asked, turning to the conductor. - -“Sure enough he is,” agreed the conductor, and he explained to the -passengers the accident, or adventure, that had happened to Lightfoot, -as I told it to you before. - -“He must have remembered how the car hurt him,” said the lady with the -little boy, “and he didn’t want the child to be hurt. He is a smart -goat! - -“Does any one know where the little girl lives?” asked the lady. “She -ought not be allowed to stay here near the tracks.” - -None of the passengers knew the child, nor did the motorman or -conductor. As they were wondering what to do along came Mike Malony. - -“Hello, Lightfoot!” called Mike as he saw his goat. And then, as he -noticed the crowd, the stopped trolley car and the little girl, he -asked: - -“What’s the matter? Is Tessie hurt?” - -“No one is hurt, I’m thankful to say,” replied the motorman; “but the -little girl might have been only for the goat. Do you know her?” - -“Sure, she’s Tessie Rooney. She lives near me,” explained Mike. “I’ll -take her home if you like.” - -“I wish you would,” said the lady who had given Tessie a five cent -piece, which to Tessie was almost as much as a dollar. The child forgot -all about her tears and what had happened to her. - -“Sure I’ll take her home,” said Mike, kindly. - -“Do you know whose goat that is?” asked the lady, as her little boy -whispered something to her. - -“That’s mine,” said Mike proudly. “And there’s no better jumping goat -in these parts.” - -“Nor smarter goat either,” said the motorman, and Mike, to his -surprise, learned what his pet had done. - -“Do you want to sell the goat?” asked the lady. “My little boy would -like him. I have an idea that I could hitch him to a cart and have him -draw my boy about. Some neighbor’s children have a little pony named -Tinkle, and they have great fun riding around with him. My boy is too -small for a pony, but a goat might be good for him. Will you sell him -to me――Lightfoot I think you said his name was?” - -“Well, ma’am, not wishing to be impolite to you, but I can’t sell -Lightfoot,” said Mike slowly, and he put his hand on the goat’s head. -“You see I’ve had him ever since he was a little kid, and I like him -too much to sell him.” - -The lady saw how Mike felt about it, so she said kindly: - -“Well, never mind, my boy. I wouldn’t want to take your pet away from -you, any more than I’d want my little boy to lose his, if he had one. -It’s all right. But you are lucky to have so good a goat.” - -[Illustration: Lightfoot, coming up to get some of the salt which he -licked from Mike’s hand, did not know what his master was saying.] - -“Yes’m; I think so myself. Come on now, Tessie. I’ll take you home, and -if ever you come by yourself on the trolley tracks again I’ll never -give you another pickaback ride.” - -“Oh, then I won’t ever come,” lisped Tessie, her hand in Mike’s. “And -will you give me a piggy back ride now?” - -“Yes,” promised Mike; and amid the laughter of the trolley car -passengers Mike took the little girl up on his back and trotted off, -making believe he was a horse. Lightfoot ran alongside, and, seeing -him, Tessie said: - -“Lightfoot pushed me so hard I sat down in the grass, Mike.” - -“Well, it’s a good thing he did, Tessie, else you might have been -harder hit by the car. Now you take my advice and keep away from the -tracks or, mind――no more pickaback rides!” - -A day or so after that Mike, going up to the top of the rocks to take -some salt to his mother’s goats, saw Lightfoot leaping about, kicking -up his heels and shaking his horns. - -“Sure it’s a fine goat you are intirely, as my dear mother would say,” -said Mike softly. “And I wish I could do it.” - -Lightfoot, coming up to get some of the salt, which he licked from -Mike’s hand, did not know what his master was saying. Even if he had -understood the words he would not have known what they referred to. - -Mike went on, talking to himself. - -“If I only could do it,” he said, “it would be great! I could drive -home with the washings, and then, maybe, I could earn money with you. -I wonder if I could make it myself? I could get the wheels, and a big -soap box―― - -“No,” went on Mike, after a moment of thought, “that wouldn’t do. It -would be all right for taking home the washings, but not to give rides -for money. I’ve got to get a regular goat harness and a wagon. How can -I do it?” - -Now you know what Mike was thinking of. He had heard the lady speak of -a pony cart, and he wanted a goat wagon for Lightfoot. If he had that -he could, as he said, drive home with the big baskets of clean clothes -to his mother’s customers. Then Mike had an idea he could give rides to -children in the goat wagon, and so earn money. - -“But where can I get the wagon and harness?” he asked himself over and -over again. - -At last, when he had talked the matter over with his friend Timothy -Muldoon, the railroad gate-tender, in his little shanty at the foot of -the street, Mike got the idea. - -“Sure why don’t ye advertise in the papers?” asked Tim, as Mike called -him. “That’s what everybody does that has anything to sell or wants to -buy. Advertise for a goat wagon and harness. Sometimes goats dies, and -the folks that owns them don’t get another, but sells the outfit.” - -“But it costs money to advertise,” objected Mike. - -“Sure and won’t the paper you work for trust you?” asked the gateman. - -“The paper I work for?” repeated Mike, wonderingly. - -“I mean the one you delivers for, nights,” for Mike had a paper route -for an evening paper, the _Journal_. - -“They ought to know you there,” went on Tim. “Tell the advertising man -what you want, and that you’ll pay him when you can.” - -“I’ll do it!” cried Mike, and he did. When, rather timidly, he -explained to the man at the desk in the office what he wanted, and told -him that he had delivered the _Journal_ for several years, a bargain -was made. - -The man would put the advertisement in the paper for Mike, saying he -wanted to buy a second-hand goat wagon and harness. He was to pay for -the advertisement at the rate of two cents each day, for the Widow -Malony and her son were so poor that even two cents counted. - -“And you can easy make up that two cents by getting two new customers -for the paper,” said Tim, when Mike told him what had happened. - -“Yes. But how am I going to pay for the goat wagon and harness in case -some one has it to sell?” Mike questioned. - -“Well, maybe I have a bit of a nest egg laid away,” said Tim, with -a smile. “I might lend you the money, and when you get rich you can -pay me. Or whoever sells the outfit might let your mother make up the -amount by washing. We’ll see about that.” - -To Mike’s delight he had two answers to his advertisement. One was for -a very fine goat wagon and harness, but the price asked was more than -even Tim would advise paying. - -“You can get that, or one like it, when you’ve made a hundred dollars -on the goat rides,” said the gate-man to Mike. - -The other outfit was just about right, Tim and Mike thought, and the -man who had the wagon and harness for sale said Mrs. Malony could pay -for it by doing washing and ironing. So, after Mike had paid for the -advertisement, no more money need be paid out. - -“Sure, Lightfoot, now there’ll be grand times for you!” cried Mike as -he came home one day with the wagon and harness. - - - - -CHAPTER V - -LIGHTFOOT IN THE PARK - - -Lightfoot, the leaping goat, who was cropping the sweet grass on top of -the rocks from which he had once made his great jump, looked down in -the yard near the shanty and saw his master Mike busy over something -new. - -“I wonder what that is?” thought Lightfoot to himself, for goats and -other animals wonder and are curious about things, as you can tell by -holding out something in your hand to your dog or cat. They will come -up to it and smell it, to see if it is good to eat. - -And so Lightfoot wondered. Mike was good to him, and often brought him -some lumps of salt, or a bit of carrot or turnip, for though goats like -to eat grass, and even bits of paper and other queer things, they like -nice things too, like sweet vegetables. - -“I guess I’ll go down and see what it is Mike has,” said Lightfoot to -himself, and so he started down the rocky path. Though he was a good -leaping goat he did not want again to try to jump on top of the widow’s -shanty. That was too dangerous. - -“Where are you going, Lightfoot?” asked Blackie, the girl-goat, who -had been cropping grass near her friend, as she saw him start down the -rocky path. - -“The boy Mike is down there, and he may have something good to eat,” -answered Lightfoot. “If he has I’ll give you some.” - -“You are very kind,” said Blackie, and she followed down after -Lightfoot, only more slowly, for she was not so good a jumper or -rock-climber as was he. - -Down near his mother’s shanty, Mike was looking at the goat wagon and -harness he had just brought home. - -“It’s almost as good as new, Mother!” cried the Irish boy. “Look at the -wheels spin, would you!” and turning the wagon on one side he spun two -wheels around until they went so fast he could not see the spokes. - -“Be careful now and don’t break it,” cautioned the Widow Malony. - -“Oh, sure ’tis a grand strong wagon!” cried Mike. “It would hold two -baskets of clothes. And I can ride four boys or girls around in it at -once, and get pennies.” - -“Well, sure an’ it’s the pennies we need,” sighed Mrs. Malony, for she -found it hard to get along on what she could earn. Mike was getting to -be a bigger boy now, and he ate more, though his mother never told him -this. She wanted him to grow strong. - -“Give me a bit of salt, Mother,” said Mike. “I want to get Lightfoot -friendly, so he’ll not be afraid of the harness or wagon, for I’m going -to hitch him up soon. - -“Here he comes now with Blackie,” went on Mike, as he saw the two goats -coming down the rocky path. “You’re just in time, Lightfoot, though I -don’t need Blackie to learn to pull the wagon. She wouldn’t be strong -enough. But I’ll give her some salt.” - -The two goats licked the salt from Mike’s hands, and liked it very -much. Mike turned the wagon right side up, and then took up part of the -harness. - -“I wonder how Lightfoot will act when I put it on him,” thought Mike. -“He’s never been harnessed.” - -While the goat was chewing some sweet chopped carrots which Mrs. Malony -spread out in front of him, Mike gently slipped a part of the harness -over the goat’s back. At first Lightfoot jumped a little to one side. -But, as he saw that there were still more carrots left, and as he felt -Mike patting him, Lightfoot thought it was all right. - -“I guess it’s just a new game that boy Mike is playing,” said the goat -to himself. “Well, he’s always kind to me, so I’m sure it will be all -right. Anyhow these carrots are good. Have some, Blackie.” - -“I will,” said the other goat. “But what is that queer thing on your -back, Lightfoot?” - -“Oh, some game that boy is playing,” answered the goat. “It won’t hurt -us, for Mike is always kind,” and he and Blackie went on eating the -carrots. - -“Well, so far so good,” said Mike to himself when he had most of the -harness on his pet, and Lightfoot had stood still. “Now to get the bit -in his mouth. That’s going to be harder.” - -“Better get Jack Murphy to come over and help you,” said Mrs. Malony. -“He used to keep goats in Ireland, and he knows a lot about ’em, though -I don’t know if he ever harnessed ’em to a cart.” - -But Mr. Murphy had, as it happened, and, being a neighbor of the -Malonys, he soon came over when Mike called him and showed the boy -how to put the iron bit in Lightfoot’s mouth, and run the reins back -through rings fastened in a part of the harness that went around the -middle of the goat’s back. - -It was not easy to do, and, several times, Lightfoot tried to break -away. But Mike and Mr. Murphy held him until the harness was in place -and tightly strapped on. - -“Now see if you can drive him about,” said Mr. Murphy, when Mike had -hold of the reins and the bit was in Lightfoot’s mouth. The goat was -shaking his head about, trying to get rid of the piece of iron between -his teeth. It did not really hurt him. It just felt queer. But it was -firmly held by straps, and Lightfoot could not shake it loose. - -“I can’t drive him without first hitching him to the wagon,” said Mike, -for as yet the goat had not been put between the shafts of the little -cart. - -“Don’t hitch him to that yet,” advised Mr. Murphy. “Sure he might run -away and break it. Just drive him about the yard by the reins and run -after him.” - -“He may run away with me,” laughed Mike. - -“Well, that can’t be helped. Maybe he will. But he’ll soon get used to -the harness and behave. Lightfoot is a wise goat.” - -But even wise goats don’t like it the first time they are put in -harness, and Lightfoot was no different in this way from others, though -he was such a good jumper. When Mike took hold of the reins and called -to Lightfoot to “gid-dap,” the goat, who was now big and strong, -started off with such force and suddenness that Mike was almost jerked -from his feet. - -“Run!” called Mr. Murphy. “Run with him, and along after him, Mike. Try -to turn him to the right and the left so’s he’ll know how to mind the -reins when he’s fast to the wagon. Run after him!” - -Mike, holding fast to the reins, ran, and the goat ran too. And, being -a good runner, Lightfoot easily kept ahead of Mike. It was all Mike -could do not to let go the reins. - -“Run!” called Mr. Murphy. “Run faster, Mike!” - -Mike tried but he stumbled over a stone and fell. However, he kept hold -of the reins, winding them around his wrists and as Lightfoot kept on -going he pulled Mike all about the yard. - -“Bless an’ save us!” cried Mrs. Malony coming to the door of her -shanty. “What’s happenin’?” - -“He’s teaching Lightfoot to pull to harness,” said Mr. Murphy. - -“Hum! It looks more like Lightfoot was teachin’ _Mike_,” said the -widow. “Won’t Mike be hurt?” - -“Not a bit. Many a time in th’ old country I’ve been dragged by a goat. -It’s good for one.” - -Around and around the yard Lightfoot dragged Mike, the chickens and -ducks scattering in all directions, the old rooster flying up on the -fence and crowing with all his might. - -At last Lightfoot, finding he could not get the iron bit out of his -mouth, and could not shake off the harness, and looking back and seeing -Mike being dragged about on the ground, thought: - -“Well, I guess I’m tired. I seem to be held fast no matter what I do. -I’ll quit.” - -And that is just what Mike wanted, for he was tired of being pulled -about in this fashion. - -“Well, I guess he’s learned that part, anyhow,” said Mr. Murphy. “Now -we’ll hitch him to the wagon.” - -While Mr. Murphy was bringing up the wagon, and Mike was holding -Lightfoot, Blackie came up and asked: - -“What was all that for, Lightfoot?” - -“Oh, I guess it was a new kind of game. I can’t say I like it though. I -had rather jump on the rocks,” answered Lightfoot. - -“No, it was not a game,” said Grandpa Bumper, coming up just then. -“You are being taught to let yourself be harnessed up to draw a cart, -Lightfoot, and here they come with the cart now.” - -“What does that mean?” asked the leaping goat. “Will it hurt?” - -“No, not if you behave yourself. Once I was a cart-drawing goat, and -I worked in a nice park. I’ll tell you about it so you’ll know what to -do.” - -And when the cart was brought up, and the shafts, one on each side of -Lightfoot, were being fastened with straps, the younger goat stood very -still, listening to Grandpa Bumper tell, in goat language, just what it -all meant. - -“Why, he seems to like it,” said Mike as he fastened the last strap. -“He didn’t try once to get away, Mr. Murphy.” - -“I guess he’s getting used to it,” said the kind Irishman. - -But if he and Mike had known, it was what Grandpa Bumper had said to -Lightfoot that made the young goat stand so still and allow himself to -be hitched to the cart. - -“Well,” said Lightfoot to the old goat when the harnessing was -finished, “it may not be so bad after all. I guess I’ll be good and not -run away. I’ll pull the cart nicely.” - -“It will be best, I think,” said the old goat. - -So, when Mike took his seat in the cart, and pulled on the reins, -calling to Lightfoot to “Gid-dap!” the goat started off, pulling the -little wagon as though he had done it all his life. - -“Oh, this is great!” cried Mike. “I never thought he would learn as -easily as this.” - -“He is a smart and sensible goat,” the Irishman said. “Now look out if -he gets going too fast.” - -But Lightfoot did not seem to want to run away. He trotted along up and -down the street, soon learning to turn to the right or the left as Mike -pulled the reins. - -Once or twice Lightfoot started to run swiftly, but Mike pulled back on -the reins, and the iron bit in his mouth, pressing on his tongue and -teeth, told Lightfoot that he must go more slowly. - -In a few days he had become used to the cart and harness and Mike could -drive him anywhere. The other goats came to the top of the pile of -rocks and looked down at Lightfoot. Many of them wished they could be -harnessed up, for Lightfoot got many extra good things to eat from -Mike, who liked his driving goat very much. Lightfoot was now a driving -goat as well as a leaping one. - -“And now it’s time, I guess,” said Mike one day, “to see if I can -earn money with my goat and wagon.” He had taken a number of baskets -of clean clothes home to his mother’s employers, and, no matter how -heavy the basket was, Lightfoot had no trouble in pulling it, with Mike -sitting on the front seat of the cart. - -Mike made his wagon nice and clean, put a strip of old carpet in the -bottom, and started one day for a part of the city where rich folks -lived. Along the streets there, on pleasant afternoons, nurse maids -would be out walking with the children of whom they took care. When he -got to this place Mike drove his goat wagon slowly up and down. - -It was not long before a little boy, well dressed, who was walking -along with his nurse, cried: - -“Oh, Marie! See the wonderful goat wagon! May I have a ride in it?” - -“No, no, Master Peter. It is not to ride in.” - -“Yes, it is! I want a ride! Will you give me a ride, boy?” he called to -Mike. - -“You must not ask for rides,” said Marie, the maid. “The boy sells -rides――that is, I think he does,” and she looked at Mike and smiled. - -“Yes,” answered Mike, “my goat wagon is for hire.” - -“Then I want a ride!” cried little Peter. “I want a ride, Marie!” - -“But we must ask your mamma,” said the maid. “Come, she is just going -out in the car. We will ask her.” - -Mike saw a richly dressed lady getting into a big automobile in front -of a fine house. Peter ran to her and said something. The lady beckoned -to Mike, who drove his wagon toward her. - -“Do you hire out your goat wagon for rides?” asked the lady. - -“Yes’m,” said Mike. - -“And is he perfectly safe?” - -“Yes’m. I drive him myself. I won’t let him run away.” - -“Then I think you may have a ride up and down the block, Peter. Marie, -here is money to pay the goat-boy. But be careful, won’t you?” she -cautioned Mike. - -“Oh, yes’m,” he promised. He helped Peter into the goat wagon, on to -one of the three rear seats, Marie getting in also. Then Mike started -Lightfoot off down the street at a gentle trot. - -“Oh, I love this!” cried Peter. “When I grow up I’m going to drive a -goat wagon!” - -“Oh, Master Peter!” cried Marie. - -“Well, I am,” he said. “It’s ever so much more fun than making an -automobile go. Anybody can do that.” - -Up and down the block Mike drove Lightfoot, giving the little boy and -his nurse a fine ride. Then the other children wanted rides, and their -parents or nurses, seeing how gentle the goat was, and how well Mike -managed him, let their boys and girls get in the cart. Mike was kept -busy all the afternoon giving rides to the little tots, and when he had -finished he had nearly two dollars, in ten- and five-cent pieces, for -some children took more than one ride. - -“Talk about your luck!” cried Mike as he drove toward his shanty, a -happy smile on his freckled face. “I’ll soon be rich.” - -“Look at that, Mother!” he cried, as he poured the money from his -pocket on to the table. “That’s what Lightfoot earned for us to-day!” - -“Thanks be!” exclaimed Mrs. Malony. “Sure an’ the money will come in -handy, for I have the grocer to pay to-night. Tell me about it, Mike -darlin’.” - -And Mike told, while Lightfoot, unharnessed, ate a good supper, and -then told the other goats of his new adventures. - -For several weeks Mike went about the different streets of the city -giving rides to children, and hardly a day passed that he did not make -a dollar or a little more. Of course when it rained he could not do -this. And then one day Mike came home with bright eyes and a laughing -face. - -“What do you think, Mother dear!” he cried. “I have a regular job with -Lightfoot!” - -“What is it, Mike?” - -“I’m to drive him and the goat wagon in the park, and the man is to -give me ten dollars a week. That’ll be better than going about the -streets. I’ll get paid regular. Hurray!” and Mike hugged and kissed his -mother. - - - - -CHAPTER VI - -LIGHTFOOT BUTTS A BOY - - -When Mike had quieted his joy and happiness down a bit, he explained -to his mother how it had come about. It seemed that as he was driving -Lightfoot about, hitched to the cart, and giving a number of children a -ride on a quiet street, a man had come up to Mike. - -“I have a goat stand in the park,” the man explained. “I own a number -of goats and wagons, and hire boys to drive them. Would you like to -sell me your goat and wagon? I need another.” - -“But I told him I wouldn’t sell Lightfoot,” Mike explained. “Then he -wanted me to hire my outfit to him at so much a week, but I wouldn’t do -that, for I wouldn’t let anybody but myself drive my goat.” - -“That’s right,” agreed Mrs. Malony, who was almost as fond of Lightfoot -as was Mike himself. “What did the man say then?” - -“Well, he wanted to know if I’d come to the park and drive the goat -myself. He said he’d give me eight dollars a week, but I said I could -earn more than that working for myself. Then he raised it to ten -dollars and I took him up.” - -“But how does _he_ make any money out of it?” asked Mrs. Malony. - -“Oh, he keeps all I take in over ten dollars, and I guess it will be -more than that lots of times, for big crowds of children go to the park -these Summer days. Then, too, we don’t give such long rides as I’ve -been giving. They charge only five cents a ride in the park, and I -charge ten sometimes, but then I go all around a big block. - -“But I think it’ll be a good thing for us, Mother. Ten dollars a week -is a lot of money. Of course I’ll have to buy the feed for Lightfoot -out of that, and a bit of lunch for myself.” - -“Sure, I can put that up for you in the morning,” said the widow with a -smile. “It’s great, Mike my boy! Sure we’ve had good luck ever since we -got Lightfoot.” - -The next day, bright and early, Mike drove his goat and wagon to the -big park which was in the upper part of the city, not far from where -the squatters had built their shanties on the rocks. - -“Well, I see you are on time,” said the man who had the privilege of -managing the goat wagons in the park. No wagons other than those he -permitted could come in to give the children rides, so if Mike had not -accepted his offer the boy could not have done a park business on his -own account. - -“Yes, Lightfoot and I are all ready,” said Mike. - -In a little while the other goats were brought from the stable in the -park where they were kept, and harnessed to small wagons. The wagons -were better painted than Mike’s, but were no cleaner nor larger. And as -a friend of his mother’s had given her a strip of bright red carpet, -Mike put this in the bottom of his goat cart, so that it looked gay and -cheerful. - -“Huh! Got a new boy, it seems,” said one of the small drivers, as he -noticed Lightfoot and Mike. - -“Yes, an’ if he tries to take away any of my customers he’ll get in -trouble,” said another, shaking his fist at Mike. - -“Here, you boys! No quarreling!” said the manager of the goat wagons, -a Mr. Marshall. “You’ll all do as I say, and I won’t have any picking -on this boy. Business isn’t any too good, and I want you all to do your -best.” - -Mike said nothing to the other boys, but he was not afraid to take his -own part. - -The other goats looked at Lightfoot, and one, hitched to the wagon -driven by the boy who had spoken a bit crossly to Mike, said to -Lightfoot: - -“Where did you come from?” - -“From the high rocks,” answered Lightfoot. - -“Do you mean the mountains?” asked another goat. - -“I don’t know, but it’s over that way,” said Lightfoot, and he pointed -with his horns in the direction of Mike’s home. - -“Oh, he means the rocks by the squatters’ shanties!” exclaimed the goat -who had first spoken. “Why, we can’t have anything to do with goats -like that! We give rides to well born children. This goat comes from a -very poor home indeed. - -“What right have you got to come here among us?” he asked Lightfoot. - -“I don’t know anything about it,” said Lightfoot. “I was driven here, -and I’ll do my best to give good rides to the children. I may not have -come from the mountains, but the rocks where I live are very high and -sweet grass grows on top. Can any of you jump from the high rocks down -on top of the widow’s shanty?” - -“Thank you, we don’t live near shanties,” said another goat. “We live -in the park stable.” - -“Just the same that was a good jump,” remarked a quiet goat, with short -horns. “I was over that way once. I think I know the place you mean,” -he went on to Lightfoot, and Mike’s goat was glad to know he had one -friend. - -“Well, he may be a good jumper but I don’t believe he can butt hard -with his horns and head,” said the ill-tempered goat, who was called -Snipper from the habit he had of snipping off leaves and flowers in the -park. - -“I once nearly butted a trolley car off the tracks,” said Lightfoot, -“and I did shove a little girl out of the way of the car.” - -“Pooh! That’s nothing,” sneered Snipper. “Let’s see how hard you can -butt,” and he rose up on his hind legs and aimed his head and horns at -Lightfoot. - -“Look out, Lightfoot!” cried Mike. But the new goat was ready for -Snipper. Rising on his own hind legs, Lightfoot butted the other goat -so hard that he nearly fell over backward into the cart. - -“Good! Well butted!” cried the kindly, short-horned goat. “That was -fine!” - -“You wouldn’t say so if you felt it,” bleated Snipper. - -“Well, it was your own fault. You started the quarrel,” went on the -friendly goat. - -“I can butt better than he can, and I’ll show him too, next time,” -grumbled Snipper, rubbing his head against a tree. - -“Say!” cried the boy who had spoken roughly to Mike, “if your goat -doesn’t leave mine alone I――I’ll do something to you!” - -“Oh, no, you won’t,” said Mike. “I’m not afraid of the likes of you.” - -“Here, boys, stop your quarreling,” said the man. “Get ready now, some -children and their mothers are coming. Perhaps they may want rides.” - -Along the path that led to the goat stand came a number of boys and -girls. Seeing them, the boys in charge of the goats called: - -“Here you are for a ride! This way for a ride! We’ve got the best goats -in the park! Only five cents a ride!” - -The children stopped. Some begged their fathers or mothers to let them -have a ride. One man, with a boy and girl consented. - -“Which wagon and goat do you want?” asked the father. - -For a moment the tots were undecided. - -“Here, take mine! It’s the best!” cried the boy whose goat had been -butted by Lightfoot. For a moment the children seemed about to get into -that wagon, then the little girl cried: - -“Oh, see what a pretty red carpet is in this wagon!” and she ran over -to Mike’s. “I want to ride in this!” - -“So do I,” said her brother, and they got in. Mike was pleased and -happy, but the other boy, whose name was Henry, scowled. - -“I’ll fix you for that,” he muttered to Mike, but Mike did not care. He -started Lightfoot down the park road and the goat drew the delighted -children swiftly and carefully. - -Thus it was that Mike and Lightfoot began their work in the park. -From then on, for several weeks, Mike would take his goat and cart to -the stand every morning, and all day long he would drive parties of -children up and down. Lightfoot was growing stronger and more used to -harness and cart, and he could soon pull as well as the best goat in -the park. - -Every Saturday night Mike took home ten dollars to his mother, and this -was the best of all. Of course Mike took in more than this from the -children who paid him for their rides, but all over ten dollars went -to Mr. Marshall. Out of the ten dollars Mike paid for hay and oats for -Lightfoot, for now that he had work to do, the goat could not live on -grass alone. - -The other goats accepted Lightfoot for a friend now, and even Snipper -was on good terms with him, for they all saw that Lightfoot was as -strong as any of them and could take his own part. But Henry, the boy -who drove Snipper, did not make friends with Mike. - -“I’ll get even with him some day,” he said. - -[Illustration: “I want to ride in this!”] - -And this is how he did it――not a very fair way, I should say. One noon -Mike took the harness off Lightfoot, and, putting a rope around the -goat’s neck, tied the other end to a tree, so Lightfoot would not stray -away, as he had once or twice, meaning nothing wrong. Mike’s mother had -not had time to put up his lunch that morning, so Mike went down to a -little restaurant in the park, intending to get a glass of milk and -some sandwiches. - -“Now behave yourself, Lightfoot, while I’m gone. I’ll soon be back,” -said Mike. - -Lightfoot wiggled his little stubby tail. Whether he understood or not -I can not say. He went on cropping grass, after he had eaten his hay -and other fodder. - -In a little while Henry came along. He saw Lightfoot tethered all by -himself, the other goats having been taken to the stable. Henry looked -about, and, seeing no signs of Mike, took up a stick, and, going toward -Lightfoot, said: - -“I’ll teach you to butt my goat! You won’t do it after I am through -with you!” - -Then, with the stick, he fell to beating Lightfoot. At first Mike’s -goat did not know what to make of this. He looked up and seeing that -it was one of the goat-boys, but not Mike, thought maybe it was a new -kind of game. But as the blows from the stick fell harder and harder -Lightfoot knew that it was no game. - -Whack! Bang! Whack! Henry beat the stick on Lightfoot’s back. - -Lightfoot tried to get away, but the rope held him. Then, suddenly the -goat became angry, and you can not blame him. He knew he had strong -horns and a strong head, given him by nature to butt with and defend -himself. - -“And I’m going to butt that boy who is beating me with the stick!” -thought Lightfoot. Before Henry knew what was happening Lightfoot -rushed straight at him with lowered head, and the next thing Henry knew -he found himself falling backward head over heels in the grass. The -goat had butted him down good and hard. - -For a moment Henry lay dazed, hardly knowing what had happened. Then, -all of a sudden, Lightfoot felt sorry. - -“My master would not want me to do this,” he said to himself. “Maybe he -will punish me when he comes back. I know what I’ll do; I’ll run away.” - -With a strong jump, and a leap, Lightfoot broke off, close to his -neck, the rope that held him. And then, before Henry could get up, off -through the bushes in the park bounded Lightfoot. He had run away. - - - - -CHAPTER VII - -LIGHTFOOT ON A BOAT - - -The park where Lightfoot, the leaping goat, had worked with Mike for -several weeks, giving rides to children, was quite a large one. There -were many paths in it, and driveways. There were also patches of woods, -and places where the bushes grew in tangled clumps, making many hiding -places. - -“I’d better hide myself for a while,” thought Lightfoot, for, though he -was a tame goat, he still had in him some of the wildness that is in -all animals, even your pussy cat; and this wildness made him want to -hide when he thought himself in danger. And the danger Lightfoot feared -was that he would be beaten with a stick for knocking over the boy who -had tormented him. - -“I’ll hide under these thick bushes,” said the goat to himself, when -he had run quite a distance from the stand in the park where the small -wagons were kept. - -The bushes were thick, but with his strong head and horns Lightfoot -soon poked a way for himself into the very middle of them, and there he -lay down upon the ground to rest. For he had run fast and was tired. -His heart was beating very hard. - -Though he did not know it, Lightfoot had done just as a wild goat would -have done――one that lived in a far-off country who had never seen a -wagon, a harness or a squatter’s shanty. He had hidden himself away -from danger. - -And, with beating heart, as he crouched under the bush, Lightfoot -wondered what he would do next. - -“I can’t go back to the park and help Mike with the wagon, giving the -children rides,” thought Lightfoot. “If I do that boy with the stick -will be waiting for me. He’ll be angry at me for knocking him down. -That little girl wasn’t mad at me for knocking her off the trolley -tracks; but then that was different, I guess. And maybe Mike will be -angry with me too. I’ll be sorry for that. - -“He won’t give me any more lumps of salt, nor sweet carrots. I won’t -see Blackie again, nor Grandpa Bumper. I’ll never jump around on the -rocks any more and see the Sharp-horns. Well, it can’t be helped, I -suppose. I must do the best I can. I’ll stay here for a while and see -what happens.” - -So Lightfoot remained in hiding, and when Mike had finished getting his -little lunch in the restaurant he came back to reharness his goat to -the wagon, ready to give the children rides in the afternoon. - -“Why, where’s Lightfoot?” asked Mike in surprise, as he came back and -saw the broken rope where he had tied his pet. “Where’s my goat?” - -“How should I know?” asked Henry in a cross sort of voice. “He butted -me over on my back a little while ago.” - -“You must have done something to make him do that,” quickly cried Mike. -He looked at the end of the broken rope. At first he thought Henry -might have cut it on purpose to let Lightfoot get away, but the ends of -the rope, frayed and rough, showed that it had not been cut, but broken. - -“Have any of you seen Lightfoot?” asked Mike of the other boys. But -they had all been to dinner themselves and had not seen what had -happened. The other goats, too, had been taken to the stable for the -noon meal. - -Only Henry had seen Lightfoot run away, and he felt so unkindly toward -the goat and Mike that he would not tell. Mike ran here and there, -asking the park policemen and other helpers if they had seen his goat, -but none had. Lightfoot had taken just the best possible time to run -away――noon, when every one was at dinner. And now the goat was safely -hidden in the bushes. - -“Well, I’ve just got to find him,” said Mike to himself, as he looked -at the goat’s harness hanging on a tree, and at the wagon with its -strip of bright red carpet. “I’ve just got to find Lightfoot!” - -Telling Mr. Marshall what had happened, and promising to come back with -Lightfoot as soon as he could find him, and take up again the work of -giving children rides in the park, Mike set off to find his pet. - -Along the paths, cutting across the grassy lawns, looking under clumps -of bushes, asking those he met, Mike went on and on looking for -Lightfoot. Now and then he stopped, to call the goat’s name. But though -once Lightfoot, from where he was hiding, heard his master’s voice he -did not bleat in answer, as he had always done before. - -“He is looking for me to whip me,” thought Lightfoot, “and I am not -going to be whipped!” - -Poor Lightfoot! If he had known that Mike would not whip him, but would -have petted him, and given him something nice to eat, the goat might -have come out from the bush where he was hiding and have trotted up to -Mike. Had Lightfoot done this he would have saved himself much trouble. -But then, of course, he would not have had so many adventures about -which I will tell you. - -After calling and looking for Lightfoot, even very near the bush under -which the goat was hidden, but never suspecting his pet was there, Mike -walked farther on. He had not given up the search, but now he was far -from the place where Lightfoot was hiding. - -Lightfoot stayed under the bushes and listened. He did not hear any -one coming toward him, and he began to think he was now safe. He was -beginning to feel a bit hungry again, so he reached out and nibbled -some of the leaves. - -“My! That tastes good!” he said to himself. “It’s better even than the -grass that grows on top of the rocks at home.” - -Then, all of a sudden, Lightfoot felt homesick. He thought of the fun -he had had with Blackie and the other goats, and he wanted to go back -to them. - -“I think I’ll do that,” he said. “Maybe, after all, Mike will not let -that other boy beat me. But I’ll wait until after dark.” - -The sun sank down in the west. The children and their nurses went home -from the park. The goats and wagons were taken to the stable. Mike -came back from his search. - -“Well, did you find your goat?” asked Mr. Marshall. - -Mike shook his head sadly. - -“No, I didn’t,” he answered. “But I’ll look again to-morrow.” - -“If you don’t find him pretty soon,” went on the man, “I’ll have to get -another goat and wagon.” - -Mike felt sadder than ever at this for he knew the money he had been -able to earn with Lightfoot was much needed at home. And it was with a -sorrowful heart that Mike told his mother what had happened. - -“Never mind, Mike me darlin’,” said the good Irish woman. “Maybe -Lightfoot will come back to us some day.” - -At dark Lightfoot crept out from under the bush. The lights were -sparkling in the park, and he thought he could easily find his way back -to Shanty-town. Mike had driven him from there to the park and back -many times. - -But the darkness, even though there were lights here and there, -bothered Lightfoot. He soon became lost. He did not know which way -he was going. Once, as he crossed a green lawn in the park he saw, -standing under a lamp, a policeman with a club. Lightfoot did not know -what a policeman was but he knew what a club was used for――to beat -goats. - -“But he sha’n’t beat me,” thought Lightfoot, so he kept in the shadows -and got safely past. On and on he wandered, trying to find his way back -to the rocks where he had spent so many happy months. But he could not -find them, and at last he became so tired that he crawled under some -bushes and went to sleep. - -It was morning when Lightfoot awakened. He found he was in a strange -place. It was a place of many streets and with big cars running back -and forth on shining rails. But they did not run as did trolley cars. -Instead a big engine pushed them and pulled them. Though Lightfoot did -not know it, he was near a railroad yard. - -He came out from under the bush to look for something to eat. He saw -an empty can with a piece of paper on it that he knew was covered with -paste. He wanted that paper very much. But as he crept out to get it a -boy picking up coal from the tracks saw him and cried: - -“Oh, fellers! Look at de goat! Let’s chase him!” - -And chase after Lightfoot they did, shouting and throwing lumps of -coal. Lightfoot had no mind to be caught, so he ran across the tracks. -The boys shouted at him, the men in the railroad yard yelled at him, -and when he crossed the tracks the engines tooted their whistles at -him. Altogether Lightfoot was very much frightened. - -On and on he ran. Some of the boys were getting closer now, for -Lightfoot could not run over the shiny rails as easily as they. - -“I’m going to get that goat!” cried the boy who had first seen -Lightfoot. - -Lightfoot heard the boy’s shout, though he did not understand the -words. The goat knew he must run faster and faster, and he did. He came -to a place near the line of the railroad tracks where he could see -some water. He knew what water was, for he drank it, and also, when it -rained hard, there was a little pond and a stream that formed on top of -the big rocks, so he was used to seeing large puddles. - -Lightfoot ran close to this water. The boys, racing after him, saw, and -one cried: - -“Oh, de goat’s goin’ t’ swim!” - -But Lightfoot was not going to do that. He was only looking for a -good place to hide. Pretty soon he saw it. Floating on the water was -something that looked like a little house. Smoke was coming from a -stovepipe in the roof, and beyond the house, and seeming to be a part -of it, were two big, long black holes. - -“Those holes would make a good place to hide,” thought Lightfoot. - -He ran up alongside of them and looked down. There was nothing in -them, and no one was in sight. The boys chasing after him were behind -some freight cars just then and could not see the goat. - -“I’ll hide down there,” said Lightfoot to himself. “It isn’t as far to -jump as it was from the top of the rocks to the roof of the shanty. -I’ll hide there.” - -Down into the dark hole, near the funny little house, leaped Lightfoot. -And where do you suppose he was now? - -He was down in the bottom of a canal boat, down in the big hole, in the -hold, as it is called, next to the cabin, or little house. In the hold, -though it was empty now, is loaded the cargo the boat carries――hay, -grain or coal. - -For the first time in his life Lightfoot was on a boat. - - - - -CHAPTER VIII - -LIGHTFOOT ON A VOYAGE - - -With a heart that beat hard and fast after his long run, Lightfoot, the -goat, crouched down in a dark corner of the hold in the canal boat. - -“My!” thought poor Lightfoot as he curled up in as small a space as he -could. “I got away from them just in time. I hope they don’t find me.” - -He listened with his ears pointed forward, just as a horse does when -he hears or sees something strange. There was a sort of thumping noise -somewhere in the canal boat, near the wooden wall or partition against -which Lightfoot was resting himself. - -There was a rattling of dishes and pans, and then Lightfoot heard the -noise of coal being put in the stove. He knew that sound, for in the -shanty of Widow Malony he had often heard it before, when Mike or his -mother would make a fire to cook a meal. - -And pretty soon Lightfoot smelled something cooking. He sniffed the air -in the dark hold of the canal boat. It was not the smell of such food -as Lightfoot cared to eat, for it was meat and potatoes being cooked. -And though he did like a cold boiled potato once in a while, he did not -want meat. - -“I wonder what is going on here?” thought the goat. - -If he had known, it was the noises in the cabin-kitchen of the canal -boat――the captain’s wife was getting dinner. For on these canal boats, -of which there are not so many now as there used to be, the captain and -his family live in a little house, or cabin, where they eat and sleep -just as if the house were on land. Instead it is on a boat, and the -boat is pulled by horses and mules from one city to another, bringing -to port coal, grain or whatever else they are loaded with. - -Lightfoot remained hiding in the dark hold, listening to the noises in -the kitchen cabin, and smelling the good smells. Then Lightfoot heard -voices in the cabin. It was the captain of the boat speaking to his -wife. - -“We’ll soon pull out of here,” he said. - -“Where are you going to voyage to now?” asked the captain’s wife. - -“To Buffalo,” he answered. “I’m going there to get a load of grain and -bring it back here.” - -[Illustration: Lightfoot ran close to this water, the boys racing after -him.] - -“Are you going to take the boat out empty?” asked the woman, as she set -a dish of potatoes and meat on the little table in the cabin. - -“No,” he answered, “we are going to travel a little way in the boat, -then we will take on a load of coal. We will carry that a hundred miles -or so, and then when we take that out the boat will be empty again, -and, after it is cleaned, we will go on to Buffalo and get the grain. -We will start soon.” - -Lightfoot heard all this through the wooden wall, but he did not know -what it meant. He looked about the hold as well as he could. He could -see no one in it. It was like being in a big, empty barn. - -Then Lightfoot heard the sound of some boys’ voices calling, and as -he remembered the boys, with the lumps of coal, who had chased him he -shrank farther back into a dark corner. - -Lightfoot could hear the patter of running feet. He did not want the -boys to find him. He heard them calling again. - -“Say, Mister, did you see a goat around here?” asked one of the boys. - -“Goat? No, I didn’t see a goat.” It was the canal boat captain talking. -“Get away from here now! I’m going to start the boat soon, and if you -don’t want to be taken away on her you’d better go ashore.” - -“Come on, fellers!” cried the boy who had first seen Lightfoot. “That -goat ain’t here. He must have run up along the canal,” and away ran the -boys, which was just what Lightfoot wanted. - -Up above him Lightfoot could see the glimmer of daylight, for the -hatches, or covers of the hold, were off, now that it was empty. When -the boat was loaded with grain the covers would be put on, but they -were not needed for coal, since water does not harm that. - -“Well, I seem to be down in a sort of big hole,” thought Lightfoot, as -he looked up. “It was easy enough to jump down, but I don’t know that -I can jump out again. However, I don’t want to do that now. I want to -stay where I am so those boys can’t get me. But I wish Mike were here -with me.” - -Lightfoot was beginning to feel a little lonesome, but there was so -much that was new and strange all about him that he did not feel -homesick long. He kept on walking to the other end of the canal boat. - -Then he sniffed the air. He heard noises which he knew were made by -horses, and then he caught the smell of hay, oats and straw. - -“I must be near a stable,” said Lightfoot. “But I don’t understand it. -What does it mean?” - -He walked on a little farther and soon he came to another wooden wall. -Behind it he could hear horses, or mules, he did not know which, -chewing their food and stamping about in their stalls. Lightfoot -thought this was queer. - -But those of you who have seen canal boats know what it was. Each boat -has to carry on it several teams of horses or mules to pull the boat -along, since one pair of horses would get tired if they pulled all the -while. - -A canal, you know, is a long ditch, or stream of water, going from one -city to another. Men cut the ditch through the earth and then let the -water flow in so boats will float. - -Along the side of the ditch of water is a little road, called a -“towpath,” and along this the horses walk, pulling, or towing, the -canal boat by a rope that is fastened to the boat at one end and to the -collars of the horses at the other end. In fact the horses pull the -canal boat along the water much as Lightfoot pulled the goat wagon in -which the children rode. - -Years ago there were many canal boats, but now, since there are so many -railroads, the canals are not so often used, for it is slower traveling -on them than on the railroad trains, which go very fast. - -“Well, I certainly am in a queer place,” thought Lightfoot. “I don’t -know whether I am going to like it or not. Still it is better than -being beaten with a stick, or having boys chase after you with lumps of -coal.” - -He listened to the horses stamping about in their stalls, and chewing -their food. Then there were more noises, and the sound of men calling: -“Gid-dap there!” Next came the pounding of horses’ hoofs on wooden -planks, and the voices of men shouting. - -“What in the world is going on?” thought Lightfoot. - -“Hello, in there, you horses. What is going on, if you please?” he -called. - -He could hear that the horses stopped chewing their oats; and one said -to another: - -“What is that?” - -“I don’t know,” was the answer. “It sounded as if somebody were in the -hold.” - -“That’s just where I am,” said Lightfoot. - -“Who are you?” asked a horse. - -“Lightfoot, the leaping goat,” was the answer. And then Lightfoot told -something of himself and the adventures he had had so far――of why he -ran away from the park, and, to get away from the boys, of having -jumped down into the boat. - -“Well, if you’re there,” said a horse on the other side of the wall, -“you’re likely to stay for some time. It is too high for you to jump -out.” - -“I see it is,” answered Lightfoot, “even though I am called the -leaping goat. But what will happen to me?” - -“You are going on a voyage now,” was the answer of the horse. “That -noise you heard was the captain leading some of the horses out of our -stable, here on the boat, over a board, called a gangway, to the canal -towpath. Very soon they will begin to pull the boat along the canal, -and, after a while, it will be our turn. You are going on a voyage, -Lightfoot.” - -“Is a voyage nice?” asked the goat. - -“You had better wait and see,” was the answer. - -“I wish I could come in your stable,” said Lightfoot. “I would not take -up much room.” - -“You would be welcome,” said a horse, “but there is no way for you to -get in unless you can get out of the hold, on to the towpath and come -down the plank. Some day maybe you can do that.” - -“I hope so,” said Lightfoot, who was now getting very hungry. - -Just then the captain called: - -“All aboard! Cast off the lines!” - -And the next thing Lightfoot knew was that the boat began slowly to -move. It had started up the canal. Lightfoot was on a voyage, though -where he was going he did not know. - - - - -CHAPTER IX - -LIGHTFOOT GOES ASHORE - - -Lightfoot, down in the hold of the canal boat, felt the craft slipping -through the water easily. He was being carried with it. - -“Well, this is not so bad, for a start,” thought the goat. “It is much -easier than riding in a wagon, as I once did.” - -When Lightfoot was a small goat, before he had come to live with Mike -and his mother, he remembered being taken from one place to another, -shut up in a box and carried in a wagon. The wagon jolted over the -rough road, tossing Lightfoot from side to side and hurting his side. -The motion of the canal boat was much easier, for there were no waves -in the canal, except at times when a steam canal boat might pass, and -even then the waves were not large enough to make the _Sallie Jane_ bob -about. _Sallie Jane_ was the name of the boat on which Lightfoot was -riding. - -“This is a nicer ride than I had in the wagon,” thought Lightfoot, -“only I don’t know where I am going. But then,” he thought, “I didn’t -know where I was going the other time. However, I came to a nice -place――the shanty where Mike and his mother lived, and maybe I’ll go to -a nice place now. Anything is better than being beaten with a stick and -chased by boys with lumps of coal to throw at you.” - -Then Lightfoot began to feel more hungry. From somewhere, though the -exact place he did not know, he could smell hay and oats. - -“I guess it must be from the stable where the horses are that I was -talking to,” he said to himself. “I’m going to ask them if they can’t -hand me out something to eat. It isn’t any fun to be hungry, even if -you are on a canal boat voyage.” - -So Lightfoot went to the end of the boat where the stable was, and, -tapping on the wall with his horns, waited for an answer: - -“What is it, Lightfoot?” asked one of the horses, for he had told them -his name. - -“If you please,” said the goat, “I am very hungry. Could you not kindly -pass me out some of the hay or oats that I smell?” - -“We would be glad to do so,” said a kind horse, “only we can not. There -is no opening from our stable into the hold where you are. If you -could jump out you could get right in where we are.” - -“I’m afraid I can’t do that,” said Lightfoot. “It is pretty high to -jump. But I’ll try.” - -Lightfoot did try to jump up, but he could not. It is easy to jump -down, but not easy, even for a goat, to jump up. - -“I can’t do it!” sighed the goat. “And the smell of your hay and oats -makes me very hungry! Why is it I can smell it so plainly if there is -no opening from your stable to where I am?” - -“I don’t know,” answered one horse. - -“No, but I do!” whinnied another. “Don’t you remember, Stamper,” he -said to the horse in the stall next to him, “on the last voyage this -boat was loaded with hay and grain? Some of that must be left around in -the corners of the hold. That is what Lightfoot smells so plainly.” - -“So it is,” said the first horse. Then he called: “Lightfoot, look and -smell all around you. Maybe you will find some wisps of hay or some -little piles of grain in the dark corners of the hold where you are. If -you do find them, eat them.” - -“Thank you, I will!” called Lightfoot. - -Then he began to walk around in the big hollow part of the canal boat, -sniffing here and there in corners and cracks for something to eat. He -could smell hay very plainly, and as he went toward a corner, in which -some boards were piled, the smell was very much stronger. Then, all of -a sudden, Lightfoot found what he was looking for. - -“Oh, here’s a nice pile of hay!” he called, and the horses in their -stalls heard him. - -“That’s good,” one of them said. “Now you will not be hungry any more, -Lightfoot.” - -“No, I guess I won’t,” said the goat. “At last, after I have had some -bad luck, I am going to have some good.” - -Then he began to eat the wisps of hay which had lodged in the corner -of the canal boat when the cargo had been unloaded a few days before. -There was hay enough for more goats than Lightfoot, but the men who -unloaded the canal boat did not bother to sweep up the odds and ends, -so the goat traveler had all he wanted. - -After Lightfoot had eaten he felt sleepy, and, lulled by the pleasant -and easy motion of the canal boat, he cuddled up in a corner near the -horse-cabin, and, after telling his unseen friends what had happened to -him, he went to sleep. - -How long he slept Lightfoot did not know, but he was suddenly awakened -by hearing a rumbling sound, like thunder. - -“Hello! What’s this?” cried the goat, jumping up. “If it’s going to -rain I had better look for some shelter.” - -“Oh, it isn’t going to rain,” said a voice from the horse stable. -“Those who have been pulling the boat are tired and are coming down the -plank into their stalls. We are going out to take their places. It is -our turn now.” - -“Oh, I see,” returned Lightfoot. “But how do you horses get on shore? -Do you swim across the canal?” - -“No, though we could do that,” said Cruncher, a horse who was called -that because he crushed his oats so finely. “You see,” he went on, -“when the captain wants to change the teams on the towpath he steers -the boat close to the shore. Then he puts a plank, with cross-pieces, -or cleats, nailed on it, so we won’t slip, down to our stable, and we -walk up, go ashore, and take our places at the end of the towline. The -tired horses come in to rest and eat.” - -“Then is the boat close to the shore now?” asked Lightfoot. - -“Yes, right close up against the bank,” answered Cruncher as he made -ready to go out on the towpath. - -“Oh, I wish I could get ashore,” said Lightfoot. “I like you horses, -and I like this boat, because it saved me from the boys who were -chasing me, but still I had rather be out where I can see the sun.” - -“I don’t blame you,” said Nibbler, who was called that because he used -to nibble the edge of his manger. “Sometimes I get tired of this dark -stable. But then, twice a day, we go out in the air to pull the boat.” - -“Do you think I could get on shore?” asked Lightfoot. - -“Well, if you could jump up out of the hold, where you are, you could,” -said Cruncher, his hoofs making a noise like thunder on the planks as -he walked up. “If you can do that you can go ashore.” - -“I’m going to try,” said Lightfoot, and he began jumping up as high as -he could to get out of the deep hole into which he had leaped. - -But, jump as he did, Lightfoot could not get out of the hold. It was -like being down in a deep well. If he had been a cat, with sharp claws -to stick in the wooden sides of the boat, or a bear, like Dido, the -dancing chap, Lightfoot might have got out. But as he was neither of -these, he could not. - -Again and again he tried, but it was of no use. Then he felt the boat -moving again, and he knew it was being pulled along the canal by the -horses. - -“There is no use jumping any more,” thought Lightfoot. “If I did jump -out now I would only land in the water. I must stay here until I can -find some other way to get out.” - -Lightfoot found more hay and a mouthful of grain in one of the corners -of the boat, and after he had eaten he felt better. But still he was -lonesome and homesick. - -Pretty soon it grew dark, and Lightfoot could see the stars shining -over head. He cuddled up in a corner, among some old bags, and went to -sleep. - -For three days Lightfoot traveled on in the canal boat. All he could -see were the dark sides of the hole in which he was. He could talk to -the horses through the wooden walls of their stable, but he could not -see them. - -Now and then the boat would pull up to shore, and the tired horses -would come aboard while the others would take their turn at the -towrope. All this while Lightfoot lived on the hay and grain he found -in the cracks and corners of the canal boat. Had it not been for this -the goat would have starved, for neither the captain nor his wife knew -Lightfoot was on board, and the horses, much as they wished, could not -pass the goat any of their food. - -One day the boat was kept along the shore towpath for a long while. -Lightfoot tried again to jump out but could not. Then, all at once he -heard a very loud noise. It was louder than that made by the hoofs of -the horses, and the goat cried: - -“Surely that is thunder!” - -He saw something black tumble down into the hold at the end farthest -from him. - -“No, it is not thunder,” said Cruncher. “The captain is loading the -boat with coal. Don’t be afraid.” - -“I’m not afraid,” said Lightfoot. “Only coal is very black and dirty -stuff.” - -“Yes, it is,” agreed Nibbler. “But it may be a good thing for you, -Lightfoot.” - -“How?” asked the goat. - -“In this way,” said Nibbler. “I have seen this boat loaded with coal -before. They fill the hold as full as they can, and they don’t put the -covers on.” - -“But if they fill it full,” said Lightfoot, “they will cover me with -the coal, and then how can I get out?” - -“I’ll tell you,” answered Nibbler. “They will not fill all the boat at -once. It takes about two days. And when half the boat is full the coal -is in a pile in the middle, like a hill. You can climb up the side of -the coal-hill, Lightfoot, and then you will be out of the hold. You can -scramble up on top of our stable-cabin and from there you can easily -jump to shore.” - -“Oh, that will be fine!” cried the goat. - -“Do you think you can walk up the hill of coal in this boat?” asked -Cruncher. - -“Surely I can,” Lightfoot said. “I could climb up the rocky, rocky path -back of the cabin, and surely I can climb up the coal hill.” - -All that day men with wheelbarrows dumped coal into the hold of the -canal boat. It made a black dust, and Lightfoot kept as far away from -it as he could. - -“It is a good thing I am going to get out,” he said. “For the coal will -soon cover up all my hay and grain and I would starve.” - -Lightfoot waited until after dark, so no one would see him. Then he -scrambled up the sloping sides of the pile of coal in the middle of the -canal boat until he could jump to the edge and so to the roof of the -stable cabin. - -“Good-by, kind horses,” he called to Cruncher and the others. “I am -sorry I can’t stop to see you, but I had better go ashore.” - -“Yes, while you have the chance,” said Nibbler. - -Then, with a nimble leap, Lightfoot jumped from the canal boat to the -towpath. He had gone ashore. - -“I wonder what adventures I’ll have next,” he said to himself as he -wiggled his way into the bushes at the edge of the path. - - - - -CHAPTER X - -LIGHTFOOT IN THE WOODS - - -Without stopping to look back at the canal boat from which he had -escaped, Lightfoot ran on through the bushes, and soon found himself in -some woods. He was afraid some one from the boat might run after him, -and take him back there. - -“Not that it was such a bad place,” thought the goat, as he went in and -out among the trees; “but it is no fun to be in a place from which you -can’t get away when you want to. If it had not been that they made a -little hill of coal in the boat maybe I’d never have gotten away. - -“I liked those horses, though I never saw them, and the hay and grain -in the cracks was good eating. Still I had rather be out here and free.” - -No one except the canal horses knew Lightfoot had been on the boat. The -captain and his wife had not seen him jump down into the hold, nor had -the boys picking coal. They only imagined the goat might be somewhere -near the boat when they asked about him, but they really had not seen -him get aboard. - -Lightfoot ran on a little farther and then, thinking he was safe, -hidden behind a bush, turned and looked back. He was on a side hill -that ran along the canal, and he could look down on the towpath. He saw -a team of horses hitched to a long rope, which, in turn, was fast to -the canal boat. - -“There are my kind friends, the horses,” thought Lightfoot. “But I -don’t know which ones they are. I wish I could stop and speak to them, -but it would not be safe. Anyhow I said good-by to them, and thanked -them.” - -As Lightfoot looked, the team pulling the canal boat turned around a -curve in the towpath and were soon out of sight. Then, once more, the -goat turned and went on into the woods. - -“Well, I shall not be hungry here, anyhow,” thought Lightfoot. “There -are more bushes and trees here than in the park where Mike used to -drive me about, hitched to the little wagon. I wonder if I am allowed -to eat these leaves.” - -Lightfoot looked around. He saw no policemen or park guards, such as he -had seen when he was in the other place, and, as he felt a bit hungry -after his run, he nibbled some of the green leaves. They had a good -taste and he ate many of them. No one called to him to stop, and no one -hit him with a stick. - -“This is a good place,” thought Lightfoot. - -As with most animals, when he had eaten well, the goat felt sleepy, and -picking out a smooth grassy place beneath some trees he cuddled up, and -was soon asleep. - -How long he slept Lightfoot did not know, but when he awakened he had -a feeling that he wished he was back with Mike again, drawing children -about the park. Whether Lightfoot had dreamed about his shanty home -amid the rocks I do not know. I do not know whether or not animals -dream, but I think they do. - -At any rate Lightfoot felt lonesome. He missed the cheerful whistle of -the Irish boy, and he missed, too, the nice combing and rubbing-down -that his master, Mike, used to give him every morning in order to keep -his coat in good condition. - -Some of the goats that lived on the rocks had coats very rough with -tangled hairs, to say nothing of the burrs and thistles that clung to -them. But Mike kept Lightfoot slick and neat, brushing him as a groom -brushes his horses. - -“But I don’t look very slick now,” thought Lightfoot, as he turned his -head and saw a lot of burdock burrs on one side, while the other side -carried a tangle of a piece of a briar brush. “I must clean myself up a -bit,” thought the goat. - -By twisting and turning about, using first one hind foot and then the -other, as a cat scratches her ears, Lightfoot managed to get rid of -most of the things that had clung to him as he tore his way through the -bushes. Then he walked on again, until, feeling thirsty, he began to -sniff the air for water. For goats and other animals can smell water -before they can see it, though to us clean water has no smell at all. - -Lightfoot soon found a little spring in the woods, and from it ran a -brook of water, sparkling over the green, mossy stones. - -As Lightfoot leaned over to get a drink from the spring he started back -in surprise. - -“Why!” he exclaimed to himself. “Why! There’s another goat down there -under the water. He’s a black goat. I’m white.” - -Lightfoot thought for a moment as he drew back from the edge of the -spring. Then he said to himself: - -“Well, if it’s only another goat I needn’t be afraid, for we will be -friends.” - -He went to the spring again and looked down into the clear water. -Again he saw the black goat, and he was just going to speak, asking -him how he felt, what his name was, where he came from and so on, when -Lightfoot happened to notice that the black goat moved in exactly -the same way, and did the same things that he, himself, did. Then he -understood. - -“Ha! Ha!” laughed Lightfoot to himself. “How silly I am! That is only -my reflection in the spring, just as if it were a looking glass. But -what makes me so black on my face, I wonder?” - -Then he remembered. - -“It’s the black coal dust, of course!” he cried. “It must have stuck to -me all over, but I brushed some of it off when I went to sleep in the -grass. Now I must wash my face.” - -He glanced once more into the spring looking glass, and saw that indeed -he was quite dirty from the coal dust. Taking a long drink of the cool -water he went below the spring to the brook, and there he waded in and -splashed around in the water until he was quite clean. This made him -feel hungry again, and he ate more leaves and grass. - -“And now,” said Lightfoot, as he noticed the sun going down in the -west, and knew that it would soon be night, “it’s time for me to think -of what I’m going to do.” - -Lightfoot was not afraid to stay out alone in the woods all night. He -had spent many a night on the rocks, though of course the other goats -had been with him then. But he was a bigger and older goat now, and he -was not afraid of being alone. Of course a little kid might have been, -but Lightfoot was a kid no longer. - -“I’ll stay here to-night, I think,” said the goat after a while. “It -is good to be near water so you can drink when thirsty. I’ll stay here -to-night and in the morning I’ll try to find my way back to Mike.” - -Lightfoot slept well that night, for it was not cold, and in the -morning, after he had eaten some leaves and grass and had drunk some -water he started out to find the Malony shanty near the rocks. - -But a goat is not like a dog or a cat, some of which can find their way -home after having been taken many miles from it. So, after wandering -about in the woods, and finding no place that looked like his former -home, Lightfoot gave up. - -“It’s of no use,” he said. “I guess I am lost. I must have come farther -in that canal boat than I knew. Well, the woods are a good place to -stay. I shall not be hungry here.” - -Lightfoot wandered on and on for several days. Once some boys, who were -in the woods gathering flowers, saw the goat behind some bushes. - -“Oh, let’s chase after him!” called one, and they ran toward Lightfoot. - -But the goat leaped away and soon left the boys far behind. If one of -them had been Mike, Lightfoot would have gone to him, but Mike was not -there. - -One day as Lightfoot was wandering through the woods, wishing he were -back in his home again, for he was lonesome, having no one to talk to -but the birds, he heard a noise in the bushes. - -It was a smashing, crashing sort of noise, as though made by some big -animal. - -“Maybe it is one of the canal horses,” thought Lightfoot. “I hope it -is. They’ll be company for me. Maybe one of them ran away.” - -He looked through the underbrush and saw a big, shaggy, brown animal, -standing on its hind feet. With its front paws it was pulling berries -from a bush and eating them. - -“Excuse me,” said Lightfoot in animal language. “But could you tell me -the way to the Widow Malony’s shanty?” - -The big animal stopped eating berries, looked up at the goat in -surprise and asked, in a sort of growly voice: - -“Who are you?” - -“I am Lightfoot, the leaping goat,” was the answer. “Who are you?” - -“I am Dido, the dancing bear, I am glad to meet you. Come over and have -some berries,” and Lightfoot went. - - - - -CHAPTER XI - -LIGHTFOOT MEETS SLICKO - - -Lightfoot and Dido stood looking at one another for a few seconds. It -was the first time the goat had ever seen a bear, for though there were -wild animals in the park where Mike used to drive him, Lightfoot had -never been taken near the bear dens. But it was not the first time Dido -had seen a goat. - -“Do you like raspberries?” asked Dido, pulling a branch toward him with -his big paw and stripping them off into his big red mouth. - -“I don’t know,” answered the goat. “I never ate any.” - -“Help yourself,” invited Dido. “Just reach out your paw and with your -long claw-nails strip off the berries into your mouth.” - -“But I haven’t any paw,” said Lightfoot. - -“That’s right, you haven’t,” observed Dido reflectively, scratching his -black nose. “Well, you have a mouth, anyhow, that’s one good thing. -You’ll have to pick off the berries one by one in your lips. You can do -that.” - -“Yes, I think I can do that,” answered Lightfoot, and he did. At first -the briars on the berry bush stuck him, but he soon found a way to keep -clear of them. Dido did not seem to mind them in the least. - -“Did you say you were a dancing bear?” asked Lightfoot of his new -friend, when they had eaten as many berries as they wanted. - -“Yes, I can dance. Wait, I’ll show you,” and in a little glade in the -woods Dido began to dance slowly about. - -“That’s fine!” said Lightfoot. “I wish I could dance.” - -“Can you do any tricks?” asked Dido. “I can play soldier, turn -somersaults and things like that.” - -“I can draw children about the park in a little cart,” said the goat, -“and I am a good jumper, I’ll show you,” and he gave a big jump from a -log to a large, flat rock. - -“You _are_ a good jumper,” said Dido. “That is much farther than I -could jump. Some of the men in the circus could jump farther than that, -though.” - -“What do you know about a circus?” asked Lightfoot. - -[Illustration: “That’s fine!” said Lightfoot. “I wish I could dance.”] - -“I used to be in one,” answered Dido. “In fact I may go back again. I -am out now, traveling around with my master who blows a brass horn to -gather together the boys and girls. And when they stand in a circle -around me I do my tricks and my master takes up the pennies in his hat. -It’s lots of fun.” - -“Where is your master now?” asked Lightfoot. - -“He is asleep, not far away, under a tree. He lets me wander off by -myself, for he knows I would not run away. I like him too much and I -like the circus. I want to go back to it.” - -“I met some one who was in a circus,” said Lightfoot. - -“Who?” the dancing bear asked. - -“Tinkle, a pony,” answered the goat. - -“Why, I know him!” cried Dido. “He is a jolly pony chap. He draws a -little boy and girl about in a cart.” - -“That’s right,” said Lightfoot. “I did the same thing for the children -in the park. Oh, how I wish I were back with my master, Mike,” and he -told about his adventures, and the dancing bear told his, speaking of -having been put in a book, like Tinkle. - -“Do you think you could tell me the way back to the shanty at the foot -of the rocks, where I made my first big jump?” asked Lightfoot of Dido, -after a while. - -The bear thought for a minute. - -“No,” he answered slowly, in animal talk, “I don’t believe I could, -I’m sorry to say. I have traveled about in many places, but if I have -gone past the shanty where the Widow Malony lives, I do not remember -it.” - -Just then came through the woods a sound like: - -“Ta-ra! Ta-ra! Ta-rattie tara!” - -“What’s that?” asked Lightfoot, in surprise. - -“That’s my master, blowing the brass horn to tell me to come back,” -answered Dido. “I must go. Well, I’m glad to have met you. And if you -ever get to the circus give my regards to Tum Tum, the jolly elephant, -and Mappo, the merry monkey.” - -“I will,” promised Lightfoot. “I have heard Tinkle, the trick pony, -speak of both of them. Good-by!” - -“Good-by!” called Dido, and, with a wave of his big paw, stained from -the berries he had pulled off to eat, he lumbered away through the -woods to his master who was blowing the horn for him. - -“Well, I had a nice visit,” said Lightfoot to himself as he ate a few -more berries. “Dido would be good company, but I can not travel with -him, as I can do no tricks. I wonder if I shall ever find my own home -again.” - -On and on through the woods wandered Lightfoot. Now and then he would -stop to nibble some grass or leaves, and again to get a drink from -some spring or brook. When he was tired he would stretch out under a -bush or a tree and go to sleep. Then he would wander on again. - -The second night in the woods found him far from the canal, and -much farther from the park and his home near the big rocks. He was -completely lost now, and did not know where he was. But it was not so -bad as if a boy or a girl were lost. For Lightfoot could find plenty to -eat all around him. He had but to stop and nibble it. And, as it was -Summer, it was warm enough to sleep out of doors without any shelter, -such as a barn or a shed. - -One day as Lightfoot was eating some blackberries in the way Dido, the -dancing bear, had taught him, he heard a noise in the bushes as though -some one were coming through. - -“Oh, maybe that is the dancing bear!” exclaimed the lonesome goat. “I -hope it is.” - -An animal presently jumped through the bushes out on the path and stood -looking at Lightfoot; but at first glance the leaping goat saw that it -was not Dido. It was a small white animal, with very large ears, one of -which drooped over, giving the animal a comical look. - -“Hello!” exclaimed Lightfoot in a friendly voice. “I don’t believe I’ve -seen you before.” - -“Maybe not,” was the answer. “But I’ve seen you, or some one like you. -A boy, in whose woodshed I once lived, had a goat like you.” - -“Was his name Mike?” asked Lightfoot eagerly. And then he knew it could -not be, for he knew his Mike had no such animal as this. - -“No, his name was not Mike,” was the answer. “But what is your name?” - -“Lightfoot.” - -“Mine’s Flop Ear, and I’m a rabbit. A funny rabbit some folks call me. -I’m in a book.” - -“This is queer,” said Lightfoot. “You speak about being in a book. So -did Dido, the dancing bear.” - -“Oh, did you meet Dido?” cried Flop Ear, looking at Lightfoot in a -funny way. “Isn’t he the dearest old bear that ever was?” - -“I liked him,” said Lightfoot. - -“And he’s almost as jolly as Tum Tum, the jolly elephant. Tum Tum is in -a book, too.” - -“What’s all this about being in a book?” asked Lightfoot. - -“Well, I don’t exactly understand it myself,” answered Flop Ear. “But -I know children like to read the books about us. Tell me, have you had -any adventures?” - -“I should say I had!” cried Lightfoot. “I ran away, and I was on a -canal boat, and I climbed a hill of coal and――” - -“That’s enough!” cried Flop Ear, raising one paw. “You’ll find -yourself in a book before you know it. Then you’ll understand without -my telling you. Would you like to have a bit of cabbage?” - -“I should say I would,” cried Lightfoot. “I’ve been living on grass, -berries and leaves――” - -“Well, I brought some cabbage leaves with me when I came for a walk -this morning,” said Flop Ear, “and there’s more than I want, and you -are welcome to them.” From the ground where he had dropped it Flop Ear -picked up a cabbage leaf and hopped with it over to Lightfoot. The goat -was glad to get it, and while he was chewing it he told the rabbit -of running away from the park. In his turn Flop Ear told how he had -been caught by a boy and how he had gnawed his way out with the mice, -meeting Grandma Munch in the woods. - -“And so I’ve lived in the woods ever since,” said Flop Ear. - -“Could you tell me how to get out of the woods and back to my home with -Mike, near the rocks?” asked Lightfoot. - -“I’m sorry, but I can’t,” answered the rabbit. - -The rabbit and the goat talked in animal language for some little -time longer, then Flop Ear said he must go back to his burrow, or -underground home. - -“And I’ll travel on and see if I can find my home,” said Lightfoot. -“I’ve been lost long enough.” - -For two or three days more Lightfoot wandered about in the woods. He -looked everywhere, but he could not find his home near the rocks. One -afternoon, as he was asleep under a tree, he was suddenly awakened by -feeling something hit him on the nose. - -“I wonder if it’s going to rain?” said Lightfoot, jumping up suddenly. -Then something hit him on his left horn and bounded off. Lightfoot saw -that it was an acorn, many of which he had seen in the woods. - -“I guess it fell off a tree,” he said. - -“No, it didn’t. I dropped it,” said a chattering voice in the air. “I -am lonesome and I wanted some one to talk to. So I awakened you by -dropping an acorn on your pretty black nose. Excuse me.” - -“But who are you and where are you?” asked Lightfoot. - -“I am Slicko, the jumping squirrel,” was the answer, “and I’m perched -on a limb right over your head.” - -Lightfoot looked up, and there, surely enough, was a little gray animal -with a very big tail, much larger than Lightfoot’s small one. - - - - -CHAPTER XII - -LIGHTFOOT’S NEW HOME - - -Leaving Lightfoot and Slicko talking together in the woods, we will go -back a little while and see what is happening in the shanty near the -rocks, where Mike Malony lived with his widowed mother. Mike came in -one day, after a long search through the park. Though it was several -weeks since Lightfoot had run away the boy never gave up hope that, -some day, he would find his pet. - -“Well, Mike me lad, did you hear anything of your goat?” asked Mrs. -Malony. - -“No, Mother,” was the answer, “and I don’t believe I ever shall. -Lightfoot is gone forever.” - -“Oh, don’t say that, Mike! He may come back. And if he doesn’t, can’t -you take one of the other goats and train it to drag a cart?” - -“No,” said Mike, with a shake of his head, “I couldn’t do that. The -other goats are for giving milk, and the like of that, but they -wouldn’t be like Lightfoot for drawing the children. No goat will be -like Lightfoot to me. I’ll have to get work at something else, I -guess, Mother.” - -“I’m afraid you will, Mike me boy,” said his mother, and now as she -was a bit sad, she was not smiling at her freckle-faced and red-haired -son. “Our money is almost gone, and we need more to buy something to -eat. Lucky it is we have no rent to pay. You had better look for a job, -Mike.” - -Mike did, but work was not to be had. Meanwhile the money which the -Widow Malony had put away was getting less and less. Mike came in one -day, tired, and feeling very unhappy, for he had walked far looking for -work without finding it. He had even tried training one of the other -goats to draw a cart, but they did not seem able to learn, being too -old, I suppose. Blackie had been sold to bring in a little money. - -“Well, maybe better luck will come to-morrow, lad. Don’t give up. -Whist!” she cried. “There’s the letter man’s whistle. Sure he can’t be -comin’ here!” - -“But he is, Mother!” cried Mike. “Maybe it’s some of the men I gave me -name to, sendin’ for me to give me work.” - -With trembling hands Mrs. Malony opened the letter. When she had read -it she cried: - -“Th’ saints be praised, Mikey me lad. Our troubles are over now! Our -troubles are over now!” - -“How?” asked Mike. - -“Sure I’ve been left a farm, Mike! A farm with green grass and a house, -and cows and a place to raise hay and a horse to haul it to market. -Read!” - -Mike read the letter. It was true. A cousin of his mother, who had -known her in Ireland, had died and left her his farm, as she was his -nearest relative. The letter was from the lawyers saying she could -claim the farm and live on it as soon as she pleased. - -The troubles of the Widow Malony and her son were indeed over as far -as money was concerned. They sold what few things they had, even the -goats, for it would be hard to carry them along, and then, bidding -good-by to the other squatters, they moved to the farm that had been -left them. It was many miles from the big city, out in the country. - -“Sure ’tis a grand farm!” cried Mike as he saw the snug house in which -he and his mother were to live. “’Tis a grand farm entirely. And would -ye look at the river right next door! I can go swimmin’ in that and -sail a boat.” - -“’Tis no river, Mike, me boy,” said his mother. “That’s a canal, same -as the one that runs near the big city where we come from, though I -guess you were never over that far.” - -“No,” said Mike, “I was not. A canal; eh? Sure it’s a funny thing. A -river made by men,” and he sat down to look at it. - -But there were many things to do on the Malony farm, and Mike and his -mother were happy in doing them, for now they saw better times ahead of -them. - -“Sure this would be a fine place for Lightfoot,” said Mike as he sat -on the steps one day and looked across the green fields. “He’d be fair -wild with th’ delight of it here,” and his face was a bit sad as he -thought of his lost pet. - -It was about the time that the farm had been left to the widow and her -son that Lightfoot met Slicko the jumping squirrel in the woods as I -have told you. - -“And so you were lonesome! And that’s the reason you awakened me by -dropping a nut on my nose?” asked Lightfoot of Slicko. - -“Yes,” was the answer. “And I guess you are glad it wasn’t Mappo, the -merry monkey, who tried to wake you up that way.” - -“Why?” asked Lightfoot. - -“Because Mappo would likely have dropped a cocoanut on your nose, and -that’s bigger and heavier than an acorn.” - -“Well, I guess it is,” laughed Lightfoot. “I’m glad you didn’t do that. -But why are you lonesome?” - -“I am looking for a rabbit named Flop Ear to play with,” answered -Slicko. “He and I used to have jolly times together. We were both -caught, but we were both let go again, and since then we have lived in -these woods. But I haven’t seen him for some days.” - -“I met him, not long ago,” said Lightfoot. “Did he have one ear that -drooped over in a queer way?” - -“Yes, that was Flop Ear,” answered the squirrel. “Please tell me where -to find him. I want to have some fun. We have both had many adventures -that have been put in books, and we like to talk about them.” - -“So you have been put in a book, too,” said Lightfoot. “It is getting -to be quite fashionable, as the ladies in the park used to say. I’d -like to be in a book myself.” - -“Perhaps you may be,” said Slicko. “I’ll tell you how I got in after I -have some fun with Flop Ear. Please tell me where I can find him.” - -“I left him over that way,” and Lightfoot pointed with his horns. - -“Thank you. I’ll see you again, I hope,” and Slicko was scampering away -with a nut in her mouth when Lightfoot called after her: - -“Can you tell me where to find a canal? I was carried away on a canal -boat, and I think now, if I can find the canal, I can walk along the -path beside it and get to my own home. I am tired of wandering in the -woods.” - -“There is a large brook of water over that way,” said Slicko, pointing -with her front paw from the tree. “I have heard them call it a canal. -Maybe that is what you are looking for.” - -“Oh, thank you. Maybe it is,” said Lightfoot. “I’ll know it as soon as -I see it again.” - -Leaving the jumping squirrel to frisk her way among the tree branches, -Lightfoot set off to find the “brook” as Slicko had called the canal. -It did not take him long to find it, for it curved around in a half -circle to meet the very woods in which the leaping goat then was. - -“Yes, it’s the same canal,” said Lightfoot, as he saw coming slowly -along it a boat drawn by two big-eared mules. “Now all I have to do is -to follow the towpath, and I’ll soon be at the big city again, and I -can then find my way back to the shanty on the rocks, and Mike.” - -Lightfoot might have reached the city had he walked the right way along -the canal bank, but he hurried along away from the big city instead of -toward it. Day after day he wandered on, and whenever he saw any men or -boys he hid in the trees or bushes along the towpath. - -“I wonder when I shall come to the city,” thought Lightfoot, who was -getting tired. - -On and on he went. He did not stop to speak to any of the canal horses -or mules. When he was hungry he ate grass or leaves, and when he was -thirsty he drank from woodland brooks or from the canal, where the -banks were not too steep. - -One day Lightfoot came to a place where the canal passed through a -little village. The goat could see people moving about, some on the -banks of the canal. - -“This does not look like the big city,” said the goat. “I think I will -ask one of the canal horses.” - -He stepped from the bushes out on the path, and was just going to -speak to a horse, one of a team that was hauling a boat loaded with -sweet-smelling hay in bales, when a boy, who was driving the team, saw -the goat and cried: - -“Ha! There is a Billie! I’m going to get him!” and he raced after -Lightfoot. But the goat was not going to be caught. Along the towpath -he ran, the boy after him. Lightfoot knew he could easily get away, but -then, right in front of him, came another boy with a long whip. This -boy, too, was driving a team of horses hitched to another canal boat. - -“Stop that goat!” cried the first boy. - -“I will,” said the other, holding out his whip. - -[Illustration: “Mother, Mother!” he cried. “Look! Look! It――it’s -Lightfoot――come back to us!”] - -Lightfoot did not know what to do. He did not want to run into the -woods on one side of the path, for fear he would be lost again. Nor -could he swim if he jumped into the canal. And then he saw, right in -front of him, a bridge over the water. - -“That’s my chance,” thought the goat, and lightly he leaped to one -side, getting away from both boys, and over the bridge he ran. The boys -did not dare leave their horses long enough to follow. - -Over the bridge and down a country road on the other side of the canal -ran Lightfoot. He saw some cows and sheep in the fields on either side -of the road. Then he saw a little white house with green shutters. In -the front yard, picking some flowers, was a woman. Lightfoot looked at -her. - -“I wonder――I wonder,” said Lightfoot slowly to himself, “where I have -seen that woman before, for I am sure I have.” - -The woman kept on picking flowers. Lightfoot stood near the gate -watching her, but she did not see him. Pretty soon she called: - -“Mike, bring me the watering can. The flower beds are dry.” - -“All right, Mother, I will. Sure if I had Lightfoot back again I’d make -a little sprinkling cart and have him draw it. It’s a grand place for -goats――the country farm.” - -Lightfoot pricked up his ears. He could not understand it. But that -name Mike――that voice―― - -He walked into the yard. The woman picking flowers looked up. Mike -came along with the sprinkling can, and when he saw the goat he nearly -dropped it. - -“Mother, Mother!” he cried. “Look! Look! It――it’s Lightfoot――come back -to us!” - -“Lightfoot?” - -“Sure! Look at the likes of him as fine as ever――finer! Oh, Lightfoot, -I’m so glad!” And this time Mike did drop the watering pot, splashing -the water all about as he ran forward to throw his arms around the -goat’s neck while Mrs. Malony patted him. - -And so Lightfoot came to his new home. By mistake he had gone the wrong -way, but it turned out just right. He could not tell how glad he was to -see Mike and his mother again, for he could not speak their language. -But when Lightfoot met the horses, the cows and the pigs on the farm -the widow and her son owned, the goat told them all his adventures, -just as I have written them down in this book. - -“Lightfoot has come back to me! Lightfoot has come back!” sang Mike. “I -wonder how he found this place?” - -But Lightfoot could not tell. All he knew was that he was with his -friends again, and on a farm, which he thought much nicer than the -park, pretty as that was. - -The leaping goat soon made himself at home. He was given a little stall -to himself in the stable with the horses, who grew to like him very -much. - -Mike had brought with him from the city the goat wagon, and many a fine -ride he had in it, pulled along the country road by Lightfoot, who was -bigger and stronger than before. - -“I wonder what Blackie, Grandpa Bumper and the other goats would think -of me now?” said Lightfoot one day as he rolled over and over in a -green meadow where daisies and buttercups grew. - -But as the other goats were not there they could say nothing. And so -Lightfoot had his many adventures, and he was put in a book, just as he -hoped to be, so I suppose he is happy now. - - -THE END - - - - - Transcriber’s Notes: - - ――Text in italics is enclosed by underscores (_italics_). - - ――Printer’s, punctuation and spelling inaccuracies were silently - corrected. - - ――Archaic and variable spelling has been preserved. - - ――Variations in hyphenation and compound words have been preserved. - - - - - - -End of Project Gutenberg's Lightfoot, the Leaping Goat, by Richard Barnum - -*** END OF THIS PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK LIGHTFOOT, THE LEAPING GOAT *** - -***** This file should be named 62020-0.txt or 62020-0.zip ***** -This and all associated files of various formats will be found in: - http://www.gutenberg.org/6/2/0/2/62020/ - -Produced by Donald Cummings and the Online Distributed -Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net - -Updated editions will replace the previous one--the old editions will -be renamed. - -Creating the works from print editions not protected by U.S. copyright -law means that no one owns a United States copyright in these works, -so the Foundation (and you!) can copy and distribute it in the United -States without permission and without paying copyright -royalties. 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