The Blowing away of
  Mr. Bushy Tail


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                                  THE
                            BLOWING AWAY OF
                             MR. BUSHY TAIL

                                  _By_
                           EDITH B. DAVIDSON

                             _Pictures by_
                            CLARA E. ATWOOD

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                                NEW YORK
                          DUFFIELD AND COMPANY
                                  1910




[Illustration: Copyright, 1910

By Duffield & Co.]




[Illustration: To my kind hostess at Highwood, within whose hospitable
gates it was written, this little story is dedicated by the Author]




[Illustration: CONTENTS]


     i. AND WHEN SHE GOT THERE THE CUPBOARD WAS BARE    9

    ii. NOT A CREATURE WAS STIRRING, NOT EVEN A MOUSE  21

   iii. MR. BUSHY TAIL GOES TOBOGGANING                29

    iv. ON THE WINGS OF THE NORTH WIND                 39

     v. AT THE TOP OF THE SOUTH POLE                   51

    vi. A QUILLY ACQUAINTANCE                          63

   vii. THE SNORTLING OF THE RING-TAILED SNORTER       75

  viii. THE GENTLE SOUTH WIND                          87




 And when she got there
 The cupboard was bare


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[Illustration: Chapter I

  “_And when she got there
  The cupboard was bare_--”]

It had been an exceptionally cold winter, and Mr. and Mrs. Bushy Tail
had found it very difficult to keep themselves and their two small
children warm.

They had finally moved into Grandmother Chipmunk’s house tree,
which seemed to be more protected from the high winds and the heavy
snow-storms, than their own pretty little nest. The rooms were rather
small, however, and Grandmother Chipmunk snored most awfully, so that
for several nights Baby Bushy Tail could not sleep.

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One cold snowy day, Mrs. Bushy Tail came into the living-room with a
very sober face.

[Illustration: Grandma Chipmunk]

“My dear,” she said to her husband, “the acorns and pine-cones are
nearly gone, and with the exception of a few dried apples and lettuce
leaves, there is nothing left in the cupboard.”

“Ttt, Ttt,” said Grandma Chipmunk, laying down her knitting, and
looking over her spectacles. “Whatever shall we do? Starve?”

Thereupon little Frisky, the oldest boy, set up a fearsome squeaking,
for he liked good things to eat, and did not want to starve.

Of course that started the baby off, and for a few moments no one could
hear themselves think, much less talk.

Frisky having been sent out of the room, and the baby being pacified
with an acorn-cup to play with, Mr. Bushy Tail spoke:

“There’s only one thing to do;” said he, “go across the frozen pond,
and through the woods, to either my cousin Red Squirrel’s or else to
the Chipmunks’. They will gladly lend me corn or oats enough to feed us
for another month, and by that time let us hope that Spring will have
come.”

“You’ll freeze in the deep snow,” said his wife, “or else you will be
blown to the North Pole by the fierce wind. Then I shall be a widow,
and what will the children do? Oh dear! Oh dear!” and she began to cry.

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Mr. Bushy Tail comforted her as best he could, saying that he knew the
path well, that the trees would protect him from the fierce wind, and
that he was too nimble and quick to sink and freeze in the deep snow.

At last, he promised not to go the next morning, unless the weather
was fine, so they all went to bed in their soft mossy nests.

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 Not a Creature was Stirring
 Not Even a Mouse


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[Illustration: Chapter II

  “_Not a creature was stirring
  Not even a mouse_--”]

Bright and early the next morning, Mr. Bushy Tail was up, had washed
his little face and paws, and brushed out his pretty soft fur, of which
he was justly a trifle vain. The sun was shining, and although the air
was very cold, he decided it was best for him to start for his cousin
Red Squirrel’s.

His wife bundled him up in a warm sweater and socks, which she had
made him for a Christmas present. Over his shoulder he slung a bag for
the corn, and promising surely to be back in two days time, he trotted
away, after having kissed the entire family three times all around.

The traveling was much better than he had feared it would be; and he
was fortunate enough to find a bush full of late rose-hips, from which
he made a good dinner.

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Just as it was growing dark, he reached his cousin Red Squirrel’s house
tree, and knocked on the door. Receiving no answer, he went in, for
the neighborhood was a very honest one, and nobody locked their front
doors, or their back ones either.

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Poor Mr. Bushy Tail went from room to room, but to his sorrow he
found no one, not even a mouse. There were some acorns and dried
apples stowed away in one corner, so he made a passable supper, but
he was worried by the thought, that the next day he must go on to the
Chipmunks’ for the corn, and so might be unable to reach home the same
night, as he had promised his little wife.

However, there was no use in borrowing trouble, so he curled himself up
in a warm corner, covered his back with his broad bushy tail, and was
soon fast asleep, and dreaming that he had carried home a whole barrel
full of food.

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Mr. Bushy Tail goes Tobogganing


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[Illustration: Chapter III

_Mr. Bushy-tail goes Tobogganing_]

The next morning as soon as it was light enough to start, Mr. Bushy
Tail set off through the woods to the Chipmunks’ house. He arrived
long before dinner time, and found to his amazement, that his cousin
Red Squirrel with his wife and children, were making the Chipmunks’ a
visit.

They were all delighted to see Mr. Bushy Tail but very sorry to hear
that his winter provisions had given out. However Mr. Chipmunk had a
very large supply, and he at once filled his friend’s bag full of corn,
rolled oats and dried peas. Willingly would he have given him twice as
much, had Mr. Bushy Tail been able to carry it.

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The family urged him to stay to dinner, but the sky looked grey and
threatening, and Bushy Tail had a long journey before him, so he ate a
hasty luncheon, thanked Mr. Chipmunk once more for his kindness, and
with his heavy bag over his shoulder, he scurried off as fast as he
could go.

Very soon the snow began to fall, first, in large single flakes, and
then faster and thicker. Scarcely could Mr. Bushy Tail see the way;
and after bumping into first a tree, and then a big bush, he lost his
footing, scrambled about for a minute in the deep snow, and then sank
_down_, ~down~, DOWN, and landed kerplunk!

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For an instant he was half-stunned, then he sat up and looked about him.

“Thank goodness, my bag is safe,” thought he, as he spied it in a
corner, where it had rolled. “What should I have done if I had lost
that? I could not possibly have walked up that toboggan slide to find
it.”

Then he saw that he was sitting in a bed of soft ashes, and realized
that he had fallen down somebody’s chimney.

“Lucky there wasn’t a fire,” said he, to himself, “or there would have
been toasted squirrel for supper.”

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On the Wings of the North Wind


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[Illustration: Chapter IV

_On the Wings of the North Wind_--]

When Mr. Bushy Tail scrambled out of the fire-place, he found himself
in a strange little underground room, from which low passage ways
branched out in every direction.

He ran down one of the passage ways, but finding no one, he came back
and tried another. At the end of this one, in a cosy little room, he
came unexpectedly upon an old acquaintance, Mrs. Mole, who was taking a
comfortable afternoon nap.

She awoke with such a start of surprise at seeing Mr. Bushy Tail, that
she nearly fell out of her rocking-chair.

“I did not hear you knock,” said she.

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“I did not knock, I dropped,” said he.

Then he told her of his accident, and apologized most politely, for
falling so unceremoniously down her chimney.

Mrs. Mole assured him that he was a welcome visitor at any time, and
only regretted that her chimney had tripped him up.

She was very sorry that her husband and sons were away on business,
but urged him strongly to stay to supper.

With many thanks Mr. Bushy Tail was obliged to decline her polite
invitation, but he assured her that, considering his hungry family, he
must hurry home with his bag of food as soon as possible, and begged
her to kindly show him the nearest way out of her maze-like house.

When, after following Mrs. Mole through a number of long, winding,
passages, Mr. Bushy Tail came at last to the surface of the ground, it
was snowing hard, and the dreaded North wind was blowing half a gale.

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He found himself outside the shelter of the woods, on a broad plain,
and he felt that his only safety lay in getting back among the trees.

He started off at full speed, and had gone some distance, when
suddenly the North wind struck him, and lifted him completely off his
four little paws.

There was no use in struggling, so he lay quite still, and was whirled
away, faster and faster. _Miles and miles was he blown_, until finally
he fell asleep from sheer exhaustion and fright.

When he awoke it was night, and still the wild wind was carrying him
far, far away.

His precious bag was still on his shoulder, for he had clung to it even
in his terror, but the string had become untied, and most of the food
had been blown away.

He ate a little of the corn, but he was too frightened to be hungry,
and very soon, numb and dazed with the cold, he fell asleep again.

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At the Top of the South Pole


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[Illustration: Chapter V

_At the Top of the South Pole_]

All the next day and night, the fierce North wind kept on blowing a
gale, but towards morning of the third day, it seemed to Mr. Bushy
Tail that he was going more slowly, and just as the sun rose, he was
suddenly dropped.

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What he rested on he could not tell, but in a few minutes, as it grew
lighter, he looked about him, and saw it was a very high wooden post.
Then he knew he was sitting on top of the South Pole, where the North
wind _has_ to stop blowing, or else it becomes a South wind.

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It was beautifully warm, and poor Bushy Tail stretched himself most
comfortably in the sunshine, and thawed out his half-frozen little paws.

He felt very much shaken-up and alone in the world, and, with tears in
his eyes, he thought of his little wife and hungry babies, and wondered
if he should ever get home to them.

In the first place, he could not see any possible way of getting
down from his lofty perch. The sides of the Pole were very smooth and
slippery, and the Pole itself was much too high for comfort or safety,
if you tried jumping off.

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While he was pondering ways and means of descent, he heard a high
squeaky voice say:

“Try the middle course.”

Peering over the edge of the Pole, Mr. Bushy Tail espied on the ground,
far below, a funny little creature, such as he had never seen before.
It was covered with long blue quills, and moved slowly, and with much
dignity.

“What is the middle course?” asked Mr. Bushy Tail, timidly.

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“Why the middle of the Pole, you goose!” replied the squeaky voice.

Mr. Bushy Tail thought this mode of address not strictly polite,
especially to a stranger, but he said nothing, and looked about him on
top of the Pole.

Sure enough, right in the middle was a little winding staircase, down
which he scrambled into darkness.




A Quilly Acquaintance


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[Illustration: Chapter VI

_A Quilly Acquaintance_]

The little staircase seemed very dark and pokey to Mr. Bushy Tail, and
he devoutly hoped that nothing would jump out and bite him.

After a number of windings, however, he saw a faint light below him,
and a few moments later, he stepped through a low doorway, and found
himself close beside his quilly acquaintance.

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“How do you do, and where did you drop from?” asked Squeaky Voice.

“I am sure I don’t know where I dropped from,” replied Mr. Bushy Tail,
“but I came a long distance, at a very high rate of speed.”

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“Have a few ants for luncheon?” inquired Mr. Quills.

“Have a few what?” asked the astonished Mr. Bushy Tail.

“Ants,” replied the Quilly One. “Red ants! White ants! Black ants!
Speckled ants!--just any kind of ants. They are all excellent, both as
food and appetizers.”

“No, thank you,” said Mr. Bushy Tail, in rather a disgusted voice. “I
do not care for ants. Do you eat nothing else?”

“Nothing!” answered the other proudly. “I am the world famous Quilly
Ant-Eater, of whom you have doubtless heard.”

Now Mr. Bushy Tail had never heard of this celebrated personage, but
he was too wise to say so. He only inquired where he could find a few
nuts, for he was half starved, and also the nearest way to the North.

The squeaky Mr. Quilly Ant-Eater led him to a charming wood, where nuts
grew in abundance, (as well as ants) for here at the South Pole it was
summer, and the flowers and trees were in full bloom.

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Mr. Bushy Tail’s winter coat felt much too warm, and as he could not
shed it until Spring came in the North, he concluded that he had better
travel home as speedily as possible, or he might melt away entirely.

Mr. Quills did not know the way North, but he directed Mr. Bushy Tail
to an intimate friend of his, Mr. Ring-Tailed Snorter, who was a great
traveller, and would undoubtedly be able to help him.

Mr. Bushy Tail felt rather timid about meeting a person with such a
fearsome name, but he felt that he _must_ hurry home to his perchance
starving family.

So, after thanking Mr. Quilly Ant-Eater for his kindness, he took his
courage in his paws, and started off to find Mr. Snorter.

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The Snortling of the Ring-Tailed Snorter


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[Illustration: Chapter VII

_The Snortling of the Ring-Tailed Snorter_]

After travelling for several miles, Mr. Bushy Tail entered a lovely
glade full of flowers and ferns.

He had heard, as he approached, a most peculiar noise, such as he
had never heard in his life. As he drew nearer, the sounds grew much
louder, and finally he saw the strangest looking object seated on a
tree trunk.

It had the body and legs of a kangaroo, and the head of a monkey. Its
tail was extremely long, with furry rings around it, and was tasseled
at the end; and to keep it out of the dust, it had been tied in a
bow-knot around the animal’s neck.

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The noise, which Mr. Bushy Tail had heard, proceeded from this person.

“Who are you?” he inquired, as Mr. Bushy Tail approached. “_I_ am the
celebrated Ring-Tailed Snorter, and you may now have the privilege of
hearing me snortle,” which he proceeded to do most vigorously.

Poor Mr. Bushy Tail was scared almost out of his wits, for never had
he heard such terrible sounds.

After a few minutes the Snorter stopped snortling, and said:

“Now, _what_ do you think of that?”

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“_Never_ have I heard anything to equal it,” replied the tactful Mr.
Bushy Tail, and he certainly never had.

“If you’ll stay with me, I’ll do it for you every day,” said Mr. Ring
Tail.

“Thank you kindly,” said Mr. Bushy Tail, “but much as I should enjoy
it, I must go home as soon as I can to my starving family.”

He then told Mr. Snorter what had befallen him, and of his great
desire to travel back to the North, in the speediest manner.

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“Come on!” said Mr. Ring Tail. “Just jump on my back, and I will take
you to a friend of mine, who can whisk you there in no time.”

“Hadn’t I better fill my bag first with these fine nuts?” asked Mr.
Bushy Tail.

“No, no, don’t bother about that; you’ll find nuts all the way home,”
answered the other. So on jumped Mr. Bushy Tail, and away they went.

“Hang on tight to my tail,” said the Snorter, as he leaped along.

Never had Mr. Bushy Tail travelled at such a peculiar gait. It was like
leap frog, only more so, and he felt as though he were on a ship at
sea. However, he held on tight, and hoped for the best.

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The Gentle South Wind


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[Illustration: Chapter VIII

_The Gentle South Wind_]

Towards evening, they reached the top of a high hill, where Mr.
Ring-Tailed Snorter stopped leaping, and gazed towards the South.

“Here comes my friend,” said he. “Good bye,” and without a “by your
leave,” or the chance of a “Thank you again,” the South wind had
caught up Mr. Bushy Tail and was whirling him rapidly Northwards.

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For nearly a week they travelled on, but much more pleasantly than with
the fierce North wind.

At times the wind would stop blowing, and Mr. Bushy Tail would be
gently dropped in some pretty wood or meadow, where he could find
plenty to eat and to drink.

He filled his bag to overflowing with the most delicious squirrel’s
food, and only regretted that the bag was not bigger.

At last one evening, the wind softly dropped him, and blew on alone.
Mr. Bushy Tail looked about him, and saw that he was in his own woods,
only a short distance from home.

How fast he scampered toward his house tree. He scarcely noticed that
since he had gone away Spring had come, and the first soft green shoots
were covering the trees. The grass was full of flowers, and the birds
were singing merrily.

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Quickly he ran up into his nest, and there they all were, the dear
wee family; Mrs. Bushy Tail, the children, and dear old Grandmother
Chipmunk.

How delighted they were to see him. Poor little Mrs. Bushy Tail
quite broke down and cried with joy, for she had never expected to see
her husband alive again.

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Mr. Chipmunk and Mr. Red Squirrel had come over, a few days after Mr.
Bushy Tail’s visit, to inquire if he had reached home safely, and to
bring great bags of provisions. When they heard that their friend was
still missing, they had looked very anxious and sad.

The snow storm, in which Mr. Bushy Tail was blown away, had turned
into such an awful blizzard, that every one thought he had been buried
in the deep snow and frozen.

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What a fine supper Mrs. Bushy Tail cooked from the wonderful bag, and
how much they all ate.

Mr. Bushy Tail was told what a good boy Frisky had been, and how the
baby had cut a new tooth, with which he had accidentally bitten Grandma
Chipmunk.

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Then, after the baby had been tucked away in his soft nest, they all
sat down close to the fire, while Mr. Bushy Tail, taking Frisky on
his knee, told them of all his wonderful adventures. Of Mr. Quilly
Ant-Eater and the Ring-Tailed Snorter; of that surprising slide down
Mrs. Mole’s chimney, and of the terrible North wind.

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And there we will leave them, a happy and contented little family.

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Transcriber’s Notes


Italicized text is surrounded by underscores: _italics_.

Small capitals are changed to all capitals, except where used for
emphasis, in which case the text is surrounded by tildes: ~small capitals~.

Illustrations have been moved so they do not break up the paragraphs.

Obvious typographical errors and punctuation errors have been corrected
after careful comparison with other occurrences within the text and
consultation of external sources. Except for those changes noted below,
all misspellings in the text, and inconsistent or archaic usage, have
been retained.

The following corrections have been applied to the text (before/after):

  (p. 11)
  ... Mr. and Mrs. Bushy-Tail ...
  ... Mr. and Mrs. Bushy Tail ...

  (p. 12)
  ... house-tree ...
  ... house tree ...

  (p. 13)
  ... Baby Bushy-Tail could ...
  ... Baby Bushy Tail could ...

  (p. 15)
  ... with, Mr. Bushy-Tail spoke:
  ... with, Mr. Bushy Tail spoke:

  (p. 15/16)
  ... do; said he, go ...
  ... do;” said he, “go ...

  (p. 16)
  ... my cousin Red-Squirrel’s or else ...
  ... my cousin Red Squirrel’s or else ...

  (p. 16)
  ... snow said his wife, or ...
  ... snow,” said his wife, “or ...

  (p. 18)
  Mr. Bushy-Tail comforted her ...
  Mr. Bushy Tail comforted her ...

  (p. 27)
  ... Chipmunk’s for the corn ...
  ... Chipmunks’ for the corn ...

  (p. 80)
  ... my starving family.
  ... my starving family.”