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After he had got his breath again Cuffy began to nibble at his snow mittens. And little by little to his delight he removed them. And still he kept on nibbling at his paws, and yes! he actually put them right inside his mouth and sucked them. He forgot all about his manners, for underneath the snow he found the most beautiful, waxy maple-sugar you can imagine. Each paw was just one big lollypop!
The excitement consequent on the whole affair remained for some time on his mind, causing him to feel as if it were a dream, and it was not until he had fairly landed again on Big Chief's island, and returned to his own little hut there, and had met with Cuffy whose demonstrations of intense delight cannot by any possibility be described that he came fully to understand the value of the opportunity which he had let slip through his fingers.
From its chimney a stream of smoke rose, and as Cuffy peeped from behind a tree he saw a man come out and pick up an armful of wood from the woodpile nearby. While Cuffy watched, the man carried in several loads. Soon the smoke began fairly to pour out of the chimney; and then the man came out once more, picked up an axe near the woodpile, and started off toward the other side of the clearing.
"You don't mean that, old man?" cried Jarwin, starting up with flashing eyes and seizing his master's hand. "You is free!" repeated Big Chief. We need not relate all that honest John Jarwin said and did after that. Let it suffice to record his closing remarks that night to Cuffy.
And then he tossed his head and said lightly, "Oh, well! It wouldn't have made any difference if I had dug the carrots out of the dirt. They wouldn't have tasted right anyhow. For there was no moon last night!" Nimble did not spend all his spare moments with the other Spike Horns. Once in a while he met Cuffy Bear prowling about near the foot of Blue Mountain.
"Will you do me a favor?" Now, Peter Mink never did anybody a favor if he could help it. So he promptly said, "No!" "Won't you go inside this cave for me and see what's happened to Cuffy Bear?" Nimble implored him. "He went inside the cave. I promised to wait for him here. And he has been gone for hours." "I won't go into that cave for anybody," Peter Mink declared.
There were still a few beans which clung to the bottom; and try as he would, Cuffy could not reach them, even with his tongue. He was sitting on the ground, with the pot between his legs, and his nose stuck into it as far as Cuffy could get it. But still he could not reach those beans in the bottom. And pretty soon Cuffy began to lose his temper.
So Cuffy Bear began to nose about among the bushes. And presently he discovered, hidden away beneath a clump of ferns, a basket of delicious food. It was the haymakers' lunch that Cuffy had found. And he lost no time. He began to eat as fast as he could. Yes I am very sorry to say that Cuffy actually gobbled Farmer Green's lunch. And he was so greedy that a strange thing happened to him.
And sure enough, finally one of the bees Cuffy was following lighted on an old tree, and Cuffy saw him crawl into a hole in a queer nest which hung from a limb, and vanish. And as Cuffy stood there, looking up at the nest, he saw as many as seven bees come out of that hole and fly away. Then Cuffy smiled all over his face, he felt so happy. At last he had found a bee-tree.
It was only tother day at Washington, that everlasting Virginy duellist General Cuffy, afore a number of senators, at the President's house, said to me, 'Well Everett, says he 'you know I was always dead agin your Tariff bill, but I have changed my mind since your able speech on it; I shall vote for it now. 'Give me your hand, says I, 'General Cuffy; the Boston folks will be dreadful glad when they hear your splendid talents are on our side I think it will go now we'll carry it. 'Yes, says he, 'your factories down east beat all natur; they go ahead on the English a long chalk. You may depend I was glad to hear the New Englanders spoken of that way I felt proud I tell you 'and, says he, 'there's one manufacture that might stump all Europe to produce the like. 'What's that? says I, looking as pleased all the time as a gall that's tickled.
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