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Title: The Squirrel's Pilgrim's Progress
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*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK THE SQUIRREL'S
PILGRIM'S PROGRESS ***
Tiny Redsquirrel
The
SQUIRREL’S
PILGRIM’S PROGRESS
A Book for Boys and Girls
BY
J. D. WILLIAMS
Setting Forth the Adventures of Tiny Red Squirrel and
Chatty Chipmunk
And describing Miss Hare’s School; Red Squirrel,
Chipmunk, Reynard Fox, Pussy Cat, and Other Students,
as well as Mr. Wise Owl, a Director of the School, and
Billy Beaver, the Janitor.
FIFTY ILLUSTRATIONS BY H. WOOD
(FIVE COLORED PLATES)
CHICAGO
LAIRD & LEE, Inc., PUBLISHERS
COPYRIGHT, 1915, BY LAIRD & LEE,
Inc.
And Nature, the old nurse, took
The child upon her knee.
Saying, “Here is a story-book
Thy father has written for thee.”
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Once on a time a little boy was taken from the noise and bustle of
city life to a sparsely settled land where a great forest stretched
away in every direction. To this land his parents came to make a
home in the heart of the deep wood. A large log house had been
built in an open space from which great oaks, beeches, maples and
other trees had been removed, and here, surrounded by nature’s
forms and activities, they lived many years.
What a delightful experience this was to this little boy! How
wonderful this new world seemed to him! Here were flowers of
every hue, bees, birds, butterflies, and many other interesting things
to excite his childish wonder. He soon learned the names of the
shrubs, the trees, the wild fruits and the flowers; and the habits of
the honey gatherers, the feathered folk, and the little animals of the
wood.
This story has its foundation in these experiences and was written in
the hope that it will prove interesting and instructive to many
children. It teaches its young readers to see material things as they
really are, so that the early impressions shall always be the true
ones; it teaches them to apply the same habit of careful observation
to language forms and constructions, so they shall know how
thoughts must be expressed, and more than that, how they may be
expressed beautifully. It is believed that it will influence them to
observe nature’s works closely—the beauty in the dense foliage of
spring, in the myriad forms of life, in nest building and bird music, in
the vitality of growth, in the sweet beneficence of the universal
mother, so that they may come to know
“There are tongues in trees,
Books in the running brooks,
Sermons in stones,
And good in everything.”
Acknowledgments are due to Wilber Hershel Williams for assistance
in the preparation of this volume; to Frances Squire Potter, James S.
Greenwood, and Z. C. Spencer for literary criticism and helpful
suggestions.
J. D. W.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I. Introducing Tiny Redsquirrel 7
II. Tiny Goes to Seek Winter Stores 12
III. His First Adventure 17
IV. Introducing Mr. Wise Owl 23
V. A Lesson from the Ants 30
VI. Meeting Mr. Frog 34
VII. His Adventure with Queen Bee 37
VIII. The Porcupine Scares Tiny 44
IX. Meeting with the Black Giant 49
X. Tiny the Hero of Squirreltown 58
XI. The Mayor Calls on Tiny 65
XII. Mr. Owl Interrupts a Speech 69
XIII. He Takes Tiny to School 77
XIV. Tiny Gets Acquainted 85
XV. School Days Experiences 95
XVI. Mr. Owl Visits the School 101
XVII. Tiny’s Correspondence 108
XVIII. Miss Hare on Grammar 116
XIX. Studying Nature 124
XX. Tiny Helps with Teacher’s Letters 134
XXI. Opossum and Caterpillar 140
XXII. Graduation Exercises 147
XXIII. The Students Start for Home 158
XXIV. Tiny is Appointed Mayor 168
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS
Squirreltown Frontispiece
Go Away! 9
How Can You Sleep On a Day Like This? 12
Splash! Chatty Fell Into the Creek 16
Tiny and Chatty Meet the Raccoon 19
Tiny Meets Mr. Owl 23
Watching the Ants Build a House 31
Learns a Lesson from the Spider 34
Meeting with Mr. Toad 36
Rescues the Queen Bee 37
“Hist!” Cried the Ogre 45
Tiny Conquers the Porcupine 47
The Bear Falls from the Tree 51
The Bees Rescue Tiny from the Bear 54
Tiny Returns to Squirreltown 58
Brings Food to His Hungry Mother 60
Tiny Is Ill—The Mayor Calls 65
The Story of the Fable 68
Tiny Makes a Speech 69
Mr. Owl Lectures Tiny 71
He Takes Tiny to School 78
Mr. Beaver Shows Tiny to His Room 80
Tiny Meets Mr. Redfox 82
The Janitor Awakens the Pupils 85
Miss Hare’s School 87
Tiny Gives Miss Hare an Acorn 90
Tiny and Winkie Run a Race 95
Tiny Prepares for Graduation 101
The Owl Prophet Visits the School 103
He Hardly Knew Tiny 106
The Pigeon Mail Carrier 108
Reynard Is Sick 116
Chatty Chipmunk Appears 125
The Panther Gives Them a Scare 126
Mrs. Badger and the Bees 128
Tiny Assists the Teacher 134
Mr. Opossum 141
Shifty Woodchuck Wants Help 148
Sammy Rabbit’s Composition 151
Tiny’s Speech Wins the Prize 155
The Encounter with the Lynx 162
In Deertown 164
Running from a Wildcat 166
Celebration in Squirreltown 172
SQUIRRELTOWN.
Tiny Redsquirrel
CHAPTER I.
Have you ever heard of Squirreltown? It is a town of quaint homes
in the woods, in which little animals live together as contentedly as
though they were human beings. The whole town is roofed over by
leafy bowers, and carpeted with wild flowers. All day long butterflies
flit about in the shimmering sunlight, and by night thousands of
fairies come out to dance in the pale moonlight.
In this town there once dwelt a young red squirrel named Tiny. He
lived with his mother near the top of an oak tree. Mrs. Redsquirrel
was a poor but industrious widow. Although red squirrels are said to
be the most mischievous animals of the forest, she had taught Tiny
to conduct himself in a proper way. In fact, he was much better
behaved than Chatty Chipmunk, who lived in the ground at the foot
of the tree.
One morning early in the autumn, while the weather was yet warm,
Tiny’s mother said to him, “You must bestir yourself, Tiny! Now is
the time to gather acorns, seeds, and other food for the winter.”
As he sat sipping water from a hollow acorn, he observed how
anxiously his mother gazed at him. “Why do you look so sad?” he
asked.
“I am getting too old to work,” she answered, and she wiped the
tears from her black eyes. Then abruptly she turned to look through
the window. It was a small hole covered with a silken curtain that
had been woven by a spider.
“Please don’t cry, mother,” implored Tiny. He put down his acorn,
went over to his mother and drew her down upon a little couch
made of moss. “I am willing to work hard to support you. Perhaps
some day I shall become great. Who can tell?”
“But I want you to have a fine education,” said his mother, looking
with pride at her son, “and we have no good schools!”
“Perhaps a fairy may find me a good school. I can work to pay my
way!” cheerfully suggested Tiny. “I have heard that those who do
this make the best students.” He fanned his mother with a small
peacock feather. He thought that she might drop into a doze, for he
knew that she had not been sleeping much of late, but just then a
persistent rapping at the tree began.
“It must be Mr. Woodpecker,” said Mrs. Redsquirrel with a sigh.
“Every day he comes over to rap this tree. The noise makes my head
ache.”
“Please sit still. I’ll go outside to see what he wants,” said Tiny,
hastening from the room.
“Hello!” he cried lustily.
Mr. Woodpecker did not answer. He was digging his long, straight,
pointed beak into the bark of the tree. His stiff tail was spread out to
prop his body, for woodpeckers would not be such good climbers if
they had no tails. He was black and white, and wore a jaunty scarlet
cap.
“Sir,” said Tiny, “You annoy my mother. Furthermore, Mr.
Graysquirrel, who owns this tree, will make you pay dearly for all the
damage you are doing to his property.”
“Ha, ha!” laughed Mr. Woodpecker, turning his head to one side and
looking down at the squirrel. “I am not destroying property. I am
digging into the bark to find insects. Mr. Graysquirrel, your landlord,
told me that I might have all I could find. He said it was they who
greatly annoy his tenants. Pardon me for disturbing your mother.”
“Go away! and do not come back again,” commanded Tiny, vexed at
the bird’s display of good humor. “Hush, Tiny!” called Mrs.
Redsquirrel, thrusting her dainty nose through the window. “I am
glad that Mr. Woodpecker is so kind as to destroy those horrid
insects. I thought at first that he was tapping the tree because he
wished to trouble me. We animals are
always ready to imagine disagreeable
things.”
Tiny came back into the house and to cover
his chagrin began to get the storeroom in
order.
His mother gathered up the nut-shell cups
and placed them in a hollow gourd. As they
worked she talked. “Mr. Woodpecker is a
clever creature,” she said. “I never before
saw a bird that could use his bill with such
ease and swiftness.”
Tiny did not reply. He was thinking very
hard, and the idea that he was going to
support his mother made him feel very
important.
“Woodpeckers do a great deal of good by
destroying grubs and insects,” his mother
“GO AWAY AND DO went on. “I have heard that in a far-away
NOT COME BACK land there lives one kind that feeds chiefly
AGAIN,” on acorns, and stores them away for the
COMMANDED TINY. winter as squirrels do. They make small
holes in the soft bark of dead trees and
place the acorns in these holes by pounding
them with their bills.”
“Now I am ready to start,” interrupted Tiny. “Perhaps I can get
Chatty Chipmunk to go with me.”
“If you do, don’t let him lead you into bad company!” warned Mrs.
Redsquirrel. “He is very mischievous. He causes his parents much
trouble.”
At that moment Peggy and Bushy Graysquirrel came running into the
room, without stopping to knock at the door.
“Good morning, Mrs. Redsquirrel,” said Peggy.
“We are going over to the Beech Hotel to spend the day with the
Blacksquirrel family,” said Bushy, too much excited to draw a long
breath. “Come along with us, Tiny. We will play ripple.”
“What is ripple?” asked Mrs. Redsquirrel.
“Oh, it is a fine game!” exclaimed Peggy. “All the squirrels get out on
the bough of a tree. Each one throws a nut or a pebble into the
brook, and the one that makes the biggest circle gets the prize.”
“Do you want to go, Tiny?” asked his mother.
“No, mother,” said Tiny bravely. “I like to play ripple, but I must
gather our winter store before the cold rains begin.”
“Please come with us,” coaxed pretty Bushy, flashing her dark eyes
straight into his own.
“I cannot go,” he declared stolidly, turning his back upon her.
“Is he really going to work?” asked Bushy, looking from one to the
other in a bewildered way.
“Yes, I am going,” replied Tiny, and he took down his hunting bag
from the wall.
Another moment a little red squirrel ran down the tree and was lost
to view.
CHAPTER II.
Tiny went to the home of Chatty Chipmunk. The Chipmunks do not
like the trees or the air or the sunshine as the Redsquirrel family do.
Like most animals of their kind, they live in the ground.
Tiny entered the door and passed through a hall several feet in
length. At the further end of the hall was a small opening which led
to a room but little larger than the shell of a cocoanut. Chatty was
alone, fast asleep.
“HOW CAN YOU SLEEP ON A BEAUTIFUL DAY LIKE THIS?”
“How can you sleep on a beautiful day like this!” cried Tiny, playfully
pulling Chatty’s whiskers.
“I was only taking a nap,” sleepily responded Chatty. “My parents
and brothers are out in the beech trees. I wanted to have a good
rest, so I stayed at home. I cannot sleep well at night, because our
house is crowded.”
“I am going out to gather our winter store,” said Tiny. “Don’t you
want to come with me?”
“I should very much like to go, thank you,” returned Chatty, although
he had refused to go with his family. “But you see, I cannot work
hard when I work, though I can work hard when I play.”
They soon left the chipmunk home and started forth on their
journey. They had not gone very far before Chatty began to
complain.
“The sun is very warm, and it makes me drowsy,” said he. “How I do
dislike to work! I am glad that I am not a beaver, for beavers work
all the time.”
“I should think you would wish to help your family,” said Tiny. “What
will become of you in the winter if you do not have plenty of food?”
“I will sleep all the time,” replied the chipmunk, yawning drowsily.
He was about to lie down to rest, when he espied a great yellow
butterfly with wings that shone like gold. She was fast asleep upon a
thistle.
Chatty dashed after her, but she flew from thistle to bush and flower,
not at all frightened. After he had tired himself running, he sat
down, panting.
“Your winter store will soon be gathered if you spend as much
energy in working as you have in running,” said Tiny, his eyes
twinkling.
“It is great sport to chase butterflies,” said Chatty. “They are such
stupid creatures, yet they are very pretty. Who ever heard of
sleeping on a thistle?”
“I think it would be much more comfortable than to sleep in a hole
in the ground,” replied Tiny. “Mother said that butterflies always
seem to match the seasons.” Tiny, without knowing it, began to
imitate his mother’s voice and her way of talking. He spoke more
slowly than she did, however, for he was trying hard to remember all
she had told him about the pretty things. “When the world is still
brown and bleak and the spring sun is beginning to warm things into
life, the brown and black butterflies come. Then, when the violets
spread carpets over the vales and in the woodlands, the blue
butterflies appear. In summer come the queenly swallow-tail
butterflies, clad in red, copper, and burnished silver. Often one
dressed in pure white may be seen, for white is very comfortable to
wear in warm weather. It reflects the hot rays of the sun. In the
autumn the yellow and orange butterflies are more numerous. They
are the color of the goldenrod and the sunflowers and the brown-
eyed Susans. The yellow butterflies like to sip the honey from the
yellow flowers, but the white butterflies seem to prefer the white
clover. They are the most beautiful of all insects. Their four wings
are colored on both sides. When they rest, their wings stand straight
up and do not fold.”
“Butterflies are very queer animals,” said Chatty ungraciously. He
was vexed with butterflies, because he knew so little about them.
“Why do they sleep with their wings held high above their heads? I
should think they would get so sound asleep that they would forget
to hold them up.”
“It is natural for them to hold up their wings,” laughed Tiny. “Do you
forget to breathe when you are sound asleep?”
“Of course not,” retorted Chatty, “nor do I forget to eat when I am
hungry. However, I cannot see why the butterfly sleeps in such a
silly position.”
“Some of them slowly open and shut their wings all the time they
are asleep,” explained Tiny. “I never knew another creature that
sleeps so gracefully as the butterfly does. I would rather take a nap
on a thistle in the sunshine than roll up in a fluffy ball and sleep in a
dark hole in the ground. You must not criticise those whose customs
are different from yours. Perhaps the butterfly is quite as much
amused at you.”
“There she goes again!” cried Chatty, suddenly. “I wish I were a
flying-squirrel, that I might catch her. Wait a moment until I frighten
her again.”
Chatty began to chase the butterfly once more. He was accustomed
to running without looking where he was going, so he did not see
the danger that awaited him.
SPLASH! CHATTY FELL INTO THE CREEK AND
DISAPPEARED FROM SIGHT.
Splash! Chatty fell into the creek and disappeared from sight. The
butterfly flew safely across the stream.
Tiny was not alarmed, for he knew that his companion could swim.
Soon the chipmunk’s little nose appeared above the water. After a
great deal of splashing, he reached the bank of the stream, very
much chagrined.
“I think I must have been more scared than the butterfly was,” he
admitted, as he shook his fur. “I am as tired as I can be and as wet
as a fish. Where is the butterfly?”
“Over on yonder blue-flag, fast asleep,” said Tiny.
CHAPTER III.
Chatty smiled foolishly and Tiny laughed heartily. The butterfly
rested a long time. Then she flew away. The birds chattered gayly as
the sun smiled brightly. The brook gurgled with glee and flowed
merrily on. The chipmunk seemed wide awake after his drenching.
For a half hour he scurried briskly along.
“Not far away some fine blackberries grow on low bushes,” he said.
“We will find them and feast until dusk. When we become sleepy we
will nap for a while.”
“We have wandered from our path,” protested Tiny. “We are lost!”
“Nonsense!” exclaimed Chatty. “Someone will show us the way
home. Squirreltown is the greatest city in the world.”
“Do you remember those hunters who passed through Squirreltown
not long ago?” asked Tiny. “They said that London is the largest city
in the world. The East contains many great cities.”
“You are dreaming,” laughed the chipmunk. “I have heard of every
large city. Squirreltown has the most inhabitants, and Gray Fox
Center comes next. How many squirrels live in London?”
“London is filled with people, not with squirrels. Those hunters that
frightened us the other day are people. They live in houses,”
explained Tiny.
“How I should dislike London!” cried Chatty. “Do all people look as
fierce as those hunters? I thought that hunters dwelt in holes in the
ground. I supposed that they played in the trees and wandered
about with huge guns and frightened little animals for amusement. I
imagine that people must look very much like bears.”
“Many of them do,” assented Tiny with a wise nod. “However, they
do not walk on four legs, but straight up like storks. We must roam
