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´╗┐Title: Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures
Author: Cory, David, 1872-1966
Language: English
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[Illustration: Little Jack Rabbit Hid Behind His Mother's Skirt.

  _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._    _Frontispiece--(Page 16)_]


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          COPYRIGHT, 1921, BY

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          THE RAILROAD                                          9

          THE FIRST TRAIN                                      13

          A NARROW ESCAPE                                      17

          SCHOOL                                               21

          A MISTAKE IN SPELLING                                25

          DISOBEDIENT JIMMY CROW                               29

          A PRISONER                                           33

          HOME AGAIN                                           37

          THE STOLEN EGGS                                      41

          AT THE FARM                                          45

          COLORED EGGS                                         49

          HENNY PENNY                                          53

          THE DAM                                              57

          GOOD NEWS                                            61

          A PERPLEXED LITTLE RABBIT                            64

          THE TURNIP                                           68

          THE BONFIRE                                          72

          MRS. COW                                             76

          THE SUGAR-COATED CARROT                              79

          BAD LUCK                                             83

          LITTLE JACK RABBIT STUBS HIS TOE                     87

          MUD TURTLE TOWN                                      91

          BOBBY TAIL                                           95

          SUNSHINE                                             99

          TURKEY TIM                                          103

          PHOEBE PHEASANT                                     107

          THE SNOWBALL                                        110

          THE NEW SLEIGH                                      113

          DAILY DUTIES                                        117

          MRS. ORIOLE'S MIRROR                                121

          AN AIRSHIP RIDE                                     125



IT was a wild story that came to the ears of Little Jack Rabbit for, as
he came hopping down the Shady Forest Path, a whole troop of his
playmates ran out to meet him, and one cried one thing, and one another,
but the words which he heard most plainly were:

"The railroad! The railroad! Oh, have you heard?"

"Yes," answered Little Jack Rabbit, not at all excited, "I know a
railroad is going to run past the Sunny Meadow."

"Oh, but that's nothing! It's going to run right through your house!"
cried Busy Beaver.

"Right through the Old Bramble Patch!" shouted Chippy Chipmunk.

"Right through your front door!" screamed Gray Squirrel.

"I don't believe that," said Little Jack Rabbit. "A railroad can't get
through a door!"

"Why, of course they'll take out the door," replied Busy Beaver;
"they'll pull down your whole house; they'll clear away the Old Bramble
Patch; why, they may use the whole of the Sunny Meadow--every bit of

By this time Little Jack Rabbit was excited. Already he saw the dear Old
Bramble Patch torn out by the roots; the little house gone, and himself
and all the family forced to rove homeless through the Shady Forest. So
it was no wonder he almost forgot to stop at the postoffice on his way

But as he came up the Shady Forest Path that afternoon, he saw that the
dear Old Bramble Patch was still there--that was one comfort. No
wandering about tonight, at least.

And there, too, was his little brother, Bobby Tail, turning somersaults
under the Old Chestnut Tree, and Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit sitting
quietly on the front doorstep.

So Little Jack Rabbit plucked up heart and asked Papa Rabbit if the
railroad were going to take away the Old Bramble Patch and their house.

"No, it isn't," replied Mr. Rabbit, "but it's coming mighty close."

"I just knew it wasn't," said Little Jack Rabbit with a sigh of relief.
"But Busy Beaver said it was and that I must pack up my clothes at

"Well, the line was laid out to run right through the dear Old Bramble
Patch," said Mr. Rabbit, "but when they found it must cross the Old Duck
Pond, they turned it to one side. So the dear Old Bramble Patch is


          Look out for the Choo-choo cars!
          Don't you hear the thunder jars?
          First the whistle, then the bell
          Clanging through the Forest Dell.

FOR weeks and weeks there was great excitement among the Little People
of the Shady Forest and Sunny Meadow. From behind trees and bushes,
rocks and stumps, they watched the building of the railroad.

Professor Jim Crow came to offer advice, but changed his mind. As for
Little Jack Rabbit, he looked out from behind a stump and wondered.

Cousin Cotton Tail had been forced to move from the Big Brush Heap on
the hill. She and her little bunnies were now visiting in the Old
Bramble Patch.

When Little Jack Rabbit was told that a railroad must be level, he
thought a man would come with a big scythe and slice off the top of the
hill like a loaf of bread and lay the slices in the hollows.

This wasn't so very strange, seeing that he was only a little bunny boy
and, of course, didn't know anything about building railroads.

Every day the railroad came nearer being finished. The hill was dug out.
As Mr. Mole remarked, "It was done almost as well as I could have done
it, only, of course, I would have made a tunnel."

Then the sleepers were laid. Busy Beaver smiled as he watched the men
lay the great logs on the smooth earth.

"Wouldn't they be dandy for my dam?" he remarked.

"You've got all you need," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "I'm glad they
didn't break up the Old Rail Fence and make railroad ties out of it."

Finally the rails were fastened on the logs and the railroad was
finished; the first train was to run through and everybody was waiting
to see it.

Mr. and Mrs. John Rabbit put on their Sunday clothes and took Little
Jack Rabbit and Brother Bobby Tail to the end of the Old Rail Fence.

Pretty soon a black speck appeared at the end of the long line. It grew
bigger and bigger. A cloud of smoke arose and drifted over to the Shady
Forest. There was a rattle and a roar and a din. Little Jack Rabbit hid
behind his mother's skirt, but the train had already passed them.

And there on the platform of the last car, stood the Farmer's Boy,
holding on by the door, bowing and smiling and proud as a king.


          Hear the engine whistle toot!
          See the smoke and smell the soot!
          Lucky that the train don't stay,
          But flashes by and far away!

AT first the Grown-ups in the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow were
very sorry to have the railroad come so near, but after a while they
found it didn't matter so much; for the cars passed through a "cut" so
deep that the engine's smokestack hardly reached the top, and you only
knew they were there by the sound.

Of course, it took Cousin Cotton Tail ever and ever so long to get used
to the Old Bramble Patch. You see, it wasn't anything like the Old
Brush Heap, with its covering of trailing vines, and she was glad when
she was able to go back to her old home on the other side of the
Bubbling Brook.

On this side the Sunny Meadow was just the same; so was the Shady
Forest, and by and by everybody almost forgot that there had been a time
when there wasn't any railroad.

At the Old Barnyard, however, things were very different, for the
railroad made a turn just there and came in very close to the Big Red

Cocky Doodle had all he could do to keep the Barnyard Folk out of
danger. Every morning after his early cock-a-doodle-do he read them a
lesson on the dangers of crossing railroad tracks.

For a while Henny Penny laid her eggs in the Henhouse. The truth was
that her nest in the corner of the Old Rail Fence happened to be just at
the end of the Sunny Meadow where the railroad ran through the "cut,"
and the noise of the cars made her nervous.

Ducky Waddles was glad that the Old Duck Pond was still safe. He had
heard how it had just escaped being bridged over for the noisy cars.

Yes, everyone kept away from the railroad track except Goosey Lucy. And
why Goosey Lucy liked to waddle down the steep bank and along the hard
wooden logs of the roadbed no one could find out.

But one fine day Goosey Lucy got caught. Yes, sir. Before she could get
off the track the train came along. It was very narrow between the two
steep banks, and she couldn't fly high enough to reach the top. Cocky
Doodle and Henny Penny shut their eyes. They couldn't bear to see what
was going to happen.

But Goosey Lucy wasn't such a goose, after all. She sat perfectly still
between the rails, and when the train had passed over her, she got up,
shook the cinders off her white feathers and waddled back to the Old


"COME, get your cap, I'm going to take you to school today!"

Little Jack Rabbit was too surprised to answer--he just opened his
mouth, and the only sound his mother heard was a funny little noise like
a whistle.

"Don't you hear me?" she asked, tying the strings of her Sunday bonnet
under her furry chin.

"Whew!" said the little rabbit at last recovering from his surprise.
"Why do you want me to go to school?"

"Because all the Shady Forest grown-ups think it's a good thing to have
a school for the children," and she gave her bonnet a push and pulled
on her black silk mitts.

"Get your cap. Every mother will be there for the opening day, and we
mustn't be late."

The little rabbit hopped silently along by his mother's side, wondering
how it had all happened so suddenly. He hadn't heard a word about a
school, nor had any of his playmates.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he asked at last.

"Because we didn't want Grandmother Magpie to know anything until the
matter was settled," answered Mrs. Rabbit in a low voice. "She is such a

Goodness me! Mrs. Rabbit had hardly finished speaking when up flew the
very person she had been talking about. Yes, there she stood, right on
the Shady Forest Path a few feet in front of them.

"Good morning," said Grandmother Magpie.

Mrs. Jack Rabbit gave her bonnet strings a jerk. She always did this
when she was angry, and the sight of that disagreeable bird reminded her
of the time she had told tales on Little Jack Rabbit.

"Good morning," answered the little rabbit's mother stiffly. She didn't
really want to say good morning, but she had to be polite.

"Where are you going?" asked Grandmother Magpie, hopping along by Mrs.
Rabbit's side. Mrs. Rabbit said nothing, only hopped along faster, but
she couldn't get rid of that mischievous old bird. Oh, my, no. She
stuck around like a chestnut burr.

"Grandmother Magpie," said Mrs. Rabbit at last, "I have some important
business to attend to this morning, so I will say goodby." And she gave
Grandmother Mischief, as she was often called, such a stiff bow that the
old lady magpie stopped short and let them go on without her.


THE Shady Forest School had once been a pigeon house, but when the farm
was sold and the old buildings torn down, it had been left to shelter
Mr. and Mrs. Pigeon, who wouldn't move away.

One night during a great storm it had toppled off the post on which it
stood, and rolled down the hillside, helped along by Billy Breeze, until
it had landed on the edge of the Shady Forest.

Here it had been discovered by the Little Forest Folk, and at Parson
Owl's suggestion, had been pushed and shoved in and out among the trees
until it stood right-side up in a sunlit clearing.

Then Parson Owl had called together all the Grown-ups and persuaded them
to make it into a schoolhouse.

And, well, here we are with Mrs. Rabbit and her little bunny on their
way to the opening exercises, so there is no need of saying anything
more about it, except that it had a nice door in front and a dozen round
holes, under which were fastened little pieces of board for wide
windowsills, on which the pigeons used to stand and preen their

As Little Jack Rabbit and his mother drew near they saw Chippy
Chipmunk's face at one of the little round windows. Then Busy Beaver
looked out of another, and pretty soon every little round window had a
head peeping through, while in the doorway stood Professor Jim Crow in
his black swallowtail coat.

"Good morning, Mrs. Rabbit," he said, looking over his spectacles. "You
have brought another scholar, I see."

When they were seated in the schoolroom, he walked over to the big

"John," he said, turning to the little rabbit, "tell me how to spell
your name."

Goodness gracious me! Would you believe it, the little rabbit answered
"J-A-C-K!" You see, he was so used to being called just "Jack" that he
spelt "John" the same way.

Then Professor Jim Crow asked who was the first President, but he didn't
enquire who was going to be the next, for I guess he thought the little
rabbit hadn't studied Politics enough. After that he told Mrs. Rabbit
that she had a very bright little bunny boy even if he didn't know how
to spell his right name.


PROFESSOR JIM CROW and his family lived in the Tall Pine Tree.

"Now, Mrs. Crow," he said to his wife one morning, "as I shall be away
almost all day teaching the Little People of the Shady Forest and the
Sunny Meadow to read and write, you will have your hands full with the
children. Be very careful, my dear, for they haven't yet learned to

"Don't worry," answered Mrs. Crow, "you have troubles enough with the
schoolhouse full of children. I'll take good care that ours come to no

Professor Jim Crow had been gone only a few minutes when who should
call but Grandmother Magpie.

"Good morning," she said, perching on a branch near at hand so as to
look into the nestful of little crows.

"I'm dreadfully busy," answered Mrs. Crow. "Now that the Professor is
teaching school, I have all the care of the children. It's no easy
matter, for each little crow thinks he knows how to fly."

"Well, perhaps he does!" said Grandmother Magpie. "If you don't let them
try how are they ever going to learn?"

"They are not old enough," replied Mrs. Crow.

"Not old enough?" repeated that meddlesome old lady bird. "Stuff and
nonsense! Of course they are!" Then off she flew, leaving Mrs. Crow
dreadfully upset and the little crows very discontented.

After making sure that Grandmother Magpie was out of sight, Mrs. Crow
flew over to the Sunny Meadow for worms for her hungry children, but
first she told them to be careful not to fall out of the nest while she
was gone.

"Botheration!" said little Jimmy Crow after a few minutes. "Every word
Grandmother Magpie says is true. We are kept like prisoners in this old
nest. I'm going to fly!"

"Oh, don't!" cried all his brothers and sisters. "You can't fly even
across the Shady Forest Path."

"Well, then, I can walk," said the naughty little crow, and he hopped
out of the nest and fluttered down to the ground.

But, Oh dear me! Just then along came the Farmer's Boy. In a twinkling,
he caught poor Jimmy Crow and cut off the tips of his wing feathers with
a big jack-knife.

"Now, my little black beauty, you won't fly far," he laughed, and turned
his steps toward the Old Farm.

          "So, you're caught, Jimmy Crow!"
             Sang gay Billy Breeze,
           Playing hide-and-go-seek
             'Mid the tall forest trees.

          "Don't you wish you'd obeyed
             What your kind mother said?
           But, no, you were stubborn,
             And had a swelled head."


PRETTY soon along came Little Jack Rabbit on his way home from school.
Everybody in the Shady Forest knew Little Jack Rabbit. From his nest in
the Tall Pine Tree Jimmy Crow had often seen him hopping by with the
Squirrel Brothers.

How he wished now he had never left the dear old nest. Here he was, a
prisoner, and there was the little rabbit, free and happy, hopping home
from school.

He tried to flutter out of the Farmer Boy's hand, but he was only held
the tighter, so he lay perfectly still and wondered miserably what his
mother would say when she came home and heard that he had disobeyed.

By and by the Farmer's Boy opened the gate to the Farmyard and walked
over to the Big Red Barn. Pretty soon he found an old birdcage, in which
he put poor Jimmy Crow. Then he hung it up on the little front porch of
the Old Farm House.

"What have you got there," asked the Kind Farmer when he came home for
supper, "a young crow?"

"Yep," answered the Farmer's Boy. "I picked him up in the woods; he was
tryin' to fly."

It was very lonely on the little front porch after Mr. Merry Sun had
gone to bed. Jimmy Crow huddled in one corner and watched Mrs. Moon
climb over the hilltop.

He heard Granddaddy Bullfrog singing in the Duck Pond, and the splash of
the millwheel as it turned slowly over and over. How he wished he had
obeyed his mother and was safe at home, listening to his father tell the
school news, and who was late, and who knew his lesson best.

By and by the Old Grandfather Clock in the Farm House struck ten and the
lights went out. If it hadn't been for Mrs. Moon it would have been
pitch dark.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar hoot, and the next minute dear Old Parson
Owl fluttered up to the cage.

It didn't take him long to find the handle on the little door, which he
opened softly.

"Jump out!" he whispered. "Hop after me as fast as you can. I'll fly low
down so you won't lose sight of me."

"Am I dreaming?" thought the poor little crow, as he fluttered down to
the ground and hopped after Old Parson Owl toward the Shady Forest. "If
I am, I hope I'll wake up in Mother's nest!"


IT was very late when they reached the Tall Pine Tree. The good
Professor was sound asleep after a hard day's work in the Shady Forest
Schoolhouse and a long search for his little lost crow. He had hunted
for him until it grew so dark that he had been forced to give it up.

But Mrs. Crow was wide awake and the little crows were crying softly
over their little lost brother. Disobedience makes others unhappy as
well as the one who disobeys.

All of a sudden Mrs. Crow heard the gentle flap of wings, and looking
over the edge of the nest, she saw Old Parson Owl in the dim moonlight.
The next moment the sight of little Jimmy Crow hopping after him made
her heart go pitter-patter.

"Here's our little boy!" she cried, fluttering down to the ground, while
all the little crow brothers and sisters looked over the edge of the
nest, and Professor Jim Crow woke up with a start.

But, dear me! Didn't they have a dreadful time getting the little crow
up in the tree. You see, he could only flutter now that his wings had
been clipped, and if Old Parson Owl hadn't carried him on his broad
back, I doubt if Jimmy Crow ever would have reached the nest.

By this time Mrs. Moon had crossed over the sky, and Mr. Merry Sun was
getting out of bed in the gold and purple East.

The Shady Forest was beginning to awake. The birds were chirping to one
another, and the Little Four-footed People were racing up and down the
trees and scampering over the ground.

Parson Owl waited to see that everything was all right, and then,
turning to Professor Jim Crow, said:

"If Little Jack Rabbit hadn't come to tell me that the Farmer's Boy had
stolen Jimmy Crow, your little son would still be in the cage on the
farmhouse porch."

"My dear Parson," said Professor Jim Crow gratefully, "I shall never
forget what you and Little Jack Rabbit have done."

"Don't mention it," said the kind old Parson, hurrying back to the Big
Oak Tree before the light grew too strong for his big round eyes.

          Oh, children, never disobey,
          And never break a rule,
          And never tell what is untrue,
          Nor run away from school.

Perhaps if all the little boys and girls who read this story will learn
this verse, it will keep them out of trouble. If Jimmy Crow had, maybe
he never would have disobeyed his mother.


MR. MERRY SUN was up bright and early. He shone on the Sunny Meadow and
lighted up the dark places in the Shady Forest.

He even poked a sunbeam in the eye of Parson Owl, who winked and blinked
and turned the other way.

Soon everybody was wide awake, for the Little People of the Shady Forest
and the Sunny Meadow are always up with Mr. Merry Sun.

Little Jack Rabbit, looking out of the Old Bramble Patch, wondered who
was bending over the tall grass in the corner of the Old Rail Fence.
Shading his eyes with his right paw, he looked again. Yes, it was the
Farmer's Boy. Pretty soon he stood up straight, holding his hat
carefully in his hand. Then he turned with a whistle and walked home.

"I wonder what he's been up to?" thought Little Jack Rabbit, and, being
a curious little bunny, he hopped over to find out. Carefully peeping
through the tall grass he saw a nice round nest, but it was empty. Only
a gray speckled feather was left.

"He's stolen the eggs!" cried the little rabbit. "He's just mean enough
to steal eggs!"

[Illustration: "Did You Steal My Eggs?" Cried Henny Penny.

    _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures._            _Page 43_]

Just then Henny Penny came across the Sunny Meadow. She was a very
pretty gray speckled hen and lived in a little house by the Big Red
Barn. But instead of laying her nice white eggs in the comfortable nests
in the Henhouse, she came all the way over to the Old Rail Fence Corner.

But Little Jack Rabbit didn't know that. He didn't know whose nest it
was until Henny Penny cried distractedly, "Who has stolen my eggs? Did
you, Little Jack Rabbit?"

"Is it your nest?" he gasped, so startled that he asked a question
instead of answering one.

"Of course it's mine," replied Henny Penny, looking at him as if she
meant to peck his little pink eyes right out of his head. "But answer my
question. Did you take my eggs?"

"Of course not," said the little rabbit. "I saw the hired boy leave here
a few minutes ago with his hat in his hands. Maybe he took them."

           What can I do for you?"

asked a beautiful big rooster, all of a sudden, just like that.

"O Cocky Doodle!" cried Henny Penny, "my nest has been robbed. Let's
tell the Kind Farmer that the hired boy has stolen my eggs."


"ALL right, come along," said Cocky Doodle, and he started back for the
Old Farm, followed by Henny Penny and the little bunny.

"Where are you going?" called out Mrs. Rabbit from the Old Bramble

"I'm going over to the Old Farm with Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle,"
answered her little bunny boy.

"You'd better be careful," said his mother, "the farmer might catch

"I don't think so, Mrs. Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle; "he's a very kind
farmer." Mrs. Rabbit smiled, as if she only half believed the little
rooster. Then she turned to her little rabbit boy and said, "Keep a
bright lookout, and don't forget you're only a small bunny."

After that away went the three little people, Cocky Doodle, with his
bright red comb, and Henny Penny in her pretty gray speckled feathers,
and Little Jack Rabbit, in his fur waistcoat, white as the big clouds
that chased Mr. Merry Sun over the bright blue sky.

"Who is this little bunny?" asked Turkey Tim when they all came to the
Farm Yard.

"Don't you know?" answered Henny Penny. "Why, he's the little rabbit who
colors the Easter Eggs!"

"What!" cried a big fat goose.

"This is Little Jack Rabbit," said Cocky Doodle.

"Pleased to meet you," said Goosey Lucy. "Do you paint goose eggs, too?"
But before the little bunny could say yes or no, the Kind Farmer himself
came out of the house.

"Why, look who's here," he said with a smile. And such a kind smile that
Little Jack Rabbit wasn't the least bit afraid.

"He saw the hired boy steal the eggs from my nest in the corner of the
Old Rail Fence," cried Henny Penny.

"Ha, ha!" laughed the Kind Farmer. "So that's where you've been laying
your eggs, is it, Miss Henny Penny?"

           She only laid a few.
           But after this she'll lay the rest
           Within the little wooden nest
           You hung upon the Henhouse wall,
           And tell you with her cackle-call,"

said the little rooster, for Henny Penny was too ashamed to speak.

Then the Weathercock whirled around on his big toe and, pointing at the
little hen, shouted through his tin megaphone:

          "Why don't you stay at home and lay,
           And not go calling every day?
           I never leave my perch up here
           No matter what the atmosphere."


"I OFTEN wondered why she went across the Sunny Meadow every day," said
Ducky Waddles. "It's too long a walk for me!"

"Yes, you wabble too much!" said Henny Penny.

"That's because I've little thin pieces of skin between my toes,"
answered Ducky Waddles. "My feet are too wide and flat for walking, but
they make splendid paddles."

"Come, come," interrupted the Kind Farmer. "Henny Penny hasn't explained
why she goes over to the Sunny Meadow to lay her eggs instead of in the
nice nests in the Henhouse."

"Because I wanted Little Jack Rabbit to color them for Easter," she
answered. "I thought if I laid them near the Old Bramble Patch it would
be easier for him."

"Oh, that's the reason?" said the Kind Farmer. "And pray, Mr. Jack
Rabbit, how do you color the eggs?"

Oh, dear me! Wasn't the little rabbit embarrassed! He wasn't sure but
what he'd better hop back to the Old Bramble Patch. Perhaps, too, he was
a little bit afraid of the big Kind Farmer.

"I never colored any eggs," answered the little rabbit in a low voice,
"but I've often helped mother color them. She takes a big red rose and
rubs it over an egg until it turns red. With a buttercup she makes a
yellow one. From the violets by the Bubbling Brook she gets a beautiful
purple color, and from the wild roses a lovely pink tint. Just every-day
grass gives a dandy green color."

"Ha, ha," laughed the big Kind Farmer, "so that's what the rabbits do on
Easter, is it?" and he turned away and went into the Big Red Barn to
feed the horses.

"I guess it's time for me to be going," said Little Jack Rabbit. "Mother
may worry if I stay away too long!"

"What's your hurry?" said Ducky Waddles.

"Goodby," said Henny Penny.

"Come again," said Cocky Doodle.

"Come very soon," said Turkey Tim.

"Call tomorrow," cried Goosey Lucy.

But the little rabbit was out of hearing by this time, and just as Mr.
Merry Sun went down behind the West Hill, he hopped into the Old Bramble

"Come, wash your hands; supper is ready," said Mrs. Rabbit, as she took
the carrot muffins out of the oven and dished the stewed lollypops.


THERE was great excitement at the Old Barn Yard. A big mistake had been
made. Whose fault it was no one could tell; but the fact was that Henny
Penny had hatched out a brood of ducklings.

At first nobody thought anything was wrong, except that, perhaps, her
little brood had very large bills and feet, much larger than those of
any little chicks at the farm.

But one day when the whole brood waddled off down to the Old Duck Pond
and jumped in everybody knew that Henny Penny had little ducks and not
little chickens.

Poor little Henny Penny! She stood upon the bank and clucked and clucked
to them to come back.

"You'll be drowned, my darlings!" she cried. But the little ducks threw
out their great brown feet as cleverly as if they had taken swimming
lessons all their lives and sailed off on the Old Duck Pond, away, away
among the ferns, under the pink azaleas, through reeds and rushes and
arrowheads and pickerel weed, the happiest ducks that ever were born.
And soon they were quite out of sight.

Poor little Henny Penny. She didn't know how to swim, so she sat down on
the bank and waited for her little ducks to come back. Now and then she
wiped her eyes on her downy breast feathers.

"Don't cry," said Cocky Doodle kindly.

"Don't worry," said Rosy Comb. "Your children seem to know how to swim
as well as Ducky Waddles."

Just then across the Old Duck Pond came a chorus of quacks, and at a
distance was seen the little brood swimming home, their feathers
gleaming in green and gold.

"Such a splendid time we've had," they all cried as they waddled up the
bank. "And we know now how to get our own living, for there are lots of
little fish and flies out there on the Old Duck Pond. We can take care
of ourselves, so don't worry any more about us, Mother Henny Penny."

"They are little ducks, not chickens," said Ducky Waddles.

"Are you sure?" asked Henny Penny tearfully, wiping her eyes with a
tiny yellow handkerchief.

"Of course I am," replied Ducky Waddles. "Don't I know a duck's foot
when I see it?"

"Dear, Oh dear!" sighed the poor little hen, "there has been a dreadful

But whose mistake it was no one could tell, for the Kind Farmer never
confessed that he put duck eggs in Henny Penny's nest.


THE Bubbling Brook was slowly drying up. Everyone on the Sunny Meadow
was worried, and the little people who lived in the water were even more

It was just like having one's house pulled down while living in it. You
see, as the water became more shallow there were places in the little
brook that were hardly covered with water, and it was only in the deep
holes that the fish and crabs could swim at all.

And the cause of all this was Busy Beaver. Yes, sir. Busy Beaver was
building a dam across the Bubbling Brook.

Somehow he knew that winter was coming, when it would be all frozen
over. But he knew that if he built a dam across it, a little pond would
form where the water would be too deep to freeze clear down to the

"I'll leave a little opening in the dam to let the water run out when it
gets high enough," said Busy Beaver to himself as he laid mud and stones
on top of a log.

If the Little People of the Sunny Meadow had only heard him they
wouldn't have been so worried. Little Jack Rabbit did, though, as he
came hopping down the Shady Forest Path.

"Good morning," said the little bunny.

Busy Beaver looked up from his work. He had almost finished a mighty
good job. First, he had cut down a tree, and then sawed it with his
sharp teeth into logs. These he had rolled into the water, weighting
them down with stones and mud until gradually he had built up a splendid
dam from the bottom of the pond.

"It's almost finished," said Busy Beaver. "It took me quite a long time,
for sometimes the logs would bob up and drift away, and I'd have to
begin all over again. But I kept at it, and now I've got a nice dam to
hold back the water."

"Why do you want deep water?" asked the little rabbit.

"Come over here and I'll show you," answered Busy Beaver, leading Little
Jack Rabbit around to the end of the dam nearest the Shady Forest.
"There, you see my house. Now the water must be deep enough so that when
it freezes my front door will always be below the ice. Otherwise I
wouldn't be able to swim in and out."

"How soon will the Bubbling Brook start running again?" asked the little

"Pretty soon--maybe tonight," answered Busy Beaver.

"Hurrah! I'll tell my friend the little Fresh Water Crab!" and away
hopped the little rabbit to the Sunny Meadow.


ALREADY the water was beginning to trickle over the pebbly bottom of the
Bubbling Brook.

All of a sudden a voice overhead shouted, "Good morning!" and there sat
Chatterbox, the Red Squirrel, in the Big Walnut Tree. "Why are you in
such a hurry?"

"I must tell all my friends in the Sunny Meadow the good news," replied
the little rabbit. "I can't wait a minute."

"I'll go with you," said Chatterbox, running down the tree. "Tell me,
what's the news?"

"The Bubbling Brook will be running again tonight," answered the little
bunny, and he explained all about Busy Beaver's dam.

"Well, I declare," exclaimed Chatterbox, "Busy Beaver has a lot of nerve
to stop the water running in the Bubbling Brook. He doesn't own the
water rights. The Bubbling Brook belongs to everyone alike."

"So it does," answered Little Jack Rabbit, "but Busy Beaver has to look
out for himself. If he doesn't build a dam his little house will be
frozen up this winter."

Just then the water rose almost to the ferns that grew on the edge of
the Bubbling Brook. "Everything's all right now," said the little
rabbit, "I won't bother to go over to the Sunny Meadow. The fishes and
the little fresh water crabs will learn the news before I can get
there," and he sat down to talk things over with Chatterbox.

"You just ought to see Busy Beaver use his tail as a trowel to lay on
the mud," said the little rabbit, who couldn't keep from talking about
what he had just seen. "He carries the mud and stones between his chin
and forepaws and knows just how to put them in the cracks between the
logs to keep back the water."

"Well, we all must prepare for the long, cold winter," said Chatterbox.
"Brother Tip Top and I have been gathering nuts for many a day and have
our storehouse nearly full."

          While the Autumn days are here
          Make things snug for Winter drear;
          Storehouse filled with everything
          To last until again it's Spring.


"GOODNESS gracious me!" exclaimed Little Jack Rabbit, all of a sudden,
"the Clover Patch is all dried up. What shall I do when winter comes?"

"Hunt for old turnips and carrots in the field," laughed Chatterbox.

"I think I'll leave you," answered Little Jack Rabbit thoughtfully, "I'm
beginning to worry about what's going to happen to me," and away he
hopped, leaving the little red squirrel sitting beneath his tree.

"'Most everybody I know," thought the little rabbit as he hopped along,
"curls up and goes to sleep for the winter. I wonder if I could? I'm
going home to ask Mother."

But Mrs. Rabbit was too busy putting up carrot jelly to answer
questions. "Don't bother me," she said, "I haven't got a minute to
spare." So the only thing for the little bunny to do was to go to
somebody else.

The very first person he met was Hedgy Hedgehog. He was just coming out
of his hole, which he had been busily lining with grass and dry leaves,
some of which were still sticking to his spikes, for he hadn't had time
to brush himself.

"What are you doing?" asked the little bunny.

"Getting ready for winter. I've fixed up my place nice and warm, and
when the cold weather comes I'll creep in and sleep till Spring."

"What do you eat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, who could eat all the time,
and sometimes oftener, like all rabbits.

"Don't eat--can't eat when you're asleep, you know."

"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "that would never do for me!"
and he hopped away.

By and by he came to the Old Duck Pond. There sat Granddaddy Bullfrog on
a log, winking and blinking in the light of Mr. Merry Sun.

"Granddaddy Bullfrog, what do you do when winter comes?"

"Why, bless you, my little bunny," answered the old gentleman frog, "I
go to sleep in the mud at the bottom of the pond."

"Oh, dear, I can't do that!" sighed the little rabbit.

"Of course not," laughed Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Do what your mother says,
and stop worrying!"


"WELL, I guess Granddaddy Bullfrog is right," thought Little Jack
Rabbit, as he hopped back home to the Old Bramble Patch. "What's the use
of worrying about winter? I'll take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and
leave it all to Mother."

After that he felt much better. Pretty soon he saw Timmy Meadowmouse
looking out of his little round house of grass, no larger than a cricket
ball, which was fastened to three or four stiff stalks of grass about a
foot above the ground.

"Good morning. Do you know, I've been dreadfully worried about winter;
but now I'm going to take Granddaddy Bullfrog's advice and leave it all
to mother."

You see, this little rabbit just couldn't stop talking about his
troubles, although he was going to leave them all to mother!

"There! She's waving to you from the Old Bramble Patch," cried Timmy
Meadowmouse. Away went the little bunny without another word and in less
than five hundred hops he was home.

"Hop over to the field and bring me a turnip. Your father will be home
for lunch in a few minutes," said Mrs. Rabbit.

Little Jack Rabbit hopped through the Old Rail Fence, across the road
and into the field where the Old Scarecrow flapped his arms every time
Billy Breeze whistled through the cornstalks. But the Old Clothes Man
couldn't frighten the little bunny. Oh, my no! It took more than that,
although he was a scary little chap. You see, he knew all about the Old
Scarecrow, for he had watched the Kind Farmer put him up in the early

Picking up a nice looking turnip, he turned about and started back
again. But, Oh dear me! All of a sudden out from behind a cornstack
jumped the Farmer's Boy.

The little rabbit didn't stop to say sorry to have met you. No siree. He
hopped away as fast as he could, but not fast enough. Before he had gone
maybe thirteen hops a stone hit his left hind leg.

"Ha, ha!" yelled the Farmer's Boy. "Wait till I hit you again, Mr.
Cottontail." But he didn't, for the little rabbit went faster on three
legs than he had on four, and the next minute popped safely into the
dear Old Bramble Patch.

"Where's the turnip?" asked Mrs. Rabbit.

"Goodness me! I guess that's what the Farmer's Boy hit me with,"
answered the little bunny.


EVERYBODY in the Shady Forest was having a dreadful time. Old Parson Owl
was nearly coughing his head off, Professor Jim Crow's voice was so
hoarse his scholars could hardly understand him, and Little Jack
Rabbit's eyes looked as if he had been crying for a week.

The reason for all this was that the smoke from the Farmer Boy's big
bonfire had drifted into the forest until every chink and corner was

At first no one knew what was the matter. Of course the air smelled
queer and made one's eyes smart. But after a while when the smoke grew
so thick that it seemed like night-time and Mr. Merry Sun couldn't be
seen at all, the Forest Folk thought it time to hold a meeting to
consider what was best to do. They all decided to ask Billy Breeze to
help them, and you can imagine how grateful they were when he agreed to
blow the smoke out of the Shady Forest. Before Mr. Merry Sun went down
behind the hills that night Billy Breeze had cleared the smoke away and
everything was clean and sweet again.

Now, before all this had taken place, a handful of burning leaves had
drifted along the Old Rail Fence, setting fire to the long, dry grass,
and in a short time there was quite a fire close to the Old Bramble

It didn't take Little Jack Rabbit long to borrow some sweet potatoes
from his mother, and while he was roasting them Chippy Chipmunk climbed
through the fence with a bagful of chestnuts.

Pretty soon along came Jimmy Crow, and when he saw what was going on, he
was mighty anxious to have some fun, too. So off he went to get some
bittersweet berries, for he likes them much better than sweet potatoes.

After a while Mrs. Rabbit came out to see whether they were up to any
mischief. She was worried for fear they might burn up the Old Rail Fence
or set fire to the Old Bramble Patch. But no, nothing was wrong. All
three were quietly sitting around a small fire, the little rabbit
peeling a hot sweet potato, the little chipmunk shelling a smoking hot
chestnut and the little crow picking out the nice browned bittersweet

"Well, well!" exclaimed the lady rabbit with a sigh of relief, "I
expected to see the Old Rail Fence in ashes and the dear Old Bramble
Patch in flames."


"TING-A-LING! ting-a-ling!" went Mrs. Cow's bell. Mrs. Cow seemed mighty
anxious to get away from somebody. Yes, sir! she kept right on running,
although every now and then she'd turn her head to look behind her.

By and by Little Jack Rabbit came hopping over the top of the hill with
a tin pail in his paw. But, goodness me! Mrs. Cow didn't have to run
away from him. No indeed. He wasn't going to milk her. He didn't have a
milk pail at all, but a little dinner pail, and Mrs. Cow was mistaken
and had run away for nothing.

The truth of the matter was that the little rabbit was going berrying
down in the Cranberry Marsh on the other side of the Old Duck Pond, but
of course Mrs. Cow didn't know that.

But she did know it wasn't time to be milked, and, anyway, she wasn't
going to have anybody milk her but the Kind Farmer.

"Mrs. Cow! Mrs. Cow!" cried the little rabbit, "I'm going cranberrying,
not milking. Don't run away!"

"Honest Injun?" said Mrs. Cow, halting at the Bubbling Brook. "Cross
your heart?"

"Yes, cross my heart," answered the little rabbit.

"Well, I'm glad to hear you say so," replied Mrs. Cow. "I might have
sprained my ankle jumping over the Bubbling Brook." Then she trotted
along by the little rabbit's side.

"How's your Ma these days?" she asked in a little while.

"She's going to make cranberry jelly when I get back," replied the
little rabbit. "Father's very fond of it. How's Mr. Bull?"

"He's very well," answered Mrs. Cow. "He was up when Cocky Doodle sang
his Sun Song this morning."

"So was I," laughed the little rabbit. "Mother says Cocky Doodle is
better than an alarm clock, for you don't have to wind him."

Just then they came to the end of the meadow, so the little rabbit
hopped through the fence and down to the Cranberry Patch to fill his
pail with the bright red berries.


ALL of a sudden, just like that, he saw something shining in the grass.
And what do you think it was? You'll never guess, so I'll tell you right
away. A sugar-coated carrot. But before he could put it in his pocket
along came little Katie Cottontail, swinging her sunbonnet in her paw.

          "Wiggle your ear and shut your eye,
           Twinkle your nose and say 'Oh my!'"

shouted Little Jack Rabbit, "and I'll give you something to make you

"What is it?" asked little Katie Cottontail, but just the same she
didn't wait for an answer, but closed her eyes and twinkled her nose up
and down, and then sideways.

But, Oh dear me. Just then the little rabbit dropped the sugar-coated
carrot and couldn't find it. He hunted high and low, and so did little
Katie Cottontail, but the candy carrot was gone. Yes, sir. It certainly
was. And I'll tell you where it went. Into a little hole in the ground
where a snake had his home.

"Well, we'll make some cranberry juice soda when we get home," said
Little Jack Rabbit, and off they hopped to the Cranberry Patch. In a
little while he had filled his pail and Katie Cottontail her apron, and
then they started for home.

[Illustration: Katie Cottontail Went Clippety-Clap Up the Path.

       _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_            _Page 81_]

"I must be careful not to squash 'em, or Mother'll give me a scolding,"
she said, as they climbed up the bank where the railroad track cut
through. But, Oh dear me! Just as they were about to hop through the Old
Rail Fence, along came a train.

"Ding, dong!" went the bell. "Toot-toot-toot!" shrieked the whistle.
Poor little Katie Cottontail gave a shiver and dropped her apron. Then
clipperty-clip, lipperty-lip she went up the Cow Path to the Old Brush
Heap on the hillside.

Mrs. Cow looked up and, seeing the little bunny girl hopping home all
out of breath, thought something must be the matter and ran back to the
Big Red Barn. The bell on her collar didn't make nearly as much noise as
the one on the locomotive, but it made her hurry, just the same.

"Goodness me! What scary things girls are!" said the little rabbit.
"Mrs. Cow's ten times as big as Katie Cottontail, but she's just as

After picking up the cranberries which the little frightened girl rabbit
had spilled from her apron, the bunny boy hopped home to the Old Bramble

His mother was standing in the kitchen doorway, her right paw shading
her eyes as she looked anxiously over the Sunny Meadow.


"GOODNESS me! I'm dreadfully worried," cried Mrs. Rabbit, "I just saw
the Kind Farmer's Black Cat cross the path from right to left, and that
means bad luck, you know."

"I guess he's hunting for little Timmy Meadowmouse," answered Little
Jack Rabbit. "It will be bad luck for Timmy to be caught."

"Why don't you run over and tell him," said Mrs. Rabbit. "Black Cat may
be hiding near his house. You'd better hurry."

So away hopped the little rabbit to find Timmy Meadowmouse, who lived in
a little round house made of twisted grass on the Sunny Meadow. Pretty
soon he saw the little meadowmouse peeking out of his front door.

"Oh, it's you, is it, Little Jack Rabbit," he said with a sigh of
relief, "I thought I heard some one creeping around my house. But if it
was you, it's all right."

"Maybe it isn't all right," answered the little rabbit, and he told how
his mother had seen Black Cat cross the path from right to left. "And
that means bad luck, you know."

"If he crosses your path from left to right, what does that mean?" asked
the little meadowmouse.

"Good luck," answered Little Jack Rabbit.

"I don't know," said Timmy Meadowmouse with a shiver, "if he saw me
first, it would be bad luck no matter which way he crossed the path."

Just then Little Jack Rabbit saw something move in the tall grass. "Look
out," he shouted.

Into his house popped Timmy Meadowmouse, and none too soon, for Black
Cat landed on the very spot where he had stood talking to the little

"So it was you who warned Timmy Meadowmouse, was it?" he hissed, humping
up his back and waving his long tail back and forth. Oh my, but he
looked ugly.

"Yes, it was I," answered Little Jack Rabbit bravely, and then he did
what his mother had taught him to do when in a tight place. He suddenly
turned his back on Black Cat and struck out with his strong hind legs.
Thump! they went against Black Cat's ribs, knocking him over. Then away
hopped the little rabbit back to the Old Bramble Patch.

          If you do what mother says
            You'll grow tall and strong.
          On your lips a happy smile,
            In your heart a song--
          If you do what mother says
            You will not go wrong.


COCKY DOODLE stood by the Big Red Barn and clapped his wings. Then
digging his feet well into the ground, he began his morning

Mr. Merry Sun lifted his head from his crimson pillows and looked over
the misty hilltop.

"Time for me to get up," he yawned. "Cocky Doodle is calling."

Teddy Turtle crawled along the Old Cow Path to the Old Duck Pond. He
didn't see Little Jack Rabbit hopping over the grass. Teddy is so slow
that he never thinks any one can go faster. So it was only when the
little rabbit stubbed his toe on the little turtle's hard shell house
that he woke up. Of course he wasn't really asleep, but he might just as
well have been.

"You ought to know better than to go to sleep right in the Old Cow
Path," said the little bunny, rubbing his toe. "Why don't you keep your
head out to see where you're going if you walk in your sleep?"

"I pulled my head inside my shell when you hit me, as all well-trained
turtles do in time of danger," answered Teddy Turtle.

"Goodness, I wouldn't be afraid of anything if I had a strong shell
house like yours to creep into."

"Well, I'm not afraid of anybody except the Miller's Boy," said Teddy
Turtle. "But when he turns me over on my back I'm helpless."

"Where are you going?" asked the little rabbit.

"Down to the Old Duck Pond. I'm going to sleep in the soft mud for the
winter," answered Teddy Turtle.

"Well, goodby," said the little rabbit, hopping off to the Old Farm

"Cock-a-doodle-do," sang Cocky Doodle. "I hope everybody is awake. There
comes Mr. Merry Sun up the sky. Cock-a-doodle-do. Everybody gets up when
I call. Don't you hear Billy Breeze singing over the Sunny Meadow? I
wake the Little People of the Shady Forest and the Sunny Meadow every
morning. Cock-a-doodle-do."

Yes, sir. This little rooster was better than an alarm clock, for you
didn't have to wind him. He crowed every morning his cheerful song to
help the old world wag along.


THE Mud Turtles were having a fine time on the banks of the Old Duck
Pond. What is more fun I should like to know than making mud pies and
forts, and these little turtles had been busy for several days until
they had built a mud city, with bridges and houses, towers and castles.

Goodness me! It was muddy, and the Farmyard Folk were all complaining,
except Ducky Waddles. He just loved mud, and found it great fun waddling
over the mud bridges. And if they broke down, he didn't mind a muddy
splashing! No, indeed he didn't. So, of course, he and the Mud Turtles
were great friends.

One day Mr. Merry Sun, seeing how things were going on, said to himself:
"I guess I'll dry up all the Turtle Mud Houses." So he set to work,
shining down from the bright blue sky, and before evening the mud
palaces and castles were hard as bricks.

"Hurrah!" he said, just before he went to sleep on the crimson pillows
of the West, "I've finished Mud Turtle Town!"

Of course, all this was more or less of an accident, for the Mud Turtles
hadn't asked Mr. Merry Sun to help them. But when they saw what he had
done, they were delighted, and at once sent out invitations to all the
Barnyard Folk to spend a week in Turtle Town.

Cocky Doodle and Henny Penny accepted at once; so did Goosey Lucy; and
as soon as they had packed their things, they set out for the Old Duck

"I don't think I shall lay an egg while I'm there," said Henny
Penny--"I'm not used to Mud Nests."

"Suit yourself," said Cocky Doodle.

"Henny Penny is right," said Goosey Lucy. "It will be a little vacation
for us. I, for one, shall be glad to forget all about home duties."

Just then there was a great flapping of wings and Ducky Waddles came
wabbling after them. "Why don't you wait for a fellow," he panted. "I'm
all out of breath trying to catch up to you. I almost had to fly."

As they crossed the Old Cow Path they met Little Jack Rabbit hopping
home to the Old Bramble Patch.

"We're going to make a visit in Turtle Town," said Henny Penny. "Why
don't you come, too?"

"Haven't time," answered the little bunny. "Mother sent me over to
Cousin Cottontail for lollypop frosting. She must have it in time to
cover the carrot cake for supper."


MR. JOHN RABBIT had been a great jumper in his youth, and Little Jack
Rabbit wished to learn to jump as far as his father, and even farther.

So every day he practiced jumping in the Sweet Clover Field near the Old
Rail Fence until by and by he could jump over the second rail.

"Pretty good," said Mr. Rabbit. "Don't believe I did any better when I
was your age. How is Bobby Tail getting along?"

Now Little Jack Rabbit's brother was called Bobby Tail, because his tail
was so short. Yes, siree, it was so short that it looked exactly like a
white powder puff. And his eyes were just like little pink beads. But
they weren't any pinker than his nose.

But, I'm sorry to say, there was something wrong with Bobby Tail. He was
too lazy for anything. That was what was the matter with him. He didn't
want to learn to jump--he'd rather spend his time eating clover tops. By
and by he grew to be dreadfully fat.

And a fat bunny can't run fast nor jump far. Bobby Tail found this to be
true when one day Sic'em, the Farmer's Dog, chased him across the Sunny

The Bunny Brothers had hopped down to the Old Duck Pond to see
Granddaddy Bullfrog, when all of a sudden Sic'em saw them. Goodness me!
What a chase he gave them! Over the Sunny Meadow, through the Shady
Forest, and along the Old Rail Fence! At first Bobby Tail was able to
keep up with brother, but after a while he fell behind.

"Hurry up!" shouted Little Jack Rabbit. But, Oh dear me! Bobby Tail was
so fat and so short of breath that he couldn't. Closer and closer came
Sic'em till the little bunny could almost feel his hot breath.

"If I ever get back to the Old Bramble Patch," he thought, "I'll
practice running and jumping every day in the week."

Just then, he reached the Old Rail Fence. Another jump landed him in the
dear Old Bramble Patch, leaving Sic'em barking and growling outside the
prickly bushes.

"You've had a narrow escape," said Mr. Rabbit, looking up over his
evening paper, "I hope it will teach you a lesson!"

And it did. The very next day Bobby Tail practiced jumping with Little
Jack Rabbit, and kept it up until he became almost as good a jumper as
his brother.

But Old Sic'em never knew how this came to pass. He was too busy keeping
watch over the Old Farmyard to bother his head about Bobby Tail, for
Danny Fox, who was always prowling around, hunting for a stray chicken,
kept the old dog forever on the lookout.


"WHERE did you get your red coat?" asked Little Jack Rabbit, looking up
from the Old Bramble Patch.

"Oh, that's my secret," answered Red Bird from the Old Rail Fence.
"There's been a legend in our family about it ever since the Flood."

"You don't say so," exclaimed the little rabbit.

"You've heard of the Great Flood, I suppose, that happened hundreds and
hundreds of years ago?"

Little Jack Rabbit nodded. "I hope we don't get another to wash away the
Old Bramble Patch."

"Well," continued Red Bird, "the legend is that one day, after it had
been raining ever so long, when there was nothing but water all around
and everybody in the ark was feeling very miserable, Mother Noah wrung
her hands and said, 'Oh, dear! We'll all be lost. We'll never get

"Just then my ancestor began to whistle, and the next minute a beam of
sunshine broke through the clouds and settled upon him.

"'My dear, we are reproved,' said Father Noah. 'The little bird has more
courage than we have. Hear him whistle.'

"Then everybody turned to look at the brave little whistler. He was so
embarrassed that he BLUSHED--we were gray before that time, they
say--blushed so very deeply that our feathers have never lost their
bright red from that day to this."

"Well, well," exclaimed the little rabbit. "When do you go away for the

"I'm not going away--I'm going to stay right here," answered Red Bird.

"You'll find it pretty breezy up there," said Little Jack Rabbit with a
twinkle of his pink nose.

"Oh, I don't know. I've got on my double-breasted red coat."

"But what will you find to eat when the berries are all gone?" asked the
little rabbit.

"I'll pick up crumbs at the Old Farm House," replied Red Bird

"You've got a sunshiny disposition," said Little Jack Rabbit admiringly.
"I guess your ancestors handed down something besides a red coat--some
of that sunshine that turned his feathers red must have crept into his

"I don't know," replied Red Bird.

"Maybe it doesn't make much difference how you got it, as long as you
keep it," said the little bunny as he hopped back into the Old Bramble
Patch to tell his mother all about it.


TURKEY TIM in his turban-colored comb strutted about the Old Farmyard,
spreading his tail like a Japanese fan to the bright light that Mr.
Merry Sun sent down from the Big Blue Sky.

"I wonder what makes Turkey Tim so proud?" asked Henny Penny.

Little Jack Rabbit wiggled his pink nose, but said nothing.

"Is it because the Kind Farmer is buying chestnuts for him from Chippy

Still the little rabbit made no reply.

"Please tell me," begged Henny Penny. "You can whisper in my ear."

"Turkey Tim thinks the Kind Farmer is fond of him, but that's not the
reason," answered the little rabbit.

"What is the reason?" asked Henny Penny, who you see by this time was a
very curious little hen.

"Turkey Tim wouldn't believe me if I told him," said the little rabbit.

"Wouldn't he?" exclaimed the little hen, her feathers ruffled with
excitement and curiosity.

"It's a big secret," whispered the little bunny.

"Tell me quick," coaxed Henny Penny.

"Thanksgiving!" whispered Little Jack Rabbit. "Haven't you heard of
chestnut-fed turkeys for Thanksgiving?"

"Do you mean they are going to kill Turkey Tim?" cried the little hen.

"I certainly do," answered the little rabbit. "But he's so proud he
wouldn't believe me. Why, he thinks he's more wonderful than Cocky

"Well, he isn't," said Henny Penny. "Cocky Doodle's the most wonderful
of all the Feathered Folk, for he's the one who wakes up Mr. Merry Sun.
Cocky Doodle is the cock-a-doodle-do clock of the whole wide world. Why,
if it weren't for him Mr. Merry Sun might stay in bed all day."

Just then along came Turkey Tim, but he didn't look so proud when the
little hen told him about Thanksgiving.

"Who told you?" he asked in a trembling voice.

"Little Jack Rabbit," answered Henny Penny, pointing to the truthful
little bunny.

"I guess I'll make a visit in the Friendly Forest," said Turkey Tim in a
low voice, and off he went as fast as his legs would take him.

But, Oh dear me! No sooner was he there than Billy Breeze began to sing:

          "Look out, look out for Danny Fox!
           He sneaks about in his woolen socks,
           You never can tell where he is at,
           For he creeps around like a tip-toe cat."


LITTLE Phoebe Pheasant's dew-wet feet hurried along the edge of the
Sunny Meadow. Mr. Merry Sun hadn't been up long enough to dry the grass,
for it was very early in the morning.

In some places the dew had turned to frost, but the little pheasant
didn't mind that in the least, for she is a hardy bird, and not a bit
afraid of cold weather.

The weather is about the only thing she isn't afraid of, for she is very
timid. Although she sometimes went to the Old Farmyard for breakfast, at
the slightest noise she would fly away.

As she hurried along through the dewy frost she caught sight of Little
Jack Rabbit. And as he was the one person she wished to see that
morning, it didn't take her long to reach the Old Bramble Patch.

"Good morning, Phoebe Pheasant," said the little bunny. "You seem in a

"Yes, I'm in a dreadful hurry to ask you something," replied the little

"Well, what is it?" laughed the little bunny.

"You remember Turkey Tim left the Old Farmyard before Thanksgiving?"

"Of course I do," answered the little rabbit.

"He wants to know whether the Kind Farmer has been looking for him?"
whispered Phoebe Pheasant. "He doesn't dare go back himself to find

"I should say not," answered the little rabbit. "The Kind Farmer's
dreadfully put out. He had to go without his Thanksgiving turkey!"

"Then you think it would be dangerous for Turkey Tim to go back to the
Old Farmyard?"

"Yes, just now," replied the little bunny. "He'd better wait until
everybody has forgotten Thanksgiving."

"It's dreadfully hard on him, all alone in the Shady Forest," sighed the
little pheasant. "He's not a Wild Turkey, you know."

"Never mind if he isn't," answered Little Jack Rabbit. "He'll be a Roast
Turkey if he goes back now to the Old Farmyard."


BILLY BREEZE had kicked up an awful racket all night around the Old
Briar Patch, but Little Jack Rabbit hadn't heard him. No, sir. The
little bunny had been too sound asleep to hear anything, but when he
looked out in the morning, goodness me! how he shivered.

The ground was all covered with a white mantle, but he didn't know it
was snow. This was the first snow he had ever seen. It made everything
look strange, and the ground was as smooth as Mrs. Rabbit's best linen

Pretty soon he hopped down to the Bubbling Brook, but it, too, had
changed. It was smooth, like glass. So the little rabbit leaned over the
bank to listen, but just then Billy Breeze made a dreadful racket and
whirled the snow about in great clouds. But the little rabbit didn't
care; he just kept on listening, and by and by he heard the Bubbling
Brook singing softly:

          "Underneath the ice and snow
           Very gently still I flow
           Till I reach the Old Duck Pond
           And the ocean far beyond.

          "Billy Breeze may whistle loud
           Toss the snow up in a cloud,
           Underneath the ice and snow
           Very gently still I flow."

"Dear me," said the little rabbit to himself, "I never would know that
this was the Old Duck Pond if it weren't for the Old Mill yonder. No
wonder Granddaddy Bullfrog hid himself deep down in the mud before all
this happened."

Yes, the whole earth seemed quiet and still. The mill wheel moved no
more; great icicles hung from the paddles and long snowdrifts lay piled
against the dam.

I don't know how long the little rabbit would have stood there wondering
at the sudden change if something hadn't happened. Whiz! went a snowball
past his ear. The Farmer's Boy leaned over and picked up some more snow.
But the little rabbit didn't wait to see what sort of a snowball he
would make this time. No, siree. He hopped back to the dear Old Bramble
Patch as fast as he could.


THE Old Farm Yard was a very comfortable sort of a place. Little Jack
Rabbit liked to go there, for all the Barnyard Folk were very nice to
him, especially Henny Penny and Cocky Doodle, who always gave him some
of their corn.

Then, too, it was great fun playing about the High Haystack. Here they
all gathered after a snow storm, for the snow soon melted on the sunny

Another reason, too, why the little rabbit came so often was because
many of his friends were tucked away for a long winter's nap.

Busy Beaver was safe in his little house under the ice in the Forest
Pool. Squirrel Nutcracker and his family came out only on warm, sunshiny
days. The rest of the time they spent sleeping in their warm little
houses. As for Granddaddy Bullfrog, he never showed up--he was sound
asleep in the soft mud at the bottom of the Old Duck Pond.

The little rabbit's mother had told him not to go too often to the Old
Farm Yard for fear the Kind Farmer might not like it. "Henny Penny and
Cocky Doodle are your friends," she told him, "but I'm not so sure about
Mr. Farmer."

"Oh, he's all right, mother," answered the little rabbit. "He's very
kind. He feeds all the Barn Yard Folk with such nice food. I'm sure
he's very good and kind."

"Don't be too sure," answered the little rabbit's mother, with a knowing
wag of her head.

One day when the little bunny hopped into the Old Farm Yard he heard
Cocky Doodle say:

"It's a beautiful sleigh!" And just as Little Jack Rabbit was going to
ask what he meant, the Kind Farmer came out of the Big Red Barn with
Betsy, the Old Gray Mare, and hitched her up to a beautiful dark green

"Git ap!" he said, snapping the whip over her back.

"Oh, Oh!" cried the little rabbit, "Maybe mother is right. I guess he's
not such a kind farmer after all!" But of course the little bunny
didn't know that the Kind Farmer hardly touched Old Betsy, although the
whip made a loud crack and she threw out her heels and ran off at a
great rate.

          "Jingle bells, jingle bells,
           On the nice new sleigh.
           Oh what fun it is to run!"
           Sang dear Old Betsy Gray.

[Illustration: "I'm So Tired of Polishing This Doorknob."

       _Little Jack Rabbit's Adventures_       _Page 117_]


          It isn't always easy
            To do the things you must.
          Some people if they stay at home
            Say they will surely rust.
          But you will find the longer
            You live from day to day
          That you must do the little things
            That daily come your way.

"OH, dear!" sighed Little Jack Rabbit one lovely spring morning, "I'm so
tired of polishing this doorknob every day and every day. I wish it
would drop off."

"Goodness me, little rabbit," said Grandmother Magpie, who just then
happened along, "you are a disagreeable bunny boy this morning." And
the old lady magpie looked at him out of her little black eyes as much
as to say: "I wish I had that bunny boy to bring up, I'd make him toe
the mark."

And perhaps she would, and perhaps she wouldn't, for some people can
bring up other people's children ever so much better than their own, or
even themselves. Isn't that strange? Well, maybe it is and maybe it

"What are you saying to my little bunny boy?" asked Mrs. John Rabbit,
putting her head out of the kitchen window and scowling at Grandmother

"Oh, nothing much," said that meddlesome old lady bird.

"Well, you'd better not," said Mrs. Rabbit. "It's all you can do to
gossip about grown-up people's affairs." And then Mrs. Rabbit shook her
dusting rag up and down, and maybe once sideways, and after that she
shut the window. So Grandmother Magpie flew away without another word.

"I'm glad she's gone," said the little rabbit to himself, and just then
Bobbie Redvest began to sing:

          "Every day a little work,
             Every day a song,
           Every day a kindly word
             Helps us all along."

And after that he picked up a crumb and said:

"Good morning, little rabbit. Don't forget to feed the canary."

"Gracious me!" exclaimed the little bunny, "I almost forgot!" And
wouldn't it have been dreadful if he had, for little Miss Canary
couldn't get out of her gold cage and look for worms like all the wild
birds can, you know.

Well, when the little rabbit had finished his work, he hopped out to the
Sunny Meadow where Mr. Merry Sun was making the buttercups grow more
yellow every day, and the daisies whiter.


          Oh, Mrs. Cow has a little bell
          Tied to her neck with a string,
          And every time she shakes her head
          It gives a ting-a-ling-ling.

"HELLOA, little rabbit," said Ducky Waddles. "I guess I'll go down to
the Old Duck Pond and take a swim." So off he went, wabbly, wabbly, on
his big yellow feet, and pretty soon he saw Granddaddy Bullfrog on his
log. The old gentleman frog was feeling very fine this lovely spring
morning, for he had just eaten thirty-three flies, and that's a pretty
good breakfast, let me tell you, even if the advertisements say you
must eat shavings and cream to be perfectly well.

"Good morning, Ducky Waddles," said Granddaddy Bullfrog. "Have you heard
the news?"

"What news?" asked Ducky Waddles, taking off his collar and his blue
necktie before jumping into the water.

"Why, the Farmer's Boy has gone to the city to see his old maid aunt,"
said Granddaddy Bullfrog with a grin. "He won't throw stones at me now
for maybe a week."

"Well, that's good news," said Ducky Waddles. "Now I can take a swim
without worrying about my new necktie." And he flopped into the water
with a splash that almost frightened to death a little tadpole who was
swimming close by.

"Gracious me!" said the Little Tadpole, whose name was Tad, "if that
old duck had seen me he would have gobbled me up as quick as a winkerty
blinkerty." And then he hid behind a water lily stem until Ducky Waddles
was far away.

Well, Ducky Waddles hadn't gone very far before Mrs. Oriole, who had a
nest like a long white stocking on a branch of the weeping willow tree,
began to sing:

          "Swing high, swing low,
           Swing to and fro
           From the branch of the willow tree.
           But whenever I look
           In the Bubbling Brook
           Another bird looks at me."

"Ha, ha!" laughed Professor Jim Crow, who happened to come by just then.
"What sort of a bird lives in the Bubbling Brook?"

"Well, I can tell you one thing," said Mrs. Oriole, "she doesn't keep
her feathers well combed."

And then you should have heard that wise old blackbird laugh.

"Well, when you look in the Bubbling Brook again," he said, "comb your
feathers, Mrs. Oriole, and perhaps that other bird will do the same."

And would you believe it, that's just what happened? But how Professor
Jim Crow knew it I'm sure I don't know, unless his wife had a vanity bag
with a little mirror in it, as all the ladies do nowadays who don't
vote, I'm told.


WELL, all of a sudden, as Mrs. Oriole combed her yellow curls--beg
pardon, I mean feathers--Little Jack Rabbit heard a voice say, quite
close to his ear, "Hello!" And when he looked around he saw his friend
the Jay Bird perched on a bramble branch.

"How did you get here?" asked the little rabbit.

"In my airship," replied the little bird. "Don't you want to take a

"Will you wait till I finish cleaning my gold watch?" and the little
rabbit set to work, and before long he could see his face in it and the
Jay Bird's too, for Mr. Merry Sun made that little gold watch shine like
a ball of fire.

Then away went the little rabbit and the Jay Bird, and pretty soon they
were flying over the Sunny Meadow, over the treetops and over the
steeples, and over the houses and over the peoples!

Well, sir, it wasn't very long before they were far, far away from the
Shady Forest, and then the little rabbit said: "Don't go too far, Mr.
Jay Bird, for mother will worry if I don't get home in time for supper."
And just then up came the American Eagle with a big flag in his beak and
seven silver stars on the tips of his tail feathers.

          "O come with me and I'll show you where
           I've a nest on the mountain high in the air;
           It's a lonely place, but it's home for me,
           With Mrs. Eagle and children three."

"Show us the way and we'll follow," said the Jay Bird, and he steered
his airship after the great American Eagle, and by and by they came to
his nest high up on the mountain's rocky crest.

The little rabbit hopped out and went over to say how do you do to the
little eaglets, and when they showed him their Thrift Stamp Books, what
do you think this generous little rabbit did? Why, he opened his
knapsack and gave them each a War Saving Stamp. Wasn't that kind of him?

Then Mrs. Eagle went to the ice box for ice cream cones, and everybody
had a feast, and after that the Jay Bird said it was time to go. So he
and the little rabbit got into the airship and went away, and by and by
they were just above the Bramble Patch. Mrs. Rabbit was looking out of
the window, and as soon as she saw them way up high in the clear blue
sky, she rang the supper bell, and Cocky Doodle sang:

          "Home again, my little rabbit,
             That's the place to be.
           Only there true love and rest
             Waits for you and me."

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Transcriber's Note:

Obvious punctuation errors repaired.

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