Adventures in the Land of Canaan | Page 6

and with a precise aim, throw a piece of gold at
the pupils of his wicked eyes. Thus he will be totally blinded by the
gold he has wrongfully helped to keep. A most fit and proper
punishment."
"Your plans are well and thoughtfully worked out," said the Owl,
blinking his eyes.
"To business, then," remarked the Rabbit; and the two having first
procured the gum took their way to the sentry-box; the Rabbit strolling
thither on his hind-legs to avoid any appearance of alarm or haste, the
Owl hopping by his side with a certain grave and sleepy dignity.
Arrived at the sentry-box, the Owl placed himself behind it, whilst the
Rabbit, concealing the bottle of gum under his drum, went to the front
and bid the Sentry "good-day."
"Good-day," said the Sentry. "What are you grinning at?" For the
Rabbit was smiling from ear to ear.
"Nothing of much consequence," he replied. "Merely a most comical
little dream that the Owl--who happens for a wonder to be awake--has

been telling me. It made me die of laughter."
"Pass it on," said the Sentry.
"I shouldn't think of doing that," replied the Rabbit. "I don't approve of
telling people's own particular little stories; they prefer the fun of
relating them themselves. Look here, you go round for a moment or
two and get him to let you hear it before he drops asleep again. It is an
occasion to seize, for he is hardly ever awake when other people are,
and he tells a story better than anyone else I know."
"Well, I rather think I will," answered the Sentry. "I'm very fond of a
good story. You take my place whilst I'm away, there's a good fellow.
Here, put down your drum and take my bayonet."
"Very good," answered the Rabbit, and the Sentry hurried off.
The moment he had turned the corner the Rabbit set to work and spread
gum all over the floor of the sentry-box. Then, standing outside, he
took up the bayonet and mounted guard, first carefully hiding the
tell-tale bottle behind a box of bricks. By and by the Sentry returned.
"Well, it was not a very good story after all," he said rudely. "Thank
you for nothing. Why aren't you in the sentry-box? I am inclined to
bayonet you for breaking your word."
"I should not have been able to move about sufficiently," the Rabbit
answered. "I should have suffered from cramp."
"Stuff and nonsense!" the Sentry replied. "I stand in it for hours at a
time."
"But not without moving?" asked the Rabbit, with an air of disbelief.
"Without stirring an eighth of an inch," the Sentry said.
"I don't believe it," replied the Rabbit. "I challenge you to keep
perfectly still for any length of time. I bet you a gold piece you won't
stand motionless whilst I run home and back again."

"Done!" said the Sentry, and straightway stepped into his box.
"This sentry-box gets slimy and dirty," he said, without the least idea of
what the Rabbit had done. "It is quite sticky with dirt. It wouldn't be a
bad thing if you were to clean it out for me some day."
"I'll see," answered the other carelessly, fearing to be either too polite
or too rude lest he should arouse any suspicions in the Sentry's mind. "I
don't generally care to do other people's dirty work, but I may do that
some day when I am not busy. You serve your country, so you deserve
a little help."
"If you don't do it willingly, you shall do it unwillingly," he blustered.
"If I serve my country, you must serve me."
"There's plenty of time to think it over," answered the Rabbit. "In the
meanwhile, you can't stir even to have it cleaned or you lose your bet.
I'm off. But wait, I must call the Owl to be a witness that you keep
strictly to the terms we have agreed upon."
Then, having called the Owl and stated the terms of the bet, the Rabbit
went home.
Here he awaited the arrival of the Mouse, who presently returned, full
of pretended sympathy for the dulness of the Sentry's life.
"He told me to-day," said the little rascal, "that the dulness of his life
was killing him. It struck me that it would be really an act of charity on
our part to give him a little performance, and let him fully understand
we expect no money for it. I hinted at something of the sort to him, and
the poor fellow's face lighted up in a way that was quite touching.
Suppose we go his way now as we have a little spare time."
"I'm quite willing to," replied the Rabbit. "But I've just come from him,
and he