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UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS
by
HOWARD R. GARIS
Author of _Sammie and Susie Littletail_, _Johnnie and Billy Bushytail_,
_Jackie and Peetie Bow Wow_, "Those Smith Boys," series, "The Island
Boys," series, etc.
Illustrated by LOUIS WISA
A.L. Burt Company
Publishers New York
1913
[Illustration]
THE FAMOUS BED TIME SERIES
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HOWARD R. GARIS'
Bed Time Animal Stories
No. 1. SAMMIE AND SUSIE LTTTLETAIL
No. 2. JOHNNY AND BILLY BUSHYTAIL
No. 3. LULU, ALICE & JIMMIE WIBBLEWOBBLE
No. 5. JACKIE AND PEETIE BOW-WOW
No. 7. BUDDY AND BRIGHTEYES PIGG
No. 9. JOIE, TOMMIE AND KITTIE KAT
No. 10. CHARLIE AND ARABELLA CHICK
No. 14. NEDDIE AND BECKIE STUBTAIL
No. 16. BULLY AND BAWLY NO-TAIL
No. 20. NANNIE AND BILLIE WAGTAIL
No. 28. JOLLIE AND JILLIE LONGTAIL
Uncle Wiggily Bed Time Stories
No. 4. UNCLE WIGGILY'S ADVENTURES
No. 6. UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS
No. 8. UNCLE WIGGILY'S FORTUNE
No. 11. UNCLE WIGGILY'S AUTOMOBILE
No. 19. UNCLE WIGGILY AT THE SEASHORE
No. 21. UNCLE WIGGILY'S AIRSHIP
No. 27. UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE COUNTRY
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UNCLE WIGGILY'S TRAVELS
The stories herein contained appeared originally in the _Evening News_,
of Newark, N.J., where (so many children and their parents were kind
enough to say) they gave pleasure to a number of little folks and
grown-ups also. Permission to issue the stories in book form was kindly
granted by the publisher and editor of the _News_, to whom the author
extends his thanks.
CONTENTS
STORY PAGE
I. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE RED SQUIRREL 9
II. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BROWN WREN 16
III. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNFISH 22
IV. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE YELLOW BIRD 28
V. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SKY-CRACKER 34
VI. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BUTTERCUP 40
VII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE JULY BUG 46
VIII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND JACK-IN-THE-PULPIT 52
IX. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LOST CHIPMUNK 58
X. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BLACK CRICKET 64
XI. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BUSY BUG 70
XII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE FUNNY MONKEY 76
XIII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BIG DOG 82
XIV. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PEANUT MAN 88
XV. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CRAWLY SNAKE 94
XVI. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WATER-LILIES 100
XVII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNFLOWER 106
XVIII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE LIGHTNING BUGS 112
XIX. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE PHOEBE BIRDS 118
XX. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE MILKMAN 124
XXI. UNCLE WIGGILY'S SWIMMING LESSON 131
XXII. UNCLE WIGGILY IN THE BEAR'S DEN 137
XXIII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TOADSTOOL 144
XXIV. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CHICKIE 150
XXV. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WASP 157
XXVI. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BLUEBELL 163
XXVII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE WIBBLEWOBBLES 170
XXVIII. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BERRY BUSH 176
XXIX. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE CAMP FIRE 183
XXX. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE COWBIRD 189
XXXI. UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE TAILOR BIRD 195
Uncle Wiggily's Travels
STORY I
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE RED SQUIRREL
You know when Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old rabbit gentleman, started
out to look for his fortune, he had to travel many weary miles, and many
adventures happened to him. Some of those adventures I have told you in
the book just before this one, and now I am going to tell you about his
travels when he hoped to find a lot of money, so he would be rich.
One day, as I told you in the last story in the other book, Uncle Wiggily
came to a farm, and there he had quite an adventure with a little boy. And
this little boy had on red trousers, because, I guess, his blue ones were
in the washtub. Anyhow, he and the rabbit gentleman became good friends.
And now I am going to tell you what happened when Uncle Wiggily met the
red squirrel.
"Where do you think you will go to look for your fortune to-day, Uncle
Wiggily?" asked the little boy with the red trousers the next morning,
after the rabbit had stayed all night at the farm house.
"I do not know," said the rabbit gentleman. "Perhaps I had better do some
traveling at night. I couldn't find the pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow, but perhaps there may be a gold, or silver fortune, at the end of
a moon-beam. I think I'll try."
"Oh, but don't you get sleepy at night?" asked the little boy's mother as
she fried an ice cream cone for Uncle Wiggily's breakfast.
"Well, I could sleep in the day time, and then I would stay awake at
night," answered the traveling uncle, blinking his ears.
"Oh, but aren't you afraid of the bogeyman at night?" inquired the boy
with the red hair--I mean trousers.
"There are no such things as bogeymen," said Uncle Wiggily, "and if there
were any, they would not harm you. I am not a bit afraid in the dark,
except that I don't like mosquitoes to bite me. I think I'll travel
to-morrow night, and look for gold at the end of the moon-beam."
So he started off that day, and he went only a short distance, for he
wanted to find a place to sleep in order that he would be wide awake when
it got dark.
Well, he found a nice, soft place under a pile of hay, and there he
stretched out to slumber as nicely as if he were in his bed at home. He
even snored a little bit, I believe, or else it was Bully Frog croaking
one of his songs.
The day passed, and the sun went down, and it got all ready to be night,
and still Uncle Wiggily slept on soundly. But all of a sudden he heard
voices whispering:
"Now you go that way and I'll go this way, and we'll catch that rabbit and
put him in a cage and sell him!"
Well, you can just believe that Uncle Wiggily was frightened when he
awakened suddenly and saw two bad boys softly creeping up and making ready
to catch him.
"Oh, this is no place for me!" the rabbit cried, and he grabbed up his
crutch and his valise and hopped away so fast that the boys couldn't catch
him, no matter how fast they could run, even bare-footed.
"Let's throw stones at him!" they cried. And they did, but I'm glad to say
that none of them hit Uncle Wiggily. Isn't it queer how mean some boys can
be? But perhaps they were never told any better, so we'll forgive them
this time.
"Well, it is now night," said the rabbit gentleman as he hopped on through
the woods, "so I think I will sit under this tree and wait for the moon to
come up. And while I'm waiting I'll eat my supper."
So Uncle Wiggily ate his supper, which the kind farmer lady had put up for
him, and then he sat and waited for the moon to rise, and pretty soon he
heard a funny noise, calling like this:
"Who? Who? Who-tu-tu-tu."
"Oh, you know who I am all right, Mr. Owl," said the rabbit. "You can see
very well at night. You can see me."
"My goodness, if it isn't Uncle Wiggily!" cried the owl in surprise. "What
are you doing out so late, I'd like to know?"
"Waiting for a moon-beam, so I can see if there is any gold for my fortune
at the end of it," was the answer. "Is the moon coming up over the trees,
Mr. Owl?"
"Yes, here it comes," said the owl, "and now I must fly off to the dark
woods, for I don't like the light," and he fluttered away.
Then the moon came up, all silver and glorious; shining over the tree tops
like a shimmering ball, and soon the moon-beams fell to the ground in
slanting rays, but they fell so softly, like feathers, that they did not
get hurt at all.
"Well, I guess I'll follow that big one," said the old gentleman rabbit,
as he picked out a nice, broad, large, shiny moon-beam. "That must have
gold at the end, and, if I find it, my fortune is made." So off he started
to follow the moon-beam to where it came to an end.
It seemed to go quite a distance through the dark woods, and Uncle Wiggily
traveled on for several hours, and he didn't seem to be any nearer the end
by that time than he was at first.
"My land, this is a very long beam," he exclaimed. "It is almost big
enough to make a church steeple from. But I'll keep on a little longer,
for I'm not a bit sleepy yet."
Well, all of a sudden, just as he was turning the corner around a big
stone, the rabbit gentleman heard a funny noise.
It wasn't like any one crying, yet it sounded as if some one was in
trouble, for the voice said:
"Oh, dear! I'll never get it big enough, I know I can't! I've combed it
and brushed it, and done it up in curl papers to make it fluffy, but still
it isn't like theirs. What shall I do?"
"Hum, I wonder who that can be?" thought Uncle Wiggily. "Perhaps it is
some little lost child; but no children would be out in the woods at
night. I'll take a look."
So he hopped softly over, and peered around the edge of the stone, and
what do you think he saw?
Why, there was a nice, little, red squirrel-girl, and she had a comb and a
brush, and little looking-glass. And the glass was stuck up on a stump
where the moon-beam that Uncle Wiggily was following shone on it and
reflected back again. And by the light of the moon-beam the red squirrel
was combing and brushing out her tail as hard as she could comb and brush
it.
"What are you doing?" asked Uncle Wiggily in surprise.
"Oh, my! How you startled me!" exclaimed the red squirrel. "But I'm glad
it's you, Uncle Wiggily. I'm going to a surprise party soon, and I was
just trying to make my tail as big as Johnnie or Billie Bushytail's, but I
can't do it," she said sadly.
"No, and you never can," said the rabbit. "Their tails are a different
kind than yours, for they are gray squirrels and you are a red one. But
yours is very nice. Be content to have yours as it is."
"I guess I will," said the red squirrel. "But what are you doing out so
late, Uncle Wiggily?"
"Looking for the end of the moon-beam to get my fortune."
"Ha! The moon-beam ends right here," said the red squirrel-girl, pointing
to her looking-glass, and, surely enough, there the bright shaft of light
ended. "But there is no fortune here, Uncle Wiggily, I am sorry to say,"
she added.
"I see there isn't," answered the rabbit. "Well, I must travel on again
to-morrow, then. But now I will see that you get safely home, for it is
getting late."
And, just as he said that, what should happen but that a black, savage,
ugly bear stuck his nose out of the bushes and made a grab for the rabbit.
But what do you think the red squirrel did?
She just took her hair brush and with the hard back of it she whacked the
bear on the end of his tender-ender nose, and he howled, and turned around
to run away, and the squirrel girl tickled him with the comb, and he ran
faster than ever, and the bear didn't eat Uncle Wiggily that night.
Then the rabbit stayed at the red squirrel's mamma's house the rest of the
evening, and the next day the squirrel went to the surprise party with her
tail the regular size it ought to be, and not as big as the Bushytail
brothers' tails, and everybody was happy.
Now in case the granddaddy longlegs doesn't tickle the baby with his long
cow-pointing leg and make her laugh so she gets the hiccoughs, I'll tell
you in the next story about Uncle Wiggily and the brown wren.
STORY II
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE BROWN WREN
Well, just as I expected, the granddaddy longlegs did tickle the baby, but
she only smiled in her sleep, and didn't awaken, so, as it's nice and
quiet I can tell you another story. And it's going to be about how Uncle
Wiggily, in his travels about the country, in search of his fortune,
helped a little brown wren.
"Well, where are you going this morning?" asked the red squirrel's mother
as Uncle Wiggily finished his breakfast, and shook out from his long ears
the oatmeal crumbs that had fallen in them.
"Oh, I suppose I will have to be traveling on," answered the rabbit. "That
fortune of mine seems to be a long distance off. I've tried rainbows and
moon-beams and I didn't find any money at their ends. I guess I'll have to
look under the water next, but I'll wait until I get back home, and then
I'll have Jimmie Wibblewobble the duck boy put his head at the bottom of
the pond and see if there is any gold down there."
So off the old gentleman rabbit started, limping on his crutch, for his
rheumatism was troubling him again, and at his side swung his valise, with
some crackers and cheese and bread and butter and jam in it--plenty of
jam, too, let me tell you, for the red squirrel's mamma could make lovely
preserves, and this was carrot jam, with turnip frosting on it.
Well, Uncle Wiggily traveled on and on, over the hills and through the
deep woods, and pretty soon he came to a place where he saw a lot of
little black ants trying to carry to their nest a nice big piece of meat
that some one had dropped.
"My, how hard those ants are working," thought the rabbit. "But that meat
is too heavy for them. I'll have to help carry it."
Now the piece of meat was only as big as a quarter of a small cocoanut,
but, of course, that's too big for an ant to carry; or even for
forty-'leven ants, so Uncle Wiggily kindly lifted it for them, and put it
in their nest.
"Thank you very much," said the biggest ant. "If ever we can do you a
favor, or any of your friends, we will."
The old gentleman rabbit said he was glad to hear that, and then, taking
up his crutch and valise again, on he went.
Pretty soon he came to a place in the woods where the sun was shining
down through the trees, and a little brook was making pretty music over
the stones. And then, all at once, the old gentleman rabbit heard a
different kind of music, and it was that of a little bird singing. And
this is the song.
Now I did not make up this song. It is much prettier than I could write,
even if I had my Sunday-go-to-meeting clothes on, and I don't know who did
write it. But it used to be in my school reader when I was a little boy,
and I liked it very much. I hope whoever did write it won't mind if you
sing it. This is it:
"There's a little brown bird sitting up in a tree,
He's singing to you--he's singing to me.
And what does he say, little girl--little boy?
Oh, the world's running over with joy!"
Then the bird sang about how there were five eggs laid away up in a nest,
and how, pretty soon, little birds would come out from them, and then, all
of a sudden, the bird sang like this:
"But don't meddle,--don't touch,
Little girl--little boy,
Or the world will lose some of its joy!"
"Ha! you seem quite happy this beautiful morning," said Uncle Wiggily, as
he paused under the tree where the bird was singing. "Why, I do declare,"
he exclaimed. "If it isn't Mrs. Wren! Well, I never in all my born days! I
didn't know you were back from the South yet."
"Yes, Uncle Wiggily," said the little brown wren, "I came up some time
ago. But I'm real glad to see you. I'm going to take my little birdies out
of the shell pretty soon. They are almost hatched."
"Glad to hear it," said the rabbit, politely, and then he told about
seeking his fortune, and all of a sudden a great big ugly crow-bird flew
down out of a tall tree and made a dash for Mrs. Wren to eat her up. But
Mrs. Wren got out of the way just in time, and didn't get caught.
But alack, and alas-a-day! The crow knocked down the wren's nest, and all
the sticks and feathers of which it was made were scattered all about, and
the eggs, with the little birdies inside, would have been all broken
ker-smash, only that they happened to fall down on some soft moss.
"Oh, dear!" cried Mrs. Wren, sorrowfully. "Now see what that crow has
done! My home is broken up, and my birdies will be killed."
"Caw! Caw! Caw!" cried the crow as unkindly as he could, and it sounded
just as if he laughed "Haw! Haw! Haw!"
"Oh, whatever shall I do?" asked Mrs. Wren. "My birdies will have no nest,
and I haven't time to make another and break up the little fine sticks
that I need and gather the feathers that are scattered all over. Oh, what
shall I do? Soon my birdies will be out of the shells."
"Never fear!" said Uncle Wiggily, bravely. "I will help you. I'll gather
the sticks for you."
"Oh, but you haven't time; you must be off seeking your fortune," answered
the wren.
"Oh, I guess my fortune can wait. It has been waiting for me a long time,
and it won't hurt to wait a bit longer. I'll get you the sticks," said the
rabbit gentleman.
So while Mrs. Wren sat over the eggs to keep them warm with her fluffy
feathers, Uncle Wiggily looked for sticks with which to make a new nest.
He couldn't find any short and small enough, so what do you think he did?
Why, he took some big sticks and he jumped a jiggily dance up and down on
them with his sharp paws, and broke them up as fine as toothpicks for the
nest. Then he arranged them as well as he could in a sort of hollow, like
a tea cup.
"Oh, if we only had some feathers now, we would be all right," said Mrs.
Wren. "It's a very good nest for a rabbit to make."
"Don't say a word!" cried some small voices on the ground. "We will
gather up the feathers for you." And there came marching up a lot of the
little ants that Uncle Wiggily had been kind to, and soon they had
gathered up all the scattered feathers. And the nest was made on a mossy
stump, and lined with the feathers, and the warm eggs were put in it by
Mrs. Wren, who then hovered over them to hatch out the birdies. And she
was very thankful to Uncle Wiggily for what he had done.
Now, in case the water in the lake doesn't get inside the milk pail and
make lemonade of it, I'll tell you in the next story how the birdies were
hatched out, and also about Uncle Wiggily and the sunfish.
STORY III
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE SUNFISH
Uncle Wiggily slept that night--I mean the night after he had helped Mrs.
Wren build her nest--he slept in an old under-ground house that another
rabbit must have made some time before. It was nicely lined with leaves,
and the fortune-hunting bunny slept very nice and warm there.
When the sun was up, shining very brightly, and most beautifully, Uncle
Wiggily arose, shook his ears to get the dust out of them, and threw the
dried-leaf blankets off him.
"Ah, ha! I must be up and doing," he cried. "Perhaps I shall find my
fortune to-day."
Well, no sooner had he crawled out of the burrow than he heard a most
beautiful song. It was one Mrs. Wren was singing, and it went "tra-la-la
tra-la-la! tum-tee-tee-tum-tum-tee-tee!" too pretty for anything. And
then, afterward, there was a sort of an echo like "cheep-cheep
cheep-cheep!"
"Why, you must be very happy this morning, Mrs. Wren!" called Uncle
Wiggily to her as she sat in her new nest which the rabbit had made for
her on the mossy stump.
"I am," she answered, "very happy. What do you think happened in the
night?"
"I can't guess," he answered. "A burglar crow didn't come and steal your
eggs, I hope!"
"Oh, nothing sad or bad like that," she answered. "But something very
nice. Just hop up here and look."
So Uncle Wiggily hopped up on the stump, and Mrs. Wren got off her nest,
and there, on the bottom, in among some egg-shells, were a lot of tiny,
weeny little birdies, about as big as a spool of silk thread or even
smaller.
"Why, where in the world did they come from?" asked the old gentleman
rabbit, rubbing his eyes.
"Out of the eggs to be sure," answered Mrs. Wren. "And I do declare, the
last of my family is hatched now. There is little Wiggily out of the shell
at last. I think I'll name him after you, as he never could keep still
when he was being hatched. Now I must take out all the broken shells so
the birdies won't cut themselves on them." And she began to throw them out
with her bill, just as the mother hen does, and then one of the new little
birdies called out:
"Cheep-cheep-chip-chip!"
"Yes, I know you're hungry," answered their mamma, who understood their
bird talk. "Well, I'll fly away and get you something to eat just as soon
as your papa comes home to stay in the house. You know Mr. Wren went away
last night to see about getting a new position in a feather pillow
factory," said Mrs. Wren to Uncle Wiggily, "and he doesn't yet know about
the birdies. I hope he'll come back soon, as they are very hungry, and I
don't like to leave them alone to go shopping."
"Oh, I'll stay and take care of them for you while you go to the store,"
said the old gentleman rabbit, kindly.
"That will do very well," said Mrs. Wren. So she put on her bonnet and
shawl and took her market basket and off she flew to the store, while
Uncle Wiggily stayed with the new birdies, and they snuggled down under
his warm fur, and were as cozy as in their own mother's feathers.
Well, Mrs. Wren was gone some time, as the store was crowded and she
couldn't get waited on right away, and Uncle Wiggily stayed with the
birdies. And they got hungrier and hungrier, and they cried real hard.
Yes, indeed, as hard as some babies.
"Hum! I don't know what to do," said the old gentleman rabbit. "I can't
feed them. I guess I'll sing to them." So he sang this song:
"Hush, birdies, hush,
Please don't cry;
Mamma'll be back
By and by.
"Nestle down close
Under my fur,
I'm not your mother, but
I'm helping her."
But this didn't seem to satisfy the birdies and they cried "cheep-cheep"
harder than ever.
"Oh, dear! I believe I must get them something to eat," said Uncle
Wiggily. So he covered them all up warmly with the feathers that lined the
nest, and then he hopped down and went limping around on his crutch to
find them something to eat.
Pretty soon he came to a little brook, and as he looked down into it he
saw something shining, all gold and red and green and blue and yellow.
"Why, I do declare, if here isn't the end of the rainbow!" exclaimed the
old gentleman rabbit, as he saw all the pretty colors.
He rubbed his eyes with his paw, to make sure he wasn't dreaming, but the
colors were surely enough there, down under water.
"No wonder the giant couldn't find the pot of gold, it was down in the
water," spoke the rabbit. "But I'll get it, and then my fortune will be
made. Oh, how glad I am!"
Well, Uncle Wiggily reached his paw down and made a grab for the red and
green and gold and yellow thing, but to his surprise, instead of lifting
up a pot of gold, he lifted up a squirming, wiggling sunfish.
"Oh, my!" exclaimed the rabbit in surprise.
"I should say yes! Two Oh mys and another one!" gasped the fish. "Oh,
please put me back in the water again. The air out on land is too strong
for me. I can't breathe. Please, Uncle Wiggily, put me back."
"I thought you were a pot of gold," said the rabbit, sadly. "I'm always
getting fooled. But never mind. I'll put you in the water."
"What are you doing here?" asked the fish, as he slid into the water again
and sneezed three times.
"Just at present I am taking care of Mrs. Wren's new little birdies," said
the rabbit. "She has gone to the store for something for them to eat, but
they are so hungry they can't wait."
"Oh, that is easily fixed," said the sunfish. "Since you were so kind to
me I'll tell you what to do. Get them a few little worms, and some small
flower seeds, and feed them. Then the birdies will go to sleep."
So Uncle Wiggily did this, and as soon as the birds had their hungry
little mouths filled, sound to sleep they went. And in a little while Mrs.
Wren came back from the store with her basket filled, and Mr. Wren flew
home to say that he had a nice position in a feather factory, and how he
did admire his birdies! He hugged and kissed them like anything.
Then the two wrens both thanked Uncle Wiggily for taking care of their
children, and the rabbit said good-by and hopped on again to seek his
fortune. And if the trolley car conductor gives me a red, white and blue
transfer, for the pin cushion to go to sleep on, I'll tell you in the
following story about Uncle Wiggily and the yellow bird.
STORY IV
UNCLE WIGGILY AND THE YELLOW BIRD
Once upon a time, when Johnnie Bushytail was going along the road to
school, he met a fox--oh, just listen to me, would you! This story isn't
about the squirrel boy at all. It's about Uncle Wiggily Longears to be
sure, and the yellow bird, so I must begin all over again.
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