Whitefoot the Wood Mouse and Danny
Meadow Mouse had become so interested that they decided
they couldn’t afford to miss the next lesson.
Neither did either of them feel like making the long
journey to his home and back again. So Whitefoot
found a hole in a stump near by and decided to camp
out there for a few days. Danny decided to do
the same thing in a comfortable place under a pile
of brush not far away. So the next morning both
were on hand when school opened.
“I told you yesterday that I
would tell you about some of Danny’s cousins,”
began Old Mother Nature just as Chatterer the Red Squirrel,
who was late, came hurrying up quite out of breath.
“Way up in the Far North are two of Danny’s
cousins more closely related to him than to any other
members of the Mouse family. Yet, strange to
say, they are not called Mice at all, but Lemmings.
However, they belong to the Mouse family.
“Bandy the Banded Lemming is
the most interesting, because he is the one member
of the entire family who changes the color of his
coat. In summer he wears beautiful shades of
reddish brown and gray, but in winter his coat is
wholly white. He is also called the Hudson Bay
Lemming.
“Danny Meadow Mouse thinks his
tail is short, but he wouldn’t if he should
see Bandy’s tail. That is so short it hardly
shows beyond his long fur. He is about Danny’s
size, but a little stouter and stockier, and his long
fur makes him appear even thicker-bodied than he really
is. He has very short legs, and his ears are
so small that they are quite hidden in the fur around
them, so that he appears to have no ears at all.
“In that same far northern country
is a close relative called the Brown Lemming.
He is very much like Bandy save that he is all brown
and does not change his coat in winter. Both
have the same general habits, and these are much like
the habits of Danny Meadow Mouse. They make short
burrows in the ground leading to snug, warm nests of
grass and moss. In winter they make little tunnels
in every direction under the snow, with now and then
an opening to the surface.
“There are many more Brown Lemmings
than Banded Lemmings, and their little paths run everywhere
through the grass and moss. In that country
there is a great deal of moss. It covers the
ground just as grass does here. But the most
interesting thing about these Lemmings is the way
they migrate. To migrate is to move from one
part of the country to another. You know most
of the birds migrate to the Sunny South every autumn
and back every spring.
“Once in a while it happens
that food becomes very scarce where the Lemmings are.
Then very many of them get together, just as migrating
birds form great flocks, and start on a long journey
in search of a place where there is plenty of food.
They form a great army and push ahead, regardless
of everything. They swim wide rivers and even
lakes which may lie in their way. Of course,
they eat everything eatable in their path.”
“My!” exclaimed Danny
Meadow Mouse, “I’m glad I don’t live
in a country where I might have to make such long
journeys. I don’t envy those cousins up
there in the Far North a bit. I’m perfectly
satisfied to live right on the Green Meadows.”
“Which shows your good common
sense,” said Old Mother Nature. “By
the way, Danny, I suppose you are acquainted with Nimbleheels
the Jumping Mouse, who also is rather fond of the
Green Meadows. I ought to have sent word to
him to be here this morning.”
Hardly were the words out of Old Mother
Nature’s mouth when something landed in the
leaves almost at her feet and right in the middle of
school. Instantly Danny Meadow Mouse scurried
under a pile of dead leaves. Whitefoot the Wood
Mouse darted into a knothole in the log on which he
had been sitting. Jumper the Hare dodged behind
a little hemlock tree. Peter Rabbit bolted for
a hollow log. Striped Chipmunk vanished in a
hole under an old stump. Johnny Chuck backed
up against the trunk of a tree and made ready to fight.
Only Happy Jack the Gray Squirrel and Chatterer the
Red Squirrel and Prickly Porky the Porcupine, who
were sitting in trees, kept their places. You
see they felt quite safe.
As soon as all those who had run had
reached places of safety, they peeped out to see what
had frightened them so. Just imagine how very,
very foolish they felt when they saw Old Mother Nature
smiling down at a little fellow just about the size
of little Whitefoot, but with a much longer tail.
It was Nimbleheels the Jumping Mouse.
“Well, well, well,” exclaimed
Old Mother Nature. “I was just speaking
of you and wishing I had you here. How did you
happen to come? And what do you mean by scaring
my pupils half out of their wits?” Her eyes
twinkled. Nimbleheels saw this and knew that
she was only pretending to be severe.
Before he could reply Johnny Chuck
began to chuckle. The chuckle became a laugh,
and presently Johnny was laughing so hard he had to
hold his sides. Now, as you know, laughter is
catching. In a minute or so everybody was laughing,
and no one but Johnny Chuck knew what the joke was.
At last Peter Rabbit stopped laughing long enough
to ask Johnny what he was laughing at.
“At the idea of that little
pinch of nothing giving us all such a fright,”
replied Johnny Chuck. Then all laughed some more.
When they were through laughing Nimbleheels
answered Old Mother Nature’s questions.
He explained that he had heard about that school,
as by this time almost every one in the Green Forest
and on the Green Meadows had. By chance he learned
that Danny Meadow Mouse was attending. He thought
that if it was a good thing for Danny it would be
a good thing for him, so he had come.
“Just as I was almost here I
heard a twig snap behind me, or thought I did, and
I jumped so as to get here and be safe. I didn’t
suppose anyone would be frightened by little me,”
he explained. “It was some jump!”
exclaimed Jumper the Hare admiringly. “He
went right over my head, and I was sitting up at that!”
“It isn’t much of a jump
to go over your head, replied Nimbleheels. “You
ought to see me when I really try to jump. I
wasn’t half trying when I landed here.
I’m sorry I frightened all of you so.
It gives me a queer feeling just to think that I should
be able to frighten anybody. If you please,
Mother Nature, am I in time for to-day’s lesson?”
“Not for all of it, but you
are just in time for the part I wanted you here for,”
replied Old Mother Nature. “Hop up on that
log side of your Cousin Whitefoot, where all can see
you.”
Nimbleheels hopped up beside Whitefoot
the Wood Mouse, and as the two little cousins sat
side by side they were not unlike in general appearance,
though of the two Whitefoot was the prettier.
The coat of Nimbleheels was a dull yellowish, darker
on the back than on the sides. Like Whitefoot
he was white underneath. His ears were much
smaller than those of Whitefoot. But the greatest
differences between the two were in their hind legs
and tails.
The hind legs and feet of Nimbleheels
were long, on the same plan as those of Peter Rabbit.
From just a glance at them any one would know that
he was a born jumper and a good one. Whitefoot
possessed a long tail, but the tail of Nimbleheels
was much longer, slim and tapering.
“There,” said Old Mother
Nature, “is the greatest jumper for his size
among all the animals in this great country.
When I say this, I mean the greatest ground jumper.
Timmy the Flying Squirrel jumps farther, but Timmy
has to climb to a high place and then coasts down
on the air. I told you what wonderful jumps Jack
Rabbit can make, but if he could jump as high and far
for his size as Nimbleheels can jump for his size,
the longest jump Jack has ever made would seem nothing
more than a hop. By the way, both Nimbleheels
and Whitefoot have small pockets in their cheeks.
Tell us where you live, Nimbleheels.”
“I live among the weeds along
the edge of the Green Meadows,” replied Nimbleheels,
“though sometimes I go way out on the Green
Meadows. But I like best to be among the weeds
because they are tall and keep me well hidden, and
also because they furnish me plenty to eat.
You see, I live largely on seeds, though I am also
fond of berries and small nuts, especially beechnuts.
Some of my family prefer the Green Forest, especially
if there is a Laughing Brook or pond in it. Personally
I prefer, as I said before, the edge of the Green
Meadows.”
“Do you make your home under
the ground?” asked Striped Chipmunk.
“For winter, yes,” replied
Nimbleheels. “In summer I sometimes put
my nest just a few inches under ground, but often I
hide it under a piece of bark or in a thick clump
of grass, just as Danny Meadow Mouse often does his.
In the fall I dig a deep burrow, deep enough to be
beyond the reach of Jack Frost, and in a nice little
bedroom down there I sleep the winter away. I
have little storerooms down there too, in which I
put seeds, berries and nuts. Then when I do wake
up I have plenty to eat.”
“I might add,” said Old
Mother Nature, “that when he goes to sleep for
the winter he curls up in a little ball with his long
tail wrapped around him, and in his bed of soft grass
he sleeps very sound indeed. Like Johnny Chuck
he gets very fat before going to sleep. Now,
Nimbleheels, show us how you can jump.”
Nimbleheels hopped down from the log
on which he had been sitting and at once shot into
the air in such a high, long, beautiful jump that
everybody exclaimed. This way and that way he
went in great leaps. It was truly wonderful.
“That long tail is what balances
him,” explained Old Mother Nature. “If
he should lose it he would simply turn over and over
and never know where or how he was going to land.
His jumping is done only in times of danger.
When he is not alarmed he runs about on the ground
like the rest of the Mouse family. This is all
for to-day. To-morrow I will tell you still more
about the Mouse family.”