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+The Project Gutenberg eBook, The Tale of Frisky Squirrel, by Arthur Scott
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+Title: The Tale of Frisky Squirrel
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+Author: Arthur Scott Bailey
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+Sleepy-Time Tales
+
+THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL
+
+by
+
+ARTHUR SCOTT BAILEY
+
+Author of
+The Cuffy Bear Books
+Sleepy-Time Tales
+Etc.
+
+Illustrated by Eleanore Fagan
+
+
+
+
+
+
+
+Grosset & Dunlap
+Publishers--New York
+Copyright, 1915, by A. S. Bailey
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: "Tails and Ears"]
+
+
+
+
+CONTENTS
+
+I       Frisky Squirrel Finds Much To Do     9
+II      Frisky Squirrel has a Fall          13
+III     The Stone that Walked               17
+IV      The Picnic                          22
+V       Some Lively Dodging                 27
+VI      Mr. Hawk Returns                    31
+VII     A Brave Little Bird                 35
+VIII    Uncle Sammy Coon                    40
+IX      A Bag of Corn                       44
+X       Tails and Ears                      49
+XI      Jimmy Rabbit is too Late            53
+XII     Frisky Visits the Gristmill         57
+XIII    Fun on the Milldam                  62
+XIV     Mrs. Squirrel Has a Visitor         67
+XV      Helpful Mr. Crow                    72
+XVI     Caught in the Attic                 77
+XVII    Farmer Green's Cat                  82
+XVIII   The Threshing-machine               86
+XIX     Frisky's Prison                     91
+XX      Johnnie Green Forgets Something     95
+XXI     That Disagreeable Freddie Weasel   101
+XXII    Catching Freddie Weasel Asleep     106
+
+
+
+
+THE TALE OF FRISKY SQUIRREL
+
+I
+
+Frisky Squirrel Finds Much To Do
+
+
+Frisky Squirrel was a lively little chap. And he was very bold, too.
+You see, he was so nimble that he felt he could always jump right out
+of danger--no matter whether it was a hawk chasing him, or a fox
+springing at him, or a boy throwing stones at him. He would chatter
+and scold at his enemies from some tree-top. And it was seldom that he
+was so frightened that he ran home and hid inside his mother's house.
+
+Mrs. Squirrel's house was in a hollow limb of a hickory tree. It was a
+very convenient place to live; for although the tree was old, it still
+bore nuts. And it is very pleasant to be able to step out of your
+house and find your dinner all ready for you--simply waiting to be
+picked.
+
+Of course, Frisky Squirrel and his mother couldn't find their dinner
+on the tree the whole year 'round--because it was only in the fall that
+there were nuts on it. But luckily there were other things to eat--such
+as seeds, of which there were many kinds in the woods. And then there
+was Farmer Green's wheat--and his corn, too, which Frisky liked most of
+all.
+
+The woods where Mrs. Squirrel and her son lived were full of the
+finest trees to climb that anybody could wish for. And Frisky loved to
+go leaping from branch to branch, and from tree to tree. He was so
+fearless that he would scamper far out on the ends of the smallest
+limbs. But no matter how much they bent and swayed beneath his weight,
+he was never afraid; in fact, that was part of the fun.
+
+As she watched Frisky whisking about among the trees, now swinging on
+this branch, now leaping far out to that one, Mrs. Squirrel sometimes
+wondered how he could keep dashing about so madly. Though the old lady
+was pretty spry, herself, she was content to sit still _some_ of the
+time. But Frisky Squirrel was almost never still except when he was
+asleep. There was so much to do! Frisky wished that the days were
+longer, for though he tried his hardest, he couldn't climb _all_ the
+trees in the forest. Each night he had to give up his task, only to
+begin all over again the next morning. If there had been nothing to do
+but _climb_ the trees Frisky would have been able to climb more of
+them. But there were other things that took time.
+
+There were the birds, for instance. Frisky simply had to tease them.
+Perhaps it was just because he was so full of fun--or mischief, as it
+is sometimes called. Anyhow, he delighted in visiting their nests; and
+chasing them; and scolding at them. And it was not always the littlest
+birds, either, that Frisky teased. There was that loud-mouthed fellow,
+Jasper Jay, the biggest blue jay in the whole neighborhood. Frisky
+liked nothing better than bothering Jasper Jay--for Jasper always lost
+his temper and flew straight at Frisky. And then would follow the
+finest sport of all.
+
+But a time came at last when Frisky teased Jasper Jay almost once too
+often, though that is another story.
+
+
+
+
+II
+
+Frisky Squirrel has a Fall
+
+
+One day Frisky Squirrel came upon Jasper Jay's nest when Jasper and
+his wife were both away from home. And Frisky simply couldn't resist
+tearing a few twigs out of it. He had not done much damage, however,
+before Mrs. Jay returned. When she saw what was happening she screamed
+loudly for her husband. And soon Jasper came flying up as fast as he
+could come. He made a noise exactly like a red-tailed hawk; but he did
+not frighten Frisky at all, for Frisky knew all of Jasper's tricks.
+Jasper Jay was always trying to scare people by calling like bigger
+birds--such as red-shouldered hawks, and red-tailed hawks, and sparrow
+hawks.
+
+When Frisky heard him calling he just laughed and skipped up the trunk
+of the tree, with Jasper and his wife chasing him. Now, with Jasper
+and Mrs. Jay both flying at him, Frisky had to be sprier than ever.
+But he was not afraid. He never thought of danger at all. And he ran
+down the thick tree-trunk like a flash and bounded across the ground
+and tore up the tree where he and his mother lived.
+
+"I'll peck your eyes out!" Jasper shouted, as he followed close behind
+Frisky. Now, no matter how bold one may be, it is not pleasant to hear
+a thing like that said. And it made Frisky hurry a little faster.
+
+"I'll peck his tongue out!" screamed Mrs. Jay. And somehow it
+disturbed Frisky the least bit to hear Jasper's wife say that. He
+decided that he would go home at once. And he gave a great spring
+toward the hollow limb where he lived.
+
+Then something happened that was a great surprise to Frisky Squirrel.
+He was right in the middle of his leap when Jasper struck him with a
+wing. The blow did not hurt Frisky. But it sent him tumbling. He
+missed the hollow limb, and down he went, head over heels, toward the
+ground.
+
+Even while he was falling, Frisky Squirrel laughed. You see, he
+thought it was a good joke on himself. And being a merry little
+fellow, he was always ready to laugh when anybody played a joke on
+him. As for the fall, that did not trouble him at all. He knew that he
+could land on his feet.
+
+It was after he had lighted upon the ground that Frisky was really
+frightened. For when he looked up, whom should he see but Tommy Fox,
+not three jumps away! And Tommy Fox was smiling in the most horrid
+fashion, as if to say--"Ah! I've got you now, my fine fellow!" And then
+Tommy Fox leaped.
+
+But quick as Tommy was, Frisky Squirrel was even quicker. While Tommy
+was making one big leap, Frisky was making three smaller leaps. And
+when Tommy came down on the spot where Frisky had been he found
+nothing but a heap of dry leaves beneath his paws; and in a moment
+more Frisky Squirrel's gray tail was disappearing through the doorway
+of his mother's house.
+
+It was very unlucky for Tommy Fox; but then, one might say that it was
+very lucky for Frisky Squirrel.
+
+
+
+
+III
+
+The Stone that Walked
+
+
+One day Frisky Squirrel was playing in the woods when he came upon a
+chestnut bur which had lain upon the ground all winter. And in a
+twinkling Frisky had picked the nut from inside it and popped it into
+his mouth. Then he started home to show his mother what he had found.
+
+But on the way home Frisky began to feel hungry. Just carrying that
+nut inside his cheek was a little more than he could stand. And he
+decided that he would eat the nut at once, and _tell_ his mother about
+it, instead of _showing_ it to her.
+
+So Frisky hopped up on the top of a broad, flat rock. And sitting down
+right in the center of it, he began to gnaw at the chestnut. He was so
+busy and so interested in what he was doing that before he knew it the
+rock began to move. It moved so slowly that it was not until it
+started to climb a little hummock, and nearly tipped Frisky over on
+his back, that he noticed what was happening.
+
+At first Frisky thought he must be dreaming. He nipped himself with
+his sharp teeth to make sure that he was awake. And when he saw that
+the rock was really walking right away with him he forgot all about
+eating the chestnut. He let it fall out of his paws and roll away; for
+he had never seen a rock move like that before.
+
+It was very exciting, though Frisky had never traveled so slowly
+before. You see, whenever he went anywhere he always hurried as if he
+had the most important business to attend to. But it was quite
+different with that rock. It crawled along just as if it didn't care
+whether it ever got anywhere or not.
+
+For a long time Frisky clung there. Now and then he almost slipped off
+as the rock tilted. But it never tipped quite over; and Frisky managed
+to stick on. And then, at last, he decided that he had better hop off
+onto the ground, for he noticed that the rock was moving straight
+toward the river. It went down the bank at a faster pace. And Frisky
+leaped off just in time to escape a wetting, for the next moment the
+rock dropped splash! into the water.
+
+Frisky Squirrel waited on the shore and watched it, with eyes wide
+open with astonishment. He had expected to see it sink to the bottom
+of the river. But the rock swam away as easily as you please. That was
+the strangest part of it all--a rock which could not only walk, but
+could swim as well!
+
+Frisky turned about and ran for home as fast as he could jump. This
+time he certainly did have important business. He had such a strange
+thing to tell his mother! He reached home quite out of breath. And as
+soon as he could, he told Mrs. Squirrel what he had seen.
+
+That good lady did not know what to think. She had always found her
+son to be truthful. But this was certainly a queer story. She lay
+awake a long time that night thinking about the matter. And early the
+next morning she took Frisky and set out for Swift River. Frisky led
+her to the very spot where the stone had swum away.
+
+"There it is! There it is now!" he cried, as they paused upon the bank
+and he pointed down toward the water's edge.
+
+When Mrs. Squirrel saw what Frisky was pointing at she no longer
+wondered.
+
+"It's a mud turtle!" she exclaimed. "You had a ride on a mud turtle
+and you never knew it." She smiled, because she was amused; and
+because she was happy, too. For she knew that Frisky had told the
+truth.
+
+
+
+
+IV
+
+The Picnic
+
+
+It was a fine spring day--so pleasant that the children from the little
+red schoolhouse over the hill came to the woods where Frisky Squirrel
+lived. They came for the first picnic of the season, and such a noise
+as they made had never been heard in those woods before.
+
+Frisky Squirrel was frightened at first. But at last he grew
+accustomed to the uproar, and he crept out on the limb where he
+lived--not too far away from the door--and looked down and watched the
+fun.
+
+He was enjoying the picnic quite as much as the merry-makers
+themselves--until a boy spied him. And then several boys began to throw
+acorns at him. Frisky did not like that so well; and he hid in a
+crotch of the tree where he could not be seen from below, until the
+boys forgot all about him.
+
+When the picnickers went away, Frisky lost no time. He slipped down
+the tree in a hurry. You see, he had seen the children eating their
+lunch and he hoped he would be able to find some tidbit which they had
+left behind them.
+
+Sure enough! there was a feast waiting for him. He was not the only
+one who was there to enjoy it. For there were three ruffianly red
+squirrels and a half-dozen chipmunks who appeared on the spot as if by
+magic.
+
+This second picnic soon came to an end, for the dainties did not last
+long. But what Frisky found, he enjoyed very much. Most of all he
+liked a bit of something that was covered with a white coating, which
+looked a good deal like snow. But it did not taste like snow at all;
+it was as sweet as sweet could be!
+
+Rusty Red-squirrel found a piece of the same dainty, and he explained
+to Frisky that it was called "cake."
+
+"I ate some once at Farmer Green's house," he said. "Farmer Green's
+wife makes it." And Frisky decided on the spot that he would pay a
+visit to the farmhouse. It was too late to go that day. But the next
+morning Frisky set out for Farmer Green's house.
+
+In the distance he could see white smoke curling from the red chimney.
+And though he did not know it, that meant that it was baking-day, and
+Farmer Green's wife was just as busy as she could be, making good
+things for her hungry family.
+
+When Frisky Squirrel reached the farmhouse he found the kitchen window
+wide open. And after making sure that there was no one inside the
+room, he stole in and jumped up on a shelf where there was a row of
+dishes with all sorts of tempting things on them.
+
+To Frisky's joy, he found a whole cake exactly like the bit he had
+discovered in the woods. And he ate all he wanted; there seemed to be
+no reason why he shouldn't, there was so much of it.
+
+And then a door slammed somewhere. The noise startled Frisky Squirrel
+and he fell right off the shelf, backwards, and landed plump in the
+flour-barrel.
+
+He was nearly smothered. And he was frightened, too. But he managed to
+scramble out again. And you should have seen the white streak that
+went shooting across the kitchen floor, out the door, and away. It was
+Frisky Squirrel, of course, covered with flour. He never stopped
+running until he was half-way home. And then he climbed a tree and sat
+down to lick himself clean again. To his astonishment, he found that
+the white powder that covered him tasted very good. It reminded him of
+wheat. And that is not surprising, since the flour was made of wheat
+which Farmer Green had grown in his own fields, and which had been
+ground into flour by the miller who lived further up Swift River.
+
+Though the flour tasted good, Frisky did not like it as well as the
+cake. He wished he had been covered with that sweet, snowlike
+frosting.
+
+[Illustration: "The Picnic"]
+
+
+
+
+V
+
+Some Lively Dodging
+
+
+Frisky Squirrel was having his usual fun, leaping through the tree-tops.
+He went skipping and scrambling among the boughs as if a hundred jays
+were after him. But they were only make-believe enemies. And after a
+while Frisky grew tired of playing all alone. He wished he could find
+Jasper Jay again. He would have liked to tease the rude fellow, until
+Jasper chased him.
+
+As Frisky paused for a moment to catch his breath he heard a long-drawn,
+squealing whistle, somewhat like the sound of escaping steam.
+
+"There's Jasper Jay right now!" he exclaimed. "And he's trying to make
+people think he's a red-tailed hawk. But he can't fool me that way.
+I'll just go and find him. And then maybe I won't tease him!"
+
+Frisky started toward the place where he had heard that whistle. He
+called to Jasper Jay; but there was no answer. Nor did he hear the
+whistle again. He hunted all around; but no Jasper Jay could he find.
+And he was just going to give up the search when there was a sudden
+rush through the air.
+
+Frisky dodged just in time; and a big body, grayish-brown, with a
+rusty-red tail, went tearing past him. He had been mistaken. It wasn't
+Jasper Jay he had heard whistling, but this fierce red-tailed hawk.
+Here was even more fun than Frisky had hoped for!
+
+As soon as Mr. Hawk could stop his swift flight he turned and came
+back again. And there followed the liveliest sort of dodging for
+Frisky Squirrel. It was well for him that he had had plenty of
+practice all the spring, or I am afraid he would never have escaped.
+
+He was not afraid. And now and then he laughed at Mr. Hawk. And now
+and then he shouted "Robber!" at him, and "Thief!" And he asked him
+how many of Farmer Green's chickens he had stolen lately.
+
+But Mr. Hawk never once answered--except to whistle sometimes as he
+went sailing past. He paid strict attention to what he was doing. And
+he seemed to have no idea of stopping until he got Frisky Squirrel in
+his claws.
+
+After a while Frisky began to tire of the sport. But not Mr. Hawk! He
+kept flying back and forth, back and forth, past Frisky. And his cruel
+eyes glared terribly every time he came near.
+
+"You'd better go along home," Frisky called to him. "You can never
+catch me, if you try till snow flies."
+
+Mr. Hawk lighted on a near-by tree and looked at Frisky. Frisky was a
+plump little squirrel and Mr. Hawk hated to give him up. But as he
+thought the matter over he seemed to decide that Frisky was a little
+too spry for him. And with one more whistle he mounted up above the
+trees and sailed calmly away.
+
+Frisky Squirrel went home then; and he told his mother what sport he
+had had, and how Mr. Hawk had at last flown away in despair. "I hope
+he'll come back again to-morrow," said Frisky.
+
+But Mrs. Squirrel shook her head. She wished that Frisky was less
+daring.
+
+
+
+
+VI
+
+Mr. Hawk Returns
+
+
+After he escaped from the fierce red-tailed hawk you would naturally
+think that Frisky Squirrel would have been glad to keep away from such
+a great, strong enemy. But the very next day found Frisky searching
+everywhere for that cruel, hook-nosed Mr. Hawk. He wanted more of that
+fine sport that he had had the day before, dodging and twisting around
+the limbs of the trees, while Mr. Hawk swooped down and tried to seize
+him. There was another reason, too, why Frisky wanted to find Mr. Hawk
+again--and that was because he knew that it annoyed Mr. Hawk very much
+not to be able to catch him. You see, Frisky Squirrel was a great
+tease.
+
+Well, as I said, Frisky hunted all through the woods for the red-tailed
+hawk. But he couldn't find him. There was a good reason why--and that
+was because Mr. Hawk was waiting for Frisky in the top of a tree near
+Mrs. Squirrel's home. He was waiting and watching--was Mr. Hawk. When
+Frisky had given up his search and was almost home he heard the smaller
+birds warning one another of the danger, telling of the savage old
+fellow who was half-hidden on a high branch of the tall elm. Frisky
+first heard a flicker calling to a towhee; and the towhee told a robin;
+and the robin told a little song sparrow that he had better keep out of
+sight unless he wanted Mr. Hawk to catch him. You may be sure that the
+little song sparrow was very careful after that. He gave a few _chips_,
+just to do his share in warning the other forest-people to look out for
+the red-tailed hawk; and then he crept into a thicket and kept just as
+still as a mouse.
+
+When Frisky heard the news--for he knew what the birds were telling one
+another--he hurried along joyfully. _He_ was not afraid of Mr. Hawk.
+Mr. Hawk was the very person he was looking for.
+
+"Hello, you old ruffian!" Frisky called, as soon as he spied Mr. Hawk.
+It certainly was a very impolite thing to say, even if it _was_ true.
+
+Mr. Hawk turned his cruel eyes upon Frisky Squirrel and then he dashed
+toward him as fast as he knew how. He dropped down like lightning from
+his high perch, and Frisky had to dodge quickly to escape him; but
+that was part of the fun.
+
+Frisky Squirrel laughed as Mr. Hawk went sailing by him. And then
+something happened--something Frisky was not expecting. He heard a rush
+through the air, and a nervous little wren screamed to him to look
+out. Frisky didn't know what the trouble was; but he gave a great leap
+to one side.
+
+He was just in time. He had hardly left the limb to which he had been
+clinging when Mr. Hawk's wife went coursing past. You see, Mr. Hawk
+had made up his mind that he was going to catch Frisky Squirrel, even
+if he had to bring Mrs. Hawk along to help him.
+
+
+
+
+VII
+
+A Brave Little Bird
+
+
+It was not long before Frisky Squirrel began to see that he had got
+himself into something very like a fix. It had been fairly easy to
+dodge Mr. Hawk alone. But things were quite different now. Mr. Hawk
+would come hurtling down upon him from one direction; and Mrs. Hawk
+would swoop down upon him from another. It was all very confusing,
+because Frisky could not watch both of them at once.
+
+He called to his mother, because he began to be frightened. But Mrs.
+Squirrel was not at home. Frisky did not know what to do. He tried to
+reach his home in the big hickory tree near-by; but Mr. and Mrs. Hawk
+wouldn't let him go near it. And when he felt one of Mr. Hawk's sharp
+talons dig into his back Frisky thought that his end had come. But he
+escaped that time, though Mrs. Hawk nearly caught him just two seconds
+later.
+
+I am afraid _The Tale of Frisky Squirrel_ would have ended right here,
+if somebody had not come to Frisky's help. Fortunately, there was a
+small, olive-green bird who lived with his wife not far from Frisky
+Squirrel's home. Mr. Kinglet was his name. And though he was a tiny
+fellow he had a heart like a lion's. I suppose that in all the country
+around Blue Mountain there was no braver fellow than he. And his wife
+was brave too. Although they both wore very dull-colored clothes, if
+you took a good look at Mr. Kinglet you could see that he always wore
+a bright red crown. He was very modest about his crown, and generally
+wore it so that only a little of it showed. But whenever he went out
+to fight, as the forest-people are often obliged to, that beautiful
+red crown might be seen as plain as could be.
+
+Now, it happened that Mrs. Kinglet heard Mr. and Mrs. Hawk talking to
+each other, as they tried to capture Frisky Squirrel, and she heard
+the other forest-people shouting, too. So she called to Mr. Kinglet
+that somebody seemed to be in trouble; and he came hurrying up at
+once.
+
+When the little frightened wren screamed, Mr. Kinglet made up his mind
+that it was time for him to do something. And he pushed his red crown
+up on the top of his head where it would show better and he flew
+straight toward Mr. Hawk.
+
+Mr. Kinglet flew up over Mr. Hawk's head, and then he darted down and
+lighted right in the middle of Mr. Hawk's broad back, and began
+pecking him as hard as he could with his sharp little bill.
+
+Mr. Hawk stopped trying to catch Frisky. He had all he wanted to do to
+shake that bold little fellow off his back. And though Mrs. Hawk still
+swooped down at Frisky Squirrel, brave Mr. Kinglet's brave little wife
+began to fly at _her_ so fiercely that Mrs. Hawk couldn't keep Frisky
+from reaching the tree where he lived.
+
+He was very glad to get home, you may be sure. And he dived in through
+the door and was out of sight in no time. But pretty soon he stuck his
+head out again to see what was happening. Mr. and Mrs. Hawk had
+vanished. And all the forest-people were thanking Mr. and Mrs. Kinglet
+for driving them away. Frisky Squirrel thanked them, too. And when he
+remembered how he had sometimes teased Mrs. Kinglet by visiting her
+nest he felt very much ashamed, and he promised himself that he would
+never trouble her again.
+
+
+
+
+VIII
+
+Uncle Sammy Coon
+
+
+One day Frisky Squirrel was looking for something to eat in the woods,
+when whom should he meet but Uncle Sammy Coon, a good-for-nothing old
+fellow who lived over in the swamp.
+
+"Well, young man!" said Uncle Sammy, "what are you doing here?"
+
+"I'm trying to find a few seeds to eat," Frisky explained.
+
+"I know where there's some corn," said Uncle Sammy Coon. "It's last
+year's corn, to be sure; but it's good, just the same."
+
+"Where is it?" Frisky asked him.
+
+"Hm--" said Uncle Sammy. "If I told you would you get some of it for
+me? It would be easy for a spry young chap like you to take all you
+wanted of it. But I've a lame knee, you know, and I can't climb so
+well as I used to."
+
+"Of course I'll get some corn for you," Frisky promised. "Where is
+it?"
+
+"I'll take you to it," said Uncle Sammy--"this very night." He was a
+suspicious old chap--which means that he was afraid that if he told
+Frisky then, Frisky would go off alone and take what corn he wanted
+without giving Uncle Sammy any.
+
+"To-night!" Frisky exclaimed. "Oh, I don't stay out late at night, you
+know, as you do." Uncle Sammy Coon was known to keep very late hours.
+
+"Well--right after sundown, then," the old rascal said. "We'll meet
+over by the brook. Don't tell your mother. It will be a pleasant
+surprise for her, when you bring home a fine bagful of corn."
+
+"All right! I'll be there," Frisky told him.
+
+And sure enough! Just as the sun sank out of sight that evening,
+Frisky appeared on the bank of the brook. And he hadn't told his
+mother what he was going to do, either.
+
+Pretty soon Uncle Sammy Coon came along. He had an old sack slung over
+his shoulder and a wide grin on his face.
+
+"Come on, young man!" he said, "and we'll go over to Farmer Green's
+place."
+
+"Farmer Green's!" Frisky cried. "I don't want to go there." He
+remembered the fright he had had when he fell into the flour-barrel in
+Farmer Green's kitchen.
+
+"You promised," Uncle Sammy reminded him. "And unless you want
+something you won't like nearly so well as corn, you had better march
+right along with me."
+
+He was so cross that Frisky Squirrel thought he had better mind him.
+But Frisky wished he had not come. And he wished he had told his
+mother what he was going to do, too. But he trotted along with Uncle
+Sammy--only he was careful not to get too close to the tricky old
+gentleman, for there was no knowing when Uncle Sammy might suddenly
+decide that he would rather have a nice, tender, young gray squirrel
+to eat than all the last year's corn in the world. You see, the little
+forest-people have to think of many things--especially when they walk
+out alone with a person like Uncle Sammy Coon.
+
+
+
+
+IX
+
+A Bag of Corn
+
+
+When Frisky Squirrel and Uncle Sammy Coon arrived at Farmer Green's
+place, the moon was just rising. It wasn't dark, but Uncle Sammy said
+that they would have no trouble at all, because Farmer Green's family
+would be in the house, eating their evening meal.
+
+"There's the corn-house," he said, pointing to an old stone building.
+"There's a hole in the wall up there under the roof. All you have to
+do is to climb that tree, run out on that limb, crawl through the
+hole, and there you are--inside. Then you can bring the corn up to the
+hole, drop it out onto the ground, and I'll stay outside and pick it
+up and put it in this sack and watch out for old dog Spot."
+
+"You see," he went on, "I'll be doing most of the work, for I'll be
+doing three things, while all you'll have to do will be to drop the
+corn out of the hole in the wall.... But I don't mind doing more than
+my share."
+
+Frisky Squirrel couldn't quite understand how Uncle Sammy would be
+doing most of the work. But since the old gentleman said it was so,
+Frisky supposed it was the truth. There was one thing, however, that
+puzzled him still more.
+
+"Have you brought a bag for my share of the corn?" he asked.
+
+"Oh, we'll divide this bagful," said Uncle Sammy. "When we get over
+the hill we'll sit down and divide it."
+
+"All right!" said Frisky. And then he hurried up the tree. In no more
+than a jiffy he was inside the old stone building; and pretty soon the
+corn began to patter, patter, down upon the ground where Uncle Sammy
+waited.
+
+Frisky had been working steadily for some time. And he began to wonder
+if the bag was not full. He thought he would just peep out of the hole
+in the wall and see. So he stuck his head out. To his surprise, Uncle
+Sammy had vanished. And as Frisky looked all around he caught sight of
+Uncle Sammy Coon with the bag of corn on his back, hurrying up the
+road. For an old gentleman with a lame knee he was going at a very
+fast pace.
+
+Frisky Squirrel wondered why he had run away. But he didn't wonder
+long, for a dog barked; and the bark came from right underneath the
+hole in the wall. Then Farmer Green came running up the path which led
+to the corn-house. He had a gun in his hand, too.
+
+Frisky didn't wait to see anything more. He whisked out of the hole,
+and climbed the roof, and jumped into another tree on the other side
+of the corn-house. And soon he too was running like mad along the
+road--only he was going in exactly the opposite direction to that in
+which Uncle Sammy had vanished.
+
+He never stopped running until he had reached the woods. And since he
+could not bring any corn home with him, he thought that there was
+really no sense in telling his mother anything about his adventure.
+
+The next day, as Frisky was playing in a tree-top, he came across
+Uncle Sammy Coon sunning himself.
+
+"Where's my corn?" asked Frisky Squirrel.
+
+"Corn!" Uncle Sammy exclaimed, as if he had forgotten all about such a
+thing. "Oh! you mean that corn that we got last night. Now, I'm sorry
+to say that the bag was so heavy I had to drop it, because old dog
+Spot was after me, you know. And when I went back to get it, later, it
+wasn't there.... We'll have to try again, some other time," he added.
+
+Frisky Squirrel began to see that the old fellow had tricked him.
+Uncle Sammy's sides looked very plump, as if he had had an unusually
+good meal. And he smiled so pleasantly that Frisky Squirrel became
+very angry.
+
+"You'll get your own corn next time," he snapped. And as he skipped
+away he heard Uncle Sammy Coon laugh heartily--just as though something
+had amused him.
+
+
+
+
+X
+
+Tails and Ears
+
+
+Among all his friends, Frisky Squirrel liked to play with Jimmy Rabbit
+best. You see, Jimmy never wanted to eat him. He was so fond of tender
+young sprouts, and of Farmer Green's vegetables, that he wouldn't have
+taken even the smallest bite out of Frisky. He would have laughed at
+the very idea.
+
+There was something else, too, about Jimmy Rabbit, that Frisky
+Squirrel liked; he was always thinking of new things to do--new places
+to visit, new games, new tricks to play on other forest-people.
+
+To be sure, Jimmy and Frisky did not always agree--but that is not
+surprising, because their tastes were so different. For instance,
+there was nothing that Frisky Squirrel liked better than a hickory
+nut, while Jimmy Rabbit never would so much as touch one. But if
+anybody said "cabbage" to Jimmy Rabbit he would have to stop playing
+and hurry to Farmer Green's garden. You see how fond of cabbage Jimmy
+was.
+
+There were other things, too, on which Frisky and Jimmy held different
+views. They were forever disputing about ears and tails. Frisky
+Squirrel, as you know, had a beautiful, long, bushy tail, and short
+little ears; while Jimmy Rabbit had ears half as long as he was, and
+almost no tail at all!
+
+"Really, Frisky, you ought to have that tail of yours cut off," Jimmy
+said one day. "It's terribly out of fashion to wear a tail so long as
+yours. As a special favor, I'll be willing to cut it off for you, with
+a big pair of shears that my mother has."
+
+Frisky Squirrel was just a bit angry at this remark about his tail.
+
+"What about your ears?" he asked. "Not one of the forest-people--except
+rabbits--wears his ears so long as you do. I must say that they look
+very queer. How'd you like to have me trim them for you?"
+
+"Tell you what we'll do," Jimmy Rabbit said. "I'll cut off your tail
+and you'll cut off my ears. What do you say?"
+
+Somehow or other, Frisky did not quite like the idea of losing his
+tail. He was so used to having it that he was afraid he might miss it
+dreadfully. And he even thought that he would rather keep it--even if
+it _was_ out of fashion.
+
+But Jimmy Rabbit ran home to get his mother's shears. And when he came
+back with them Frisky couldn't think of any good excuse for not
+letting Jimmy cut off his tail for him. As Jimmy came hopping up with
+the shears, Frisky Squirrel put out his paw.
+
+"What do you want?" asked Jimmy.
+
+"The shears!" Frisky said. "I'm going to trim your ears, you know."
+
+"Oh--yes!" Jimmy answered. "But I thought of this _first_, you
+remember. So I'll cut your tail off first. Then you'll have your
+turn--see?" He kept a firm hold on the shears. And almost before Frisky
+knew what was happening Jimmy had stepped behind him and had placed
+Frisky's tail between the big shears.
+
+"Will it hurt?" Frisky asked, as he looked behind him.
+
+"It'll all be over in a jiffy," said Jimmy Rabbit.
+
+
+
+
+XI
+
+Jimmy Rabbit is too Late
+
+
+It was just as Jimmy Rabbit had said. You remember that as he stood
+behind Frisky Squirrel's back with his mother's big shears, all ready
+to cut off Frisky's tail, he had told Frisky that "it would all be
+over in a jiffy"?
+
+Well, it _was_. But things didn't happen just as Jimmy Rabbit had
+expected. He had taken a good, firm grip on the shears, and he was
+just about to shut them upon Frisky's tail with a snap, when somebody
+called Frisky's name. Frisky knew who it was right away. It was his
+mother! And like most of us, when our mothers catch us doing something
+we ought not to do, Frisky was so surprised and so startled that he
+gave a great jump.
+
+That jump was all that saved Frisky's tail. For just as Mrs. Squirrel
+called, Jimmy Rabbit shut the shears together as hard as he could. But
+Jimmy was too late. When Frisky jumped, his tail followed him, of
+course. It whisked out from between the shears; and they closed upon
+nothing at all.
+
+"Now, that's too bad!" Jimmy exclaimed. He had been so interested in
+what he was doing that he had never heard Mrs. Squirrel at all. "Come
+back here and we'll try again."
+
+The words were scarcely out of Jimmy Rabbit's mouth when he received a
+terrific box on the ear. Now, it's bad enough for anybody to have his
+ears boxed. But Jimmy's ears were so big that I dare say it hurt him
+three times as much as it would have hurt anyone else. And it
+surprised him, too. For he hadn't heard Mrs. Squirrel as she stole up
+behind him. Anyhow, he ran off howling, taking his mother's shears
+with him.
+
+"That awful Rabbit boy!" Mrs. Squirrel said. "A moment more and he
+would have cut off your beautiful tail--your best feature, too!"
+
+"What's a feature, Mother?" Frisky asked.
+
+"Why--your nose, and your eyes, and your ears--anything of that sort,"
+Mrs. Squirrel said. "It makes me feel faint just to think what almost
+happened."
+
+"But Jimmy Rabbit says long tails are out of fashion," said Frisky.
+
+"Out of fashion indeed!" Mrs. Squirrel sniffed. "He's jealous--that's
+what's the trouble with him. He wishes he had a fine, long, bushy tail
+himself. Goodness me! I'm all of a flutter--I'm so upset." And poor
+Mrs. Squirrel sat right down and fanned herself with her sun-bonnet.
+"Now, don't you ever let anybody try to cut off your tail again," she
+said to Frisky. "You have your father's tail. And everybody always
+said that he had the most beautiful tail that was ever seen in these
+woods."
+
+Frisky didn't quite understand what his mother meant. If he had his
+father's tail, then where was his? And if it was his, then where was
+his father's? All the way home he kept asking himself questions like
+those. But whatever the answers might be, Frisky was glad that he
+still bore that beautiful brush. He began to see that he would have
+looked very queer, with just a short stub like Jimmy Rabbit's.
+
+
+
+
+XII
+
+Frisky Visits the Gristmill
+
+
+Frisky Squirrel was very fond of wheat-kernels. Somehow or other he
+heard that there was a place on Swift River called the gristmill,
+where there was almost all the wheat in the world--at least that is
+what Frisky heard. So he started out, one day, to find the gristmill.
+He thought he could have a very pleasant time there.
+
+Frisky had no trouble at all in finding the gristmill. It was just
+below the mill-dam. And everybody knew where that was.
+
+The gristmill was an old stone building with a red roof. And once
+inside it Frisky saw great heaps of wheat-kernels everywhere. And
+there were sacks and sacks too--some of them stuffed with kernels,
+which Frisky was so fond of, and some of them filled with a fine white
+powder, which Frisky didn't like so well, because it got in his eyes,
+and up his nose, and made him sneeze. It was the same sort of powder
+into which he had fallen one time at Farmer Green's house. It was
+flour, of course--you must have guessed that.
+
+The gristmill was a quiet sort of building. There seemed to be nobody
+there at all. And Frisky helped himself freely to wheat-kernels, for
+it was very early in the morning and he had not had his breakfast. He
+was just telling himself what a delightful place the gristmill was,
+and how glad he was that he had heard about it, when suddenly there
+was a terrible noise--a grinding, and whirring, and buzzing, and
+pounding. The very floor trembled and shook, and Frisky expected that
+in another instant the roof would come crashing down on him.
+
+He leaped away from the bag of wheat-kernels on which he had been
+breakfasting and he bounded through the great doorway and ran along
+the rail-fence, far up the road, thinking that each moment would be
+his last. For Frisky believed that the end of the world had come. And
+he never stopped running until he was safe inside his mother's house.
+
+Mrs. Squirrel was not at home. And it was so long before she came in
+and found Frisky that he had begun to think he would never see her
+again.
+
+"Whatever is the matter?" Mrs. Squirrel asked. Frisky was making a
+dreadful noise, for he was crying as if he would never stop.
+
+"It's the end of the world!" Frisky sobbed. "I didn't think you were
+coming back."
+
+Bit by bit Mrs. Squirrel managed to learn where Frisky had been and
+what had happened to him. And she smiled when she found out what had
+frightened him. Since it was quite dark inside their home in the
+hollow limb of the big hickory tree, Frisky could not see his mother
+smiling. But her voice sounded very cheerful when she said--
+
+"Now stop crying, my son. There's nothing to cry about. The end of the
+world hasn't come. And _that's_ something you and I don't need to
+worry about, anyhow."
+
+"What you heard was only the mill-wheels turning. You must have
+reached the gristmill before the miller had come to begin his day's
+work. That was why everything was so still. I don't wonder you were
+frightened when all that noise began. But gristmills are always like
+that. They make a terrible noise when they grind the wheat."
+
+Frisky Squirrel stopped sobbing then. He was glad that his mother knew
+exactly what had happened. But he made up his mind that whenever he
+wanted any wheat-kernels to eat he would not go to the gristmill for
+them. Luckily the gristmill had not _quite_ all the wheat in the
+world.
+
+
+
+
+XIII
+
+Fun on the Milldam
+
+
+There was something about the dam across Swift River that Frisky
+Squirrel simply couldn't keep away from--after he had forgotten,
+somewhat, his fright at the gristmill. Only a few days passed after
+Frisky had run home from the mill in a panic, before he was back
+again. He liked to run across the top of the dam and look down at his
+reflection in the water on one side. Here and there a narrow stream
+spilled over the top of the dam. Frisky felt very brave as he leaped
+over those little rivulets. And he loved to watch them as they fell in
+thin, silvery cascades upon the rocks far below. It was great sport.
+
+One day when Frisky reached the dam he heard a dog bark not far away.
+It was the miller's dog. He had seen Frisky as he crossed the road.
+And he at once hurried toward him.
+
+Frisky Squirrel was annoyed. He had just been thinking what a good
+time he was going to have. But when that dog started to bark Frisky
+knew that his fun was spoiled. He wasn't frightened. Oh, no! But he
+was sure that the dog would not go away until _he_ did.
+
+"Well, I'll just take one run across the dam," Frisky said to himself.
+"I'll stay on the other side of the river until he grows tired of
+waiting. And then I'll come back."
+
+He hurried on to the bank of the river; and in a few moments he was
+skipping along the dam. The dog was still barking. And Frisky looked
+around at him. To his great surprise, there was the dog following him,
+right along the top of the dam. But even then Frisky was not
+frightened. He simply hurried a little faster. He had not dreamed that
+the miller's dog would chase him across Swift River. But there he was.
+And he was running fast, too.
+
+Then something happened that really frightened Frisky Squirrel. At
+first he could hardly believe it. But it was true. It really was
+another dog that was barking--another dog that was waiting on the other
+side of Swift River. And almost as soon as Frisky saw him, that other
+dog started right across the dam, to meet Frisky!
+
+[Illustration: Fun on the mill dam]
+
+There was no time to lose. Frisky had to make up his mind very
+quickly. He gave just one look at the deep mill pond. He could swim--if
+he had to. But he just hated to get wet. And he knew that the dogs
+were much faster swimmers than he was. So he looked away from the
+water with a shudder. And he peeped over the steep side of the dam and
+gazed at the rocks below, where the water splashed into countless
+drops.
+
+Those rocks were a long way beneath him. But there was one thing about
+Frisky Squirrel--he never was the least bit dizzy, or afraid, when he
+looked down from high places. Perhaps there were too many other things
+to be afraid of--such as coons and foxes--and dogs.
+
+The miller's dog was drawing nearer now, because Frisky had stopped.
+And the dog from the other side of the river was only about six jumps
+away!
+
+Frisky Squirrel didn't wait another instant. He jumped right down the
+face of the dam. Where he had stood a moment before the two dogs came
+together with a bump. Probably they would have started to fight, if
+they had not been so interested in Frisky Squirrel. There they stood,
+with their necks stretched out over the edge of the dam, watching
+Frisky as he went rolling and tumbling down to the bed of the river.
+And when they saw him pick himself up and go skipping from stone to
+stone until he reached the shore and scampered away, they looked very
+foolish indeed.
+
+In fact, they felt foolish, too. And without saying one word they
+turned about and each crept back to his own side of Swift River.
+
+
+
+
+XIV
+
+Mrs. Squirrel Has a Visitor
+
+
+Fatty Coon was very hungry. And he stole along through the woods very
+quietly, hoping to find something to eat. To his great joy, it was not
+long before he discovered Mrs. Squirrel's home. He crept up to the
+nest silently; for he hoped to catch Mrs. Squirrel and Frisky inside.
+But Mrs. Squirrel and her son were both away.
+
+Fatty was disappointed. But he made up his mind to go into the house
+anyhow, to see what he could find there. So he pushed through the
+narrow doorway. It was a tight squeeze; but Fatty managed to get
+inside. And there he found a fine lot of beechnuts, which Mrs.
+Squirrel had brought home and stored, in order to have something to
+eat during the winter.
+
+Fatty Coon just loved beechnuts. And he squatted down on the floor
+and began to eat. He ate and ate until he was half-buried in
+beechnut-shells. And he never stopped until he had finished the very
+last beechnut. He wished there had been more, though you would think he
+had had quite enough, for Fatty's sides bulged out so that he was
+rounder than ever. He smiled as he thought of the surprise Mrs. Squirrel
+would have when she came home and found her winter food all gone. And
+then he stood up, shook the shells out of his coat, and started to climb
+through the doorway.
+
+Fatty was still smiling as he stuck his head through the opening in
+the tree. But all at once his smile faded away. You remember that he
+had had hard work to squeeze through the narrow doorway when he
+entered the house? Well, now his sides stuck out so far that he
+couldn't get through it at all. He tried and tried; but though he
+struggled hard, Fatty found that he simply could not squeeze through.
+He had stuffed himself so full of beechnuts that he was too big to get
+out of the hole. And there he was--caught fast by his own greediness!
+Yes! Fatty Coon was a prisoner.
+
+Fatty had smiled because he thought Mrs. Squirrel would be surprised
+when she came home. And he had not been mistaken about that. When Mrs.
+Squirrel and her son Frisky scampered up the tree about sundown that
+evening they had the surprise of their lives--though not just the sort
+of surprise Fatty had expected.
+
+They looked in through their doorway and scolded. And they ordered
+Fatty to get out of their house at once.
+
+He would have been glad enough to leave, you may be sure. But he
+couldn't go just then. And at last Frisky Squirrel and his mother had
+to go and spend the night in the house of a friend.
+
+When they came back to the old hickory tree the next morning Fatty
+Coon had gone. He had tried the whole night long to get through the
+doorway. And at last--just as the sun was rising--he managed to slip
+out.
+
+Mrs. Squirrel knew that Fatty had had a hard time, because he had left
+a good deal of his fur behind him. It clung to the sides of the
+doorway. And Mrs. Squirrel spent half the day picking it off and
+throwing the beechnut-shells out of her house. She was a very neat
+housekeeper; and she was quite annoyed to find her house upset.
+
+As for Frisky, he began to bring home another store of nuts that very
+day. After what had happened neither he nor his mother had any fear
+that Fatty Coon would ever trouble them again.
+
+
+
+
+XV
+
+Helpful Mr. Crow
+
+
+Frisky Squirrel's mother had often told him not to have anything to do
+with Mr. Crow. "He's such a tricky old fellow!" she said. "He seems to
+have nothing to do but get folks into trouble. Don't go near him, and
+don't have anything to say to him."
+
+Now, I'm sure Frisky Squirrel wanted to mind his mother. But he
+couldn't help feeling that she was mistaken about Mr. Crow. He was so
+solemn, and he always looked so like a preacher--for he usually wore
+shiny, black clothes--that Frisky Squirrel thought him a very nice old
+gentleman. And he told such interesting stories, too! Frisky could
+listen to him by the hour.
+
+So, in spite of his mother's warnings, whenever he met Mr. Crow Frisky
+Squirrel would always stop and ask the old gentleman how his cold was.
+You see, Mr. Crow's voice was never what you would call _clear_. You
+might say that there was a decided croak in it. And very often, even
+on hot summer days, he would have a muffler wound about his throat.
+
+It happened that one day when Frisky came across Mr. Crow in the
+woods, something reminded Mr. Crow that he knew where there were
+plenty of butternuts--just waiting to be eaten.
+
+"Is that so?" Frisky exclaimed. "Have you had some of them?"
+
+"No! I don't care for butternuts," Mr. Crow said, with a slight cough.
+"I've always considered them bad for my throat. I've made it a rule
+never to eat them. You don't happen to like them, do you?"
+
+Now, if there was one thing that Frisky Squirrel liked a little better
+than anything else, it was butternuts. And when he answered Mr. Crow's
+question he was so excited that his voice shook just the least bit.
+
+"I'm _very_ fond of them," he said.
+
+"Well, well!" Mr. Crow exclaimed. "I'm glad I happened to mention the
+matter. They're there--heaps of 'em--great brown piles of 'em--thousands
+of 'em!"
+
+"_Where_ are they?" Frisky asked him eagerly.
+
+"Oh--I thought I told you," Mr. Crow said. "Why--they're in Farmer
+Green's attic. His boy put them up there to dry. I saw them through
+the window, this very day."
+
+Frisky Squirrel was disappointed.
+
+"I mustn't go to Farmer Green's house," he said.
+
+"Pooh! Why not?" asked Mr. Crow.
+
+"It isn't safe. I went there once to get some cake, and I nearly lost
+my life in the kitchen."
+
+"Ah! But this is different," Mr. Crow explained. "You don't have to go
+into the kitchen at all. All you have to do is to climb that big tree
+close by the house. And you can hop right through the attic window.
+There's nobody upstairs in the daytime. In fact, I should call it one
+of the safest places to go that I know of."
+
+When Mr. Crow said that, Frisky believed him. Mr. Crow was so old, and
+so wise, and so solemn, that Frisky thought that anything he said must
+be true.
+
+"I'm going past Farmer Green's house right now," Mr. Crow told Frisky.
+"I have a little matter to attend to over in the cornfield. And if you
+want to come along with me I don't mind stopping to show you where the
+butternuts are. But of course if you're afraid--" Mr. Crow stopped to
+cough. He buttoned his coat closer around his throat. And then he
+looked sideways at Frisky Squirrel.
+
+"Afraid!" Frisky exclaimed. "I'm not afraid at all."
+
+"Good!" said Mr. Crow. "Now, then, young fellow! You skip along over
+to Farmer Green's and I'll be waiting for you down the road a bit."
+
+Old Mr. Crow flapped himself away then. And Frisky Squirrel hurried
+off in a straight line for the farmhouse.
+
+
+
+
+XVI
+
+Caught in the Attic
+
+
+Long before Frisky Squirrel reached Farmer Green's place, he began to
+worry for fear Mr. Crow had grown tired of waiting for him. To be
+sure, he knew that the butternuts were up in the attic. But to tell
+the truth, Frisky felt uneasy about visiting the farmhouse. And he
+hoped that Mr. Crow would show him just how to get through the attic
+window, as he had promised.
+
+Just as he came in sight of the farmhouse Frisky heard Mr. Crow
+calling to him from a tall tree close by the road. He was glad to hear
+the old gentleman's husky voice. And he couldn't help thinking how
+kind Mr. Crow was, and how mistaken his mother had been to believe
+that Mr. Crow liked to get folks into trouble.
+
+"Come on!" said Mr. Crow, as Frisky paused beneath the tall tree. "I'm
+going to fly over to that tree right next the farmhouse. You run along
+the stone-wall and climb up beside me."
+
+"Now, then!" said Mr. Crow a few minutes later, when Frisky had joined
+him. "There's the window--wide open. And there are the butternuts,
+lying on the floor."
+
+Frisky could see great heaps of nuts. And without another word he
+crept out on a limb that brushed the window-sill and in another moment
+he was inside Farmer Green's attic. Frisky forgot to thank Mr. Crow.
+He never once thought of that, he was in such a hurry to taste those
+nuts.
+
+He just ate and ate and ate; and he was so busy cracking the nuts and
+picking out the meats that he never noticed that it was growing dark.
+
+At last, to his astonishment, the attic door opened. Frisky leaped
+behind a pile of butternuts and hid, while someone walked across the
+floor. Then there was a bang. And Frisky shivered when he heard it.
+But the person left the attic at once and went downstairs.
+
+Frisky Squirrel breathed easily again. And he stole out from behind
+the pile of nuts. Somehow, he did not care to eat any more. He wanted
+to get out of the house. So he went to the window. And then Frisky
+Squirrel was really frightened. The window was shut!
+
+You see, while Frisky was so busy eating butternuts, a storm was
+gathering. And it grew so dark, and the wind howled so shrilly, that
+Farmer Green's wife thought she had better shut the attic window, to
+keep the rain from beating in.
+
+How Frisky Squirrel did wish he had minded his mother and kept away
+from old Mr. Crow! Poor Frisky looked out through the little square
+panes of glass. His friend Mr. Crow was nowhere to be seen. Frisky had
+hoped that the old gentleman would be waiting for him, and that since
+Mr. Crow had told him how to get inside the attic he would be able to
+tell him how to get out again.
+
+The wind swept the branches of the tall tree back and forth across the
+window. How easy it would have been--if the window had been open--to hop
+out upon one of those swaying limbs! Frisky pressed his soft little
+body close against the glass and pushed as hard as he could. But he
+couldn't break out of his prison. It was a queer thing--that glass! He
+could see through it just as if there was nothing there; and yet it
+held him fast. Frisky could not understand it.
+
+
+
+
+XVII
+
+Farmer Green's Cat
+
+
+There were plenty of nuts in the attic of Farmer Green's house, where
+Frisky Squirrel found himself a prisoner. And you might think that he
+wouldn't have felt so unhappy to be there. But Frisky was unhappy. He
+was so frightened that he crept into a corner and stayed there,
+shivering, for a long time. And he couldn't have eaten a single one of
+those nuts if he had tried. He wanted to be free. He wanted to be out
+of doors. He wanted to go home.
+
+After a time the storm passed. The wind stopped blowing. And the sun
+shone again. But nobody came to the attic to open the window. When it
+grew quite light Frisky did not feel so frightened. And at last he
+crept out of his corner and went nosing about the room, hoping to find
+a hole big enough to squeeze through.
+
+Now, you must not think Frisky Squirrel was stupid, when I tell you
+that the door was open all this time. It was open just the smallest
+crack, for Farmer Green's wife hadn't quite closed it when she went
+downstairs. Frisky had been too frightened to notice it. Besides, the
+attic had been dark, you know.
+
+Well, when Frisky found that crack he was the happiest little fellow
+you ever saw. It was only a narrow opening; but he slipped through it.
+And there he was, right at the head of the stairs! So downstairs he
+hurried. The door below was wide open. And in less time than it takes
+to tell the story, Frisky was in Farmer Green's kitchen. He remembered
+that room very well, for he had been there when he came to taste that
+white-frosted cake.
+
+But this time Frisky did not stop to look for any cake. He just
+scampered across the floor toward the wide doorway. And as he bounded
+across the room something sprang out from behind the stove and started
+after him.
+
+Frisky Squirrel saw that some animal had leaped at him. He didn't stop
+to take a good look; but he supposed that it was a small dog that had
+been drying himself by the fire. Frisky knew that dogs couldn't climb
+trees. So he sprang through the door, never touching the big stone
+doorstep at all, and hurried toward a tree in Farmer Green's yard. He
+laughed as he scurried up the tree-trunk. And then he looked down at
+his enemy.
+
+Then Frisky Squirrel's heart almost stood still. That small animal was
+coming right up the tree after him! Of course, it wasn't a dog at all.
+It was Farmer Green's cat. Frisky had never seen a cat before and he
+began to wonder whether the small creature could fly, as well as climb
+trees. He scampered to the top of the tree; and then he leaped upon a
+branch of another tree close by.
+
+No! The small animal could not fly. She climbed as high as she dared.
+And then she stopped. Her eyes glared fiercely; and her tail grew as
+big as Frisky's own. But that didn't help her at all. She could only
+sit there and watch Frisky Squirrel as he dropped from branch to
+branch, until she lost sight of him among the leaves.
+
+
+
+
+XVIII
+
+The Threshing-machine
+
+
+One day, late in the summer, Frisky Squirrel saw something that caused
+him great excitement. Right into the center of one of Farmer Green's
+fields he saw Farmer Green's horses drag a queer sort of wagon. It was
+bigger than any other wagon he had ever seen, and had wheels upon it
+in all sorts of strange places, instead of just at the four corners,
+like all the wagons he had ever noticed before.
+
+Frisky climbed a tree, in order to get a better view of what was
+happening. As he watched, he saw still another odd wagon hauled upon
+the field alongside the first one. This wagon carried a broad walk
+which led from the back and went right up what you might call a hill,
+to the front of the wagon. And there it stopped, with a wooden bar
+blocking the way. Frisky Squirrel thought that that was the strangest
+path he had ever seen, for it seemed to lead to nowhere, and why it
+should have a bar at the top, to keep anyone from going nowhere at
+all, was more than even his lively mind could puzzle out.
+
+In and out and about these strange wagons were as many as a dozen men,
+and one boy--each of them as busy as he could be. And as for the boy,
+Johnnie Green, he was busier than anybody else. He seemed to be
+everywhere at once, and in everybody's way. And Frisky couldn't see
+that he was doing anything at all. But he noticed that Johnnie
+appeared to be having a fine time.
+
+As Frisky Squirrel looked down upon this unusual sight from his perch
+in the tree he saw that Farmer Green's wagons--the kind Frisky had
+often seen before--were bringing up sheaves of wheat. And pretty
+soon--and this made Frisky's eyes almost pop out of his head--he saw a
+man lead a pair of horses up that short, steep walk and tie them to
+the bar at the top of it.
+
+Then the horses began to walk. Now, probably you wouldn't think there
+was anything strange about that. But there was. The odd thing about
+that was that although the horses walked, they didn't get anywhere at
+all. So far as Frisky Squirrel could see, they just walked and walked,
+and that was all there was to it. After they had walked for a long
+time they still stayed right in the same place, tied fast to the
+wooden bar in front of them.
+
+Now, when the horses were walking, the other wagon began to set up a
+great noise. It reminded Frisky of the time the gristmill began to
+grind, when he thought the world was coming to an end. Those queer
+wheels on the wagon began to turn, too. But Frisky didn't pay much
+attention to them. What caught his eye and kept him puzzling was those
+two horses, always walking, but never going anywhere.
+
+Frisky Squirrel stayed in his tree as long as he could, until at last
+he simply had to hurry home and beg his mother to come over to the
+field with him.
+
+As it happened, Mrs. Squirrel was not very busy that day, so she
+dropped her knitting, or whatever it was that she was doing, and
+pretty soon she and Frisky were up in the tree that he had climbed
+before.
+
+"Oh! they're threshing!" Mrs. Squirrel said, after she had taken
+one good look at what was going on. "They're threshing out the
+wheat-kernels, so the miller can grind them into flour."
+
+"But those horses--" said Frisky. "Why is it that they don't walk right
+against that bar, and break it, and tumble off onto the ground?"
+
+"That's a horse-power," Mrs. Squirrel explained. "The path the horses
+are treading on moves, and that's why they stay right in the same
+place. The path moves 'round and 'round all the time, like a broad
+chain. That's what makes the wheels turn on the threshing-machine."
+
+"It must be fun," said Frisky Squirrel. "I wish I could be a horse,
+and make that horse-power turn like that."
+
+"Nonsense!" said his mother. "You'd soon grow tired of it."
+
+But Frisky Squirrel knew better.
+
+[Illustration: Caught in the attic]
+
+
+
+
+XIX
+
+Frisky's Prison
+
+
+Frisky Squirrel simply couldn't keep away from the field where the
+wheat was being threshed. He was on hand before the men came in the
+morning, and he was the last to leave the place at night. He ate all
+his meals right on the spot, and went home only to sleep.
+
+Now, it was not long before Johnnie Green spied Frisky Squirrel
+loitering about the field. And he made up his mind that that young
+squirrel was altogether too bold. So Johnnie Green rigged up a trap,
+which he made from an old box, a few sticks, and a bit of string. And
+one noon, while the men were eating their lunch under some trees a
+little way from the threshing-machine, Frisky Squirrel was just
+reckless enough to steal up and try to get his luncheon too, by eating
+some of the wheat-kernels. He noticed a tempting little heap of
+kernels, right beside a little box. And he had just stopped to eat
+them when all at once the box toppled over on him, and there he
+was--caught!
+
+When Johnnie Green discovered that he had captured that young squirrel
+he was just as glad as Frisky was sorry and frightened. That, you see,
+is just the difference between _catching_ and _being caught_. It makes
+a great difference whether you are outside the trap, or in it. And
+Frisky Squirrel was in it. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't
+get away.
+
+He made up his mind that if anybody tried to lift him out of the box
+he would bite him. But Johnnie Green had caught squirrels before. He
+pulled on a pair of heavy gloves, and all Frisky's biting did no
+good--or harm--at all.
+
+When Johnnie reached home he put his prize into a neat little wire
+cage. As soon as Frisky found himself inside it he looked all around,
+to see if there wasn't some opening big enough to squeeze through. And
+sure enough! there was a little door. And in a twinkling Frisky had
+popped himself through it and had started to run.
+
+He ran and ran. But strange to say, all his running took him nowhere
+at all. At first he couldn't discover what was the matter. But after a
+while he saw that he was inside a broad wheel, made of wire. And when
+he ran the wheel simply spun 'round and 'round.
+
+He stopped running then. For he thought of the horses that made the
+horse-power go. He was in just the same fix that they were in. He
+could run as fast as he pleased, but he would still stay right there
+inside the wheel.
+
+Poor Frisky Squirrel crept back into his cage. He remembered what his
+mother had said, when he wished he could be a horse, and make the
+tread-mill go. "You'd soon grow tired of it," she had told him.
+
+At the time, Frisky hadn't believed her. But now he knew that his
+mother was wiser than he was. And he wondered if he was ever going to
+see her again.
+
+
+
+
+XX
+
+Johnnie Green Forgets Something
+
+
+Although Johnnie Green took good care of Frisky Squirrel, that once
+lively young chap did not like his new home in the wire cage at all.
+His young master gave him plenty to eat--nuts and grain--all the things
+that Frisky had always liked before. But now nothing tasted the same.
+Frisky never felt really hungry. He just sat in his cage and moped and
+sulked.
+
+Once in a great while he would go out into his wheel, and run and run
+until he was so tired that he was ready to drop. Whenever Johnnie
+Green saw him running inside the wheel that young man would laugh
+aloud--he was so pleased.
+
+But nothing ever pleased Frisky Squirrel any more. He grew peevish and
+cross and sulky. Being cooped up in that little wire prison day after
+day made an entirely different squirrel of him. He longed to be free
+once more--free to scamper through the tree-tops, and along the
+stone-walls and the rail-fences. And at night he dreamed of hunting for
+beechnuts, and chestnuts, and hickorynuts, on which he would feast to
+his heart's content--in his dreams. But in the daytime, when his young
+master put some of those very same nuts into his cage, Frisky would
+hardly touch them. He lost his plumpness. His smooth coat grew rough.
+And his tail--that beautiful tail that Jimmy Rabbit had tried to cut
+off--alas! it was no longer beautiful. It was thin and ragged-looking.
+
+At last Johnnie Green began to be worried about his pet squirrel. And
+one day when Frisky refused to eat a single nut Johnnie Green thought
+that he must be really ill. So he opened the door of the cage, which
+he always kept carefully fastened, and forgetting all about his thick
+gloves he put his hand inside the little wire house, picked Frisky up
+by the back of his neck, just as if he were a kitten, and lifted him
+out of his prison.
+
+Johnnie wanted to see if he could find out what was the trouble with
+the little fellow. He thought that perhaps he had a bad tooth, which
+prevented his eating. And Johnnie tried to look inside of Frisky's
+mouth.
+
+At first Frisky kept perfectly still. He could hardly believe that he
+was outside that horrid, cramped cage. But it was true! And when
+Johnnie Green began to poke at his mouth with a bare finger Frisky
+Squirrel thought that it was high time for him to do something.
+
+So he did it. He didn't wait another second. Quick as a flash he sank
+his sharp teeth into Johnnie Green's finger.
+
+Poor Johnnie Green! He gave such a yell that you could have heard him
+far away on the other side of Swift River. That was the first thing he
+did. And the next thing that Johnnie did was to drop Frisky right on
+the ground.
+
+That was exactly what Frisky wanted. He no sooner touched the ground
+than he was away like a shot. It was not at all like running inside the
+wheel. Every leap carried him further away from Farmer Green's house.
+And he had crossed the road and disappeared behind the stone-wall before
+Johnnie Green knew what had happened.
+
+For several days after that Johnnie Green had to keep his finger bound
+up in a bandage. And he felt very sad at losing his pet squirrel.
+
+But Frisky Squirrel was not sad at all. And neither was his mother. At
+first, when Frisky tumbled inside her house she hardly knew him. For a
+long time she had almost stopped believing he would ever come home
+again. And now that he had come he was so changed that she could
+scarcely believe it was he.
+
+The first thing that Mrs. Squirrel did was to set before Frisky some
+choice seeds which she had gathered that very day. And Frisky ate
+every one of them. You see, he had found his appetite again.
+
+For several days after that Frisky Squirrel did very little except
+eat. And it was surprising--the way he began to grow fat. His sides
+soon stuck out more than they ever had before, and his coat began to
+grow sleek and shiny. And as for his tail--though it took longer for
+_that_ to look beautiful again, in the course of time it became just
+as thick and handsome as ever. Mrs. Squirrel was very glad of that.
+For Frisky reminded her of his father once more.
+
+
+
+
+XXI
+
+That Disagreeable Freddie Weasel
+
+
+Almost everybody liked Frisky Squirrel, he was such a happy little
+fellow. But there were a few of the forest-people with whom Frisky
+never was able to make friends. _They_ were the disagreeable, selfish
+kind, who never liked anyone except themselves.
+
+Freddie Weasel was one of the few with whom Frisky Squirrel never
+could have a good time. Frisky often tried to play with him. But their
+games always ended in trouble; and I must say that it was not Frisky's
+fault.
+
+Now, Frisky had often heard it said among his neighbors that no one
+had ever caught Freddie Weasel asleep. Indeed, Jimmy Rabbit claimed
+that Freddie Weasel never slept at all.
+
+That seemed very strange to Frisky. He could hardly believe it. And he
+made up his mind that he would watch Freddie Weasel and see whether it
+was really true.
+
+So one evening, just after sundown, when Frisky met Freddie Weasel in
+the woods, he thought it would be a good time to spy upon him. Of
+course it wasn't at all a polite thing to do. But Frisky was very
+curious. And anyhow, he meant no harm.
+
+"Hello, Freddie!" he said, as he came face to face with the sly, slim
+chap.
+
+"Hello, yourself!" said Freddie Weasel in a disagreeable tone.
+
+"Where you going?" Frisky inquired pleasantly enough.
+
+"Never you mind," Freddie Weasel answered. "And you'd better keep out
+of my way, or I'll bite your head off."
+
+Frisky Squirrel didn't know what to say. Very few people--except Jasper
+Jay and one or two other quarrelsome forest-folk--had ever spoken to
+him like that. So he just stood still and stared.
+
+That seemed to make Freddie angrier than ever. He darted toward Frisky
+and tried to bite his neck. But Frisky was quick, too. He ran up a tree
+before Freddie Weasel could catch him, and smiled at the bad-tempered
+fellow.
+
+"You'd better go home and take a nap," Frisky told him. "You're
+crosser than ever to-day."
+
+Freddie looked up at Frisky as if he would just like to get hold of
+him for about one second.
+
+"I never sleep," he said. "I'm always awake. And some night when
+you're dreaming, I'm coming to your house and I'm going to eat you."
+And then he hurried away.
+
+Frisky Squirrel ran down the tree and dashed after Freddie. He didn't
+make any noise at all. And he was careful not to let Freddie see him.
+He was going to find out for himself whether Freddie stayed awake all
+night.
+
+Mrs. Squirrel was worried because Frisky didn't come home. Of course
+he ought to have let her know what he was about. But he felt that he
+mustn't lose sight of Freddie. And he saw no one at all by whom he
+could send word to his mother as to where he was and what he was
+doing.
+
+Frisky had the busiest sort of time following Freddie. It grew so dark
+that it was very hard to see Freddie Weasel as he sneaked along
+through the bushes, hunting for small birds that build their nests on
+the ground.
+
+Freddie Weasel caught several sleeping birds. And Frisky could not
+help being sorry for them. He began to feel very guilty for having
+teased them, and for having eaten their eggs.
+
+Finally it grew so dark that Frisky had just about decided that he
+would have to give up spying on Freddie and hurry home, when he saw
+Freddie slip into a hole in a bank and vanish.
+
+Was Freddie Weasel at last going to bed and to sleep?
+
+
+
+
+XXII
+
+Catching Freddie Weasel Asleep
+
+
+When Frisky Squirrel saw Freddie Weasel disappear in the hole in the
+bank he became greatly excited. He forgot all about going home. And
+though he had begun to feel somewhat sleepy, he was wide awake again
+in no time. He sat right down, a little way from the hole, and he
+never once took his eyes off it.
+
+Frisky hoped that perhaps he would hear Freddie snoring in there, if
+he waited long enough. But no such thing happened. There seemed to be
+but one way to discover whether Freddie was asleep, and _that_ was to
+creep into the hole himself and find out.
+
+Now, Frisky Squirrel was no coward, as you know. But he did not like
+the idea of crawling into that narrow, dark place. He knew that
+Freddie Weasel's teeth were very sharp. And he knew that Freddie was
+quick to use them, too.
+
+Frisky was trying hard to think of some good way to catch Freddie
+asleep, when who should come strolling along but Henry Skunk! Frisky
+always supposed that he was called "Henry" because he was so fond of
+_hens_--for he visited Farmer Green's hen-house oftener than any other
+of the forest-people--but whether _that_ was why he was so named I
+should really not want to say.
+
+"Well, well! You're out pretty late," Henry Skunk called, as soon as
+he saw Frisky.
+
+Frisky Squirrel held a paw to his mouth, so Henry Skunk would not talk
+too loudly.
+
+"What's going on?" Henry Skunk asked, with growing interest. "You
+haven't seen a hen around here, have you?"
+
+Frisky shook his head.
+
+"It's Freddie Weasel--" he explained, pointing at the hole. "He's in
+there; and I'm trying to catch him asleep."
+
+Henry Skunk came nearer.
+
+"Why don't you go inside?" he asked.
+
+Frisky shook his head again.
+
+"I don't see very well in the dark," he said, "and I'd rather not."
+
+Henry nodded.
+
+"I can see first rate at night," he told Frisky. "I'll find out for
+you if Freddie Weasel is asleep. And if he is, I'll come right back
+and tell you, and then you can go in with me and see for yourself."
+
+"Good!" said Frisky. "That's very kind of you, I'm sure."
+
+So Henry Skunk walked up to the hole. It was entirely too small for
+him to enter.
+
+"I'll have to make it bigger," he remarked.
+
+"Won't Freddie hear you?" Frisky Squirrel inquired.
+
+"I'll be very quiet about it," Henry Skunk replied. "So if he's asleep
+I hardly think I'll disturb him." And at that Henry set to work.
+
+Now, in order to dig, he had to stick his head into the hole. But he
+knew he could see Freddie Weasel if Freddie tried to bite his nose; so
+Henry was not afraid. How he did make the dirt fly! Frisky wished that
+he could dig like that. He thought it must be great fun. And he
+watched Henry so closely that he never saw that slim, sneaking form
+that crept up behind him. And when Frisky felt something jump right on
+top of him, and when a terrible, sharp pain seized his shoulder, he
+was scared half out of his wits.
+
+It was Freddie Weasel! He had left his home through another hole,
+which Frisky knew nothing about.
+
+Frisky Squirrel called for help. He shouted Henry Skunk's name again
+and again, as he rolled over and over on the ground, trying to shake
+Freddie off his back.
+
+But how could Henry Skunk hear him, with his head buried inside the
+hole? _He_ didn't know what was happening. And if Frisky and Freddie
+hadn't rolled right upon him he probably would never have looked
+around until it was too late.
+
+But when Henry felt that rolling, tumbling, fighting pair bump against
+him he drew his head out of the hole in a hurry. And as soon as he saw
+what was happening he sunk his own sharp teeth deep into Freddie
+Weasel's back.
+
+Freddie let go of Frisky Squirrel at once. And he gave Henry Skunk's
+nose such a savage nip that Henry just had to squeal--it hurt him so.
+In order to squeal, of course he had to open his mouth. And when he
+opened his mouth he had to let go of Freddie Weasel.
+
+That was exactly what Freddie Weasel wanted. He sprang up and dashed
+into the bushes. He was not afraid of Frisky Squirrel. But Henry Skunk
+was altogether too big. Freddie did not enjoy fighting _him_.
+
+Well! Frisky, with his aching shoulder, and Henry Skunk, with his sore
+nose, went off together. They didn't say a word to each other, until
+they reached the hickory tree where Frisky lived. And then all they
+said was "Good-night!"
+
+Frisky never spied on anybody again. He had learned that it is better
+not to meddle in other people's private affairs. So, after all,
+perhaps it was a good thing that he tried, just once, to catch Freddie
+Weasel asleep.
+
+
+THE END
+
+
+
+     *     *     *     *     *     *
+
+
+
+Transcriber's Notes
+
+   1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards.
+   2. Frontispiece illustration relocated to after copyright notice.
+   3. Roman numerals in original Table of Contents retained and
+      applied at chapter headings.
+   4. Typographic errors corrected in original:
+      p. 12 Friskly to Frisky ("Frisky simply had")
+      p. 49 like to liked ("Frisky Squirrel liked to play")
+
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