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little finger nail that he broke a string, and made a funny sound, like a
banjo out of tune.

"Oh, I didn't mean to do that!" the giant's boy cried. "I'm sorry!"

"Dear me! I wonder when you'll grow up?" asked the giant, sort of
sad-like.

"I think he's pretty big now," said Uncle Wiggily. And, indeed, the
boy-giant was so tall that when the rabbit stood up as high as he could
stand, he only came up to the tip end of the shoe laces on the giant
boy's big shoes.

"Oh, he grows very slowly," said the giant, and then the boy noticed the
rabbit for the first time. Well, that boy-giant wanted to know all about
Uncle Wiggily, where he came from and where he was going, and all that,
and Uncle Wiggily told about how he was traveling around to seek his
fortune.

"Oh, I believe I know where you can find lots of money, Uncle Wiggily,"
said the giant's boy kindly, as he reached over and stroked the rabbit's
ears. "I have always heard that there is a pot of gold at the end of the
rainbow. The next time we see one, you and I will go out and search for
the money. Then you will have your fortune, and you won't have to travel
around any more."

"That will be fine!" cried the rabbit, "for, to tell you the truth, I am
getting pretty tired of going about the country. Still, I will not give up
until I find my fortune."

"All right. But we will have to wait until it rains, and then we'll see
where the end of the rainbow is," said the giant's boy. "Now we will have
some games together. Let's play tag."

Well, they started to play that, but, land's sake, flopsy dub and a basket
of ice cream cones! Uncle Wiggily ran here, and there, and everywhere, and
he jumped and leaped about so that the giant's little boy couldn't catch
him, for the big-little fellow wasn't very spry on his feet.

"Oh, I guess we had better not play that game any more," said the boy
giant, as he accidentally nearly stepped on Uncle Wiggily's left ear. "I
might hurt you. Let's play hide-and-go-seek."

But Uncle Wiggily was even better at this game than he had been at tag,
for he could hide in such small holes that the boy giant couldn't even see
them, so of course that wouldn't do for a game. It was no fun.

Then all at once it began to rain. My! how it did pour! It rained snips
and snails and puppy dogs' tails, with the puppies fast to the tails, of
course, and the streets were covered with them. Then it rained a few ice
cream cones, and Uncle Wiggily and the giant boy had all they wanted to
eat, the giant eating fourteen thousand seven hundred and eighty-six, and
part of another one, while Uncle Wiggily had only two cones.

"Oh, there is the rainbow!" cried the boy giant at last, as he saw the
beautiful gold and green and orange and red colors in the sky. "Now for
the pot of gold."

So he and Uncle Wiggily started off together to find it. But they had not
gone very far through the woods before they met the papa giant.

"Where are you going?" he asked of them.

"To the end of the rainbow to get the pot of gold," said the giant's
little boy.

"You don't need to," said the giant, "for there is none there. That is
only a fairy story. Wait, I'll show you."

So he stretched out his long arm as far as it would go and he reached away
down to the end of the rainbow and he felt all around with his long
fingers, and sure enough, there wasn't a bit of gold there, for his hand
came back empty.

"It's too bad," said the giant's little boy to Uncle Wiggily. "There is
nothing there for you. But perhaps you will find your fortune to-morrow.
Come and stay with me until morning."

So Uncle Wiggily went back to the giant's house, and the next day quite a
surprising adventure occurred to him, and in case the gasoline in my
motorboat doesn't wash all the paint off my red necktie I'll tell you next
about Uncle Wiggily and Grand-daddy Longlegs.




STORY XXXI

UNCLE WIGGILY AND DADDY LONGLEGS


Uncle Wiggily got up early the morning after the good giant had shown him
that there wasn't any gold at the end of the rainbow. The old gentleman
rabbit looked where a place had been set for him at the table, but alas
and alack a-day, the table was almost as high from the floor as the church
steeple is from the ground, and Uncle Wiggily could not reach up to it.

"Hum, let's see what we will do," spoke the papa giant. "I know, I'll get
a spool of thread from the lady giant next door, and that will answer for
a table for you, Uncle Wiggily, and you can use another toothpick for a
chair."

So while the boy giant went for the spool of thread, the papa giant served
Uncle Wiggily's breakfast. First he brought in a washtub full of milk and
a bushel basket full of oatmeal.

"What is that for?" asked the rabbit in surprise.

"That is for your breakfast," was the answer. "Isn't it enough? Because I
can get you more in a jiffy, if you want it."

"Oh, it is entirely too much," said Uncle Wiggily. "I can only take a
little of that oatmeal."

"Very well, then, I will take this myself, and get you a small dish full,"
spoke the papa giant, and he ate all that oatmeal and milk up at one
mouthful, but even then it was hardly enough to fill his hollow tooth.

Then the boy giant came back with the spool, which was as big as the
dining-room table in a rabbit's house. Up at this new table the traveling
uncle sat, and he ate a very good breakfast indeed.

"Now I must start off again to seek my fortune," he said, as he took his
crutch, striped red, green and yellow, like a cow's horn. Oh, excuse me! I
was thinking of circus balloons, I guess. Anyhow Uncle Wiggily took his
crutch and valise, and, as he was about to start off, the boy giant said:

"I will walk along a short distance with you, and in case any bad animals
try to hurt you I'll drive them away."

"Oh, I don't believe any one will harm me," spoke the rabbit, but
nevertheless something did happen to him. As he and the boy giant were
walking along, all of a sudden there was a noise from behind a big, black
stump, and out jumped a big, black bear. He rushed right at the rabbit,
and called out:

"Ha! Now I have you! I've been waiting a long while for you, and I thought
you'd never come. But, better late than never. Now for my dinner! I've had
the fire made for some time to cook you, and the kettle is boiling for
tea." He was just going to grab our Uncle Wiggily, when the giant's little
boy called out:

"Here, you let that rabbit alone! He's a friend of mine!" But, listen to
this, the bear never thought a thing about a boy giant being with Uncle
Wiggily, and he never even looked up at him. Only when the bear heard the
giant's boy speaking he thought it was distant thunder, and he said:

"Oh, I must hurry home with that rabbit before it rains. I don't like to
get wet!"

"Yes, I guess you _will_ hurry home!" cried the giant's boy, and with that
he reached over, and he grabbed that black, ugly bear by his short, stumpy
tail and he flung him away over the tree tops, like a skyrocket, and it
was some time before that bear came down. And when he did, he didn't feel
like bothering Uncle Wiggily any more.

"Now I guess you'll be all right for a while on your travels," said the
boy giant as he called good-by to the old gentleman rabbit. "Send me a
souvenir postal when you find your fortune, and if any bad animals bother
you, just telephone for me, and I'll come and serve them as I did the
bear."

Then the old gentleman rabbit thanked the boy giant, and started off
again. He traveled on and on, over hills and down in little valleys, and
across brooks that flowed over green mossy stones in the meadow, and
pretty soon Uncle Wiggily came to a big gray stone in the middle of a
field. And, as he looked at the stone, the old gentleman rabbit saw
something red fluttering behind it, and he heard a noise like some one
crying.

"Ha! Here is where I must be careful!" exclaimed the rabbit to himself.
"Perhaps that is a red fox behind the stone, and he is making believe cry,
so as to bring me up close, and then he'll jump out and grab me. No
indeed, I'm going to run back."

Well, Uncle Wiggily was just going to run back, when he happened to look
again, and there, instead of a fox behind the stone, it was a little boy,
with red trousers on, and he was crying as hard as he could cry, that boy
was.

"What is the matter, my little chap?" asked the rabbit kindly. "Are you
crying because you have on red trousers instead of blue? I think red is a
lovely color myself. I wish I had red ears, as well as red eyes."

"Oh, I am not crying for that," said the little boy, wiping away his
tears on a big green leaf, "but you see I am like Bo-peep, only I have
lost my cows, instead of my sheep, and I don't know where to find them."

"Oh, I'll help you look," said Uncle Wiggily. "I am pretty good at finding
lost cows. Come, we'll hunt farther." So off they started together, Uncle
Wiggily holding the little boy by one of his paws - one of the rabbit's
paws, I mean.

Well, they looked and looked, but they couldn't seem to find those cows.
They looked at one hill, and on top of another hill, and down in the
hollows, and under the trees by the brook, but no cows were to be seen.

"Oh, dear!" cried the little boy, "if I don't find them soon there'll be
no milk for dinner."

"And I am very thirsty, too," said the rabbit. "I wish I had a drink of
milk. But where in the world can those cows be?" and he looked up into the
sky, not because he thought the cows were there, but so that he might
think better. Then he looked down at the ground, and, as he did so he saw
a little red creature with eight long legs, and the creature wiggled one
leg at the rabbit friendly-like as if to shake hands.

"Why don't you ask me where the cows are?" said the long-legged insect.

"Why, can you tell?" inquired Uncle Wiggily.

"Of course I can. I'm a grand-daddy longlegs, and I can always tell where
the cows are," was the reply. "Just you ask me."

So Uncle Wiggily and the little boy, both together, politely asked where
they could find the cows, and the grand-daddy just pointed with one long
leg off toward the woods where the rabbit and boy hadn't thought of
looking before that.

"You'll find your cows there," said grand-daddy longlegs, and then he
hurried home to his dinner. And Uncle Wiggily and the boy went over to the
woods, and there in the shade by a brook - sure enough were the cows,
chewing their gum - I mean their cuds. And they were just waiting to be
driven home.

So Uncle Wiggily, and the boy with the red trousers, drove the cows home,
and they were milked, and the old gentleman rabbit had several glasses
full - glasses full of milk, not cows, you know. Goodness me! A cow
couldn't get into a glass could it? I guess not!

And after that Uncle Wiggily - -

Well, but see here now. I think I've put enough adventures about Uncle
Wiggily in this book, and I must save some for another one. So I think I
will call the following book "Uncle Wiggily's Travels," for he still kept
on traveling after his fortune you know. And he found it, too, which is
the best part of it. Oh, my yes! He found his fortune all right. Don't
worry about that. And in the next book, the very first thing he did, was
to have an adventure with a red squirrel-girl, who was some relation to
Johnnie and Billie Bushytail.

So that's all there is to Uncle Wiggily, for a little while, if you
please, but if you want to hear anything else about him I'll try, later
on, to tell you some more stories. And now, dear children, good-bye.

THE END.

[Transcriber note:
The last line of Chapter VI actually ended: "...in their rams."

Chapter XI: original reads: He thought he saw a chance to escape
runing across]







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