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Watson went out, banging the door in disgust, and Coonie kept himself warm for many a mile past Glenoro, chuckling over his joke. But the schoolmaster was too enthusiastic to be depressed by such ignorant opposition.
"Just taste one, Coonie, it is sweeter than any berry I ever tasted. Yum, yum, but it is fine." "Hum!" sniffed Coonie. "It may suit your taste, but honey is much too sticky for me." "Well, I'm glad you don't want any," Chuck replied. "You always were rather particular, but I am only Chuck anyhow, and as some people call me a hog a ground-hog, you know I might as well live up to my name."
"Only," he added, "it is much cleaner than what you have been eating." "Oh, Coonie, tell me where it is, won't you, please?" cried Chuck, stopping his toilet and catching up Coonie's paw. "I just dearly love it, and I'll be your lifelong friend if you will tell me where it is so I can get some more." Now Coonie felt very mischievous, and he thought of a plan that would give him some fun.
Still sneezing, Chuck trotted off with Coonie across the fields. When they reached Farmer Jones' barnyard everything seemed very quiet and sleepy around there. "Is that where the honey is kept?" whispered Chuck, as Coonie took a peep in at the barn-door. "No," answered Coonie, "I just wanted to see if the double-buggy was there.
"As soon as Uncle and Jake, the herdsman, had started off in the buggy, Lenox saddled Whitefoot, his own pony, to go in search of Darkie. I begged and prayed and implored to go too, so finally they let me have my way, and saddled Jap for me, a brown pony, quiet and steady, though not so clever as Darkie. Coonie, a little half-caste boy, went with us.
Come on, I'm hungry, aren't you, Chuck?" "Am I?" said Chuck. "Well, I should say so." He was licking his jaws in memory of the little feast he had had the day before. Coonie looked at Chuck out of the corners of his mischievous eyes, but Chuck never guessed he was laughing at him when he added, "I'll take a hive at this end, you can have one at that. Let's hurry." Chuck was in a hurry indeed.
"Coonie understood in a second, and so did I. Unless we could drive the sheep into shelter, undoubtedly the whole number would perish in the storm. Lenox thrust Jap's bridle into my hand, and dashed ahead. In a few minutes he and Coonie had succeeded in turning the leaders towards the entrance of the creek, and after them swept the rest of the flock.
He seated himself at the table and attacked the homely fare with a country boy's hearty appetite. Duncan forgot his own supper in the joy of watching him. "Well, how's things? as Coonie says. You said mother is well, and the boys?" "Yes, she will be fine indeed, and Weil and wee Archie, too. They will be growing up to be fine lads. And Sandy will be at the camp waiting for you."
It is not, and now I feel perfectly sure they have all gone to town and taken the dog with them." Then they felt quite safe. Very boldly they walked around to the gate in the yard where Coonie said the honey was. "Hurrah," he cried, "someone has left the gate open for us. They must have been expecting us!" "I have never been in here before," said Chuck.
"What are all those square white boxes along the fence?" "Those are called bee-hives," Coonie answered, a little proudly, to think he knew so much. "The honey is kept inside." "But how do we get at it?" asked Chuck. "Those little holes in front look hardly big enough for me to get my paw through, much less my head and shoulders." "Oh," laughed Coonie, "how stupid you are!
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