"And that," said Mr. Turtle, lighting his pipe once more, "was the first thunder and lightning, and whenever people saw it after that they said, "We"re going to have another storm!" For Father and Mother Storm Turtle went right on using the big torch and the sh.e.l.l of Old Man Turtle Himself to call in the children just before a rain, and the children would come running every time, all except Slop, Splash and Paddle, who got so at last that they liked the mud and dirty water better than anything else. They liked the mud so well that Father Storm told them one day they might go and live in the mud and be named Mud for all he cared; and so they did, and their names were Mud, and they and all their families live in dirty water and are called Mud Turtles to this day.
They never went home again, but whenever they hear Father Storm pounding on the sh.e.l.l, they stop whatever they are doing and listen. And that"s how the saying began that "a Mud Turtle never lets go till it thunders.""
"What makes the noise always get louder and the light brighter just before it rains?" asked Jack Rabbit.
"Why, you see," said Mr. Turtle, "Father and Mother Storm"s grandchildren and great-grandchildren are a good deal scattered now, and as the old people run the thunder and lightning mostly on their account, they try to make it just about bright enough and loud enough to keep up with the rain wherever it goes."
"It"s plenty loud enough," said Mr. "c.o.o.n solemnly.
"And plenty bright enough," said Mr. Crow, blinking.
"What makes it set things on fire sometimes?" asked Mr. "Possum sleepily.
"That"s when Mother Storm Turtle swings her torch too hard and coals fly out of it," said Mr. Turtle, as he got up and walked over to the window.
Then the Crow and the "c.o.o.n and the "Possum and Jack Rabbit got up, too, and walked over, and they all looked out together. It was dark among the trees below them, and Mr. Turtle pointed off toward the Big West Hills.
"You see," he said, speaking low, "Mother Storm is beginning to swing her torch, and you"ll hear Father Storm pounding before long on the sh.e.l.l of Old Man Turtle Himself."
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So the five friends stood very still and listened and pretty soon they did hear a low far off rumble, sure enough.
"That means it"s time to start for home," said Mr. Jack Rabbit, reaching for his hat and cane.
Mr. Turtle reached for his hat and cane, too, and they felt their way down the dim stairs, with Mr. "c.o.o.n holding a candle, and Mr. Crow and Mr. "Possum looking after them.
"Good night, everybody," said Mr. Turtle.
[Ill.u.s.tration: CALLED TO JACK RABBIT TO PUSH IN THE LATCH.]
"Push the latch string in from the outside," called Mr. Crow. "Then, I won"t have to come down."
"All right!
Good night!"
called back Jack Rabbit.
"Good night! Come again!" called the Crow and the "c.o.o.n and the "Possum.
A RAIN IN THE NIGHT
A WINDOW THAT WASN"T CLOSED, AND WHO CLOSED IT
The night was warm in the Hollow Tree. Jack Rabbit and Mr. Turtle, who had been spending the evening with the "c.o.o.n and "Possum and the Old Black Crow, had hurried off to their homes, so as to get there before the rain set in.
They had all stood by an open parlor window and seen it coming over the Big West Hills, and the visitors knew they"d catch it if they didn"t hurry. Mr. Crow and the others had watched them down stairs, and called to Jack Rabbit to push in the latch string, which would fasten the door from the outside. Then Mr. "Possum had taken his candle, and Mr. "c.o.o.n had taken his candle, and Mr. Crow had taken his candle, and each had gone up to his own room and scrambled into bed quick, so"s to be able to cover up his head when it thundered.
Well, they hadn"t any more than all gone to bed before Mr. Crow suddenly happened to remember that, being in such a hurry, none of them had thought to close the parlor window, and it would rain in as sure as the world. There was a little table close to the window, with some of his best things on it, too, and if it rained in they would all get wet and be spoiled. He thought about this twice, and maybe more than twice, and the more he thought about it the less he wanted to get up and close that window. Then, all at once, there came a flash of lightning and low growling thunder. Down he bobbed under the covers, and this made him want to get up less than ever. He knew, though, that it would be raining hard pretty soon, and spoiling his things. He had to do something right off.
So, after thinking a minute, he sat up in bed and called out:
"Oh, Mr. "c.o.o.n! You forgot to close the parlor window. It will rain in on your things."
But Mr. "c.o.o.n called back:
"It won"t hurt MY things, Mr. Crow. They"re over on the other side of the room."
And Mr. "Possum, who was sitting up in bed, too, listened and laughed in the dark.
But just then there was another flash of lightning, and Mr. Crow bobbed down, and Mr. "c.o.o.n bobbed down, and Mr. "Possum bobbed down, so"s not to hear the thunder. Then, pretty soon, Mr. Crow sat up in bed again and called out:
"Oh, Mr. "Possum! You forgot to close the parlor window. It will rain in on your things."
But Mr. "Possum called back:
"It won"t hurt MY things, Mr. Crow. They"re all over by the stairs."
And Mr. "c.o.o.n, who was sitting up in bed, listened and laughed in the dark, too.
Then for a minute Mr. Crow didn"t know but that he"d have to go down and shut that window himself, after all. And while he was thinking how much he didn"t want to, there came another flash of lightning, brighter than ever, and Mr. Crow and Mr. "c.o.o.n and Mr. "Possum all bobbed down again and covered up their heads, so"s not to hear the thunder. But Mr. Crow heard it a little, anyway, and it set him to thinking. So when he sat up again he called out:
"Oh, Mr. "c.o.o.n, did Jack Rabbit push in the latch string down stairs?"
And Mr. "c.o.o.n called back:
"I s"pose so, Mr. Crow. You told him to. Why?"
"Oh, nothing, only he left in a great hurry, and I thought maybe he didn"t get it quite in."
And Mr. "Possum listened again, but this time he didn"t laugh.
Then Mr. Crow called out to him, too:
"Oh, Mr. "Possum, did Mr. Rabbit push in the latch string when he left?"
And Mr. "Possum called back:
"I don"t know, Mr. Crow. But you told him to. Why?"
"Oh, nothing; only I heard something just now that sounded like Mr. Dog barking and coming this way."
And Mr. "c.o.o.n listened again, too, but he didn"t laugh any this time, either.
And just then there was another flash of lightning, a good deal brighter than any of the other flashes, and down went Mr. Crow again, and down went Mr. "c.o.o.n again, and down went Mr. "Possum again, so"s not to hear it thunder. But they did hear it, even under the bedclothes, and being covered up that way, and thinking about Mr. Dog anyhow, made it sound to them exactly like Mr. Dog"s voice barking and growling, and coming closer and closer and closer.