BUNNY AND SUE WERE DELIGHTED WITH THE "JUBILEE."BUNNY AND SUE WERE DELIGHTED WITH THE "JUBILEE."
Bunny Brown and His Sister Sue in the Sunny South.Page 101
Bunny and Sue were delighted with the "jubilee," as it was called. Of course Sam and Grace had seen it before, but they always enjoyed it. There was dancing, too, and some of the capers cut by the men and boys were very funny.
"What's hoe cake?" asked Bunny, remembering that Mr. Morton had spoken of this.
"In the old days, before the war, it was a cornmeal cake baked on the clean blade of a field hoe," was the answer. "But now they are generally made in a pan or skillet, I think. A hoe cake is a sort of Johnnie cake up North."
"Here comes Mammy Jackson with some now," said Mrs. Morton, as a fat, jolly-looking colored woman approached the visitors with a large tray.
"White folks come to visit an' we got to treat 'em quality like!" chuckled the old negress. "Here you is, li'l white folks," and she presented the tray to Bunny and Sue.
It was laden with all sorts of good things that the darkies like to eat, but as some of the food was rather rich, especially for eating just before going to bed, Mrs. Brown looked at what Bunny and Sue took, allowing them only a little of each dainty. It was all clean and well cooked, and Bunny and Sue thought they had never before tasted anything so good. They did not get any 'possum meat, and perhaps they would not have liked that. It takes a real Southerner to care for that dainty.
After the eating, the singing, playing and dancing went on more wild and noisy than before, but Bunny and Sue were not allowed to stay up very late. And so, rather wishing they might remain longer, they were led away, and a little while afterwards were snug in bed, listening to the faint and far-off sounds of the colored jubilee.
Two days later Mr. Brown, having finished his business in Georgia, started with his family for Orange Beach, Florida.
"We had a lovely time here!" said Sue to Grace, as they parted.
"Most fun I ever had in my life!" addedBunny. But then as he said that about nearly every place he had visited, I am beginning to think he had a very happy disposition.
"Don't eat too many oranges!" Grace called to Sue, as the Southern children watched their little guests climb aboard the train that was to take them to Florida.
"I won't," Sue promised.
"And don't let an alligator catch you!" begged Sam of Bunny.
"I'll catchthem!" declared the little fellow.
"Good-by! Good-by!" was echoed back and forth.
Then the train pulled out of the small station of Seedville, and once more Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were on their journey. And many things were to happen before they reached home again.
Bunny Brown and his sister Sue were now going farther down into the sunny South. They had left far behind the bleak and cold of the North where there was ice and snow when they had come away. In Georgia they had found soft winds and balmy skies, but now, as they were headed into Florida, they were to find it even warmer.
Orange Beach, where Mr. Brown expected to meet Mr. Halliday and attend to some business, was in the southern part of Florida, somewhat inland from the ocean and on a river which Bunny, at least, hoped would be filled with alligators.
As for Sue, all she hoped for was to gather oranges and orange blossoms. Both children, in a way, were to have their wishes gratified.
As the train went farther south, the scenerygrew more and more green, for Bunny and Sue were getting into the land where there is never any snow or ice, and only occasionally a little frost, which all orange growers dread. Sometimes, to keep a frost from hurting the orange trees, great bonfires are built in the groves and kept going all night.
"Oh, look what a funny tree!" cried Sue, as the train was passing through a swampy bit of forest. "It looks as if it had whiskers!"
"Oh, isn't it funny!" echoed Bunny. "What is it, Daddy?"
Daddy Brown leaned toward the car window and looked out. Several trees were now seen, each one festooned with what Sue had called "whiskers."
"That is Spanish moss, also called long moss," explained Mr. Brown. "It is common in Florida and other parts of the South, especially in trees that grow in the swamps, or everglades."
"What are the everglades?" Bunny wanted to know. "Are they like alligators?"
"Oh, no!" laughed his mother. "About all you think of, Bunny, is alligators."
"I don't; do I, Mother?" asked Sue. "I keep thinking of oranges!"
Mr. and Mrs. Brown laughed at this, and Mr. Brown, after explaining how the Spanish moss grew on trees, sometimes hanging down like the gray beard of a very old man, told the children about the everglades.
"The everglades are the great swamps in the southern part of Florida," Mr. Brown said. "The land there is very low in some places, and the sea water covers it at times. The everglades are lonely places, part forest and partly covered with tall grass."
"Alligators, too?" asked Bunny, with wide-open eyes.
"Yes, I think alligators are there," Mr. Brown said. "But no oranges," he added, before Sue could ask that question. "It is too swampy to raise oranges, though now an effort is being made to drain the swampy everglades and make them of some use. We aren't going to that part of Florida, however; at least not on this journey."
There was so much of interest to see on this trip to the sunny South, and so much to askquestions about, that Bunny and Sue thought the journey one of the most delightful they had ever taken.
While Mr. Brown looked over some business papers, among which Bunny had a glimpse of the valuable oil certificate, and while Mrs. Brown read a magazine, the children looked from the windows of their car at the scenes and landscapes that flitted past so rapidly.
"We're going to change cars in a little while," said Mr. Brown to his wife and children, as he put his papers back in his pocket.
"Are we at Orange Beach?" Bunny asked, ready to start out and hunt alligators at a moment's notice if need be.
"Oh, no," his father answered. "Orange Beach is another day's travel. But this is as far as this railroad runs and we have to get off and take another train. The place where we will get off is only a small station in a little town, but there is a man there I want to see on business."
"Will you stay there long?" asked Mrs. Brown.
"No, only a few hours, while waiting for the next train to take us on to Orange Beach. You will have time to get something to eat—you and the children, while I see Mr. Parker. The name of the place is Clayton, and it is the next station," said Mr. Brown, looking at a timetable he carried.
Bunny and Sue were delighted to ride in railroad trains and look out at the scenery, but they were also glad to get out once in a while, to "stretch their legs," as Bunny said. In fact, the children were always glad of a change, and now that they heard they were to alight from one train, get lunch in Clayton, and proceed in another car they welcomed whatever might happen during that time.
"Clayton! Clay-ton!" called the trainman, as the cars began to go more slowly when the brakes were put on, and Bunny and Sue, with their father and mother, began to gather up their hand baggage in readiness to alight.
Clayton was a small town in Florida, and except that everything was as green and sunny as it would have been in Bellemere in the middle of summer, the village was not verydifferent from many country towns of the North. Yes, there was a difference, too. There were a large number of colored people about—children and men and women—and many of the animals seen drawing carts and wagons were mules instead of horses. One or two small automobiles were to be noticed, but there was not such a busy scene as would have been noticed in a Northern town.
"Now," said Mr. Brown to his wife, when she and the children were gathered about him on the station platform, "I think this will be the best plan. You and the children get lunch in that restaurant over there, while I go uptown and see Mr. Parker. By the time you finish your lunch and I get back, you will not have long to wait for the train that will take us to Orange Beach. It comes in here at this station."
"But where will you get lunch?" asked Mrs. Brown.
"With Mr. Parker," was the answer. "I can eat and talk business at the same time, and get through sooner. That looks like a nice enough little restaurant over there. I hopethey will have something you and the children can eat."
"I am not very hungry," Mrs. Brown said. "We ate so many good things at Mrs. Morton's that I must have gained several pounds."
"I'm hungry!" exclaimed Bunny, anxious lest there be no lunch.
"So'm I!" echoed his sister.
"I guess there'll be enough for you," his father said, with a laugh. "Take them over, Mother, while I see if I can hire one of these easy-going colored boys to drive me uptown."
There were one or two ramshackle old carriages with bony horses harnessed to them standing about the station, and in one of these Mr. Brown was soon on his way up the street toward the main part of the village.
"Come on, children. We'll see what there is for lunch," Mrs. Brown said.
She led the way over to the small restaurant near the railroad. She found that it was clean and neat, something of which she had been a little doubtful from the outside.
A white man kept the restaurant, but hesaid he had an old colored "mammy" for a cook, and then Mrs. Brown knew she and the children would get something good to eat.
They had chicken and waffles, as well as other good things, and in spite of the fact that she had said she was not hungry, Mrs. Brown managed to eat a good lunch. As for Bunny Brown and his sister Sue, I really am ashamed to tell you how much they ate and how many things they passed their plates for "more."
But traveling always makes children hungry, doesn't it?
"May we walk up and down the street a little while?" asked Bunny of his mother, as she went back to the station with him and Sue after lunch. "We want to see things while we're waiting for daddy."
"Yes, but don't go far away," Mrs. Brown answered, as she took her seat on the bench in the shade. "I don't know just what time the train for Orange Beach is due."
Bunny and Sue promised not to stray away, and then, hand in hand, while their father was off uptown on business and while their motherwas dozing sleepily on the station bench, the children wandered along the street which extended beside the railroad tracks.
On the rails were a number of freight cars, several of the kind called "box," because they look like big boxes on wheels. Bunny and Sue crossed the street and walked along the string of boxcars, looking into those the doors of which were open.
"I wouldn't like to ride in one of those cars," said Sue to Bunny. "They aren't nice, and they have no windows in to see out of."
"And no seats, either," Bunny added. "They're only for freight, anyhow."
"What's freight?" asked Sue.
"Oh, it's different things they put in cars," Bunny answered. "It's boxes and barrels and bales of cotton, I guess, for I heard Mr. Morton say he had to pay a lot of freight money to have his cotton taken away."
"Is that freight?" asked Sue, pointing to some broken boxes on the ground near a boxcar, the door of which stood open.
"I guess it was once, maybe," Bunny answered. "Those boxes come in a freight car,but they took the stuff out. Let's go and see if there's anything left in the freight car."
Forgetting that they had promised their mother not to go far away, Bunny and Sue wandered down the track and soon stood beside a car out of which some empty boxes and barrels had been thrown. And as they neared the car they heard, coming from within it, the mewing of a cat.
"Oh, there's a pussy!" cried Sue, who heard it first.
"Where?" asked Bunny.
"In that freight car, I think," his sister went on. "Oh, there it is!" she cried, pointing.
Bunny looked in time to see a small cat peering from the door of the car. The door was about four feet from the ground, and the little pussy seemed to think this was too far to jump down.
"Poor little pussy!" said Sue kindly. "I guess it's hungry and lonesome, Bunny! Let's get it and take it to mother."
"All right," Bunny agreed. "But we'll have to get up on a box or barrel to reach it."
Neither Bunny nor Sue was tall enough tolift the poor cat down from the open door of the freight car. And it did seem to be the kind of cat one would call "poor," for it was very thin, and was crying as if hungry or perhaps lonesome.
"Maybe it's been shut up in the car a long time," Sue said.
"We'll get it down and feed it," said Bunny, pulling a box from the pile over toward the freight car, so he could climb up through the wide, sliding door.
"Let me help you!" begged Sue, when she saw what her brother was doing. "I'll help you move the box."
Bunny Brown was glad to have his sister's help, and the two children half carried, half dragged the empty packing box over to the freight car.
"Oh, it's gone!" cried Sue in disappointed tones, as Bunny shoved the box under the wide, open door.
"What's gone?" asked the little boy.
"The poor, hungry pussy! It ran away and now we can't feed it!"
"Hum!" exclaimed Bunny, who was also disappointed. "I guess—"
"Oh, there it is!" suddenly cried Sue, pointing, as the little cat—for it was only halfgrown—thrust his head around the edge of the door.
"Keep still now, pussy, and we'll get you," begged Sue, as if the cat knew what she was saying. The cat certainly heard, and perhaps it did understand something of what the children were trying to do, for they spoke very kindly. And let me tell you that dogs and cats can easily tell the difference between kind and cross speaking.
While the little pussy looked down from the door of the freight car at the two children, Bunny managed to scramble up on top of the wooden box. From there he could easily get inside the car. He did not think he would have to do this, however, and he did not want to, for the inside of the car looked very dark and "scary." Bunny could not see to either end, for the car was rather long.
But as the little boy climbed up on the box and reached out his hand to grasp the kitten, the little cat, with a sad "mew!" backed farther inside the big car.
"Come on, pussy!" called Bunny gently. "I won't hurt you!"
"We'll give you some nice milk," added Sue, standing on the ground near the box. "Let Bunny get you!"
But this the strange cat did not want to do. Back into the car it ran, just as you have very often, I suppose, seen a strange cat or dog run away from you, until it made sure you were going to be kind.
By this time Bunny had leaned far enough inside the car to be able to notice that it was not quite so black and "scary" as he had at first thought. He could see each end easily now, and in one far corner was the little cat, rubbing up against the sides of the car, as if it wanted to be petted, but was afraid to let the children do it.
"I guess I'll have to go in after it," said Bunny.
"All right," agreed Sue. "I'll come and help you," and she scrambled up on the box just as Bunny drew his legs up over the edge of the car and went inside.
Mrs. Brown, from her place on the station platform, could look down the tracks and see the line of freight cars which extended alongside the street. She had seen Bunny and Sue walking in this direction, but she did not imagine they would get inside a car. If she had seen Bunny scrambling in after the cat she would have run down to make him come out.
But she did not see this, for she had closed her eyes and was dozing a little in the warm air of the sunny South. Nor did Mrs. Brown see Sue climb up on the box after her brother.
As soon as Bunny went inside the car to get the cat Sue followed, and there the two children were, inside the big boxcar, while pussy was mewing sadly at one end, wanting to be petted and fed, but just a little afraid.
"We'll get it now," said Bunny, as he saw Sue in the car with him. "You go one side and I'll go the other. Then we'll catch it and take it to mother."
"Maybe it'll scratch me," suggested Sue, for she had been scratched by pet kittens more than once.
"No, I don't think it will," said Bunny. "Come up easy, so you won't scare it."
Walking a little way apart down the length of the freight car, in which they could nowsee very well, Bunny Brown and his sister Sue approached the pussy. They held out their hands and hissed through their lips, for they thought cats liked that sound. If it had been a little dog in the freight car the children would have whistled, and the dog, very likely, would have run to them, wagging its tail.
If Bunny and Sue had whistled they might have frightened the little pussy, so they just made soft sounds through their lips, and walked toward the small cat.
But when Bunny and his sister did this the pussy ran and hid as far back as it could in one end of the car, as if afraid.
"Oh, we won't hurt you!" exclaimed Sue.
"We just want to get you and take you out so we can feed you," explained Bunny.
But the pussy did not seem to understand.
"You go one way and I'll go the other," suggested Bunny. "We can catch it between us."
"Like we did chickens at grandpa's farm once," agreed the little girl. She remembered how she and her brother had once thus closed in on some hens and a rooster that had got out of the chicken yard.
"That'll be a good way," Bunny said.
But when they tried it, he coming in toward the pussy from the right and Sue from the left, the little cat just scampered between the children with a "mew!" and there it was at the other end of the car!
"Oh, it's playing tag!" laughed Sue.
"I guess it is," agreed Bunny. "Come on, little cat!" called the boy. "We have to go home pretty soon. We can't stay here all the afternoon."
"Oh, Bunny, how funny!" laughed Sue. "We aren't goinghome!"
"Well, we're going on to Florida, and that'll be home for a while," said the little fellow. "Anyhow we've got to be going pretty soon or mother will be looking for us. Come on now, we'll try again."
Once more they walked carefully toward the other end of the freight car, whither the pussy had gone. But again the furry animal dashed between Bunny and his sister, keeping out of reach of their eager hands.
"I don't b'lieve it wants us to catch him," said Sue.
"I don't b'lieve so, either," agreed Bunny.
But they did not give up trying, though the more they raced after the little pussy the livelier that animal seemed to become, until Bunny and Sue were getting quite tired.
Then, suddenly, when they were in one end of the car trying to corner the lively little cat, there came a jar and a jolt to the car.
"What's that?" asked Sue, a bit frightened.
"Something bumped into us," Bunny answered. "I guess maybe it was the engine." Then, as the children felt another bump, which shook the whole car and them also, and as they heard a banging noise and the tooting of a whistle, Bunny exclaimed: "Oh, an engine is hitching on our car! We're going to have a ride!"
Before Sue could say anything the car suddenly became dark, for the sliding door on the side, by which Bunny and his sister had entered, slid shut with another bang.
"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue, this time in great fright. "We're shut in here!"
"Yes," agreed Bunny, trying hard to bebrave and not cry as he felt Sue was going to do. "I guess we are!"
"Oh, Bunny!" exclaimed his sister, "what'll we do?"
Bunny did not know just what to answer.
"Mew!" cried the little kitten, somewhere in the dark car. In fact, it was so dark that neither Bunny nor Sue could see the other, and they could not tell where pussy was.
There came another bang and rattle, a loud noise, and then Bunny Brown and his sister Sue felt the car rolling away. A locomotive was pulling it, giving the children a strange ride.
Bunny and Sue were so surprised when they found that they were being hauled away in the closed and dark freight car that for a time after their first startled cries they said nothing. They remained standing hand in hand in the middle of the dark, empty space, swaying to and fro as the train bumped over the uneven rails.
"Oh, Bunny!" gasped Sue in a little whisper, "where do you s'pose we're going?"
"I don't know," he answered. "But it's somewhere. We're having a ride, anyhow."
This was true enough. They were moving along quite swiftly now, but not nearly so smoothly or so comfortably as when they had ridden in the parlor car or the sleeping car.
"Will mother and daddy come?" asked Sue,her voice a bit shaky because she was half crying.
"I—I don't guess they will," her brother answered. "Daddy is uptown, seeing a man, and mother was on the station bench when we crawled in this car to get the cat."
"Oh!" exclaimed Sue, and then she tried to peer through the gloom to see Bunny. At first, after the door had slid shut, she could only dimly see where her brother stood, even though she had hold of his hand. But now, as her eyes became used to the darkness, she could make out that Bunny was standing close beside her.
What had happened was this. The children had climbed into an empty freight car that was standing on a siding, as the extra tracks around a railroad station are called. The freight had been taken from the car some days before, and, being empty, it was needed to be loaded again.
A switch engine, which was "picking up empties," as the railroad men call it, had backed down the track and had been fastened to several cars in addition to the one containing Bunny Brown and his sister Sue. The railroad men, of course, did not know that the children were in the car. And they knew nothing about the pussy cat. They supposed the freight car was empty.
The freight engine, in backing down the track to be coupled, or fastened, to the cars, had banged into them rather hard. This hard bang had slid shut the sliding door, making Bunny, Sue, and the cat prisoners.
"Oh!" suddenly exclaimed Sue after a period of silence.
"What's the matter?" asked Bunny, for, having hold of his sister's hand, he could feel her jump.
"Something rubbed up against my legs," she answered.
"It's the cat!" exclaimed Bunny.
"Oh!" cried Sue again, and this time there was happiness in her voice. She leaned down and felt around her legs. Her hand touched a warm, furry back. "It is pussy!" she cried. "And kitty let me pick him up! Oh, Bunny, it's purring like anything!" Sue exclaimed.
"I guess it's lonesome, too, and maybe don'tlike to ride in a freight car, so it's getting tame," Bunny said. And perhaps this did explain it.
"I can pick him up!" cried Sue in delight. And, a moment later, she had the pussy in her arms. Surely enough the little fluffy fellow was no longer afraid of the children. It wanted to be near them for company, and it snuggled down in Sue's arms, while Bunny reached over in the dark and softly stroked the animal.
All this while the freight car was being hauled farther and farther away from the railroad station.
"I'm going to sit down," said Sue, and she did, taking her place on the floor of the car with her legs stretched out, making a lap for the cat. Bunny, whose eyes were also becoming used to the dark, could see what Sue was doing, and he sat down beside her, reaching over now and then and petting pussy. The little cat seemed quite content now, and if it was hungry it did not cry.
"Maybe I could open the door so we could get out," suggested Bunny, after a bit.
"You couldn't get off this car while it was moving, even if you could open the door," Sue stated. "Don't you 'member mother said we should never get on a trolley car when it was moving, or get off?"
"Yes," admitted Bunny. "I 'member that. But I'm not going to get off till the car stops. Only I'll see if I can get the door open, so we'll be all ready to get off when it does stop."
With this in mind Bunny arose from his place on the floor of the swaying freight car beside Sue and the kitten in her lap, and tried to make his way over to where some cracks of light showed around the door. There were two sliding doors to the car, one by which the children had entered, and another opposite. But this last showed no light around the edges, and Bunny rightly guessed that this one was fastened more tightly than the one that had slid shut.
It was one thing for Bunny to say he would open the door, but it was quite another thing to do it. For by this time the engine was puffing away down the track at good speed, and the little fellow soon found that it was veryhard to walk across the empty freight car. It swayed from side to side, much more so than an ordinary railroad coach, and a great deal more than a Pullman car.
But if it was difficult for him to walk in a regular passenger car, it was much harder in the swaying freight car. And when he tried to make his way to the door he was nearly thrown off his feet.
"Oh, Bunny, look out! You'll be hurt! What are you going to do?" asked Sue, for she could see her brother fairly well now.
"I'm going to open that door!" grunted Bunny. The reason he grunted was because he sat down suddenly. He had been swayed right off his feet.
"You can't do it!" Sue said. "Don't get hurt, Bunny!"
"I won't," he answered. "But we've got to get out of this car, and I've got to get that door open! I know what I can do," he went on. "If I can't walk over I can crawl. I did that when I was a baby."
Bunny Brown was a smart and brave little fellow, and, as he said, when he found hecould not walk upright, because the car swayed so, he made up his mind to crawl. And crawl he did, across the rough, splintery floor of the old car. Once he stuck a sliver into the palm of his hand. He cried "Ouch!" but the rumble of the wheels was so loud that Sue did not hear him, and Bunny was glad of it.
He stopped, pulled the splinter from his hand, and then bravely went on again, crawling over the swaying car. At last he reached the door, and as there were projections on the side, by which he could hold himself, Bunny managed to stand up.
"Now I'm going to open the door, Sue!" he called to his sister. "And when the train stops we can get off and go back to mother and daddy."
"Yes, I guess we'd better do that," Sue answered. "They'll get worried about us."
Holding to a wooden brace on the side of the car with one hand, Bunny tried to push back the heavy, sliding door with the other. It went a few inches, letting more light inside the car, but there the door stuck. And it was,perhaps, a good thing that it did. For if the door had opened suddenly the little boy might have been pitched out, for the train of empty freight cars was now moving swiftly.
Bunny pulled and tugged so hard that he fairly grunted.
"What's the matter?" asked Sue, hearing him.
"I—I can't get this door—open!" gasped her brother.
"Oh, well, never mind," she said. "Maybe some of the trainmen will come along and let us out."
"How can they come along when the train is moving?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Didn't you ever see 'em run along on top of the freight cars?" asked Sue.
"Yes. But this door is on theside—not ontop," her brother answered. "I've got to get it open if we want to get out!"
He pulled and tugged again, but it was of no use. The door had opened a little way, making a crack through which Bunny could see the sunny fields, the trees, the telegraphpoles, and the fences gliding past. But the crack was all too small for him or Sue to squeeze through.
"I guess we'll have to wait," Bunny said at length, as he crawled back to the side of his sister.
"You can hold pussy a little while," she said to him. Bunny was very glad to do this, and the little cat snuggled down on his legs, while he gently stroked the soft fur.
On and on rumbled the freight train, clicking and clacking over the rails, and making a roaring sound when it crossed a bridge. Suddenly, above the other creaking, jolting sounds another noise sounded. It was like a groan.
"What's that?" asked Sue, reaching over and grasping Bunny by the arm. She could see him plainly now, because the door was open a wider crack.
"What's what?" asked Bunny, who had been trying to make the pussy stand up on its hind legs.
"That noise," went on Sue. "Didn't you hear it?"
Both children listened, and above the noise made by the clacking wheels they did hear a groan! Or was it a grunt?
"Oh!" cried Sue, almost crawling into Bunny's lap. "What is it?"
"I don't know," the little boy answered, and he was beginning to feel as frightened as was Sue.
Again a noise, somewhere between a grunt and a groan, sounded through the car, and the children also heard a movement. Bunny glanced in the direction of it, and saw what at first he had taken to be a bundle of rags moving in one dark corner.
"Who's there?" boldly cried Bunny, holding Sue's hand.
"Why, I'm here," was the answer. "I'm Nutty, the tramp. Who are you? My, I've had a fine sleep!" the voice went on, and it was rather a jolly, good-natured voice Bunny thought. "Such a fine sleep as I've had!"
There was the sound of grunting, yawning, and stretching. Then the voice cried in surprise:
"Why, we're moving!"
"Yes," answered Bunny, wondering who in the world Nutty, the tramp, might be. "The train is going!"
"Well, well! And to think I slept through it!"
Bunny and Sue could see the ragged bundle in the corner getting up. It came toward them, and in the light that came through the crack in the freight car door the children saw that their fellow traveler was a very ragged man—a regular tramp in fact.
On his part Nutty, as he called himself, stared with surprised eyes at Bunny Brown and his sister Sue.
"Two kids!" cried the tramp. "Bless my ragged gloves! Two kids!"
Bunny and Sue did not know just what to make of this ragged tramp who was traveling in the freight car with them. It was not, of course, the first time they had seen a tramp—they were plentiful enough around Bellemere at times, and often they had come begging for food at the back door of the Brown house. Bunny and Sue had often seen their mother feed the poor men, and some of them were quite jolly, and joked about their bad luck.
This tramp, "Nutty," he had called himself, was one of the jolly kind, the two children decided. Nutty now came from the corner where he had been sleeping and stood in the light that came through the door Bunny had slid back a little way.
"What in the world are you doing here?" asked Nutty, as he again stretched out hisarms, showing the rags and patches of his torn coat.
"We came in to get the kitten," answered Sue.
"What, my kitten? My Toddle?" cried the tramp. "You wouldn't take little Toddle away from me, would you?"
"Oh, is that your kitten?" asked Bunny Brown. "We didn't know. We thought it was a stray pussy that had got up in the freight car and couldn't get out. We climbed up in to take it to our mother so it could have some milk, and then the train started."
"Oh, ho! So that's how it happened?" asked Nutty. "I wondered how you two kids got here. I knew you couldn't be tramps. But Toddle is my kitten all right. I call him Toddle because that's about all he can do in the way of a walk. He toddles on his four little legs," and Nutty laughed, which made Bunny and Sue feel better.
"Yes, Toddle is my kitten," the queer tramp went on. "I picked him up the other day in the fields. I guess he was lost—a tramp like myself. I put him in my pocket—it's got someholes in it, but none of them quite big enough for Toddle to fall through—and I've kept him ever since. He was with me when I crawled into this car to go to sleep."
"Were you in this car when we got in after the cat?" asked Bunny. "We didn't see you."
"For a good reason," the tramp answered. "I didn't want any one to see me. The railroad men don't like us tramps, and when they find us in the cars they put us out. I crawled away back in the darkest corner I could find and curled up. I must have looked like a bundle of rags."
"You did," Bunny answered. "That's what I thought you were."
"It's the safest way to look when a railroad man is searching for you," Nutty answered, with a laugh. "Well, I'm on my way again," he added. "The engine must have backed down, coupled on to the freight cars, and hauled them off while I slept. Where are you children going?"
"We—we don't know," answered Bunny Brown, and then he and Sue felt a wave oflonesomeness coming over them. They wanted their father and mother, and the children knew they were being carried farther and farther away from their parents as the train jolted along. They knew daddy and mother would be much frightened, too.
"Where is your mother?" asked Nutty, the tramp.
"She was sitting on a bench at the station when we climbed into the car to get the kitten," explained Sue.
"She didn't see us," added her brother.
"And where is your father?" Nutty wanted to know.
"He's up in the village seeing a man," said Bunny. "We're going to Florida to get alligators—"
"And oranges!" broke in Sue.
"Yes, and oranges," admitted Bunny. "And we stopped off here to change trains and get something to eat."
"Hum!" mused Nutty. "Speaking of something to eat, where's Toddle? That kitten must be hungry."
"Here it is!" exclaimed Sue, stooping down and picking up the little cat which was purring around her legs.
"Come on, Toddle, I'll give you some milk," said Nutty, holding out his hands for his pet.
"Oh, have you got milk here?" eagerly asked Bunny.
"Well, I've a little in a bottle that I have been saving for Toddle," the tramp answered. "But if you are thirsty I can give you a drink of water. I've got some nice, clean water in a bottle."
"I'm thirsty," said Sue, in a low voice.
"And I'm hungry!" exclaimed Bunny Brown. "But I don't s'pose you have anything to eat, have you?" he asked, hopefully.
"Ha! That's just what I have!" exclaimed the tramp. "If you'll come with me, back to my corner where I left my things, we'll have a little picnic. I don't want to make a light so near this crack in the door. Some railroad men at the stations we pass might see us, and then I'd be arrested."
"What for?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Oh, for being a tramp!" laughed theragged man. "But come to my corner and we'll light up."
"How can you make a light?" Sue asked, for she did not exactly like the looks of the dark corner.
"I have some ends of candles," answered Nutty. "Come, we'll have a little picnic—I'll invite you kids and Toddle to the feast!"
Bunny and his sister wondered what the tramp could give them to eat, but they were both hungry and thirsty, though it was not so very long since lunch. So, with the tramp carrying Toddle, the children followed to the corner where Bunny had first seen what he thought was a bundle of rags.
"Stand still a minute now, kiddies," said Nutty kindly, as Bunny and Sue reached the dark corner. "I'll make a light." He put Toddle down on the floor, and the end of a candle, stuck on top of an old tomato can, soon made the place fairly light. On the floor in the corner were some tin boxes and a few bottles, one of which held a little milk, as the children could see. The other seemed to have water in it, but what was in the tinboxes the little boy and girl could only guess.
"We'll feed Toddle first," said Nutty. "He's so little, and he doesn't know how to wait. Here you are, pussy!" he called, and then into a tin box, that once had held sardines, Nutty poured some milk from the bottle. Eagerly the little cat lapped it up, while Bunny and Sue watched in the flickering light of the candle.
"Well, now I guess he feels better," the tramp remarked, as Toddle began to clean his face with his red tongue, using his paws for a washrag. "Do you kiddies like nuts?" the ragged man asked.
"Do you mean peanuts?" asked Sue.
"Those and pecans," went on the tramp. "I've got lots of nut meats. That's why they call me Nutty—because I eat so many nuts. But they are good and make a fine meal. Besides, they don't cost anything, for the nut growers don't mind if I take a few nuts. Sometimes I do a little work for them, but mostly I'm a tramp. Anyhow, that's all I've got for you to eat now—plenty of nuts. We'll have a picnic on them."
It surely was a strange scene! Bunny Brown and his sister Sue in that freight car with Nutty, the tramp, and Toddle, the kitten, a flickering candle giving light as the ragged man set out his store of nuts. That is what the tin boxes held—a goodly store of nut meats.
"I crack 'em with stones and pick 'em out in my spare time," said Nutty, as he opened the tin boxes. "I have plenty of spare time," he added, with a laugh. "Now, children, I haven't any chairs to invite you to sit on, but I guess it will be safer on the floor. The car rocks so. Sit down and eat. Nutty provides the nuts!"
"Could I please have a drink?" asked Sue.
"Oh, yes! I forgot about that!" exclaimed Nutty. "Nuts make you thirsty, too. Well, I filled my bottle of water at the railroad tank just before I got into this car, so it's fresh. I'll give you a drink."
From a large bottle he poured water into a battered tin cup which was among his possessions.
"It's clean," said Nutty, as he passed thecup to Sue. "Your mother would not be afraid to let you drink it. I'm a ragged tramp, but I keep clean."
And indeed the water in the cup was clean and fresh, and Sue drank eagerly, as did Bunny. Then, their thirst satisfied for a time, the children sat down to the strange picnic. They called it at the time and afterward—the "Freight Car Picnic."
Nutty was kind and good to the children, though he was a ragged tramp, and after their first feeling of fright was over, Bunny and Sue had quite a jolly time.
And when you are hungry nuts make a very good meal. In fact, nuts are a form of food. Squirrels and other animals can live on nothing but nuts and fruits, and though growing boys and girls need more than this, they could live for some time on nuts alone.
"I'm a great nut eater," explained Nutty, as he helped Bunny to more pecans from the tin box. "I tramp around this part of the South, and gather nuts wherever I can. That's why the other tramps call me Nutty. When I was young I used to eat a lot of meat and potatoeswith bread and butter. But now I eat nuts."
"Did you ever eat cake?" asked Sue, as she munched some brown peanuts, for Nutty had roasted peanuts among his store.
"Cake? I haven't heard that word for years!" laughed Nutty. "I don't believe I'd know a piece of cake if I saw it hopping up the road to meet me. Nuts are about all I need, now I'm getting old. Have some more!"
He did have a lot of nuts, and Bunny and Sue had good appetites for them. Toddle, the pussy, nestled in Sue's lap and purred. And the freight train rumbled on and on.
Where were Bunny and Sue going?
Some thought of where the train might be taking them must have come into the minds of Bunny and Sue for, after they had eaten as many of the nuts as they wanted and had had another drink of water from Nutty's bottle, Bunny asked the tramp:
"Do you know where we are going, Mr. Nutty?"
"Why, no, I can't exactly say I do," answered the old tramp, with a smile on his face. Bunny and Sue could see him smile, for the candle gave a good light. "Where do you want to go?" he asked.
"I want to go to my mother and daddy," answered Sue. "I want to go with them to Florida so I can pick oranges."
"And I want to see alligators," addedBunny. "Do you think daddy and mother will come along on the next train?" he asked.
Nutty, the tramp, shook his head.
"I don't know what to think about you children," he said. "It's plain to me that your mother doesn't know where you are, or your father, either. And by this time your mother must be worried because you haven't come back to her where she's waiting on the station platform. About how long ago was it you climbed into the freight car to get my kitten?"
"About an hour," answered Bunny, after a little thought.
"Oh, it was five hours," said Sue, who did not have so good an idea of time as had her brother. "It was maybe six hours and I want my mother!"
She seemed on the verge of tears, and Nutty, understanding this, quickly said:
"Let's give Toddle some more milk!"
"Oh, let me feed him!" begged Sue. And as she poured some milk from the bottle into the sardine tin and watched pussy lap it up, the little girl forgot her tears.
"When do you think the train will stop?"asked Bunny, after he had watched Sue feed the little kitten.
"Oh, pretty soon now, I guess," answered the old man. "Are you getting tired?"
"A little," Bunny answered. "I don't like this car."
"I don't, either!" joined in Sue. "It hasn't any nice seats, and there isn't any carpet on the floor."
"And you can't look out any windows," added her brother.
"No," agreed Nutty, with a laugh. "Freight cars aren't very good places from which to see scenery when you travel. But I'm glad there aren't any windows. If there were the railroad men could look in and see us, and then they'd put me off."
"What for?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Well, because I'm a tramp, for one thing. And because I haven't any ticket for another. I'm sort of stealing a ride, you know, and the railroad men don't like that. If they saw me they'd put me off."
Without saying anything Bunny arose and started across the swaying car toward thepartly opened door—the door which showed a crack of light, though the crack was not big enough to let Bunny or Sue squeeze through.
"Where are you going, Bunny?" asked Nutty.
"I'm going to stand by this door," answered the little boy, "and maybe a railroad man will see me and put me off. That's what I want to do—I want to get off this train!"
"Yes," said Nutty, in a kind voice, "I suppose that is what you want to do—get off. And you ought to be sent back to your mother. I wish I could help you. But I'm afraid."
"What you 'fraid of?" asked Sue, petting Toddle.
"Well, I'm afraid of what the railroad men, and maybe a policeman, might do to me if they found me in here with you two children," went on the tramp. "They'd think I was trying to kidnap you, and they might send me to jail."
"We could tell them you were good to us," said Bunny. "And that you gave us nuts and water to eat."
"And I'd tell the men about how you took care of the pussy," said Sue.
"Yes, I know you would be kind," the old man remarked. "But, for all that, the railroad men might think I was a bad man and arrest me. You'd better come away from that door, Bunny. You might fall out. And besides, I'd rather a railroad man wouldn't see you—just yet."
"But can't we ever go back to our mother and daddy?" asked Bunny, as he walked over and sat down beside his sister and Nutty.
"Oh, yes, I'm just trying to think of a way to help you," the old tramp answered. "Let me think a minute."
Bunny and Sue had often heard their mother say this, and they knew she wanted to be quiet and not have them talk when she was trying to make up her mind about something they had asked her. Thinking Nutty would want the same silence, Bunny and Sue talked only in whispers while Nutty was "thinking."
At last Nutty said:
"I think I have it now. This train ought to stop pretty soon at a water tank to give the engine a drink. When it does then you children can get off."
"That'll be nice!" exclaimed Sue.
"Will our mother be there?" Bunny wanted to know.
"Well, yes, maybe," answered Nutty, though, really, he did not think so. Still it might be that Mrs. Brown had seen the children climb into the freight car, and she may have had a glimpse of the engine backing down, coupling to the string of cars and starting off with them.
From the station agent Mrs. Brown could find out where the freight train would first stop, and, by taking a fast express train, she could arrive ahead of the freight. So it was possible for her to be waiting to greet Bunny and Sue when they got off the freight. But, for all that, Nutty did not believe this. He just said it to make Bunny and Sue feel better. And while this was not just right and honest, Nutty, who was only a poor tramp, probably did not know any better.
"I wish the train would stop pretty soon," sighed Sue. "I'm getting tired and I wantmy mother. But you have been good," she quickly said. "And I like Toddle."
"And the nuts were dandy!" exclaimed Bunny.
"I'm glad I had plenty," said the old man. "Now," he went on, "you children sit here quietly with Toddle, and I'll go to that door and look out. When I see a place where I think the train's going to stop I'll call you. But don't come until I do, and keep well back away from the crack in the door, so no train men will see you."
Bunny and Sue did not want to get their friend in trouble, so moved back into the corner, taking the kitten with them. The little animal seemed to like Sue very much, and purred contentedly in her lap.
Nutty arose and walked over to the partly opened door of the freight car. Bunny and Sue, seated in a distant corner, could not see the tramp very well, but, if they could have watched him they would have seen Nutty opening the door wider, inch by inch.
It had slid shut, as I have told you, when the engine suddenly pulled the freight caralong, and though a small crack remained open Bunny was not strong enough to slide the door all the way back and make the opening wider. But Nutty, being stronger, had no trouble in making the door slide.
The old tramp had made up his mind to run away from the children. He was really afraid of being arrested and having it said that he had tried to kidnap them, and as he knew he had no such idea he did not care to be punished for something he had not done.
So he had made up his mind to jump off the train when it slowed up, leaving Bunny and Sue alone. And that is why he sent the children to the dark corner, so they could not see him open the door. He thought if they saw him they would want to follow.
"If I can get away," said Nutty to himself, "I'll tell some of the railroad men that I saw two kids in one of the empty cars, and the railroad men will look after them. But I don't want them to findmehere."
Slowly and carefully Nutty slid back the door, inch by inch, in order to make the crack wide enough for him to jump out when thetrain slowed up. He glanced toward the dark corner where Bunny and Sue were sitting, playing with the cat. The candle was still burning, but the children were some distance from it.
"I'll have to leave all my things behind," thought Nutty, as he got the door open as wide as he needed. "I'll leave 'em my store of nuts and the water to drink. I'll have to leave Toddle, too."
The thought of leaving behind his little kitten made the old tramp feel rather sad. But he knew that if he picked Toddle up and gathered together his tin boxes and the bottles Bunny and Sue would guess that he intended to go away from them.
"I'll just leave everything—even the pussy," thought Nutty. "I can easily get more nuts and bottles of water. I'll jump off as soon as the train slows up a little more. I don't want to be arrested as a kidnapper."
Watching his chance, and noticing that the train was moving quite slowly now, Nutty thrust himself half way out of the crack. He glanced toward Bunny and Sue. They weretrying to make the kitten stand up on his hind legs, and did not see the tramp.
"This is my chance!" thought the ragged man, with a last, kind look toward the children. "I'm sorry to leave you all alone," he went on, "but it's better so. And I'll send help to you if I can."
A moment later he jumped from the moving freight car and landed on the ground, running along a little way, and then darting into some bushes beside the track so no railroad men would see him.
"There! I'm safe!" thought Nutty. "Bunny and Sue will be all right, too, I hope!"
And the little boy and girl, left alone in the freight car, were being carried farther and farther away, for the train did not stop. As soon as Nutty had leaped off it started up again.
For some time Bunny Brown and his sister Sue did not know that they had been left alone. They were playing with the kitten and they supposed their tramp friend Nutty was looking out of the partly opened door, watching for a chance to get them off the train. It was not until Sue grew tired of setting Toddle up on his hind legs, only to have the kitten slump over in a heap, that she looked up and saw the door opened wider and Nutty gone.
"Oh, Bunny!" cried Sue. "Look!"
Bunny, who was taking some more nuts from one of the tin boxes the tramp had left in the corner, glanced at his sister.
"What's the matter?" he asked.
"Nutty is gone!" exclaimed Sue. "Oh, Bunny! I guess he fell out of the door! It'sopen wider! Oh, poor Nutty has falled out!"
Bunny made his way to the crack, and, holding to the edge of the door, he looked out. He could see that it was late afternoon, and as the sun was setting Bunny knew it would soon be night. He began to wish, more than ever, that he and Sue were with their father and mother.
"Do you see him?" asked Sue, after Bunny had had time to look up and down the railroad.
"No," was the answer. "Nutty isn't here. I guess he fell all the way out."
Sue scrambled to her feet to walk over and stand beside Bunny. She was tired of the dark car and of not being able to look from a window. That was half the fun of traveling—looking from windows.
Sue was half way across the car on her way to join Bunny when the train went around a curve, and so sudden it was that the freight car swayed and jolted, and Sue lost her balance. Down she sat on the floor, rather hard. She was not hurt, but she was surprised and she lost her breath for the moment. If Bunnyhad not held tightly to the edge of the door he might have been tossed out.
"I guess I'd better not stand there," Bunny said, as he thought of what might have happened if he had been tossed out. He could not have got back in again when the train was moving, and Sue would have been left all alone.
"Come and stay with me," begged Sue, giving up the idea of going to the partly opened door. "We'll have to light another candle pretty soon, 'cause this one is 'most gone."
This was true. The candle-end which Nutty had lighted was burned almost to the bottom of the tin can to which it was fastened by some of the melted grease.
"Maybe there are more candles," suggested Bunny. "Let's look."
Nutty, as has been said, had left all his things behind him in a corner of the freight car. Delving in among the old bags, in which he always carried his "baggage," the children found some more nuts. There was so much of this food that they would not be hungryfor another day at least, and there was another bottle of water.
"But there's no more milk for pussy," said Sue.
"Well, he's got a little left in his bottle," Bunny answered. "And he can have some of our water."
"Water isn't good to eat—it's only good to drink," declared Sue.
"Maybe Toddle will eat nuts," suggested her brother.
But when they put some down in front of the cat it only smelled of them, played with them by knocking them about with its paw, and rubbed up against Sue.
"Oh, well, maybe he won't be hungry," Bunny said.
Night was now coming on, and Bunny and Sue were alone in the freight car—that is, except for Toddle, and while the children loved the kitten he was not as much company as a big dog would have been.
On and on rumbled the train. Where they were now Bunny and Sue had not the leastidea. Bunny was still looking among Nutty's things for another candle-end to light when the first one should burn out, which seemed likely to happen very soon, when the children suddenly became aware that the train was slowing up.
"Oh, maybe it's going to stop!" exclaimed Sue.
And then, just as the candle burned down and went out in a splutter of grease, leaving the car in darkness, the train came to a slow stop, with a creaking and squealing of brakes.
"Oh, Bunny! Bunny!" cried Sue, "now we can get off."
"Yes," said Bunny, "I guess we can."
It was easy to cross the car now, for it was not moving. Bunny hurried to the door which Nutty had left open, and the little boy looked out. In the early evening twilight he and Sue could see a patch of woods and some fields. They did not know what the place was. The freight car in which they had ridden had stopped along the way at a place where a high bank was close to the track. From the freight car to the bank was only afew feet—a distance that Bunny and Sue could easily jump.
"I'll go first!" offered Bunny, and he leaped to the ground.
"I'm coming!" cried Sue, as she followed her brother, landing beside him with a thud. And then Bunny gave a little cry of surprise.
"Why!" he exclaimed. "You—you brought Toddle with you!"
"Course I did!" answered Sue. "Think I'd leave that little pussy behind in the car all alone?"
"No," agreed Bunny. "I guess it's good you brought him."
"What made the train stop?" asked Sue, as she snuggled the kitten down in her arms and stood beside Bunny. "Did Nutty make it stop, and is mother or daddy here?"
"I don't know," Bunny answered, looking up and down the track. "I don't b'lieve mother is here—or father either," he went on. "And I don't see Nutty."
"But what made the train stop?" Sue asked again.
"The engine is getting a drink of water,"Bunny answered, pointing down the track to a water tower, opposite which the engine had stopped. A man was standing on the pile of coal in the tender, or back part of the engine, and from the wayside tank a big iron pipe had been pulled over the opening in the tank tender. Through this pipe a stream of water was flowing.
Bunny and Sue both knew, of course, that the engine did not exactly "drink" water. But they had been told this when quite young and they still said it just in fun. Their father had told them that water was put in an engine just as water was put in the tea kettle—to boil and make steam.
"That's what the train stopped for," Bunny went on; "so the engine could get some water. And I'm glad it stopped, so we could get off. I was tired of riding in that old car."
"So was I," Sue agreed. "It's lots nicer out here. But, Bunny," she said, "it's going to be night—how are we going to get back?" and she hugged Toddle closer to her.
Bunny, too, was beginning to wonder about this. He could see that it was gettingdark. He looked down the track, and the engine whistled twice. This meant that it was going to start off again and pull the train. The man on the pile of coal in the tender pushed back the iron water pipe, and then the freight car wheels began to squeak and turn.
As Bunny and Sue stood beside the track the train started to move, and soon it was pulling away, leaving the two children alone. It was a rather desolate place, with fields on one side and a patch of woods on the other. But as the train clacked on down the track, out of sight, Bunny caught a view of a small shanty, or little house, near the water tank. And as he pointed this out to Sue a man came from the little brown house and looked up and down.
"Oh, there's somebody," Sue cried, almost dropping the kitten in her excitement. "Maybe he can tell us how to get back to mother, Bunny Brown!"
"Maybe he can," the little boy agreed. "Let's go and ask him."
"Do you know who he is?" Sue asked.
"I guess he's the switchman, and he tends to the water tower," Bunny answered. At homethey knew a switchman who lived in a little shanty just like this. He lowered and raised gates as trains came and went. But there were no gates here in this lonely place.
But Bunny and Sue knew this person was a switchman, and as he saw them coming down the track he stared in wonder at the children.
"Well, what are you two little ones doing here?" asked the jolly switchman as he greeted Bunny and Sue. His smile was jolly, his voice was jolly, and he seemed quite a jolly person all over. "Where did you come from?" he asked.
"Off that train," answered Bunny.
"What? That freight train?" asked the switchman, who was also the water-tender. He had charge of the pump that filled the tank alongside of the track.
"Yes, we were on that freight train," Bunny answered, "and we jumped off when it stopped."
"Well, of all things!" cried the jolly switchman. "And was the cat with you, too?" he wanted to know.
"Yes," answered Sue. "This was Nutty's cat."
"What, Nutty, the tramp?" cried the switchman. "Did he have you two tots?"
Bunny shook his head.
"Nutty was very good to us," answered the little boy. "He was in the car when we crawled in to get the pussy, but we didn't know it. Then the train started up and we couldn't get off. Nutty jumped off a while ago, 'cause he was afraid he'd be arrested. But we couldn't jump off until just now."
"My! My! That's quite a story!" cried the jolly switchman. "You had better come home with me, and my wife will give you something to eat. You two children must be lost! Come, I'll take you to my wife."
"Does she live there?" asked Sue, pointing to the shanty.
The jolly switchman burst into a loud laugh.