Animals -- Juvenile fiction; Boys -- Juvenile fiction; Giants -- Juvenile fiction; Santa Claus -- Juvenile fiction
“Receiving no reply he poked about among the sacks until he found the one
I was in.
“‘Why, it’s a pig in the bag instead of a boy!’ he cried in great
surprise. ‘Well, I’ll soon fix him so he can’t get away!’ and he tied up
the opening with a string. ‘But where is that boy that spoke to me just
now?’
“Mr. Smythers looked under the wagon, searched both sides of the road,
and even the trees, but of course found no one. Greatly perplexed he got
into his buckboard and drove on, glancing back every few minutes to see
if there wasn’t a boy around somewhere. After he had driven about a mile
he ceased looking around, and as we were going through a dense forest, I
decided to try to escape. The bag I was in had a hole in it (that is why
I had chosen it), and it was not difficult to make the opening larger by
tearing the rotten threads. Little by little I squeezed myself out, and
dropping off the back of the buckboard, fell in a heap in the road.
“‘Now I am free,’ I thought, and I wandered deeper and deeper into the
woods until I found you.”
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
CHAPTER VI
THE HOUSE AT THE END OF A ROPE
“Hm,” said Snythergen when Squeaky had finished his tale, and for some
time he remained silent. At last he spoke.
“I think we had better build a house!”
“Good,” said Squeaky, “but is this a safe place? Didn’t I see a bear in
the crowd you attracted?”
“Yes, but I don’t think he’ll come back. If he does my tree suit will
save us. I can bend over until my limbs touch the ground. Then you can
climb into my top branches and I’ll lift you out of danger. The bear will
take me for a tree and leave us alone.”
So they set to work very promptly. The plans they drew called for a round
house. And to make sure it would be big enough for Snythergen, he lay on
the ground curling up in the smallest space he could, and Squeaky traced
a line around him in the dirt to mark the position of the outside wall.
They planned to make the roof high enough for Snythergen when he was
lying down, but of course he would be unable to stand up or even to sit
up without bumping his head on the ceiling. The outer circle just inside
the wall was to be Snythergen’s bedroom, and Squeaky was to occupy the
space in the middle. It took several weeks to build the house and before
the paint was quite dry Snythergen spread pine boughs over the ground
floor to make a soft place for them to lie.
[Illustration: _The house was left dangling above ground to receive an
airing out_]
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