Six Little Bunkers at Grandpa Fords | Page 2

Mun Bun! Don't fall in!" cried his father, who, having
caught up a long-handled net, was now running down a little hill to the
pier. "Be careful!" he repeated.
"I will," answered the little boy, shaking his golden hair out of his blue
eyes, as he tried to get a better view of what he had caught. "Oh, but
he's a big one, and he winks his claws at me!"
"Well, as long as the crab doesn't pinch you you'll be all right," said
Daddy Bunker.
There! I meant to tell you before that Mun Bun was catching crabs, and
not fish, as you might have supposed at first. He had a long string, with
a piece of meat on the end, and he had been dangling this in the water
of Clam River, from Cousin Tom's boat pier.
Then a big crab had come along and, catching hold of the chunk of
meat in one claw, had tried to swim away with it to eat it in some hole

on the bottom of the inlet.
But the string, to which the meat was tied, did not let him. Mun Bun
held on to the string and as he slowly pulled it up he caught sight of the
crab. As the little fellow had said, it was a big one, and one of the claws
was "winkin'" at him. By that Mun Bun meant the crab was opening
and closing his claw as one opens and closes an eye.
"Hold him under water, Mun Bun, or he'll let go and drop off," called
Daddy Bunker.
"I will," answered the golden-haired boy, and he leaned still farther
over the edge of the pier to make sure the crab was still holding to the
piece of meat.
"Be careful, Mun Bun!" shouted his father. "Be careful! Oh, there you
go!"
And there Mun Bun did go! Right off the pier he fell with a big splash
into Clam River. Under the water he went, but he soon came up again,
and, having held his breath, as his father had taught him to do
whenever his head went under water, Mun Bun, after a gasp or two,
was able to cry:
"Oh, Daddy, Daddy, don't let him get me! Don't let the crab pinch me!"
Daddy Bunker did not answer for a moment. He was too busy to talk,
for he dropped the long-handled crab net, ran down to the pier and,
jumping off himself, grabbed Mun Bun.
Luckily the water was not deep--hardly over Mun Bun's head--and his
father soon lifted the little fellow up out of danger.
"There!" cried Daddy Bunker, laughing to show Mun Bun that there
was no more danger. "Now the crab can't get you!"
Mun Bun looked around to make sure, and then, seeing that he was
sitting on the pier, where his father had placed him, he looked around

again.
"Did you--did you get the crab?" he asked, his voice was a little choky.
"No, indeed I didn't!" laughed Mr. Bunker. "I was only trying to get
you. I told you to be careful and not lean too far over."
"Well, I--I wanted to see my crab!"
"And the crab came near getting you. Well, it can't be helped now. You
are soaking wet. I'll take you up to the bungalow and your mother can
put dry clothes on you. Come along."
"But I want to get my crab, Daddy!"
"Oh, he's gone, Mun Bun. No crab would stay near the pier after all the
splashing I made when I jumped in to get you out."
"Maybe he's on my string yet," insisted the little fellow. "I tied my
string to the pier. Please, Daddy, pull it up and see if it has a crab on it."
"Well, I will," said Mun Bun's father, as he jumped up on the pier from
the water, after having lifted out his little boy. "I'll pull up the string,
but I'm sure the crab has swum back into the ocean."
Both Mun Bun and his father were soaking wet, but as it was a hot day
in October they did not mind. Mr. Bunker slowly pulled on the string,
the end of which, as Mun Bun had said, was tied to a post on the pier.
Slowly Mr. Bunker pulled in, not to scare away the crab, if there was
one, and a moment later he cried:
"Oh, there is a big one, Mun Bun! It didn't go away with all the
splashing! Run and get me the net and I'll catch it for you!"
Mun Bun ran up on shore and came back with the long-handled net Mr.
Bunker had dropped. Then, holding the string, with the chunk of meat
on it, in one hand, the meat being just under