George stopped his wheelbarrow.
"Is that right?" said the farmer.
"Why, I was not going to hurt him," said George.
"You _did_ hurt him--you frightened him."
"Is frightening him hurting him, father?"
"Why, yes, it is giving him _pain_, and a very unpleasant kind of pain too."
"I did not think of that," said George.
"Besides," said his father, "when you treat boys in that harsh, rough way, you make them your enemies; and it is a very bad plan to make enemies."
"Enemies, father!" said George, laughing; "Tom could not do me any harm, if he was my enemy."
"That makes me think of the story of the bear and the tomt.i.t," said the farmer; "and, if you and Rollo will jump up in the cart, I will tell it to you."
Thus far, while they had been talking, the boys had walked along by the side of the road, keeping up with the farmer as he drove along in the cart. But now they jumped in, and sat down with the farmer on his seat, which was a board laid across from one side of the cart to the other. As soon as they were seated, the farmer began.
The Farmer"s Story.
"The story I was going to tell you, boys, is an old fable about making enemies. It is called "The Bear and the Tomt.i.t." "
"What is a tomt.i.t?" said Rollo.
"It is a kind of a bird, a very little bird; but he sings pleasantly.
Well, one pleasant summer"s day, a wolf and a bear were taking a walk together in a lonely wood. They heard something singing.
" "Brother," said the bear, "that is good singing: what sort of a bird do you think that may be?"
" "That"s a tomt.i.t," said the wolf.
" "I should like to see his nest," said the bear; "where do you think it is?"
" "If we wait a little time, till his mate comes home, we shall see," said the wolf.
"The bear and the wolf walked backward and forward some time, till his mate came home with some food in her mouth for her children. The wolf and the bear watched her. She went to the tree where the bird was singing, and they together flew to a little grove just by, and went to their nest.
" "Now," said the bear, "let us go and see."
" "No," said the wolf, "we must wait till the old birds have gone away again."
"So they noticed the place, and walked away.
"They did not stay long, for the bear was very impatient to see the nest.
They returned, and the bear scrambled up the tree, expecting to amuse himself finely by frightening the young tomt.i.ts.
" "Take care," said the wolf; "you had better be careful. The tomt.i.ts are little; but little enemies are sometimes very troublesome."
" "Who is afraid of a tomt.i.t?" said the bear.
"So saying, he poked his great black nose into the nest.
" "Who is here?" said he; "what are you?"
"The poor birds screamed out with terror. "Go away! Go away!" said they.
" "What do you mean by making such a noise," said he, "and talking so to me? I will teach you better." So he put his great paw on the nest, and crowded it down until the poor little birds were almost stifled. Presently he left them, and went away.
"The young tomt.i.ts were terribly frightened, and some of them were hurt.
As soon as the bear was gone, their fright gave way to anger; and, soon after, the old birds came home, and were very indignant too. They used to see the bear, occasionally, prowling about the woods, but did not know what they could do to bring him to punishment.
"Now, there was a famous glen, surrounded by high rocks, where the bear used to go and sleep, because it was a wild, solitary place. The tomt.i.ts often saw him there. One day, the bear was prowling around, and he saw, at a great distance, two huntsmen, with guns, coming towards the wood. He fled to his glen in dismay, though he thought he should be safe there.
"The tomt.i.ts were flying about there, and presently they saw the huntsmen.
"Now," said one of them to the other, "is the time to get rid of the tyrant; you go and see if he is in his glen, and then come back to where you hear me singing."
"So he flew about from tree to tree, keeping in sight of the huntsmen, and singing all the time; while the other went and found that the bear was in his glen, crouched down in terror behind a rock.
"The tomt.i.ts then began to flutter around the huntsmen, and fly a little way towards the glen, and then back again. This attracted the notice of the men, and they followed them to see what could be the matter.
"By and by, the bear saw the terrible huntsmen coming, led on by his little enemies, the tomt.i.ts. He sprang forward, and ran from one side of the glen to the other; but he could not escape. They shot him with two bullets through his head.
"The wolf happened to be near by, at that time, upon the rocks that were around the glen; and, hearing all this noise, he came and peeped over. As soon as he saw how the case stood, he thought it would be most prudent for him to walk away; which he did, saying, as he went.
" "Well, the bear has found out that it is better to have a person a friend than an enemy, whether he is great or small." "
Here the farmer paused--he had ended the story.
"And what did they do with the bear?" said Rollo.
"O, they took off his skin to make caps of, and nailed his claws up on the barn."
GEORGIE.