She Took Hold of Billy’s EarShe Took Hold of Billy’s Ear
She Took Hold of Billy’s EarShe Took Hold of Billy’s Ear
After Jimmy Rabbit and Billy Woodchuck had eaten the very last goody in old Aunt Polly Woodchuck’s basket, Jimmy said that he must hurry away at once.
“Don’t you want to go with me while I take her basket home?” Billy asked him.
“I’d like to; but I can’t,” said Jimmy. “The basket’s light, anyway. You won’t have any trouble carrying it.” And that was the truth. “If you want to play beggar again to-morrow, perhaps I can meet you here once more,” Jimmy added. “I’m always glad to help a friend, you know.” And then he hopped away.
Billy Woodchuck trotted over to AuntPolly’s house under the hill. He hoped the old lady hadn’t reached home yet, for he was afraid she might know who he was the next time she saw him.
Luckily she had not returned. And Billy left the basket just outside the door of her sitting-room and was hurrying back through her neat tunnel, when he heard voices.
And sure enough, as he crawled out of Aunt Polly’s front door, there sat the old lady herself. And with her was Billy’s own mother, who had come over to pay a call upon Aunt Polly and ask after her rheumatism.
“Well, if here isn’t that poor little lad right now!” Aunt Polly exclaimed, the minute she saw Billy Woodchuck. “He’s just after bringing home my basket, I know.” She had been telling Billy’s mother about the starving youngster shehad found.
“So this is the young beggar, is it?” Mrs. Woodchuck said. “I must say he looks very fat for a person who has had nothing to eat for a week.”
Aunt Polly felt of Billy’s pudgy sides.
“Dearie me! He doesn’t seem thin, exactly,” she agreed. “But you must remember he has just had one good meal.”
“No doubt!” said Mrs. Woodchuck. “And it’s the fourth, at least, that he’s had to-day.”
“You don’t say so! You know him, then?” asked Aunt Polly.
“I’m ashamed to say I do,” Mrs. Woodchuck answered. “I never thought I should be the mother of a beggar. But I see that I am. It can’t be helped this time. But I know how to keep it from happening again.” She took hold of Billy’s ear. “Come home with me, young man,” shesaid.
Billy Woodchuck began to whimper.
“It was just a game!” he cried. “We were only playing. We were having fun.”
“We?How many were there of you?” his mother asked.
“Two of us—me and Jimmy Rabbit!”
Mrs. Woodchuck was too upset to notice that Billy saidmewhen he ought to have saidI.
“I’d like to have Jimmy Rabbit’s ear in my other hand,” she told Aunt Polly.
Not only Mr. Woodchuck, but his friends as well, were angry with Billy, because he forgot to whistle a warning to them, when dog Spot caught them in the clover-patch. And whenever they met Billy Woodchuck anywhere they would scold at him, and tell him that he was a heedless, careless boy.
“It will be a long time before you have another chance to be a sentinel and listen for danger,” Uncle Jerry Chuck told him.
After he heard that, there was nothing that Billy wanted to do so much as to stand guard again. Before, he had been happy and contented. But now that he learnedthat there was something he mightn’t do he knew he should never be satisfied until he did it.
Every day Billy went to one of his father’s friends and asked him if he didn’t want somebody to listen for him. But they all told him that he was a good-for-nothing rascal and bade him be off.
Finally Billy went to Uncle Jerry Chuck’s house and fairly begged the old gentleman to let him do some listening.
The sly old gentleman had been waiting for just that thing. He was very fond of taking naps in the sunshine and he wanted to find some youngster like Billy, with sharp ears, to stay near him while he slept and waken him in case some enemy should see him.
Now, if Uncle Jerry had been willing to pay them, he might have found plenty of first-class listeners. But he was stingy.He was always trying to get something for nothing. And now he said to Billy:
“I’ll give you just one more chance. Maybe you learned a lesson down in the clover-patch. Perhaps you won’t forget to remember to whistle, after what happened that time.”
“No, Uncle Jerry!” said Billy Woodchuck. He was very polite. “When may I begin?” he asked.
“Right now!” Uncle Jerry told him. “Come with me, up on top of the big rock.” And he walked off at once, with Billy at his side.
“But there’s nothing for you to eat there,” said Billy.
“Eat?” Uncle Jerry exclaimed. “I’m not going to eat. I’m going tosleep.”
So Uncle Jerry Chuck went to sleep on top of the big rock. All the time he slept, Billy Woodchuck sat upon his hind legsand listened with all his might and main. But his sharp ears caught no hint of danger.
After a while he began to wish that old Spot would come along—or a skunk or a fox. For it seemed as if Uncle Jerry never would wake up again.
Billy wouldn’t have minded quite so much, if Uncle Jerry hadn’t snored. But, of course, that made it much harder to listen.
At last Uncle Jerry Chuck opened his eyes and slowly rose to his feet and stretched himself.
“You’ve done very well, for a beginner,” he told Billy. “Come back here to-morrow at the same hour and I’ll try you again.”
Now, Billy Woodchuck had done enough listening to last him for a long time. But he didn’t know just how to tellthat to Uncle Jerry. And almost before he knew it he found himself saying:
“Yes, sir!”
The next day, at the same hour, Uncle Jerry Chuck went to the big rock. This time he was looking forward to even a longer nap in the sun than he had had the day before. If Billy Woodchuck was willing to listen, without pay, Uncle Jerry was more than willing to let him.
Billy Woodchuck was somewhat late. But he arrived at last.
“You must be more prompt,” Uncle Jerry told him, severely. “I have no time to waste waiting for a young chap like you. When I’m good enough to let you do my listening, it seems to me you ought to be on time,” he grumbled. That is oftenthe way with people who get things for nothing. They are very likely to find fault.
Now, Billy Woodchuck had been doing some thinking since the day before. And while Uncle Jerry was hunting for a soft spot on the big rock, where he could lie, Billy suddenly surprised him by saying:
“Don’t you think you ought to pay me for listening for you, Uncle Jerry?”
Uncle Jerry grunted. He was not at all pleased.
“This is not a good time to speak ofpay,” he said. “I am so sleepy that I can hardly keep my eyes open. However, I’ll see what I can do for you—after I’ve had my nap.”
And then he fell asleep, and snored ever so much louder than he had the previous day. He slept longer, too. And by the time he awakened, Billy Woodchuck wasquite worn out, and ready to fall asleep himself.
This time Uncle Jerry did not wait to stretch himself. As soon as he opened his eyes he leapt to his feet and started off.
“Meet me here to-morrow at the same hour,” he ordered.
“But you haven’t paid me for to-day!” Billy Woodchuck cried.
Uncle Jerry stopped.
“I declare, I’d forgotten all about that,” he said. “I’ll tell you what I’ll do.... You know, turn about is fair play. So if you want to take a nap, you can lie right down here and take it. And I’ll do more for you than you did for me. I’ll keep track of the time. And when the sun gets over the big elm by the brook, I’ll wake you up.”
Billy Woodchuck agreed. And as soon as he was fast asleep Uncle Jerry left him.You see, old Uncle Jerry Chuck was a sly old gentleman. He had said nothing at all about listening for danger.
So Billy Woodchuck slept on.
If the Great Horned Owl had happened along then, he could have caught Billy without any trouble.
But it was not Mr. Owl who passed that way, before the sun climbed above the big elm. Though some one did spy Billy, as he lay there sleeping.
Who do you suppose it was?
It was Jimmy Rabbit who came along and caught sight of Billy Woodchuck, sound asleep on top of the big rock.
Jimmy was surprised. It seemed to him that it was a very careless thing to do. And while he was wondering whether he would just waken Billy, or play some trick on him, he saw Uncle Jerry Chuck come puffing up the hill and go to Billy and give him a good, hard shake.
Billy Woodchuck at once jumped up, rubbing his eyes to get the sleep out of them. And Uncle Jerry started to waddle down the hill. But before he had gone far he turned around; and Jimmy Rabbitheard him call:
“Remember! To-morrow at the same hour!”
Jimmy wondered what he meant. He waited till Uncle Jerry was out of sight and then he stepped out from behind the blackberry bush where he was hiding and hopped over to the big rock.
“Hello, Billy!” he said. “What’s going on to-morrow?”
“I listen, while Uncle Jerry sleeps,” Billy explained. “And then, after he’s had his nap, I sleep while he listens.”
“Oh, ho!” said Jimmy Rabbit. “Andwheredoes he listen—if I may be so bold as to ask?” So long as he put his questions like that, Jimmy Rabbit always seemed to think that he could ask anyone anything he wanted to.
“Why, he listenshere,” said Billy.
“What makes you think so? Did he sayhe would?”
“Yes—er—n-no! He said he would wake me up at this time,” said Billy. “But, of course, he was right here all the while.”
“Of course he wasnot!” said Jimmy. “When I first came along, you were all alone. And pretty soon I saw Uncle Jerry come up the hill and shake you. I tell you, it’s lucky for you nothing happened, while you were taking your nap.”
Billy Woodchuck saw that he had been tricked. And he was very angry. He was so angry that he wanted to run straight down to Uncle Jerry’s house and tell him just what he thought about him.
But Jimmy Rabbit said “No!” He knew something better to do than that. “Let’s see——” he said. “Didn’t I hear Uncle Jerry mention something about ‘to-morrow at the same hour’?” he asked.
“Y-y-e-s-s!” Billy Woodchuck was so angry that his teeth were chattering and clattering; and he found it very hard to talk.
“Well, then—you just lie low until to-morrow. Meet him here. Let him fall asleep. And then we’ll teach him a good lesson.”
Billy liked that idea. He liked it so well that he could hardly wait for to-morrow to come.
Well, the third day Uncle Jerry Chuck once more climbed to the top of the big rock to take his nap in the sun. And this time Billy Woodchuck was there ahead of him.
“Good!” said Uncle Jerry. “I see you’re trying to do better. You’re not late to-day.... Now, keep a sharp ear out while I’m asleep. And don’t forget to give a loud whistle the moment you hear the least noise that—sounds—like——” He was asleep even before he finished what he had started to say. And after taking a good look at him, Billy Woodchuck tiptoedaway to a spot where he saw two long ears sticking out from behind a clump of milkweed.
He Painted Two White Stripes on Uncle Jerry’s BackHe Painted Two White Stripes on Uncle Jerry’s Back
He Painted Two White Stripes on Uncle Jerry’s BackHe Painted Two White Stripes on Uncle Jerry’s Back
“Is he asleep?” Jimmy Rabbit whispered.
“Yes!” said Billy.
“Then help me carry these pots of paint up where that old fraud is,” said Jimmy Rabbit.
Billy Woodchuck obeyed. There was a pot of black paint and a pot of white. And besides all that, Jimmy had a whole armful of Indian paint brush, which grew thick in Farmer Green’s pasture. He gave Billy Woodchuck a brush.
“Now,” he whispered, “we’ll paint this old fellow black.”
Between them they soon covered Uncle Jerry Chuck with a thick coat of the black paint. And then Jimmy Rabbit stood off and squinted at the sleeper.
“So far, so good!” he said. “And nowfor the last touch of all! This has to be put on with care, so I shall do it myself.”
And Billy Woodchuck watched him while he painted two broad, white stripes the length of Uncle Jerry’s back. They began on the top of his head, so close together that they made just one line, and ended far apart, on either side of his tail.
“There!” Jimmy Rabbit whispered, when he had finished. “Does he look like anyone you know?”
“He looks exactly like Henry Skunk’s father,” said Billy Woodchuck. And he backed away. He was afraid of the Skunk family. “What are we going to do now?” Billy asked.
“First of all, we’ll hide these pots of paint,” said Jimmy. And as soon as they had done that Jimmy added: “Go up on the rock, whistle as loud as you can, and then run.... I’m going to hurry downthe hill and see the fun.”
Billy Woodchuck did exactly as he was told. And in no time at all his shrill whistle had awakened Uncle Jerry Chuck.
The old gentleman sprang up. He saw Billy, scurrying toward home. And without so much as a glance behind him to see what the danger might be, Uncle Jerry tore down the hill. He didn’t know what was chasing him; but he was sure there was something.
On the way home he met Billy Woodchuck’s father. And when Mr. Woodchuck saw him he fell right over backward, he was so frightened. For he, too, was afraid of the Skunk family.
Uncle Jerry thought that was queer. But he didn’t stop. He ran into his house. And there another queer thing happened. The moment his wife caught sight of him she gave a scream and rushed out of theback door.
And for a long, long time after that there wasn’t one of Uncle Jerry’s family or his friends who would have anything to do with him.
He noticed another strange thing, too. Jimmy Rabbit and Billy Woodchuck were always following him. And whenever Uncle Jerry turned around quickly he was sure to catch them laughing.
But whatever the joke was, he never could see it.
It was so long since Mr. Fox had tried to catch Billy Woodchuck in the hollow stump that Billy had begun to forget his fear of that sly fellow. And so when he met Mr. Fox in the woods one day Billy did not run as he had often done before. To be sure, he did not go too near Mr. Fox. And while they talked Billy watched the sharp-nosed gentleman with one eye; and the other eye he kept on a hole in the stonewall nearby. If Mr. Fox should come too close, Billy was ready to dive into that hole, where Mr. Fox could not reach him.
No one could have been pleasanter than Mr. Fox. “I’m so glad to meet you!” hesaid. “You’re just the person I want to see. I’ve been told you are very musical.”
Billy Woodchuck didn’t know what he meant. But he did not say so.
“Yes,” Mr. Fox went on. “They say you are the best whistler in Pleasant Valley.”
That made Billy Woodchuck feel very proud.
“Icanwhistle pretty well,” he said, throwing out his chest.
“And they tell me your two brothers are almost as good whistlers as you are—but notquite,” added Mr. Fox, for he saw that Billy did not like that so well.
“Oh, they can whistle some. But I can beat them,” Billy answered.
“I have an idea,” said Mr. Fox. He really had a great many ideas in his head—more, probably, than any other of theforest-people. “I’m very fond of music and I want to have a fife-and-drum corps.”
“What’s that? I never heard of such a thing,” exclaimed Billy Woodchuck.
“Fifes and drums—they make music, you know,” Mr. Fox explained. “Now, everybody knows that old Mother Grouse’s sons are famous drummers.”
Billy agreed that that was true. He had often heard the Grouse boys drumming in the woods.
“I’ve already spoken to them. And they are asking me every day when we are going to begin to practise,” Mr. Fox continued. “But I couldn’t think of any fifers until I happened to remember about you and your brothers.”
“I don’t know how to play a fife,” said Billy. “I’ve never even seen one.”
“Oh, that’s nothing! You can hold astick up to your mouth, and wriggle your fingers, and whistle. No one will know that you are not playing a fife. It will sound just the same. And the music will be just as sweet.” Mr. Fox smiled at Billy. And Billy smiled at him.
“Good!” said Billy. “Will you bring the drummers to my house?”
“Well—no! Not just yet!” said Mr. Fox. “We ought to go off in the woods, where nobody can hear us, until we learn a tune. Then we can come and play for your mother. But I wouldn’t say anything to her about the fife-and-drum corps if I were you. Let’s surprise her!”
Billy thought that was a good idea.
“Bring your brothers over to my house late this afternoon,” Mr. Fox said. “I’ll have the Grouse boys there. And we can begin to learn to make music at once.”
“Who will teach us?” asked Billy. “Doyouknow how to drum or whistle?”
“Don’t you worry about that!” Mr. Fox answered. “I can teach you a thing or two.” And he hurried away to find Mother Grouse’s sons and tell them the good news.
Just as he had promised, Billy Woodchuck led his two brothers to Mr. Fox’s house late in the afternoon, to join the fife-and-drum corps, and make sweet music.
The Grouse boys—all four of them—were already there and waiting to begin. And Mr. Fox was all smiles.
“Let’s go further into the woods,” he said. “I know a fine place, where we won’t be disturbed.” He had noticed that old Mr. Crow was sitting in the top of a tall elm, and he did not care to have the old gentleman see what was going on.
So they followed Mr. Fox. And aftera while he stopped close by a broad brook. He told Billy and his brothers just where to stand, and how to hold their short sticks so they would look like fifes.
The Grouse boys perched themselves high up on the trunk of a dead tree, which had fallen against a big oak and lay slanting between the oak and the ground.
“Come right down here!” Mr. Fox said to them.
But the Grouse brothers told him that they could drum much better where they were.
“What tune are we going to learn?” Billy Woodchuck asked.
Mr. Fox thought for a moment. And then he said:
“The first tune will be ‘Pop! Goes the Weasel.’” He hummed it to them. And soon the Grouse boys began to drum; and Billy Woodchuck and his brothers beganto whistle.
Though they played very badly, Mr. Fox declared again and again that he was much pleased.
“But I seem to be a little too near the music,” he said. “I want you all to facethatway,” he went on, pointing a paw over his shoulder. “And please keep on playing while I go off and see how the tune sounds further away.”
So they began to play “Pop! Goes the Weasel,” once more, while Mr. Fox, beating time all the while, backed slowly out of sight in the direction in which he had pointed.
They played and played. And at last Billy Woodchuck’s lips began to feel very queer, puckered up as they were. And now and then not a single whistle came from his mouth, though he blew as hard as he knew how. He was out of breath, too.And so were his brothers.
Billy was wondering why Mr. Fox did not come back, when his sharp ears caught a faint sound. It was no more than a dry leaf breaking. Neither you nor I could have heard it.
In spite of what Mr. Fox had said about looking straight ahead, Billy turned around. And he was always glad, afterward, that he had. For whom should he see behind him but Mr. Fox, stealing upon them with a horrid grin on his face!
The music stopped short. With one frightened scream Billy Woodchuck was off. He plunged into the brook, with his brothers right at his heels. And in no time at all they had swum across to the other side and vanished in the thick bushes.
At the water’s edge Mr. Fox paused. If there was one thing he hated, it was getting his feet wet. The brook was toobroad for him to jump; and when at last he found a place where he could cross by hopping from one stone to another, the Woodchuck boys were nowhere to be found.
But the Grouse brothers still sat on the dead tree, though they had moved to its very top; and they had stopped drumming.
“How did the music sound?” one of them asked.
“It was the worst I ever heard,” Mr. Fox snarled.
The Grouse brothers snickered. And one of them invited Mr. Fox to come up where they were.
But he never even thanked them.
As Billy Woodchuck grew bigger he was often to be seen digging holes in the pasture. You might think he was looking for something. But he was not. He was merely playing at making houses.
First he would dig a slanting hole down into the ground. And then from the bottom of that he would run a level tunnel. When his tunnel was as long as he wanted it, he would work his way upward for a short distance. And there he would make a chamber, much like the one at home.
Of course, Billy’s play-houses were not so big as his mother’s home. The front stairs were shorter, and the hall was notso long, and the chamber was smaller. But he thought they were wonderful. And he made up his mind that the next time Johnnie Green or dog Spot chased him he would run down into one of those play-houses and hide. Billy hoped that he would be chased soon.
He did not have to wait long. One evening when old Spot had started the last cow homeward he lingered in the pasture a while. If there was one thing he liked, it was chasing woodchucks.
When Billy Woodchuck caught sight of Spot, sniffing along the ground, he climbed up on a hummock, so that Spot could see him, and gave a loud whistle.
It didn’t take old Spot long to see Billy. And as soon as he spied him he made a dash for him.
That was exactly what Billy Woodchuck wanted. He waited as long as hedared. And then he made off like a gray streak toward his newest house.
Old Spot saw his bushy tail disappear through the front door. And Spot looked down into the darkness and called Billy a few names.
He pawed and scratched at the door, too. But he was no such digger as Billy Woodchuck. And after a while he grew tired of staying there and went away.
That night, after Billy Woodchuck went home, he boasted about his newest play-house.
“It’s exactly as good as this one,” he bragged. “To-day old Spot chased me, and I ran into my house and he never touched me. After this I’m always going to hide there.”
Billy’s brothers and sisters thought he was very clever. But his mother said:
“I want to see that play-house. To-morrowyou may show it to me.”
That pleased Billy. It made him feel prouder than ever. And the next morning he was up bright and early. Sometimes he was very slow about dressing, because he stopped to play. And that made him late to breakfast. But this morning he was even ahead of time.
As soon as Mrs. Woodchuck had finished her meal of plantain leaves, Billy reminded her that she had promised to look at his play-house.
She followed him through the front door that he had made, walked to the end of the tunnel, and into the tiny chamber.
Once inside that room Mrs. Woodchuck took one quick look all around. And then she turned and ran out as fast as her short legs would carry her, calling all the time to Billy to hurry. When she reached the open air Mrs. Woodchuck had to sit downand fan herself, she was so excited.
“Why did you come out so soon—and so fast?” Billy asked her.
“That’s nothing but a trap,” his mother said. “You haven’t built any back door. And if a weasel or a mink or a snake should come in after you, there you’d be, with no way to escape.... I haven’t had such a fright for years.”
Billy Woodchuck looked foolish. He had never once thought about a back door. But after that he never forgot to build one. He saw that a back door was something that every house ought to have.
Billy Woodchuck was alarmed. His mother had come home very ill. At least, that was what Billy thought. It was a warm summer’s day; but Mrs. Woodchuck seemed to be freezing with cold. Her teeth chattered so hard that the sound filled the whole house. And when Billy asked her what was the matter with her she did not say a word.
Then he was sure she was ill. For she was a great talker. This was the first time he had ever seen her when she could not speak.
Now, Mr. Woodchuck was not at home. And none of the children knew what todo. So Billy left the house and hurried over to find Aunt Polly Woodchuck—an old lady who was a famous herb doctor. Woodchucks for miles around came to see her when they were not feeling well. And she would give them a peppermint leaf to chew, or some tansy, or maybe a drink of catnip tea. And everybody said that her medicines never did anyone a bit of harm.
Luckily, Billy found Aunt Polly at home. And he quickly told her about his mother.
“You say her teeth chatter?” the old lady asked.
“Yes, Aunt Polly!”
“Do they make a clattering noise?”
“Yes, Aunt Polly!”
Aunt Polly Woodchuck nodded her head wisely.
“I thought so,” she said. “It sounds to me like chills-and-fever. I’ll go right backwith you and see what I can do to help her.”
So Aunt Polly and Billy started off together. Though he carried her basket of herbs, they could not go very fast, for the dear old lady was half blind.
But at last they reached Billy’s home. And there they found his mother, sweeping the floor as spryly as if she had never known a sick day in her whole life.
“I see you’re feeling better,” said Aunt Polly. “Your son told me you were ill and I came right over.”
Mrs. Woodchuck thanked her. And then she sent all the children out to play. As soon as they had left the room she said to Aunt Polly:
“I wasn’t ill at all. I am ashamed to say that I was just angry. And since you are a near relation of ours, I’ll tell you the reason. I’ll tell you what happened.
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Billy Carried Her Basket of HerbsBilly Carried Her Basket of Herbs
“Yesterday Johnnie Green dropped a big stone through our front door. It almost filled the end of my hall, so I could hardly squeeze past it. And this morning I asked Mr. Woodchuck to help me dig around the stone. But he said his rheumatism was so bad that he couldn’t do a bit of work. And then he went off and stayed away all the rest of the day.
“After I had done the work myself I went out to get a little fresh air and a bite to eat. And over in the meadow, what do you suppose I saw? There was a baseball game going on. And Mr. Woodchuck was playing so hard that he never noticed me at all.... Do you wonder I was angry?”
Old Aunt Polly said it was a shame. And she found a bit of celery in her basket, which she gave to Billy’s mother.
“Just eat that!” Aunt Polly said. “It’sgood for the nerves.”
Mrs. Woodchuck thanked her again.
“I wish you could give my husband something that would make him work,” she said.
But for once old Aunt Polly Woodchuck didn’t have the right sort of medicine.
“Laziness,” she said, “is terribly hard to cure.”
Now, Billy Woodchuck knew that he must beware of boys like Johnnie Green. And more than that, he had learned that boys with sticks are even worse than boys without them. Still, if he did not let Johnnie come too near him, there was not much danger.
So he was not at all frightened when he happened to catch sight of Johnnie Green crossing the pasture with a long stick over his shoulder. He was so far away that Billy Woodchuck sat up on a little hummock and watched him.
Pretty soon the boy saw Billy. And the moment he spied him he stopped andpointed the long stick at the plump young chuck.
That made Billy Woodchuck smile. He was not the least bit afraid. For if Johnnie Green should come nearer he intended to pop inside his mother’s door.
The next moment Billy Woodchuck heard a sound just above his head—a sound like the sighing of the wind in the top of a pine tree. He thought that was very queer, for there was no wind at all that morning. And there was not a tree near him.
Then it thundered. And yet the sun was shining brightly and there wasn’t a cloud in the sky.
But as he looked once more at Johnnie Green he was astonished to see a small cloud float from the end of that long stick and lose itself in the air.
All at once Billy Woodchuck was frightened.He was afraid of Johnnie Green, for he saw that it was Johnnie who made the wind blow, and turned loose the thunder and the clouds. He noticed that Johnnie was doing something to that strange stick; and he expected that in another minute it would begin to rain. But he didn’t wait to see. He felt that he would be far safer indoors. So he scampered straight home.
“What are you shaking for?” Mrs. Woodchuck asked, as Billy burst in upon her.
“I’m frightened,” her son told her. “I’ve just seen Johnnie Green making thunder and wind and clouds.”
“Be careful!” his mother said. “You know you are not allowed to tell tales.”
“But Ididsee him,” Billy insisted. “He pointed a stick at me, and the wind blew and it thundered; and I saw a littlewhite cloud come right out of the end of the stick.”
It was Mrs. Woodchuck’s turn to be upset. And she shook even more than Billy had as she said:
“My goodness, child! That was a gun! And it’s a mercy you weren’t shot. Don’t you stir out of this house again to-day—noryou, noryou, noryou, noryou,” she repeated, pointing to each of her other children.
And though Johnnie Green waited for some time, to see if a black head would not peep out of Mrs. Woodchuck’s front door, nothing of the sort happened until after the sun had set and the cows had all gone home for the night. And by that time Johnnie Green was eating his supper.
Mr. Woodchuck was annoyed. And he had good reason to be. The weather was fine and he had planned to spend the whole day sunning himself on a big rock not far from his own dooryard. But he had scarcely found a comfortable seat for himself, after finishing his breakfast, when he caught sight of Farmer Green and his hired man coming across the fields. They were headed straight for the pasture. And Mr. Woodchuck began to complain so loudly about his rest being disturbed, and how mean it was of Farmer Green to come poking about other people’s dooryards, that Mrs. Woodchuck came to herdoor to see what had happened.
As soon as she saw those men she called her children all home. It was too bad. But until the intruders had gone, their underground house was the best place for the whole Woodchuck family.
Mr. Woodchuck alone lingered in the doorway. He made up his mind that he would not go inside until he had to, anyhow.
A little later there came a terrible noise like a clap of thunder. Even in their house down there in the ground Mrs. Woodchuck and her children felt the walls shake.
“What can have happened?” she asked her husband. He had come in somewhat out of breath, soon after that frightful sound.
“It seems to be a new kind of gun,” he said, “though I didn’t notice that the menbrought one with them. It went off close to an old stump; and you should have seen the wood and dirt fly. The noise has given me a headache. That is why I came into the house.”
Now, Mrs. Woodchuck knew him very well. And though he tried not to let her know it, she saw that he was scared. But she did not mentionthatto him. There were the children, you know. She didn’t wantthemto be frightened.
Now and then that booming, roaring, thundering sound would burst upon their ears again. And the earth would rock. Each time that happened Mrs. Woodchuck would go to her back door, where she could not be seen easily, and peep out. And what she saw filled her with fear.
Mr. Woodchuck did not help to make the day any pleasanter, for he was forever complaining about his lame back. Heclaimed that he needed sunshine; and he said that as soon as he could find time he intended to report Farmer Green to the Society for the Prevention of Cruelty to Animals.
“This is almost enough,” he said, “to make me move to the West. I have a cousin who went there years ago. It is a long way from here—at least a mile the other side of Blue Mountain. Yes! I would move at once—except that I willnotbe driven out of my own house by anyone.” He looked so fierce as he said that that Billy Woodchuck thought there could be no braver person in the whole world.
Then something happened that made Mr. Woodchuck change his mind very quickly. A roar ten times louder than any of the others seemed to split their ears apart. Their house was swept by a greatgust of wind—a thing that had never happened before. And strangest of all! their chamber became light as day!
That was when Mr. Woodchuck moved. He did not stop to take even a pocket-handkerchief with him. But then, he left in a great hurry.
After that frightful noise, when her house suddenly grew light, and her husband ran away, Mrs. Woodchuck saw with dismay that there was a big hole in the ceiling. The earth had split open and the daylight was streaming in.
Mr. Woodchuck had been gone only a few moments when dog Spot began to bark. Mrs. Woodchuck could not see him; but she knew his voice only too well.
She was not quite sure what she ought to do. But there she was, with her house broken into, and five children on her hands.
Though she was frightened, she wasbrave just the same. And she had not the least idea of going anywhere without taking her family with her.
“Follow me!” she cried. And out of the room she hurried, with her youngsters close behind her.
Luckily, Mrs. Woodchuck’s back door was just out of sight of the men. They did not see her at all while she waited and counted her children as they came through the doorway.
They were all there—all five of them. And as soon as she had counted the fifth one, Mrs. Woodchuck dashed off across the pasture, in exactly the opposite direction to that in which she could still hear old Spot barking.
Soon they were in the woods. And Mrs. Woodchuck led the way to an old empty house, where her grandmother had once lived. It was not so good a house as theone they had just left. But it was much better than none at all.
“Mother! What was that dreadful sound?” Billy asked when they had begun to get over their fright. His ears still rang.
“I’m not sure,” said Mrs. Woodchuck. “But it seemed to me that Farmer Green was shooting away the stumps in the pasture. Perhaps you didn’t know that there was an old stump quite near our bedroom. And when the gun went off it must have shot straight down into our house.”
“But father said he saw no gun,” Billy said.
“Yes, I know he did,” Mrs. Woodchuck said. “And neither did I. But Ismelled powder. So I can’t be far wrong.”
And, of course, the good old lady was not. Perhaps you have already guessed that Farmer Green was blasting away thestumps with powder. Anyhow, the Woodchuck family had a narrow escape.
And as for Mr. Woodchuck, he was never seen in those parts afterward. When anyone asked for him, his wife always said that he had gone on a visit to see his cousin, who lived in the West, and she really didn’t know when he would come back again. “He didn’t tell me that,” she would explain, “for he left in a great hurry. But I am looking for him every day. The house issoquiet without him.”
And that was quite true. For you see, Mr. Woodchuck was always groaning and complaining about his health.
Perhaps it agreed with him better where he went.
Mrs. Woodchuck was not so sorry, after all, that she had to leave her home in the pasture. You see, she always moved twice a year, anyhow. Every fall she went into the woods to live; and every spring she returned to Farmer Green’s pasture. And every time that Mrs. Woodchuck moved, she made a new house for herself.
To be sure, there were plenty of chucks that never went to all that trouble. They were the lazy kind. They just hunted around till they found an old, empty house and then they moved in and made themselves right at home. But that was notthe way of Billy Woodchuck’s mother. She wanted everything neat and clean.
You remember that when Farmer Green blasted away the old stump near Mrs. Woodchuck’s bedroom he tore a hole in the very roof of the house. And Billy and his mother and his brothers and sisters went into the woods and spent the night in a house where his great grandmother had once lived.
Mrs. Woodchuck said it would do, until she could dig a new one.
The very next morning she started to work. And all her children helped her.
Billy told his mother that they ought to build the back door first of all. You see he remembered what his mother had taught him, early in the summer, when he made his play-houses.
“Nonsense!” she said. “Of course, we must have a back door. But we must digit from theinside up, and not from theoutside down.”
And she explained that when you build a door by diggingdowninto the ground, there’s always a heap of dirt about it, which anybody can see. But when you are out of sight in your tunnel you can dig rightupto the top of the ground and make a small, round door, beneath a hummock of grass, or a stone, or a stump. People must have very sharp eyes to see a back door that’s made in that way, for the dirt all fallsinsideyour house.
With all the help she had, Mrs. Woodchuck’s new house was soon finished. But it was done none too soon. She had hardly carried in clean grass for the beds, when her children began to feel very sleepy. At least, all of them except Billy. He was just as wide awake as his mother.
Even after his brothers and sisters hadbeen tucked up for their winter’s nap he was as spry as anything. And he told his mother that he was not going to spend the winter sleeping.
“Jimmy Rabbit says that it’s great fun to play in the snow,” he said.
Mrs. Woodchuck couldn’t help smiling; for at that very moment Billy was yawning as wide a yawn as you ever saw on a young chuck’s face. Though he didn’t know it, he was already growing drowsy. And his mother knew very well that no matter how much he wanted to stay awake, in a short time he would be sound asleep.
Though Jimmy Rabbit came to Billy’s house the very next day and called and called to him, he never came out at all.
Billy Woodchuck had been asleep for a long, long time. The world above was white with snow. But no matter how hard the cold winter winds might blow, or how heavily the snow fell, in their underground chamber Mrs. Woodchuck’s family were snug and warm in their beds.
At last one day late in the winter Billy heard some one moving about. He was so drowsy that at first he didn’t stir. But finally he opened an eye and saw that it was his mother who had disturbed him.
“What is it, Mother? Has spring come?” Billy asked.
“No, my child,” she answered. “Atleast, I do not know that it has.”
“Then why are you getting up?” Opening both his eyes, Billy was surprised to see that Mrs. Woodchuck was putting on the warmest clothes she had. “You’re not going out of doors, are you?” he inquired. His mother was already drawing on a pair of thick, red mittens.
“Yes,” she said. “This is Ground Hog Day and I must go out and see what the weather is like.”
“But I thought every day was Ground Hog Day for us,” Billy replied.
“Well, you might say that it is,” she agreed. “But this is different. To-day is whatmencall Ground Hog Day.”
“May I come with you?” he asked. By this time he was wide awake.
Mrs. Woodchuck looked at him somewhat doubtfully.
“Young ground hogs like you aren’tsupposed to go out this time of year,” she said. “It’s still quite cold, you know.”
“Please, Mother!”
“Well, you must wear plenty of warm clothing,” his mother told him. And she gave him so many coats to put on that Billy would not have known himself if he had looked in the surface of the brook. Of course, he couldn’t do that anyhow, then, for the brook was covered with ice.
When Billy was ready they stole out of the room, leaving the other children sound asleep.
“Whew!” said Billy Woodchuck when they stepped outside at last. “How cold it is!”
The sun was shining brightly, for all the air was so chilly. And Billy had a fine time chasing his shadow around the pasture. But he never could quite catch it. Sometimes he thought he was going to.But whenever he made a pounce at it his shadow moved just as quickly. And then he had to begin all over again.
“We’d better go in,” Mrs. Woodchuck said at last. And she looked down rather sadly at her own shadow, as if something had disappointed her.
“Oh, no!” Billy pleaded. “Let’s stay out a while longer.”
“It’s too cold,” his mother answered.
“But just look at the sun! It’s as bright as can be. And I’m not a bit sleepy. Besides, I think spring will come now—maybe to-morrow.”
But Mrs. Woodchuck knew better.
“There’ll be forty more days of winter,” she said.
“How do you know that?” he asked.
“It’s the rule,” she explained. “If we had not seen our shadows, that would mean that spring was here; and I wouldwake up your brothers and sisters. But there are our shadows, as plain as can be! And so we must go to bed again and sleep forty days longer.”
“That’s a silly rule,” said Billy Woodchuck. “Who made it?”
“Don’t ask so many questions,” Mrs. Woodchuck answered. “Do as I tell you. Run in, now!”
And Billy had to obey. He grumbled a little. It seemed very foolish to him. And once more he asked his mother who it was that made such a horrid rule.
But Mrs. Woodchuck would not say another word. To tell the truth, she did not know the answer. She only knew that it was so.