Bumper the White Rabbit

<h2>STORY XVI<br/>BUMPER BECOMES THE WHITE KING OF THE RABBITS</h2></div> <p>What Bumper saw and smelt when he hopped into the burrow under the rocks made a great impression upon his mind. It was a large burrow directly under the huge rock, with no other entrance to it than the one through the hollow tree trunk. No wonder the fox couldn't reach the rabbits! They were as well protected from him as if they lived in a house of stone.</p> <p>There were all sizes of rabbits around him&mdash;little ones scarcely able to hop around without falling over, big, husky fellows with fierce looking muzzles and eyes, and very old ones who seemed too feeble to move very fast. But it was the one who had commanded the others to let Bumper in that attracted his attention the most.</p> <p>He had been a big, stalwart rabbit at one time, and his frame was still large and angular, but age had shrunken his body and haunches, and his cheeks were thin and wrinkled. The eyes stared straight at Bumper as though they would go right through him. It was not until later<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_115" id="Page_115">[Pg 115]</SPAN></span> that Bumper understood it was blindness that made that stare seem so penetrating.</p> <p>"Tell me your name again!" this old patriarch said when Bumper stood trembling before him.</p> <p>"Bumper the White Rabbit!"</p> <p>The old one hopped nearer, using one of his companions as a guide.</p> <p>"Is it true," he asked finally, turning to the others, "that he's white?"</p> <p>"Yes," they all responded in chorus.</p> <p>"No gray or brown hairs on him?"</p> <p>"No gray or brown hairs on him."</p> <p>"Be sure!" commanded the old leader. "Lick them to see if the gray shows underneath."</p> <p>Several obeyed this order, and Bumper felt as if he was being washed all over, so vigorously did the tongues of his cousins lick him to discover any fraud.</p> <p>"He still remains white," one of the rabbits said finally. "There are no gray or brown hairs underneath."</p> <p>"That is well!" ejaculated the blind leader. "Now tell me the color of his eyes."</p> <p>"Pink!" they cried.</p> <p>"Ah!" The blind rabbit seemed suddenly excited and trembled with emotion. "Pure white, you say, and pink eyes! Is he a young rabbit, or very, very old?"<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_116" id="Page_116">[Pg 116]</SPAN></span></p> <p>"He is young, no older than Piggy."</p> <p>"Then it must be true," murmured the old blind patriarch. "It must be true."</p> <p>The others were all quiet, and waited for their wise, blind leader to speak again. This he did after a long pause.</p> <p>"Years ago," he began slowly, "there was a white rabbit who was sent to us as a leader. He was the wisest and shrewdest and bravest of our kind. Where he came from no one knew. We made him king, and he ruled wisely and well for many years. He died before I was born, and that you know was a long time ago. Before he died he told us that some day another white rabbit, with pink eyes, would come to us, and his coming would be as strange and unknown as his."</p> <p>The speaker stopped and seemed to weigh his words. All the rabbits held their breaths, and glanced from the blind leader to Bumper.</p> <p>"When he came&mdash;this white rabbit, with pink eyes&mdash;we were to receive him and make him our king and leader. His wisdom would be greater than that of all ours combined, and in time he would deliver us from our enemies. You know how it is with us in the woods here. We're the meekest and most innocent of the wild animals. Even the birds prey upon us at times, and Mr. Fox and Buster the Bear hold us in contempt<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_117" id="Page_117">[Pg 117]</SPAN></span> because we cannot defend ourselves. We would live on friendly terms with all the wild creatures of the woods, but they won't let us."</p> <p>He sighed, and then continued: "Our only weapon is our teeth, but we never use them except to chew our food. Yet they are as sharp as those of the Squirrel, and nearly as long as those of the Fox. Yet we don't know how to use them in defence, or if we do we're too timid to attempt it. We're cowardly, and easily get frightened so that our enemies kill us without danger to themselves. They all hold us in contempt here in the woods."</p> <p>This remarkable speech made many of the rabbits drop their heads in dejection, for the truth of it was all too well known to them.</p> <p>"But this new leader and king was to deliver us from our fear and timidity," the blind speaker continued. "He was to show us how we could make friends with all through his wisdom and foresight. We have been waiting for him for many, many years, and now that he has come we should be glad and joyful. Let us do homage to Bumper the White Rabbit, for he is our new leader and king! I am happy to live to see the day come when I could welcome him! My only regret is that age has blinded me, and I cannot<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_118" id="Page_118">[Pg 118]</SPAN></span> see him with my own eyes. I could die in peace then!"</p> <p>With that the blind, old rabbit humbled himself before Bumper and kissed one of his paws. This apparently was the signal for all the others to do likewise. They came to him in turn, and promised to follow and obey his word, secretly admiring his white fur and pink eyes.</p> <p>To Bumper this sudden change of hostility to abject admiration and worship was embarrassing. His mind was all in a whirl, and when the others knelt before him and kissed his paw he could find no words to say. He simply smiled as graciously as he could, and accepted the homage in silence.</p> <p>Without knowing it this was the correct thing to do. It was more impressive than if he had protested or tried to explain that there was a mistake. He was almost king-like in his attitude without trying to be so.</p> <p>It all seemed like a dream to him. He was led away to the choicest sleeping part of the burrow, and attendants brought him food and drink. There was always some one to wait on him no matter what he wanted to do. It was slightly embarrassing at first, but, as the novelty of it wore off he accepted the situation with a smile.</p> <p>"If they take me for their king, why not act the part?" he asked himself. "I believe I could<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_119" id="Page_119">[Pg 119]</SPAN></span> do it. I certainly look more like a king than any of the others. And I'm prettier than any of my cousins."</p> <p>Bumper was in danger of getting intolerably conceited, and for a time he showed it; but his better sense came to his rescue finally.</p> <p>"If I'm going to be their king and leader," he concluded, "I'll try to be a wise and good one. I'll not disappoint them. I'll listen to Mr. Blind Rabbit, and when I know all he does I'll try to use the knowledge for the good of all the rabbits in the woods."</p> <p>So Bumper the White Rabbit did not regret his loss of the red-headed girl and the beautiful garden, for in becoming the king of the wild rabbits he had a greater career before him, and how well he acquitted himself in that position we shall see in future stories, in the book entitled</p> <p>"Bumper the White Rabbit in the Woods."</p> <hr class="full" /> <h2>WHITE TAIL'S ADVENTURES</h2> <h2>STORY I</h2> <p style="text-align:center"><span class="smcap">White Tail Jumps Stepping Stone Brook</span></p> <p>White Tail grew rapidly in size and strength, his long, clean limbs showing taut muscles and great springing power; and his neck grew thick and short, which is well for a buck, who must use it in savage thrusts when the head is a battering ram. His horns were short and bony, but they protruded in front like knobs against which it would be unpleasant to fall.</p> <p>But his antlers were his pride. They spread out fan-shape on his head, crowning it with a glory that made Mother Deer supremely happy. At times it seemed as if the antlers were too heavy for the head and neck, but White Tail carried them easily, and when he shook them in sport or anger any one could see they were just fitted to him.</p> <p>In time he stood as high as Father Buck, and a head taller than Mother Deer. The day the tip of his antlers reached an inch above Father Buck's, he felt a little thrill of pride.</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> WHITE TAIL THE DEER'S ADVENTURES<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. Wabash Ave.<br/>CHICAGO, ILL.</td> <td align="center">Winston Building<br/>PHILADELPHIA, PA.</td> <td align="right">129 Spadina Ave.<br/>TORONTO, ONT.</td> </tr> </table></div> <hr class="major" /> <h2>WASHER THE RACCOON</h2> <h2>STORY ONE</h2> <p style="text-align:center"><span class="smcap">Washer's First Adventure</span></p> <p>Washer was the youngest of a family of three Raccoons, born in the woods close to the shores of Beaver Pond, and not half a mile from Rocky Falls where the water, as you know, turns into silvery spray that sparkles in the sun-shine like diamonds and rubies. And, indeed, the animals and birds of the North Woods much prefer this glittering spray and foam that rise in a steady cloud from the bottom of the falls to all the jewels and gems ever dug out of the earth! For, though each drop sparkles but a moment, and then vanishes from sight, there are a million others to follow it, and when you bathe in them they wash and scour away the dirt, and make you clean and fresh in body and soul.</p> <p>Washer had his first great adventure at Rocky Falls, and it is a wonder that he ever lived to tell the tale, for the water which flows over the falls is almost as cruel and terrible as it Is sparkling and inviting. But...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> WASHER THE RACCOON<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. Wabash Ave.<br/>CHICAGO, ILL.</td> <td align="center">Winston Building<br/>PHILADELPHIA, PA.</td> <td align="right">129 Spadina Ave.<br/>TORONTO, ONT.</td> </tr> </table></div> <hr class="major" /> <h2>WHITE TAIL THE DEER</h2> <h2>STORY I</h2> <p style="text-align:center"><span class="smcap">White Tail's First Lesson</span></p> <p>High among the timberland of the North Woods White Tail the Deer was born, and if you had stumbled upon his home in the thickets you would have been surprised by a noise like the rushing of the wind, and then by a very remarkable silence that could almost be felt. The first was made by Mother White Tail as she deserted her young and took to quick flight.</p> <p>White Tail, crouching low down in the bushes, so still that he scarcely moved a hair, would hide his beautiful head in the branches and leaves like an obedient child. Left alone he knew that his one chance of escape was not to move or whimper or cry.</p> <p>That was the first lesson White Tail was taught by his mother&mdash;to keep absolutely quiet in the presence of danger. When he was so small that he could hardly hold up his head, she whispered to him: "Listen, White Tail! When I give the signal that the hunters are coming, you must flatten yourself down...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> WHITE TAIL THE DEER<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. Wabash Ave.<br/>CHICAGO, ILL.</td> <td align="center">Winston Building<br/>PHILADELPHIA, PA.</td> <td align="right">129 Spadina Ave.<br/>TORONTO, ONT.</td> </tr> </table></div> <hr class="major" /> <h2>BUSTER THE BIG BROWN BEAR'S ADVENTURES</h2> <h2>STORY I</h2> <p style="text-align:center"><span class="smcap">Buster Visits His Birthplace</span></p> <p>Buster's return to the North Woods, after his many travels in different parts of the country as a trick bear in a circus, was an important event to him. He had been away so long&mdash;ever since he was a little cub&mdash;that nothing seemed familiar to him. His recollection of the river that flowed in front of the cave where he had been born was very dim and uncertain, and he was not sure which way to go when he had crossed it.</p> <p>Browny the Woodchuck had informed him that he was in the North Woods when he waded up on shore, but Browny had an important engagement with his family, and immediately left him. Happy and excited that he was now free in the woods, and no longer in danger of being pursued and captured, Buster for a time was satisfied in roaming around in the bushes, eating the wild fruit and berries.</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BUSTER THE BIG BROWN BEAR'S ADVENTURES<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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"I can't expect to have such good luck another winter. But my!"&mdash;smiling in recollection&mdash;"those nuts were delicious!"</p> <p>He smacked his lips at the thought, and right on top of it came the low trill of a bird. It was Goldy the Oriole, who had just returned north.</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BOBBY GRAY SQUIRREL'S ADVENTURES<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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It was in one of these holes, or caves, that Buster was born.</p> <p>He didn't mind the hard rocky floor of his bed a bit, nor did he mind the darkness, nor the cold winds that swept through the open doorway. He was so well protected by his...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BUSTER THE BIG BROWN BEAR<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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So Bumper found in a short time that he had missed a good deal in always looking for the worst in others instead of for the best.</p> <p>Only a few days after his change of plans, which was told of in a former book, Bumper stumbled upon Sleepy the Opossum in a tree, with his eyes closed in slumber. At first he...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BUMPER THE WHITE RABBIT AND HIS FRIENDS<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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So instead of chattering pleasantly with him, they shook their heads and preached to him.</p> <p>"Why don't you get busy these pleasant days, Bobby, and store up food for the winter?" Gray Back the Weasel asked reprovingly one bright, sunny day.</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BOBBY GRAY SQUIRREL<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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At first he was for telling them he was no leader, and not fit to be their king; but, as he was very lonely and without a...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BUMPER THE WHITE RABBIT IN THE WOODS<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. 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They came to pass in the first year of their reign, for Bumper the white rabbit was not content to be idle when his people were surrounded by so many enemies that their lives were never safe.</p> <p>Some kings just eat and drink and make merry the live long day, and forget all about duty; but lots of such kings have lost their thrones, and others who have ruled wisely have been blessed with many friends, and when they died all the people mourned their loss.</p> <p>Bumper the white rabbit intended to be a good and wise ruler, and therefore he spent much time in trying to think of ways to help his wild cousins of the woods. The story of how he escaped from the garden owned by the...</p> <div style="font-size:80%"> <p style="text-align:center">The continuation of this interesting story will be found in<br/> BUMPER THE WHITE RABBIT AND HIS FOES<br/> Price 65 Cents Postpaid<br/> THE JOHN C. WINSTON COMPANY, Publishers</p> <table border="0" width="500" cellpadding="2" cellspacing="0" summary=""> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <col style="width:30%;" /> <tr> <td align="left">517 S. Wabash Ave.<br/>CHICAGO, ILL.</td> <td align="center">Winston Building<br/>PHILADELPHIA, PA.</td> <td align="right">129 Spadina Ave.<br/>TORONTO, ONT.</td> </tr> </table></div> <hr class="full" /> <div class='tnote'><h3>Transcriber's Notes</h3> <p>1. Punctuation has been normalized to contemporary standards.</p> <p>2. Frontispiece illustration relocated to after title page.</p> </div> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />