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And I don't intend to have those chestnut shells lying on the floor all winter." You may think that that was a queer thing for Mrs. Bear to say. But when you see what happened, you'll understand what Mrs. Bear meant. As Cuffy and Silkie sat down on the floor and began gathering up the chestnut-shells they both yawned and yawned. And since Mrs.
Jarwin was not quite himself yet, and Cuffy, after his first ebullition, sat looking in surprise at the invalid, as he strove to turn on his side, and reach out his heavy hand and skinny arm towards a few scraps of the last meal he had cooked before being struck down.
As he came nearer they saw that he was a person over sixty years of age, with long, flowing white hair, like one of the patriarchs of old. He wore a soft black hat, well back on his head. He looked behind him frequently, as though he expected something to transpire in that direction. As Cuffy said, his mansion had been raided several times, and he might have got used to such events.
And then Cuffy sat down once more. Again he waited and watched. And again, just as he was getting discouraged, another bee flew past him and Cuffy jumped up and followed him just as fast as he could. Cuffy Bear must have spent as much as two hours doing that same thing over and over again. But he didn't mind that.
"Are you going to spend the night here?" Nimble asked him. "Yes!" said Mr. Grouse. "I shall be snug and warm after the snow covers me." "Well, your head won't be covered for some time," Nimble told him. "Are you willing to keep an eye out for Cuffy Bear? I'm going down to Cedar Swamp to get help. And Cuffy Bear might come out of the cave while I'm gone." "I'd be glad to watch," Mr.
And all the time the click-clack-click-clack grew louder than ever. And pretty soon, as he peeped slyly around the tree, Cuffy Bear saw the mowing-machine. It came delightfully close to him, stopped, turned about, and moved away again toward the opposite side of the field. Cuffy gave a great sigh of satisfaction. He had seen a mowing-machine. He was glad that he had come down into the valley.
After Cuffy Bear's adventure with Mrs. Eagle he did not stray far from home for several weeks. You can see, from that, that he had been badly frightened. Yes just to look at a crow flapping through the air made Cuffy dizzy now; and nothing would have tempted him to go up the mountain again. But Cuffy became very tired of playing near his father's house all the time.
"Dat's de mansion ob Cun'l Hickman, my ole mars'r," replied Cuffy. "He owns all de land 'bout here, mor'n tousand acres. He let me live on dis corner when he want me to run de ferry, and I stops here eber since." "Then he must be very rich." "Rich! Dat ain't no name for't. He's got more money'n de Bank ob London, 'n I reckon he could buy out de State of Kaintuck. He's pow'ful rich, Mars'r."
Cuffy, however, seemed to derive new life from the touch of earth again, for it ran about in a staggering drunken sort of way; wagged its tail at the root, without, however, being able to influence the point, and made numerous futile efforts to bark. In the midst of its weakly gambols the terrier chanced to discover a dead fish on the sands.
He could stand a bit of hardship, Tom decided. "No such luck," he said brusquely. "And I wouldn't try to break away if I were you. I can't kill you, but I'll thrash you with the dog-whip if you make me any trouble." Morse called Cuffy and set the dog to watch the bound man. He did not know whether the St.
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