SAMMY JAY SENDS MRS. QUACK TO THE SWAMP
When Sammy Jay left Mr. Quack in the
swamp over by the bank of the Big River, he flew straight
back to the Smiling Pool. At first he thought
of flying out over the Big River and screaming the
news to Mrs. Quack, who, you know, was swimming about
out there. But he knew that if he did, she would
very likely fly right over where Mr. Quack was, and
that wouldn’t do at all. No, indeed, that
wouldn’t do at all. One of the hunters
would be sure to see her. So Sammy wisely flew
back to the Smiling Pool to wait until Mrs. Quack should
come back there for the night.
Of course he told Peter Rabbit all
about Mr. Quack, and Peter was so delighted at the
thought that Mr. Quack was alive that he capered about
in quite the craziest way. “Does Mrs. Quack
know yet?” asked Peter.
Sammy shook his head. “I’m
going to tell her when she comes back here to-night,”
he explained. “I was afraid if I told her
before then she would fly straight to him and perhaps
get them both in trouble.”
“Quite right, Sammy! Quite
right!” Peter exclaimed. “I wouldn’t
have thought of that. My, won’t she be happy
when you do tell her! I wonder what she’ll
say and what she’ll do. I’m going
to stay right here so as to see her when she hears
the good news. Here comes your cousin, Blacky
the Crow. Does he know yet?”
“No,” replied Sammy, “but
I’m going to tell him as soon as he gets here.”
They watched Blacky draw nearer and nearer, and as
soon as he was within hearing Sammy shouted the news.
“Caw, caw, caw,” replied Blacky, hurrying
a little faster.
As soon as he reached the Big Hickory-tree,
Sammy told the whole story over again, and Blacky
was quite as glad as the others. While they waited
for Mrs. Quack he told how he had hunted and hunted
along the farther bank of the Big River and how he
had seen the hunters with their terrible guns hiding
and had warned Mrs. Quack just where each one was.
Jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was getting
ready to go to bed behind the Purple Hills and the
Black Shadows were beginning to creep out over the
Green Meadows before Mrs. Quack came. In fact,
Sammy Jay and Blacky were getting very uneasy.
It was almost bed-time for them, for neither of them
dared stay out after dark. They had almost made
up their minds to leave Peter to tell the news when
they saw Mrs. Quack coming swiftly from the direction
of the Big River. She looked so sad and discouraged
that even Blacky the Crow was sorry for her, and you
know Blacky isn’t much given to such feelings.
“What’s the news, Mrs.
Quack?” asked Peter, his eyes dancing.
“There isn’t any,” replied Mrs.
Quack.
“Oh, yes, there is!” cried
Sammy Jay, who couldn’t possibly keep still
any longer.
“What is it?” demanded
Mrs. Quack eagerly, and it seemed to Peter that there
was a wee bit of hope in her voice.
“Did you happen to notice that
just before the Laughing Brook joins the Big River
it flows through a little swamp?” asked Sammy.
Mrs. Quack nodded her head rapidly.
“What of it?” she demanded.
“Nothing much, only if I were
you I would go down there after dark,” replied
Sammy.
Mrs. Quack looked up at Sammy sharply.
“Why should I go down there?” she asked.
“If I tell you, will you wait
until I get quite through?” asked Sammy in his
turn.
Mrs. Quack promised that she would.
“Well, then,” replied
Sammy, “this afternoon I found a stranger hiding
in there, a stranger with a beautiful green head and
neck and a white collar.”
“Mr. Quack! Oh, it was
Mr. Quack!” cried Mrs. Quack joyfully and lifted
her wings as if she would start for the swamp at once.
“Stop!” cried Sammy sharply.
“You said you would wait until I am through.
It won’t do for you to go there until after dark,
because there is a hunter hiding very near Mr. Quack’s
hiding-place. Wait until it is dark and he has
gone home. Then take my advice, and when you
have found Mr. Quack, bring him right up here to the
Smiling Pool. He can’t fly, but he can swim
up the Laughing Brook, and this is the safest place
for both of you. Now good night and good luck.”