Part 18 (1/2)

”I will save you!” called the Indian maiden.

”Oh, if I only had a bow and arrow I would shoot the bear and rescue the two piggie boys! I know what I'll do. I'll make a bow and find an arrow.”

So she took a bent branch of a tree for the bow and for the string she used some strands of her long braids. But the needed an arrow, and all the while the bear was carrying Curly and Flop off to his den.

”I know!” cried the Indian maiden. ”A hat pin! My very longest and sharpest hat pin! That will do for an arrow!”

She ran to where she had left her hat in the bushes when she was looking for the jelly, and quickly got a hat pin. This she shot at the bear from her bow.

”Whizz!” it went through the air, hitting the bear on the end of his soft and tender nose.

”Oh, wow!” he cried. ”Oh, woe is me!” and his nose pained him so that he dropped Curly and Flop and back to the bungalow ran the piggie boys as fast as they could. And the bear went off to put some cooling mud on his nose, where the hat pin had hit him.

So that's how the Indian maiden saved the piggie boys from the bear, and they gave her more jelly and thanked her, and then, using a long thorn instead of a hat pin, which the bear carried off in his nose, Pocohontas went off looking for more jelly, and Curly and Flop went to asleep.

And next, in case the horse radish doesn't jump over the oysters and scare them so they fall into the clam chowder, I'll tell you about Flop and the marshmallows.

STORY XXII

FLOP AND THE MARSHMALLOWS

”Boys,” said Uncle Wiggily Longears, the old gentleman rabbit, to Curly and Flop, the piggie chaps, one morning. ”Boys, do you think you can get along by yourselves this afternoon?”

”Why, I guess so,” answered Curly, as he looked off across the beach at Racc.o.o.n Island in Lake Hopatcong. ”But where are you going, Uncle Wiggily?”

”Oh, Pop Goes the Weasel wanted me to come down to his store and have a game of Scotch checkers after dinner,” said the old gentleman rabbit. ”He says he is lonesome since all the summer folk went away.”

”Of course, we can get along all right,” spoke Flop. ”We'll have our lunch and, we'll do the dishes, so you can go and play Scotch checkers with Pop Goes the Weasel.”

”But what are Scotch checkers?” asked Curly.

”Oh, when you play that game,” said Uncle Wiggily, ”you have a nice Scotchman standing near you all the while to cook Scotch scones over a hot fire. And scones are good to eat; something like pancakes, with maple syrup on, only different. It is fun to play Scotch checkers.”

”I should think so,” said Flop. ”And could you bring us a few scones, Uncle Wiggily!”

”I'll try,” said the old gentleman rabbit, ”though Pop Goes the Weasel and I are very fond of eating them when we play checkers.”

So in the afternoon Uncle Wiggily went to visit his friend at the store on Racc.o.o.n Island, and the two piggie boys stayed home to keep house. And, when they had washed the dishes, Curly said:

”Now, Flop suppose we go looking for adventures. I'll go one way and you can go the other, and we'll see who can find an adventure first.”

”All right,” said the other little piggie boy. So they started away from the bungalow. But as Curly fell asleep before he had gone much farther than the Sylvan Way (which is a nice little rustic bench on the island) no adventure happened to him. But wait until I tell you what happened to Flop.

Off he started, and he had not gone very far before he heard some one crying out:

”Oh, what shall I do with them? Oh, so many as there are! I never can eat them all!”