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Updated: May 31, 2025
All the way we wondered how we should get out, and whether we should ever regain our proper stature. When we came to the grinding place the mill was still. We accosted an old Garuly who was wandering about. "How do we get out?" I said. "Why, by getting the Great Panjandrum Himself to set the thing a-going the other way," he squeaked.
"Ah! you little mink," I said, "how did you get hold of my secret?" "Why, I knew it all the time." Now, you see, the case was this; I did not know that the children understood where the names of the Garuly and the Joblily, and the Pickaninny came from.
Simon noticed that his own voice was beginning to squeak like that of the old Garuly himself. But after seeing the interior of his dwelling, he would not have minded being changed into a Garuly. The old man was now leading him out through a different entrance. Then along a path they went until they came to a fence, the rails of which seemed to Simon to be larger than logs.
And with that the little old man turned his one eye on Simon, and it shone like a coal of fire, and Simon thought he could feel it burning him. Just then an ant came up, who had heard the conversation, and asked the Garuly what it meant. "He will not even play with his brothers," said the old man, looking fiercer than ever. "Put him out!" cried the ant.
We showed the one-eyed beetle and the four-leaved clover, and the Garuly immediately hit the gate a ringing blow with his club, and shouted, "Beetle! beetle! beetle!" in a wonderfully sharp and squeaking voice, while the Pickaninny on top jerked a little bell rope, and sung out "Clover." Then we could see through the gate a Joblily lifting his head up out of a pond, inside the enclosure.
Bees that work hard in summer only live to be about two months old. This honey is stored for others. But see how happy they all are. How much may be done by those who work together cheerfully." Out of the hive they went, and back toward the Garuly's house. But the old man turned aside to go to an ant-hill. "Let's go in here," said the Garuly. "No, I am too large," said Simon.
Here all were busy, some carrying out earth, others excavating new chambers, others caring for the eggs, others bringing in food, while others were clearing out the road. But no one grumbled, none said that he had the heaviest load. "See!" cried the Garuly, "the little ants work together. They have all things in common. There is no selfishness and no quarrelling among them."
The little man told Simon to go in through another door, but Simon was still too large for that, and so the Garuly again pounded him, crying, "Smaller! smaller! smaller!" Once in, Simon saw indeed the treasures of the Garuly's household.
While we were examining these, a Garuly came in to say that the she-bear had brought the soap, and that the barber was waiting. The Great Panjandrum, in a state of flustration, hurried past us, and we, not knowing what else to do, stood looking at each other. Just then a Joblily went by with a cabbage leaf. "What is that?" asked one of the little girls of our party.
He took the road through the woods pasture, down under Swallow Hill, and then through the blackberry patch, until they came to the brook known as "Bee Tree Run." Here, just at the foot of a large sycamore, and among its roots, was fastened a curious boat, made of a large turtle shell turned upside down. "Get in! get in!" squealed the little old Garuly.
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