So Jimmieboy staid close by Bludgeonhead"s side and was very much entertained by all that went on around him. He saw the most wonderful birds imaginable, and great b.u.mble-bees buzzed about in the flowers gathering honey by the quart. Once a great jack-rabbit, three times as large as he was, came rushing out of the woods toward him, and Jimmieboy on stooping to pick up a stone to throw at Mr. Bunny to frighten him away, found that all the stones in that enchanted valley were precious.
He couldn"t help laughing outright when he discovered that the stone he had thrown at the rabbit was a huge diamond as big as his fist, and that even had he stopped to choose a less expensive missile he would have had to confine his choice to pearls, rubies, emeralds, and other gems of the rarest sort. And then he noticed that what he thought was a rock upon which he and Bludgeonhead were sitting was a ma.s.sive nugget of pure yellow gold. This lead him on to inspect the trees about him and then he discovered a most absurd thing. Fortyforefoot"s extravagance had prompted him to make all his pine trees of the most beautifully polished and richly inlaid mahogany; every one of the weeping willows was made of solid oak, ornamented and carved until the eye wearied of its beauty, and as for the birds in the trees, their nests were made not of stray wisps of straw and hay stolen from the barns and fields, but of the softest silk, rich in color and lined throughout with eiderdown, the mere sight of which could hardly help being restful to a tired bird--or boy either, for that matter, Jimmieboy thought.
"Did he make all this out of sand? All these jewels and magnificent carvings?" he asked.
"Yes," said Bludgeonhead. "Simply took up a handful of sand and tossed it up in the air and whatever he commanded it to be it became. But the most wonderful thing in this place is his spring. He made what you might call a "Wish Dipper" out of an old tin cup. Then he dug a hole and filled it with sand which he commanded to become liquid, and, when the sand heard him say that, it turned to liquid, but the singular thing about it is that as Fortyforefoot didn"t say what kind of liquid it should be, it became any kind. So now if any one is thirsty and wants a gla.s.s of cider all he has to do is to dip the wish dipper into the spring and up comes cider. If he wants lemonade up comes lemonade. If he wants milk up comes milk. It"s simply great."
As Bludgeonhead spoke these words Jimmieboy was startled to hear something very much like an approaching footstep far down the road.
"Did you hear that?" he asked, seizing Bludgeonhead by the hand.
"Yes, I did," replied Bludgeonhead, in a whisper. "It sounded to me like Fortyforefoot"s step, too."
"I"d better hide, hadn"t I?" said Jimmieboy.
"Yes," said Bludgeonhead. "Come here and be quick about it. Climb inside my coat and snuggle down out of sight in my pocket. We musn"t let him see you yet awhile."
Jimmieboy did as he was commanded, and found the pocket a very comfortable place, only it was a little stuffy.
"It"s pretty hot in here," he whispered.
"Well, look up on the left hand corner of the outer side of the pocket and you"ll find two flaps that are b.u.t.toned up," replied Bludgeonhead, softly. "Unb.u.t.ton them. One will let in all the air you want, and the other will enable you to peep out and see Fortyforefoot without his seeing you."
In a minute the b.u.t.tons were found and the flaps opened. Everything happened as Bludgeonhead said it would, and in a minute Jimmieboy, peering out through the hole in the cloak, saw Fortyforefoot approaching.
The owner of the beautiful valley seemed very angry when he caught sight of Bludgeonhead sitting on his property, and hastening up to him, he cried:
"What business have you here in the Valley of Fortyforefoot?"
Jimmieboy shrank back into one corner of the pocket, a little overcome with fear. Fortyforefoot was larger and more terrible than he thought.
"I am not good at riddles," said Bludgeonhead, calmly. "That is at riddles of that sort. If you had asked me the difference between a duck and a garden rake I should have told you that a duck has no teeth and can eat, while a rake has plenty of teeth and can"t eat. But when you ask me what business I have here I am forced to say that I can"t say."
"You are a very bright sort of a giant," sneered Fortyforefoot.
"Yes," replied Bludgeonhead. "The fact is I can"t help being bright. My mother polishes me every morning with a damp chamois."
"Do you know to whom you are speaking?" asked Fortyforefoot, threateningly.
"No; not having been introduced to you, I can"t say I know you,"
returned Bludgeonhead. "But I think I can guess. You are Anklehigh, the Dwarf."
At this Fortyforefoot turned purple with rage.
"Anklehigh the Dwarf?" he roared. "I"ll right quickly teach thee a lesson thou rash fellow."
Fortyforefoot strode up close to Bludgeonhead, whose size he could not have guessed because Bludgeonhead had been sitting down all this time and was pretty well covered over by his cloak.
[Ill.u.s.tration: BLUDGEONHEAD SHOWS JIMMIEBOY TO FORTYFOREFOOT. PAGE 174.]
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"I"ll take thee by thine ear and toss thee to the moon," he cried, reaching out his hand to make good his word.
"Nonsense, Anklehigh," returned Bludgeonhead, calmly. "Don"t be foolish.
No dwarf can fight with a giant of my size."
"But I am not the dwarf Anklehigh," shrieked Fortyforefoot. "I am Fortyforefoot."
"And I am Bludgeonhead," returned the other, rising and towering way above the owner of the valley.
"Mercy sakes!" cried Fortyforefoot, falling on his knees in abject terror. "He"d make six of me! Pardon, O, Bludgeonhead. I did not know you when I was so hasty as to offer to throw you to the moon. I thought you were--er--that you were--er----"
"More easily thrown," suggested Bludgeonhead.
"Yes--yes--that was it," stammered Fortyforefoot. "And now, to show that you have forgiven me, I want you to come to my castle and have dinner with me."
"I"ll be very glad to," replied Bludgeonhead. "What are you going to have for dinner?"
"Anything you wish," said Fortyforefoot. "I was going to have a very plain dinner to-night because for to-morrow"s dinner I have invited my brother Fortythreefoot and his wife Fortytwoinch to have a little special dish I have been so fortunate as to secure."
"Ah?" said Bludgeonhead. "And what is that dish, pray?"
"Oh, only a sniveling creature I caught in one of my traps this afternoon. He was a soldier, and he wasn"t very brave about being caught, but I judge from looking at him that he will make good eating,"
said Fortyforefoot. "I couldn"t gather from him who he was. He had on a military uniform, but he behaved less like a warrior than ever I supposed a man could. It seems from his story that he was engaged upon some secret mission, and on his way back to his army, he stumbled over and into one of my game traps where I found him. He begged me to let him go, but that was out of the question. I haven"t had a soldier to eat for four years, so I took him to the castle, had him locked up in the ice-box, and to-morrow we shall eat him."
"Did he tell you his name?" asked Bludgeonhead, thoughtfully.
"He tried to but didn"t succeed. He told me so many names that I didn"t believe he really owned any of them," said Fortyforefoot. "All I could really learn about him was that he was as brave as a lion, and that if I would spare him he would write me a poem a mile long every day of my life."
"Very attractive offer, that," said Bludgeonhead, with a smile.
"Yes; but I couldn"t do it. I wouldn"t miss eating him for anything,"
replied Fortyforefoot, smacking his lips, hungrily. "I"d give anything anybody"d ask, too, if I could find another as good."
"Would you, honestly?" asked Bludgeonhead. "Well, now, I thought you would, and that is really what I have come here for. I have in my pocket here a real live general that I have captured. Now between you and me, I don"t eat generals. I don"t care for them--they fight so. I prefer preserved cherries and pickled peaches and--er--strawberry jam and powdered sugar and almonds, and other things like that, you know, and it occurred to me that if I let you have the general you would supply me with what I needed of the others."
"You have come to the right place, Bludgeonhead," said Fortyforefoot, eagerly. "I"ll give you a million cans of jam, all the pickled peaches and other things you can carry if this general you speak about is a fine specimen."
"Well, here he is," said Bludgeonhead, hauling Jimmieboy out of his pocket--whispering to Jimmieboy at the same time not to be afraid because he wouldn"t let anything happen to him, and so of course Jimmieboy felt perfectly safe, though a little excited.
"Beautiful!" cried Fortyforefoot. "Superb! Got any more?"
"No," answered Bludgeonhead, putting Jimmieboy back into his pocket again. "If I ever do find another, though, you shall have him."
This of course put Fortyforefoot in a tremendously good humor, and before an hour had pa.s.sed he had not only transformed pebbles and twigs and leaves of trees and other small things into the provisions that the tin soldiers needed, but he had also furnished horses and wagons enough to carry them back to headquarters, and then Fortyforefoot accompanied by Bludgeonhead entered the castle, where the proprietor demanded that Jimmieboy should be given up to him.
Bludgeonhead handed him over at once, and ten minutes later Jimmieboy found himself locked up in the pantry.
Hardly had he time to think over the strange events of the afternoon when he heard a noise in the ice-box over in one corner of the pantry, and on going there to see what was the cause of it he heard a familiar voice repeating over and over again these mournful lines: