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"Rheumatism medicine never does," said Dr. Pigg. "And it doesn't smell very nice," went on Uncle Wiggily. "Rheumatism medicines never do," cheerfully said Dr. Pigg, "and, what is more, it doesn't taste very nice, either, Uncle Wiggily; but you must take it, if you are to get well." "I suppose I must," remarked the old rabbit with a sigh, as Mrs. Pigg kept on stirring the mixture.
The men pulled out at 3.15 with Chinaman and James Pigg. We followed at 4.20, just catching the party at the lunch camp at 8.30. Things got better half way; the sky showed signs of clearing and the steering improved. Now, at lunch, it is getting thick again. When will the wretched blizzard be over?
Well, it was a few days after Percival had come to pay a little visit to the Pigg family that something happened to Buddy, and I'm going to tell you about it. You see, it had been raining pretty hard for a week or more yes, nearly two weeks, and it didn't seem as if it was ever going to stop.
"Stick up your tail like a sail and the wind will blow you ashore!" they cried to Buddy. "That's what we did." "I haven't any tail," answered Buddy, real sorrowful-like. "That's so," said the little squirrel boys, and it began to look pretty bad for poor Buddy, let me tell you. "Oh, dear! Oh, dear!" cried Mamma Pigg. "I'll never see my poor boy again," for he was quite far off by this time.
Pigg, and she and Brighteyes came running down to the shore of the pond. "Oh, my poor little boy," cried Mamma Pigg, when she saw Buddy being carried farther and farther away. "Oh, how can we reach him?" wailed Brighteyes, wringing her paws. "We must save him, somehow!" Just then along came Billie and Johnnie Bushytail, the squirrels.
"And so am I," added Buddy, and they all were, for that matter. "Rheumatism, eh?" remarked Dr. Pigg, thoughtful-like. "Yes," went on Uncle Wiggily, as he hobbled over to a chair. "In fact, I came to see you about it, Doctor," and the old rabbit rubbed his leg very, very softly. "Ah! ha! Ahem!" exclaimed Dr. Pigg, as he puffed himself up, and looked as important as possible.
So, if you please, the next book of Bedtime Stories will be called "Joie, Tommie and Kittie Kat." Their names are spelled with a "K" you may notice, but they are not at all proud, or stuck-up, on that account. I hope you will like them as well as you have Buddy and Brighteyes Pigg.
Pigg and his wife coming back, and then he flew away, for he had managed to find the place where he had come in, and crawled out again. Buddy woke up when his mamma came in his room to see how he was, and he told her all about the June bug, and how kind it had been, and how it had told stories. "You must have had a lovely dream," said Mrs.
Pigg knew this at once, so she asked: "What would you like to do, Buddy?" "I don't know," he answered, rather cross and fretful-like, which wasn't very nice, I suppose. "All the boys have gone to Asbury Park or Ocean Grove," said Brighteyes, "and I guess you are lonesome, Buddy.
The men haulers could go on much longer, and we all like pulling on ski. Everyone must be practised in this. Sunday, February 26. Marched on Corner Camp, but second main party found going very hard and eventually got off their ski and pulled on foot. James Pigg also found the surface bad, so we camped and had lunch after doing 3 miles. Except for our tent the camp routine is slack.
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