Uncle Wiggilys Travels | Page 3

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