Well! Cuffy danced a jig on the top of the big boulder. And the little bear down below danced a jig, too. And Cuffy waved his paw again at the little bear in the water. And once more the little bear in the water waved a paw at _him_. It was great sport. And then Cuffy happened to look up.
To his great surprise, there stood a little bear on the other bank of the brook, right opposite. Cuffy was astonished. The other little bear and the little bear in the brook looked as much alike as two peas.
Cuffy had never known that he could see a picture of himself by looking anywhere except into water. It was very strange, he thought. He waved a paw. And the little bear on the other bank waved _his_ paw. Cuffy kicked up one of his hind legs. And the other little bear kicked up, too.
Cuffy was puzzled. Was it really himself he was looking at? He nodded his head. And the other little bear nodded _his_ head.
Then Cuffy tried something else. He stared very hard at the little bear opposite him, and called "h.e.l.lo!"
"h.e.l.lo, yerself!" the other little bear said. And then Cuffy knew that it was a real, live boy-bear over there, and not just a reflection of himself. Cuffy was so delighted that he jumped down off the boulder and splashed through the brook, he was in such a hurry to get over there where the strange bear stood.
"What"s yer name?" the strange bear asked.
Cuffy told him. And he learned that the strange bear"s name was Peter, and that he lived around on the other side of Blue Mountain, as many as ten miles away.
"Aw--call me _Pete_," the new bear said, as Cuffy began to talk to him.
"They all calls me Pete." He stuffed his front paws into the pockets of his ragged trousers. "Say, Cuff--what was yer doin" up on that rock?"
"Playing!" Cuffy told him.
Pete gave a grunt. "That"s no way ter play," he said. "I"ll show yer how ter have fun. Watch me!" He led the way to the bank. And sitting down, he slid and rolled all the way down the steep slope and landed _plump!_ in the deep pool.
Now, Cuffy was not going to have Pete think that he couldn"t do that, too. Although he was wearing his best trousers that day (for his mother was mending his every-day pair), Cuffy sat down on the top of the bank.
And in another moment he had slid and slipped down the bank and landed _ker-splash!_ in the water.
XX
LEARNING TO BOX
For some time Cuffy Bear and his new friend Pete, as he preferred to be called, continued to slide down the bank of the brook into the water.
They became plastered with mud from head to foot. And Cuffy"s best trousers had two big holes in them. But Cuffy was having a splendid time.
"Let"s box, Cuff!" Pete exclaimed, after a while.
"What"s that?" Cuffy asked. He liked to be called "Cuff." n.o.body had ever called him by that name before. He felt quite grown up.
"I"ll show yer," Pete said. "Stand up in front of me."
Cuffy stood up on his hind legs.
"Now, hold up yer paws--so."
And Cuffy did as he was told.
"Now hit me!" Pete ordered.
And Cuffy struck out at his new friend. But to his surprise he didn"t succeed in touching Pete at all. Instead, he received a stinging slap right on the end of his nose.
Cuffy didn"t like that. In fact, it made him somewhat angry. And he struck out at Pete once more. But Pete dodged; and he gave Cuffy a good, hard blow in the eye. And while Cuffy was holding onto his poor eye, Pete hit his other eye. And then Cuffy couldn"t see a thing, except bright spots that made him think of stars. He tried not to cry. But a few tears _would_ go rolling down his cheeks. And he did not like it at all when Pete began to laugh.
"Huh! Don"t be a cry-baby!" Pete said. "Yer want ter learn ter box, don"t yer?"
"Y-es!" Cuffy answered.
"Well--quit yer cryin" and stand up here, then," Pete commanded.
So once more Cuffy straightened up and held his paws in front of him.
And when he thought Pete wasn"t watching, Cuffy tried again to hit him.
Again Cuffy missed. His paw didn"t reach Pete at all. But Pete gave him a terrible poke right in the stomach, and Cuffy sat down quickly on the ground and began to groan.
Pete sat down on the ground too and he looked at Cuffy and grinned.
"Want any more?" he asked.
Cuffy shook his head.
"I"ll have to go home now," he said. "Of course, I"d like to box some more; but I haven"t time to-day."
"First lesson"s over, then," Pete announced. "Come back termorrer and I"ll give yer another."
"How long will it be before I learn to box well?" Cuffy inquired.
"You might learn next time," Pete said, "Better try it, anyhow," he advised.
"All right!" Cuffy said. He hoped that another time he would be able to show Pete how it felt to be pounded. "All right--I"ll be here at the same time to-morrow."
So Pete trotted off spryly in one direction; and Cuffy trotted off in another, but not quite so spryly, for his head ached and one of his eyes was closed tight.
"Mercy sakes!" Mrs. Bear said, when Cuffy came into the house. "Look at those trousers!"
Cuffy looked at them as well as he could with his one good eye.
"And you"re _covered_ with mud!" his mother added severely. "What"s the matter with your eye?" she demanded.
"I"ve been having fun--" Cuffy began. "I"ve been boxing--"
"Fun! Boxing! You"ve _ruined_ your best trousers," she said. "You"re a naughty little bear and you"re going straight to bed. Who has been playing with you?" she asked.
Mrs. Bear was very much displeased when she learned about Cuffy"s new friend. "I know who he is," she said. "His people are very rough.
They"re not nice bears at all. And I forbid you aver to play with that Peter again."
So Cuffy had to go to bed. And the next day when Pete arrived at the pool he found no Cuffy there. For some time he waited. But still there was no Cuffy.
"Huh!" Pete grunted, as he went away at last. "He"s afraid, he is. And it"s a good thing for him he didn"t come back. If he had, I"d "a" fixed him. Yes, sir! I"d--" Whatever it was that Peter would have done to Cuffy, I am sure it wouldn"t have been at all pleasant, because the rough little bear Peter scowled frightfully as he trotted off.