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Title: Mr. Rabbit at Home
       A sequel to Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his Queer Country

Author: Joel Chandler Harris

Illustrator: Oliver Herford

Release Date: August 14, 2019 [EBook #60098]

Language: English


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Books by Joel Chandler Harris.

NIGHTS WITH UNCLE REMUS. Illustrated. 12mo, $1.50; paper, 50 cents.

MINGO, AND OTHER SKETCHES IN BLACK AND WHITE. 16mo, $1.25; paper, 50 cents.

BALAAM AND HIS MASTER, AND OTHER SKETCHES. 16mo, $1.25.

UNCLE REMUS AND HIS FRIENDS. Illustrated. 12mo, $1.50.

LITTLE MR. THIMBLEFINGER AND HIS QUEER COUNTRY. Illustrated. Crown 8vo, $2.00.

HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO. Boston and New York.

BROTHER LION WATCHED ME. Page 158

MR. RABBIT AT HOME
A SEQUEL TO
Little Mr. Thimblefinger and his Queer Country
BY
JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS
AUTHOR OF “UNCLE REMUS,” ETC.
ILLUSTRATED BY OLIVER HERFORD
BOSTON AND NEW YORK HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN AND COMPANY
The Riverside Press, Cambridge
1895
Copyright, 1894 and 1895, By JOEL CHANDLER HARRIS.
Copyright, 1895, By HOUGHTON, MIFFLIN & CO.
All rights reserved.
The Riverside Press, Cambridge, Mass., U.S.A. Electrotyped and Printed by H. O. Houghton & Co.
CONTENTS.     PAGE I. Buster John alarms Mr. Rabbit 5   II. Where the Thunder lives 15   III. The Jumping-off Place 28   IV. The Blue Hen’s Chicken 36   V. How a King was Found 46   VI. The Magic Ring 57   VII. The Cow with the Golden Horns 69   VIII. Brother Wolf’s two Big Dinners 82   IX. The Little Boy of the Lantern 91   X. A Lucky Conjurer 106   XI. The King of the Clinkers 119   XII. The Terrible Horse 132   XIII. How Brother Lion lost his Wool 144   XIV. Brother Lion has a Spell of Sickness 154   XV. A Mountain of Gold 164   XVI. An Old-Fashioned Fuss 178   XVII. The Rabbit and the Moon 191   XVIII. Why the Bear is a Wrestler 197   XIX. The Shoemaker who made but One Shoe 209   XX. The Woog and the Weeze 240   XXI. Uncle Rain and Brother Drouth 252   XXII. The Snow-White Goat and the Coal-Black Sheep 266   XXIII. The Butting Cow and the Hitting Stick 282   XXIV. The Fate of the Diddypawn 294
LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.   PAGE Brother Lion watched me. Frontispiece   “How did you get here?” 12   She waited a Little While 22   Presently they came to a Precipice 32   One of them was entirely different from all the Rest 42   They saw the Handsome Boy sleeping 52   Her Stepmother crept into the Room 66   She would have knelt, but he lifted her up 80   He went a little Way down one Road 86   A Lady, richly dressed, came out of the Woods 96   As he did so, a Crow hopped out 114   He saw an old Man, no bigger than a Broomstick 124   The Wooden Horse had stampeded the Enemy’s Army 142   You never heard such Howling since you were born 150   He was so weak that he couldn’t get up 174   The Monkeys would make Faces and squeal at the Dogs 180   “What is the Trouble?” says the Oldest Rabbit 184   He rubbed the Side of his Head 204   A Queer-looking little Man came jogging along the Road 216   “Have you seen Anything of a Stray Shoe?” 232   A Horrible Monster glared at them 244   The Boy told Uncle Rain the whole Story 258   At last the Robbers managed to escape 274   “Hit, Stick! Stick, hit!” she cried 292   It made him grin from Ear to Ear 298
MR. RABBIT AT HOME.
I.
 
BUSTER JOHN ALARMS MR. RABBIT.

When Buster John and Sweetest Susan and Drusilla returned home after their first visit to Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country, a curious thing happened. The children had made a bargain to say nothing about what they had seen and heard, but one day, when there was nobody else to hear what she had to say, Sweetest Susan concluded to tell her mother something about the visit she had made next door to the world. So she began and told about the Grandmother of the Dolls, and about Little Mr. Thimblefinger, and all about her journey under the spring. Her mother paid no attention at first, but after awhile she became interested, and listened intently to everything her little daughter said. Sometimes she looked serious, sometimes she smiled, and sometimes she laughed. Sweetest Susan couldn’t remember everything, but she told enough to astonish her mother.

“Darling, when did you dream such nonsense as that?” the lady asked.

“Oh, it wasn’t a dream, mamma,” cried Sweetest Susan. “I thought it was a dream at first, but it turned out to be no dream at all. Now, please don’t ask brother about it, and please don’t ask Drusilla, for we promised one another to say nothing about it. I didn’t intend to tell you, but I forgot and began to tell you before I thought.”

A little while afterward Sweetest Susan’s mother was telling her husband about the wonderful imagination of their little daughter, and then the neighbors got hold of it, and some of the old ladies put their heads together over their teacups and said it was a sign that Sweetest Susan was too smart to stay in this world very long.

One day, while Drusilla was helping about the house, Sweetest Susan’s mother took occasion to ask her where she and the children went the day they failed to come to dinner.

“We wuz off gettin’ plums, I speck,” replied Drusilla.

“Why, there were no plums to get,” said the lady.

“Well, ’m, ef ’t wa’n’t plums, hit must ’a’ been hick’y nuts,” explained Drusilla.

“Hickory nuts were not ripe, stupid.”

“Maybe dey wa’n’t,” said Drusilla stolidly; “but dat don’t hinder we chilluns from huntin’ ’em.”

“You know you didn’t go after hickory nuts, Drusilla,” the lady insisted. “Now I want you to tell me where you and the children went. I’ll not be angry if you tell me, but if you don’t”—

Drusilla could infer a good deal from the tone of the lady’s voice, but she shook her head.

“Well, ’m,” she said, “we went down dar by de spring, an’ down dar by de spring branch, an’ all roun’ down dar. Ef we warn’t huntin’ plums ner hick’y nuts, I done fergot what we wuz huntin’.”

Drusilla seemed so much in earnest that the lady didn’t push the inquiry, but when she went into another room for a moment, the negro girl looked after her and remarked to herself:—

“I done crossed my heart dat I wouldn’t tell, an’ I ain’t gwine ter. Ef I wuz ter tell, she wouldn’t b’lieve me, an’ so dar ’t is!”

Sweetest Susan was careful to say nothing to Buster John and Drusilla about the slip of the tongue that caused her to tell her mother about their adventures in Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country; but she didn’t feel very comfortable when Drusilla told how she had been questioned by her mistress.

“Ef somebody ain’t done gone an’ tol’ ’er,” said Drusilla, “she got some mighty quare notions in ’er head.”

Buster John, who had ideas of his own, ignored all this, and said he was going to put an apple in the spring the next day and watch for Mr. Thimblefinger.

“Well, ef you gwine down dar any mo’,” remarked Drusilla, “you kin des count me out, kaze I ain’t gwine ’long wid you. I’m one er deze yer kind er quare folks what know pine blank when dey done got nuff. I been shaky ever since we went down in dat ar place what wa’n’t no place.”

“You will go,” said Buster John.

“Huh! Don’t you fool yo’self, honey! You can’t put no ’pen’ence in a skeer’d nigger.”

“If you don’t go, you’ll wish you had,” said Buster John.

“How come?” asked Drusilla.

“Wait and see,” replied Buster John.

The next morning, bright and early, Buster John put an apple in the spring. He watched it float around for awhile, and then his attention was attracted to something else, and he ran away to see about it. Whatever it was, it interested him so much that he forgot all about the apple in the spring, and everything else likely to remind him of Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country.

Buster John went away from the spring and left the apple floating there. No sooner had he gone than one of the house servants chanced to come along, and the apple was seized and appropriated. The result was that neither Mr. Thimblefinger nor Mrs. Meadows saw the signal.

Buster John, thinking the apple had remained in the spring for some hours, waited patiently for two or three days for Mr. Thimblefinger, but no Mr. Thimblefinger came. Finally the boy grew impatient, as youngsters sometimes do. He remembered that the bottom of the spring, with the daylight shining through, was the sky of Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country, and he concluded to give Mrs. Meadows and the rest a signal that they couldn’t fail to see. So, one morning, after water had been carried to the house for the cook, and the washerwoman’s tubs had been filled, Buster John got him some short planks, carrying them to the spring one by one. These he placed across the top of the gum, or curb, close together, so as to shut out the light. Then he perched himself on a stump not far away, and watched to see what the effect would be. He knew he had the sky of Mr. Thimblefinger’s queer country securely roofed in, and he laughed to himself as he thought of the predicament Mr. Rabbit

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