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Updated: June 7, 2025
"Hello, Chuck," Coonie said. "What are you doing? Why, your face is a sight. My, such a dirty face. Why, Chuck, I am surprised," and he noticed the greedy look in Chuck's eyes. "Yum! yum!" was the only reply he received and Chuck began picking around in the grass. "I say, Chuck," Coonie said again, "what are you doing?" "Doing?" echoed Chuck.
Coonie, as he was called for short, after yawning and stretching for some minutes, finally shifted his position so as to see the boys. He had watched them often from the top of a tree, and he always enjoyed the fun, because they did such queer things. It was some minutes before he could find out what they were doing, but at last he discovered that they had found a bumble-bees' nest.
Todd put his head on one side and gazed sentimentally up the hill, a pose which was slightly damaged by old Bella throwing up her head and spattering him with water. As Donald Neil came cantering homeward, he met the mail driver dropping down the Glenoro hills towards the Flats. "Hello, Coonie!" called the young man, "how's yourself to-day?"
They had long paddles in their hands and were running around, yelling, and waving the paddles frantically. Occasionally one of the boys screamed, and then several of the others would run toward him, all beating the air with their paddles. Coonie watched very closely and saw one boy run up to the hive, give it a quick poke, and then scamper away.
This was what Chuck saw when he turned around to find out how Coonie was getting along! He grabbed up a big stick, but he soon saw there was nothing he could do to help. He also saw that the bees in their mad attack had left their fort unguarded. So he stuck his paw inside the door and broke off a good sized piece of comb full of nice, yellow honey.
I bet that's where Jessie wants to go to see what's the latest news from Don Neil." "Yes, and you want to go up the hill and talk to 'Liza Cotton," retorted Jessie. "That's it," laughed Maggie, pulling the old horse almost into the ditch, "you'd trot off with a bundle quick enough if she asked you." Coonie roared. "Well, that's true. Haw! Haw! I'd start off that quick I'd never git stopped.
"It's true, every word of it, Coonie," he said, his wrath having vanished. "That's the way with them Presbyterians; they're that stiff they can't 'elp 'avin' trouble." Coonie scrambled into his buckboard, feeling doubly crippled in the galling restriction that had been put upon his unruly member. He drove off without a word, not even stopping at Mrs. Fraser's gate at the top of the hill.
So he steadily continued his visits to the Hamiltons', and abated not one whit his attentions to their pretty daughter. Those were exciting days for Glenoro. Coonie was kept so busy manufacturing and spreading tales of the rivals, that he quite neglected Miss Cotton, and sometimes even forgot to linger on the road. Jessie, herself, seemed to enjoy the excitement as much as anyone.
Coonie cried, running up, with a friendly, anxious expression on his face, for Chuck was almost sneezing his head off. "Guess a nasty old fly crawled up my nose," Chuck managed to get out between sneezes. "Too bad, old chap," said Coonie, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. "Come along with me and we'll get some honey, and that will make you feel better."
Big lumps were beginning to swell up on their faces and arms, and the little boy who had tripped and fallen could hardly see because his eyes were nearly swollen shut. The boys tore away the mound and took out the honey, layer by layer, and squeezed out the golden syrup. Just as they were licking the last drops from their sticky fingers, Coonie saw a man walking towards them.
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