The Adventures of Mr. Mocker.
by Thornton W. Burgess.
I
THE LONE TRAVELER
When Mistress Spring starts from way down South to bring joy and gladness to the Green Meadows and the Green Forest, the Laughing Brook and the Smiling Pool, a great many travelers start with her or follow her. Winsome Bluebird goes just a little way ahead of her, for Winsome is the herald of Mistress Spring. Then comes Honker the Goose, and all the world hearing his voice from way, way, up in the blue, blue sky knows that truly Mistress Spring is on her way. And with her come Little Friend the Song Sparrow, and Cheerful Robin and Mr. and Mrs. Redwing. Then follow other travelers, ever so many of them, all eager to get back to the beautiful Green Forest and Green Meadows.
Now there are a few feathered folk who think the far away South is quite good enough for them to live there all the year round. Ol" Mistah Buzzard used to think that way. Indeed, he used to think that there was no place like the dear "Ol" Souf," and it wasn"t until he went looking for his old friend, Unc" Billy Possum, who had come up to live in the Green Forest, that he found out how nice it is where the Laughing Brook dances down through the Green Forest to the Smiling Pool and then through the Green Meadows to the Big River. Now, when he is sure that there is no danger that he will have cold feet or that he will catch cold in his bald head, he likes to come up to spend the summer near Unc" Billy Possum.
Of course Ol" Mistah Buzzard has wonderful stories to tell when he goes back South in the fall, and all winter long he warms his toes on the chimney tops while he tells his friends about the wonderful things he has seen in his travels. Now there is a certain friend of his, and of Unc"
Billy Possum, who had listened to these stories for a long time without seeming in the least interested. But he was. Yes, Sir, he was. He was so much interested that he began to wish he could see for himself all these things Ol" Mistah Buzzard was telling about. But he didn"t say a word, not a word. He just listened and listened and then went on about his business.
But when all the other little people in feathers had flown to that far away country Ol" Mistah Buzzard had told about, even Ol" Mistah Buzzard himself, then did this friend of his, and of Unc" Billy Possum, make up his mind that he would go too. He didn"t say anything about it to any one, but he just started off by himself. Now of course he didn"t know the way, never having been that way before, but he kept on going and going, keeping out of sight as much as he could, and asking no questions. Sometimes he wondered if he would know the Green Forest when he reached it, and then he would remember how Ol" Mistah Buzzard dearly loves to fly round and round high up in the blue, blue sky.
"All Ah done got to do is to keep on going till Ah see Brer Buzzard,"
thought he. So he traveled and traveled without speaking to any one, and always looking up in the blue, blue sky. Then one day he saw a black speck high up in the blue, blue sky, and it went round and round and round and round. Finally it dropped down, down, down until it disappeared among the trees.
"It"s Brer Buzzard and that must be the Green Forest where Unc" Billy Possum lives," thought the lone traveler, and chuckled. "Ah reckon Ah"ll give Unc" Billy a surprise. Yes, Sah, Ah reckon so."
And all the time Unc" Billy Possum and Ol" Mistah Buzzard knew nothing at all about the coming of their old friend and neighbor, but thought him far, far away down in Ol" Virginny where they had left him.
II
UNC" BILLY POSSUM GROWS EXCITED
Unc" Billy Possum sat at the foot of the great hollow tree in which his home is. Unc" Billy felt very fine that morning. He had had a good breakfast, and you know a good breakfast is one of the best things in the world to make one feel fine. Then Unc" Billy"s worries were at an end, for Farmer Brown"s boy no longer hunted with his dreadful gun through the Green forest or on the Green Meadows. Then, too, old Granny Fox and Reddy Fox had moved way, way off to the Old Pasture on the edge of the mountain, and so Unc" Billy felt that his eight little Possums could play about without danger.
So he sat with his back to the great hollow tree, wondering if it wouldn"t be perfectly safe for him to slip up to Farmer Brown"s hen-house in the dark of the next night for some fresh eggs. He could hear old Mrs. Possum cleaning house and scolding the little Possums who kept climbing up on her back. As he listened, Unc" Billy grinned and began to sing in a queer cracked voice:
"Mah ol" woman am a plain ol" dame-- "Deed she am! "Deed she am!
Quick with her broom, with her tongue the same-- "Deed she am! "Deed she am!
But she keeps mah house all spick and span; She has good vittles fo" her ol" man; She spanks the chillun, but she loves "em, too; She sho" am sharp, but she"s good and true-- "Deed she am! "Deed she am!"
"You"all better stop lazing and hustle about fo" something fo" dinner,"
said old Mrs. Possum, sticking her sharp little face out of the doorway.
"Yas"m, yas"m, Ah was just aiming to do that very thing," replied Unc"
Billy meekly, as he scrambled to his feet.
Just then out tumbled his eight children, making such a racket that Unc"
Billy clapped both hands over his ears. "Mah goodness gracious sakes alive!" he exclaimed. One pulled Unc" Billy"s tail. Two scrambled up on his back. In two minutes Unc" Billy was down on the ground, rolling and tumbling in the maddest kind of a frolic with his eight children.
Right in the midst of it Unc" Billy sprang to his feet. His eyes were shining, and his funny little ears were p.r.i.c.ked up. "Hush, yo"alls!" he commanded. "How do yo"alls think Ah can hear anything with yo"alls making such a racket?" He boxed the ears of one and shook another, and then, when all were still, he stood with his right hand behind his right ear, listening and listening.
"Ah cert"nly thought Ah heard the voice of an ol" friend from way down Souf! Ah cert"nly did!" he muttered, and without another word he started off into the Green Forest, more excited than he had been since his family came up from "Ol" Virginny."
III
UNC" BILLY"S VAIN SEARCH
Unc" Billy Possum was excited. Any one would have known it just to look at him. He hurried off up the Lone Little Path through the Green Forest without even saying good-by to old Mrs. Possum and all the little Possums.
They just stared after Unc" Billy and didn"t know what to make of it, for such a thing as Unc" Billy forgetting to say good-by had never happened before. Yes, indeed, Unc" Billy certainly was excited.
Old Mrs. Possum sat in the doorway of their home in the great hollow tree and watched Unc" Billy out of sight. Her sharp little eyes seemed to grow sharper as she watched. "Ah done sent that no-account Possum to hunt fo"
something fo" dinner, but "pears to me he"s plumb forgot it already," she muttered. "Just look at him with his head up in the air like he thought dinner fo" we uns would drap right down to him out o" the sky! If he"s aiming to find a bird"s nest with eggs in it this time o" year, he sho"ly am plumb foolish in his haid. No, Sah! That onery Possum has clean fo"gotten what Ah just done tole him, and if we uns am going to have any dinner, Ah cert"nly have got to flax "round right smart spry mahself!"
Old Mrs. Possum chased the eight little Possums into the house and warned them not to so much as put their heads outside the door while she was gone.
Then she started out to hunt for their dinner, still muttering as she went.
Old Mrs. Possum was quite right. Unc" Billy had forgotten all about that dinner. You see he had something else on his mind. While he had been playing with his children, he had thought that he heard a voice way off in the distance, and it had sounded very, very much like the voice of an old friend from way down South in "Ol" Virginny." He had listened and listened but didn"t hear it again, and yet he was sure he had heard it that once.
The very thought that that old friend of his might be somewhere in the Green Forest excited Unc" Billy so that it fairly made him homesick. He just _had_ to go look for him.
So all the rest of that day Unc" Billy Possum walked and walked through the Green Forest, peering up in the tree-tops and looking into the bushes until his neck ached. But nowhere did he catch a glimpse of his old friend. The longer he looked, the more excited he grew.
"What"s the matter with you?" asked Jimmy Skunk, meeting Unc" Billy on the Crooked Little Path near the top of the hill.
"Nuffin, nuffin, Sah! Ah"m just walking fo" mah health," replied Unc" Billy over his shoulder, as he hurried on. You see he didn"t like to tell any one what he thought he had heard, for fear that it might not be true, and then they would laugh at him.
"Didn"t suppose Unc" Billy ever worried about his health," muttered Jimmy Skunk with a puzzled look, as he watched Unc" Billy disappear.
Just as jolly, round, red Mr. Sun dropped out of sight behind the Purple Hills, Unc" Billy gave it up and turned toward home. His neck ached from looking up in the tree-tops, and his feet were sore from walking. And just then Unc" Billy for the first time thought of that dinner that old Mrs.
Possum had sent him to get. Unc" Billy sat down and mopped his brow in dismay.
"Ah "specks Ah"m in fo" it this time, sho" enough!" he said.
IV
UNC" BILLY COMES HOME
Unc" Billy Possum crept along in the darkest shadows he could find as he drew near to the great hollow tree which is his home.
"Ah "specks Ah"m in fo" it. Ah "specks Ah sho"ly am in fo" it this time,"
he kept muttering.