Title: Animal Chums - True Tales about Four-footed Friends
Author: McIntosh, Jean
Language: English
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  =The Fireside Library.=

  ANIMAL
  CHUMS

  True Tales about Four-footed
  Friends

  BY
  JEAN McINTOSH

  [Illustration]

  NEW YORK
  SULLY AND KLEINTEICH

  (PRINTED IN GREAT BRITAIN)



CONTENTS.


  John Willie                                       5

  "Hurry Up, Jack!"                                14

  Brer Rabbit's Adventure                          18

  The Greedy Lamb                                  28

  The Sparrow Hawks                                38

  Jacko                                            48

  The Horse that went to Church                    61

  The Weasel and the Rabbit                        68

  The Saucy Squirrels                              76

  The Owl in the Dovecot                           84

  A True Story of a Canary                         92



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ANIMAL CHUMS.



_John Willie._


"=Have= you ever heard of any one having a real live goose for a pet?"
said Uncle John to Willie and Tommy.

"Oh! do tell us all about it, uncle," said Tommy.

Now these two little boys loved to hear a nice story; and whenever
their uncle came to live with them, they made him promise to come to
their nursery every evening and tell them a story.

"Well," said Uncle John, when they had settled down, "this is a _true_
story that I am going to tell you to-night."

"I know it is true, because I saw the goose not very long ago, and very
funny he did look with his--"

"But I must begin at the beginning."

       *       *       *       *       *

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In a country village not very far from the seaside lived a little boy
and girl with their father and mother.

Now these people were very, very poor.

It was drawing very near to Christmas time, and they were thinking of
all the nice presents and things that little boys like you would be
sure to get on Christmas morning.

Said Robbie (for that was the boy's name) to his sister,--

"Mamie, do you think Father Christmas will bring _us_ anything this
year?"

"I do hope so," said Mamie. "I _have_ tried to be good."

"What would _you_ like?" said Robbie.

"Well," said Mamie, who was thinking hard, "I think I should like
something that we could all share--father and mother as well."

"But what could that be?" asked Robbie in surprise.

"Well, I _have_ thought of something," said Mamie, "but I am afraid you
will laugh at me if I tell you."

"Oh no, I won't," cried Robbie. "Do tell me what it is."

"I shall tell you," said Mamie, "if you promise faithfully not to
laugh."

"I promise faithfully," answered Robbie.

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"Well," Mamie went on, "I thought that I should like Father Christmas
to send me a _goose_, and then we could all have it for dinner on
Christmas day."

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"That would be jolly," said Robbie. "What a surprise father and mother
would get!"

"Yes, that is what I thought," said Mamie, much relieved that Robbie
did not laugh. "Let us both call up the chimney now and ask Father
Christmas if he will send us one."

So Robbie and Mamie shouted up the chimney together, and what a noise
they did make! This is what they said:--

"Please, Father Christmas, we should like a lovely big goose for
Christmas instead of a present for our stockings."

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"I wonder if he heard," said Robbie and Mamie together.

But Father Christmas did hear. For there was a tiny little fairy
listening all the time, and she caught the message in one of her
wings, and flew right away there and then to give it to Santa Claus.

The next morning Robbie and Mamie ran out into the garden, and what do
you think they saw?

"Oh, oh!" cried Mamie.

"Oh, oh!" cried Robbie.

"It _has_ come," they both said together.

And there waddling about on the grass was a large goose.

They ran away to tell their mother, and she said,--

"Well, we must give it something to eat."

So Robbie and Mamie fed it, not only that morning, but every morning.

By-and-by this goose became very tame, and was soon the pet of the
family.

"I am afraid we shall never have him for dinner now," said Robbie.

"Oh no," answered Mamie; "I could not bear to eat him, he is such a
darling."

So they kept him and gave him the name of John Willie.

       *       *       *       *       *

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"And now," said Uncle John, "if you are good children, I will take you
to see this strange pet some fine day.

"You will see it going for a walk with its master. It sometimes walks
along beside him for miles and miles, with a slow, stately tread.

"Or you may see it sitting on its master's shoulder while he sits and
reads.

"It will also feed out of your hand as dainty as--well, as a goose can."

"What a jolly story!" said Tommy.

"I wish _I_ had a goose," said Willie.

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"_Hurry Up, Jack!_"


=A lady= who lived in the country had a son who was a sailor boy.

Once when he came home from a long, long voyage he brought his mother a
parrot.

Now this parrot was very, very wise indeed, and the lady had taught her
to say all manner of things.

In the mornings the master of the house had to get up very early, and
the parrot used to wake him by crying out,--

"Hurry up, Jack! It is time to get up!"

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One day Polly got out of her cage, and, as the door was standing open,
she flew very quickly through it and out of sight.

The lady hunted high and low for her pet, but she was not to be found.
At last, just when she had given up all hope of ever seeing Polly
again, a boy came to the door of the house.

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"Please, Mrs. Brown" (for that was the lady's name), "I think your
parrot is in Farmer Day's orchard. She is sitting in an old apple tree
screeching for all she is worth."

"Oh, I do hope it is she," said Mrs. Brown, and off she went to seek
the bird as fast as she could.

Sure enough, there was Polly perched high up in the tree crying out,--

"Oh dear me, poor Polly's lost--poor Polly's lost!"

As soon as she saw her mistress Polly cried out,--

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"Hullo, Sally! Poor Polly's lost. Take Polly home!" And the bird flew
down to her.

Now, don't you wish you had a parrot so clever?

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_Brer Rabbit's Adventure._


=Said= Brer Rabbit to his wife one day, "Oh, how I should like to see
the world! It is very dreary living in this green field, and always
having the same thing over and over again."

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"My dear," answered his wife, "it is a dangerous world beyond the
green fields, where all manner of strange things dwell, and two-footed
animals lie in wait to gobble you up. _I_ do not want to leave my
little burrow."

And Brer Rabbit's wife tucked herself up in her little bed and went to
sleep.

But Brer Rabbit kept thinking and thinking, and longing and longing
to go beyond the green field in which he had his home; and one fine
morning he popped out of his hole and ran away with all his might and
main.

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Over the fields he went faster and faster. On the way he passed whole
families of rabbits, and when they called after him, "Where are you
going to, Brer Rabbit?" never a word he answered.

At last Brer Rabbit began to feel tired. It was long since he had left
his home, and he had travelled many, many miles, and now felt very
hungry.

"I wonder where I could get something to eat," he said to himself.

But he looked about in vain. Not a blade of nice sweet grass could he
see anywhere, and he began to feel very sad.

"Oh, what shall I do?" thought poor Brer Rabbit. "How I wish I had
never left my nice home!"

But now he was too tired to go back; and even if he would, he could not
go, for, in his haste, he had not noticed by which way he had come.

Just then he spied a nice box with a lot of straw in it.

"Ah," said Brer Rabbit, "this looks a nice quiet bed. I will just pop
in here and have a good sleep."

So in he popped, and curled himself up in the corner, and soon fell
fast asleep.

Brer Rabbit must have been sleeping for a long time when he awoke with
a fearful start.

And what do you think had happened?

Some one had put a chair inside the box and packed it in with more
straw, and now the lid was being hammered on, and poor Brer Rabbit was
too terrified to move. There he was held fast in a prison, and no one
to let him out.

"Oh dear, _dear_ me!" wailed Brer Rabbit. "If only I had taken my
wife's advice and never left my nice little home!"

But Brer Rabbit wailed in vain, for never an answer was there to his
cry.

Presently Brer Rabbit felt the box being lifted and put into a train.
Then the door was shut, the whistle blown, and away he went, far, far
across the country to a strange land.

Brer Rabbit shivered and shook with fright, and he got so ill with
hunger that he was forced to eat the hard coarse straw. How he longed
for some green grass and a nice cool drink!

After many hours the train stopped and the box was taken out; then it
was put into a van and taken to a big shop in a town. There, with poor
Brer Rabbit still in it, the box was put into a dark cellar.

After a long time a man came to the box and took off the lid; then he
took out the chair.

"I am lost now," said Brer Rabbit, "for surely this is a two-footed
animal come to gobble me up."

So he huddled himself up in the corner, but it was so dark in the
cellar that the man never saw him, and he took the chair away, and left
Brer Rabbit all alone, and _the lid off the box_.

"Now," said Brer Rabbit, "I am at least free of this box, but I will
just wait awhile before I pop out in case any one should come in and
see me."

So he waited till all was quiet, and then popped out of his prison. Oh,
how weak and ill he did feel! He could scarcely hop round the floor.
He looked all over for something to eat, and found some crumbs, but no
water to drink.

So Brer Rabbit stayed there all that night and the next day, until he
was almost dead and had lost count of time.

       *       *       *       *       *

"O sir," said Bob, the errand boy, to his master, "there is a great big
rat in the cellar. I have never seen such a big one before, and I am
almost afraid of it."

"I will come and see," said the master. And off he went with Bob to the
cellar.

Bob opened the door very gently and peeped in.

"It is still there," said he.

"Let _me_ look," exclaimed the master, and he too peeped in at the door.

"Why," he said, "that is not a rat; it is a _wild rabbit_."

Bob's eyes nearly dropped out with surprise. And no wonder, for here
was poor Brer Rabbit sitting in the corner, too weak and ill to run
away.

"Now," he thought, "I must surely die, for I am caught at last."

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But Bob's master was a kind man, and he loved animals very much.

He took Brer Rabbit up in his arms, and gave him some milk to drink and
biscuits to eat, and then put him into a warm basket, and took him home
for his little girls and boys to look at.

That same day they took Brer Rabbit away into the country, and put him
down in a lovely green field, and gave him his freedom.

And this was the end of Brer Rabbit's adventure. After many long days
he found his wife and family again, and when he had told them all about
it, he said,--

"I shall never, never again want to see the world."



_The Greedy Lamb._


"=Have= you ever seen a pet lamb?" said Bobs to his mother one day.

Bobs was a little boy who was always asking questions; and if he could
only get his mother to tell him a story, he was quite content. He would
sit so still that he scarcely so much as winked.

"Yes," answered his mother; "I had a pet lamb for my very own when I
was a little girl."

"Oh, do tell me all about it," cried Bobs. "Was it very tiny?"

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So Bobs and his mother sat down in a chair by the fire, and she began,--

"A long, long time ago, when I was quite a little girl, I had a great
longing to have a pet lamb.

"My father owned a farm, and although I had lots of other pets, I was
not content, and still wanted a lamb for my own.

"'Very well,' said my father, 'you may have a pet lamb, but I am sure
you will get tired of it and never want another.'

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"But I did not believe what father said, for I thought nothing could be
so nice as a little woolly lamb.

"One day we went for a picnic to a lovely valley where a beautiful
waterfall leaped and dimpled in the sunlight, and then fell down, down,
down hundreds of feet into the river below.

"Father and I were standing on a rock watching this waterfall and
thinking how lovely it looked, when, all at once, I saw something that
made me jump.

"'Look, look, father!' I cried; 'there is something lying in the pool
below. What can it be?'

"'Why, I do believe it is a sheep,' said father. 'You stay just there,
and I will go nearer and see.'

"'O father, it _is_ a sheep,' I cried, 'and there is its little lamb.'
And I pointed to a ledge of rock where a tiny lamb was standing
nibbling at some green leaves on a tree that grew by the water-side.

"Every few moments it bleated most piteously, and looked all round for
its mother.

"But never again would it hear her bleat, for there, in the deep pool
at the foot of the waterfall, she was lying drowned.

"'O father,' I cried in great distress, 'what if the poor lamb should
fall in too?'

"But father had gone to try to save it.

"Down, down he went, slipping and sliding on the wet rocks.

"At last he reached the lamb, and, putting it on his shoulder, he began
to climb up the steep rocks to a place of safety.

"After much hard and dangerous climbing, he came back to me and said,--

"'Now, my little girl, you have got your wish at last, for here is a
lamb, and you must take care of it until it is old enough to look after
itself.'

"How pleased I was, although I felt very sad when I thought of the poor
sheep that had fallen into the water and lost its life.

"Well, we took the lamb home, and very soon it got to know me quite
well.

"It would come running to me as soon as I called, and would drink milk
out of a bottle in a very funny way.

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"But oh, it _was_ a mischief; and Jane, the kitchen maid, used to be
very angry when it came trotting into her kitchen on wet days and
dirtied the floor with its feet.

"One day Jane had made the chickens' food all ready, and put it in a
pail, and placed it outside the door to cool.

"The chickens were all waiting for their meal and feeling very hungry.
Jane went to the door for the food, and to her surprise and horror she
found the pail upset and not a bit of food left.

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"'Bother that lamb!' cried Jane. 'It has gone and eaten up all the
chickens' food.'

"And just then we saw the lamb trotting off to the field quite content.

"At last it grew to be a very big sheep--too big to come trotting into
the farm kitchen, for it was so strong and bumped against Jane so much
that she would often chase it out with a broom.

"Then father said it must go into the field and stay there for good.

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"'I am glad,' said Jane, when she heard about it; 'I hope we shall
never have another pet lamb.'

"But I did not think so, for I loved it very much.

"Long afterwards, when I went to the field, it would come running to me
when I called.

"So that was how I got my pet lamb," said Bobs's mother.

"How lovely it must have been!" said Bobs. "I wish _I_ lived in the
country."

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_The Sparrow Hawks._


"=George=, George! Where are you?" called Frank as he went through the
wood.

"I am here," answered George.

"Where? I can't see you," shouted Frank at the top of his voice.

"I am here, up a tree," said George.

"Whatever are you doing there?" said Frank as he spied George's fat
legs through the branches of a tree.

"I shall be down in a minute," said George, "and I will tell you."

Presently George came scrambling down so quickly that Frank thought he
would be sure to fall.

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But George was not afraid of this, for had he not been used to climbing
trees all his life? But then, you see, George lived in the country, and
Frank had only come to stay with him for his summer holiday.

And what a surprise this holiday was to Frank, who lived in a town
where he could not see the green fields nor hear the birds sing!

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"Frank," said George in a whisper, "there is a hawk's nest up that
tree."

"Did you see it?" asked Frank.

"Yes," answered George, "but I could not get close to it; I must try
again to-morrow."

The next day being fine, George and Frank hurried to the wood. They
soon came to the tree where the nest was, and George began to climb.

Up, up, he went, higher and higher, until Frank could not see him any
more, for it was a very high tree.

"I have found it," shouted George, "and there are young ones in it."

"Oh! do bring one down," called Frank. "I _should_ like to see it."

"I will try," answered George, "but they are very savage."

However, George managed to get hold of one of the young hawks, and he
started to come down the tree once more. It was not so easy to climb
down this time, and he had many scratches and bruises before he reached
the ground again.

"Look!" said George; "this is a young hawk." And he held it out for
Frank to see.

It was very pretty but very angry, and it had given George some hard
pecks, so that his fingers were bleeding.

Well, George and Frank took the young hawk home and put it into a cage.

Now, I think these two boys were very cruel to rob the nest; but if you
read the rest of this story you will see what happened.

The next day Frank said to George, "I wish I had another hawk to take
home to my brother Fred. He would be _so_ pleased."

So, sad to say, George climbed the tree again, and took out of the
nest another bird, and they put it into the cage beside its mate.

The next week Frank went back to town, for he had spent a long holiday,
and it was now time to go back to school.

What must have been the feelings of the poor hawks when they found
themselves shut up in a cage and taken away in the train to a smoky
town?

Fred was delighted when he saw them, although he was rather afraid to
go near them, for they ruffled their feathers and looked so angry if
any one attempted to touch them.

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So the poor birds were put in an outhouse, and given raw meat to eat,
and very miserable they looked.

After a few days Frank began to wish that he had never asked George to
take them from their nest. You see, after Fred had seen them there was
no more fun, and Frank thought that they might die if they were shut up
for a long time in a cage.

"Fred," said Frank, "what do _you_ think we should do with these birds?"

"Well," said Fred, "I think we ought to take them into the country and
set them free again."

"Hurrah!" shouted Frank; "that is just what I was thinking. Let us do
it now."

So Frank and Fred covered up the cage, and off they went.

I think the sparrow hawks must have been saying to each other, "Oh dear
me! What are they going to do with us now?"

After a very, very long walk the two boys came to the green fields.
They were very tired and hot and dusty, so Frank said, "Oh, let us open
the cage now, for I cannot go any further."

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But Fred answered, "There is a wood not far away. Let us go there, and
then the birds will feel more at home."

So they went on until they came to the wood. Frank took the cover off
the cage, and Fred opened the door.

The hawks looked out for a few seconds, and then made one dash for
liberty.

They mounted higher and higher, and then soared away out of sight.

Frank looked at Fred, and Fred looked at Frank, and then both together
they said,--

"I am glad they are free."

"I wonder where they will go," said Fred.

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But they never knew, for the birds were never seen again.

Frank and Fred were two happy boys as they trudged back to town again.
Never, never again will they keep a hawk in prison, or indeed any other
free and happy bird of the woods.



_Jacko._


"=Oh=, look, look!" cried Tony; "here are some real live bears."

"Where?" said Elsie, as she came running round the corner. "Oh, what
funny-looking things they are!"

It was a fine day in June, and Tony and Elsie had come with their
mother to see all the animals at the Zoo.

And what a jolly time they were having!

When they had paid their money and passed through the turnstile, the
first thing they saw was a strange-looking bird perched on a branch
beside a seat where one of the keepers was sitting.

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"_That_ is not a real bird," said Tony. "It is only put there to make
fun of people."

Just then it turned its head right round and stared steadily at Tony.

"Why, it _is_ real!" said Tony in surprise. "What a funny-looking
bird!"

"It is an owl," said the keeper, "and there are a lot more in the cages
there."

So Tony and Elsie went on and saw the rest of the owls.

Next, they came to the parrot house. Oh! what screeching and screaming
there was!

"Hullo!" said a voice so close to Elsie that it made her jump.

"It is only a parrot," said Tony, laughing; "he _can_ talk."

There were parrots outside too, swinging on perches, and they looked
very beautiful in the sunlight.

Then Tony, Elsie, and mother went on and on and saw all kinds of
animals. They had a ride on an elephant, and when it was time to get
off, mother was standing with a bag of buns in her hand, and before she
could speak Jumbo had put out his trunk and taken one. What a surprise
she got!

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Inside the elephant house was another Jumbo, and when they told him to
dance he went round and round in his cage in the most comical manner.
Then he opened his mouth wide for Tony to throw a bun into it.

Well, well, what heaps of things there were to see! At last Tony and
Elsie came to the bears.

And there, sitting in a cage, was a lovely brown bear.

"Oh, isn't he a darling?" said Elsie.

"Yes," answered Tony. "Let us give him something to eat."

So he threw a piece of bun to him, and he caught it in his paw. Then
mother said, "Sit up, then;" and greatly to their surprise the bear
sat up on his hind legs and begged.

"Now," said Elsie, "I should like to see the monkeys."

"Come on, then," cried Tony; "I'll race you." And away they ran.

Just inside the door of the monkey house was a great big monkey sitting
all alone in his cage.

"Ugh!" said Elsie; "isn't he ugly?"

And what do you think happened? Up got the monkey, and picking up a
handful of gravel, threw it at Elsie.

You see the monkey did not like being called names, and was very much
hurt.

Well, there were all kinds of monkeys--big monkeys and little
monkeys--running and climbing about their cages. Tony gave them nuts
and pieces of carrot, and one sly old monkey took his share and hid it
in a corner under the straw.

"I do wish I had a monkey, all for my very own," said Tony, as they
went home that day.

"Do you?" asked Elsie. "I do not think _I_ should like one."

The next day Tony and Elsie had been playing in the garden, and as they
were coming into the house Tony spied a queer-looking bundle in the
corner of the door-way.

"What is this?" he said. "Look, Elsie; why, I do declare it is a
_monkey_."

"A monkey!" exclaimed Elsie.

"Yes," said Tony. "Poor little thing, how he does shake!"

"Mother, mother!" they both called out, "come and see this monkey!"

"Why, Tony," said mother, "you have got your wish. Here is a monkey
come to you. But let us take him inside."

So Tony picked the monkey up in his arms and took him into the house.

They found the poor little thing was suffering from a wounded foot,
and when they had bathed and dressed it they gave it some food.

Just then father came in, and when he saw the monkey he said,--

"Hullo! what have you got here? A monkey!"

"O father!" said Tony and Elsie together.

"One at a time," said father.

So Elsie told the story whilst father listened.

"Well," said father, "I think I know where this poor little monkey has
come from."

"As I came through the village I saw a man looking for a monkey. He
told me it had run away from him, and he could not afford to lose it,
as it earned a lot of money by doing tricks."

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"Well," said Tony, "the man must have been very cruel to it, for it is
very thin and tired."

"O father, _don't_ send it back," said Elsie.

"But I thought _you_ did not like monkeys," said father.

"Yes, yes, I do," replied Elsie; "I like this one very much."

"Then," said father, "I shall ask the man if we may buy him."

The next day the man was sent for, and he willingly sold the monkey to
father. "For," he said, "Jacko will never do much good now."

So Jacko was tenderly cared for and fed, and very soon his foot got all
better, and he began to grow fat.

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He was very kind to the children, and would play with them, but
sometimes he was very mischievous.

One day, when the maid was washing, she went into the garden and found
the clothes all lying about on the grass.

"Dear me," she said, "I cannot have hung them up right." So she pinned
them up again, and went into the house. Presently, out she came once
more, and what was her surprise to find the clothes all down again!

The maid said, "I will put them up again, and this time I will watch."

So she pinned the clothes up again, and hid behind the door.

Presently, along the garden wall came Jacko. Away he ran along the
clothes-line, picking out all the pegs as he went, and down dropped the
clothes upon the grass.

"Oh, you villain!" cried the maid; "take that!" And she threw a bowl of
water at Jacko. But Jacko only made a face at her as he scampered away.

So Jacko had recovered his spirits, and was very happy. Let us hope he
will live for many, many years.



_The Horse that went to Church._


=Maggie= and May had a dear old horse which was a great pet, and its
name was Bobbie.

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Now Bobbie was very, very wise, and if I were to tell you all the funny
things he did, why, I should fill this book so that there would not be
room for anything else.

Of course, these two little girls lived in the country; for boys and
girls who live in towns very seldom have a horse to play with.

[Illustration]

It was harvest time, and the reapers were very busy cutting down the
golden corn and binding it into sheaves.

Have you ever been in a harvest field on a summer afternoon? I can tell
you it is delightful, and those of you who have not been there have
missed something very nice indeed.

Now every afternoon there was great running to and fro in the farm
kitchen, for Mollie, the cook, was putting into a basket tea, and bread
and butter, and scones, and all sorts of good things for Maggie and May
to take to the workers in the harvest field.

At four o'clock the stable boy opened the stable door, and out trotted
Bobbie, saddled; for he, too, was going to the harvest field.

Maggie would ride upon his back, and May would carry the basket; and
when the workers saw them coming they would all sit down in a corner of
the field waiting to have tea.

[Illustration]

Bobbie knew the road to the field quite well, but, sad to say, he was
very lazy, and would not hurry at all. Then Maggie would drive him
close to the hedge, and pretend she was getting a stick to whip him
with. When she did this he began to trot, and never stopped until he
came to the gate in the field.

When tea was over, and all the things were gathered into the basket
again, these two little girls would both get on Bobbie's back, one
behind the other; and he galloped off, for he was thinking to himself,
"Now I am going back to my stable and to a good feed of hay."

When all the corn was gathered in and sent away to be made into flour,
Maggie and May went back to school. Bobbie went with them every day,
for it was too far away for little girls to walk.

They would both jump upon his back, and with a "Gee-up, Bobbie," off he
trotted.

[Illustration]

Every Sunday Bobbie went to church. I do not mean that he went into
church, for I am afraid the seat would not have held him, and he would
have looked rather funny.

As soon as the first bell rang, the stable boy harnessed him to the
trap, and round trotted Bobbie to the door of the house.

When the second bell began to ring Maggie and May got into the dogcart
and drove off to church. When they got there Bobbie was put into a
stable not far away until the service was over.

Now one Sunday morning these two little girls could not go to church,
so that Bobbie was not harnessed as usual.

When the first bell began to ring Maggie said to May, "Listen, May; I
think I hear Bobbie crying for us. Let us look out of the window."

There, with his head looking over the stable door, was Bobbie,
whinnying as loudly as he could.

"Look, look!" cried May; "he is trying to get out."

Just then Bobbie gave a great jump over the door, and was trotting off
to church.

He went straight to his stall in the stable, and remained there until
the service was over; and when the other horses backed out, Bobbie did
the same, and came home, no doubt feeling that he had done his duty.



_The Weasel and the Rabbit._


=Freda= and Max were having a holiday in a lovely country town. Every
day they went for a walk, sometimes climbing hills, and at other times
going down by the river.

One morning Uncle Jim said,--

"Let us all go down to Hope's Farm and see the farmer, and I may just
fish a little in the river before coming home."

"Hurrah! hurrah!" cried Freda and Max together. "I should love to see
you catch a fish."

So off they went. There were Freda and Max, Uncle Jim, and father and
mother--quite a jolly party.

It was a lovely morning, and the banks at the sides of the road were
clad with all kinds of flowers. Freda and Max gathered big bunches, and
Don, the sheep-dog, kept poking his nose into every rabbit hole he came
to. Sometimes he got so far down the hole that only his hind legs were
sticking out.

Don was very anxious to catch a rabbit, and sometimes he sat outside
poor bunny's house for quite a long time, with his ears pricked up and
his head on one side, listening. He _did_ catch a rabbit once, but I
will tell you about that some other time.

[Illustration]

Well, after Freda and Max and all the others had walked for some
miles, they came to the farm. It stood at the foot of a high hill, and
quite near to the river.

Max said how jolly it would be to jump out of bed in the mornings and
fish for trout for breakfast.

Uncle Jim saw the farmer, who gave each of them a glass of milk to
drink. It was fresh from the cow and still warm. They all sat down on
the grass before the house to drink it.

The sun was shining, and the birds were singing, and Freda said it
would be lovely to sit there for ever and ever.

Max said _he_ did not think so. He wanted to go fishing some day like
Uncle Jim.

But Freda said, "Of course, Max is only a boy."

I am afraid these two children would have begun to quarrel there and
then, had not Uncle Jim cried out,--

"Look! look! there are some trout jumping out of the water."

And it was quite true. The river was sparkling in the sunshine, and the
trout were leaping out of it high into the air to catch the flies for
food.

Suddenly, it seemed as if the whole world had stopped moving. The birds
ceased their singing, and all was silent.

They all sat and looked, and presently, away at the other side of the
broad river, near the edge of the wood, a rabbit came hopping along as
though in great pain. They all watched until it disappeared into the
wood.

[Illustration]

"What is the matter with the poor rabbit?" said Max.

"Hush!" said Uncle Jim. "See what is coming now."

And there, creeping along swiftly and silently, in the very track of
the poor rabbit, was a large weasel.

They all watched it with bated breath.

Nearer and nearer the weasel got to the place where the rabbit had
fled, and presently it, too, went out of sight.

"Oh! I do hope poor bunny is safe now," cried Freda.

But alas, just then a loud scream rang through the wood, and they knew
then that at last the weasel had caught the rabbit.

Uncle Jim then waded across the river, and went into the wood to see if
he could find the weasel, but he came back without being able to do so.

"But how could a small weasel kill a large rabbit?" asked Max.

"Well, you see," said Uncle Jim, "when a weasel hunts a rabbit, the
rabbit is so much afraid that it loses all its strength, so that it is
unable to run fast and get to a place of safety."

"Then the weasel very soon catches the rabbit and kills it."

"I hate weasels," said Freda.

"So do I," said Max.

"Oh, well, you see," said Uncle Jim, "the weasel must get food; and I
know some little people who are very fond of rabbit pie."



_The Saucy Squirrels._


"=Do= tell me a true story, auntie," said Maggie one evening.

[Illustration]

"Very well," answered auntie. "It is just half an hour before bed-time.
Now what shall I tell you?"

"It must be a true story," said Maggie, "because, you know, we agreed
that bed-time stories must be true. Do you know anything about
squirrels?"

"Yes, I do," answered auntie, "and I will tell you about them.

"One day, not very long ago, Auntie Jessie and I went for a walk in
Regent's Park.

"Now you may remember that this park is quite near to the Zoo, and as
you walk along you can hear the roaring of the lions and the shrieking
of the different animals in their cages not far away.

"It was a beautiful spring day, and Auntie Jessie and I were sauntering
along one of the walks, when suddenly she said,--

"'Look, look! there is one of the squirrels out of the Zoo! It must
have escaped.'

"And there, sitting in the middle of the path before us was a lovely
gray squirrel, with its bushy tail curled up its back.

"'Ah, how pretty it is,' I cried. 'See, it is not a bit afraid!'

"Auntie Jessie threw some biscuit to it, and it came close up to us.

[Illustration]

"'Why,' I cried, 'I do believe there are some more coming to us.'

"And down the trees they came, helter-skelter, along the grass as fast
as they could.

"'Well,' said Auntie Jessie, 'I had no idea there were squirrels here.'

"'Nor I,' I said. 'Let us go and buy some nuts and buns for them to
eat.'

"'Yes, do,' said Auntie Jessie, and off we went.

"We came back in a very short time, and when the squirrels saw us they
came scampering along once more.

"I stood with my back to the railings, and one bold little squirrel
climbed up my back. Then it ran along my arm as I held it out, and took
nuts out of my hand.

"Then some would climb up my dress, and when I looked up I saw one
saucy little squirrel sitting on Auntie Jessie's shoulder.

[Illustration]

"Another one who was not very hungry took a nut and ran along the
grass, scratched away some leaves with his foot, made a little hole,
dropped the nut inside, covered it all up again with the earth and
leaves, and then came back for more.

"Oh, he was a funny little fellow! You see that was his cupboard, and
he kept all his food there until he was hungry enough to eat it."

"How pretty they must have been!" said Maggie.

[Illustration]

"Yes, they were indeed," answered auntie, "and some day I shall take
you there, and you can then feed them yourself.

"After we had fed the squirrels, it was time for us to come home. As
we were coming along the lane I found something awfully nice. Can you
guess what it was?"

"A purse," answered Maggie.

"Wrong," said auntie. "Try again."

"A bracelet."

"Wrong again," said auntie. "I will tell you.

"Just as Auntie Jessie and I were coming past the orchard we spied a
black-looking object in the path before us. As we got nearer to it we
found it was a tiny young blackbird. It had flown down from its nest in
the tree, and now it was too afraid to move.

[Illustration]

"I took it in my hand, and how its little heart did beat! It was very
much afraid. Then I went into the orchard, and put it in a place of
safety, and it fluttered away.

"We had not gone very far along the road again when Auntie Jessie gave
a squeal and jumped back.

"Just then down dropped a young thrush from another tree. But just as I
was going to pick it up it flew across the road. So I left it there, as
it was quite able to take care of itself.

"And now there is not time to tell you any more to-night, for it is
time to go to bed."

[Illustration]



_The Owl in the Dovecot._


"=Father=," said Jack, when he came home from school one day, "I have
had a lesson to-day about the owl."

"Have you?" said Jack's father. "And what did the teacher tell you?"

[Illustration]

"Well," said Jack, "the teacher told us how it slept in the day time
and only came out after dusk. Have you ever seen an owl, father?"

"Yes I have," answered Jack's father. "Come and I will tell you about
it."

So Jack sat himself down on the mat before the fire, and father cleared
his throat and began,--

"Once upon a time, when I was a boy like you, I had a little brother,
and his name was Bob.

"Now Bob and I used to play together, go to school together, go to bed
together--in fact, we did nearly everything together.

"Bob said one day to his mother, 'Mother, I should _love_ to have some
real doves. Do, please, get me some.'

"So mother said, 'Well, I will help you to get some, but you must save
up all your pennies as well.'

"Bob and I saved up our Saturday pennies for a long time. At last, with
mother's help, we had enough to buy some doves. They _were_ pretty, all
white, with rings round their necks.

[Illustration]

"I can remember what fun we had putting up the dovecot. We placed it
against the wall of the house, and not far from our bed-room window.

"Our house was in the country, and when Bob and I were in bed at night
we could hear the owls hooting and crying to one another. It was a
weird sound, and if Bob and I had not known what it was, I think we
should have been very much afraid. But then, you know, it was only the
owls' way of talking to one another.

"Well, one night, a long time after Bob and I had gone to bed, we heard
a very strange noise.

"'Did you hear that noise, Bob?' I said.

"'Yes,' said Bob. 'I wonder what it is.'

"The noise still went on, so Bob said,--

"'Let's get up. I believe the noise is in the dovecot.'

"So we both jumped out of bed, and got into our clothes as fast as ever
we could.

"Bob picked up the candle, and we ran out, and what do you think had
happened?

"First of all, we saw the door of the dovecot wide open. Bob had
forgotten to close it for the first time. There, lying dead upon the
floor, was one of our pretty doves.

"By this time father and mother came rushing out to see what all the
noise was about.

"They brought a lantern, and we looked inside. The other doves were
trying to hide in the corners, or clinging to the wire-netting in a
great state of fear.

[Illustration]

"At last we could see a great dusky owl crouching on a box near the
roof. Its feathers were all ruffled up, and its great black eyes
staring at us as it kept rocking to and fro. Then it lay down on its
back and pretended it was dead.

"All at once it got up in a great rage, struggling, scratching, and
flapping its wings to try to escape.

"'Let us carry the box to the summer-house,' said Bob.

"So we took the box out with the owl in it, and carried it to the
summer-house, and left it there for the rest of the night. You see we
wanted to see the owl in daylight.

"Very, very early in the morning there came another owl to seek its
mate; and when it could not find it, the bird sat upon the roof of the
house and called and called again in very mournful tones for quite a
long time.

"The next morning Bob and I went straight to the summer-house to see
our captive.

"It was now quite quiet, and sat on Bob's hand letting him stroke it
gently.

"'What shall we do with it?' said Bob to me.

"'Let us take it to the old tree in the field,' I answered.

"So Bob put it down near the hollow of the tree, and it shuffled away
into the darkness.

"And that is the end of the story," said Jack's father.

"But why did you let it go?" cried Jack.

"Well, the farmer does not like people to kill owls, as they eat up the
mice that do harm to his corn-fields."

[Illustration]



_A True Story of a Canary._


=It= was the day after New Year's Day, and we had all gathered at Uncle
Jim's house to have a tea-party. When I say _we_, I mean Ethel, and
Mabel, and Godfrey, and myself. Of course, Ethel's mother was there, as
well as _her_ uncle and aunt, and altogether we had a lot of people.

Presently, Ida came.

Now Ida is Ethel's very dear friend, and she lives at the sea-side. She
had to come in the train to get to our party.

Uncle Jim has two canaries, and they are such dear little things.

One is called Dicky and the other Fluffy.

Dicky is a beautiful singer and very proud; he is always preening his
feathers to make himself look nice. Fluffy cannot sing at all. She
sometimes tries to imitate Dicky, and all the sound she makes is a
croak. Then she looks quite ashamed of herself.

These two little birds are so tame, they come out of their cages and
fly about the room.

They sometimes alight on the table and pick up crumbs, and Fluffy will
even hop on to the edge of your plate and steal your dinner. They look
very tiny when they hop about the table.

Fluffy is a very greedy bird. She is always eating, and whenever she
sees a loaf of bread on the table she cheeps and cheeps until she gets
some crumbs.

Now when Ida saw these birds she looked very sad.

"Why, Ida," said Godfrey, "you look quite ready to cry. Whatever is the
matter?"

"Well," said Ida, "a most dreadful thing happened yesterday. A lady
asked me to take care of her canary while she went away to do some
shopping. I did so, and was teaching it to fly about the room like
Fluffy and Dicky.

"It was a very valuable bird, and she prized it greatly.

"In the afternoon I thought I would let it out of its cage. It flew
round the room a few times, and then to my horror it went straight into
the fire. There was just a little squeak, and it was gone."

The bright fire had attracted this little bird, and now Ida did not
know how she would tell the owner when she came back for her pet.

So this is a warning to all little boys and girls who have birds to
keep--to be sure to put a guard before the fire before letting them out
of their cages.


THE END.



+Transcriber's Notes+

  1. Typographical errors have been silently corrected.

  2. Variations of spelling and hyphenation are as in the original.

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