MOTHER WEST WIND'S WHEN STORIES - 16 animal "When" stories for children E-Book

Thornton W. Burgess

• Herausgeber: Abela Publishing
• Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2021

Beschreibung

This volume is dedicated to that most priceless of possessions, the hearts of children, still innocent and unsullied by the world.
Herein are 16 priceless “When” stories where children are told “when” things came about to shape the animal world – stories like “When Mr. Bluebird Won His Beautiful Coat”, “When Mr. Moose Lost His Horns”, “When Mr. Kingfisher Took To The Ground” and many more. The stories are accompanied by eight full-page colour plates.
Thornton Waldo Burgess (January 17, 1874 – June 5, 1965) was an American conservationist and author of children's stories. Burgess loved the beauty of nature and its living creatures so much that he wrote about them for 50 years in books and his newspaper column, “Bedtime Stories.” He was sometimes known as the Bedtime Story-Man. By the time he retired, he had written 9 “Mother West Wind” books, more than 170 books and 15,000 stories for the daily newspaper column.
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Leseprobe

Mother West Wind’s “When” Stories

By

Thornton W. Burgess

Author Of “Old Mother West Wind,” “The Bed Time Story-Books,” Etc.

Illustrations In Color By Harrison Cady

Originally Published By

Little, Brown, And Company, Boston

[1917]

Resurrected By

Abela Publishing, London

[2021]

Mother West Wind’s “When” Stories

Typographical arrangement of this edition

© Abela Publishing 2021

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[2021]

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The Other birds laughed at him because he was so tiny

Contents

Mother West Wind “When” Stories

I.

When Mr. Bluebird Won His Beautiful Coat

II.

When Old Mr. Gopher First Got Pockets

III.

When Old Mr. Grouse Got His Snowshoes

IV.

When Old Mr. Panther Lost His Honor

V.

When Old Mr. Rat Became An Outcast

VI.

When Mr. Moose Lost His Horns

VII.

When Mr. Kingfisher Took To The Ground

VIII.

When Old Mr. Badger Learned To Stay At Home

IX.

When Bob White Won His Name

X.

When Teeny-Weeny Became Grateful

XI.

When Old Mr. Hare Became A Turncoat

XII.

When Great-Grandfather Swift First Used A Chimney

XIII.

When Peter Rabbit First Met Bluffer The Adder

XIV.

When Mr. Wood Mouse Learned From The Birds

XV.

When Mr. Hummingbird Got His Long Bill

XVI.

When Old Mr. Bat Got His Wings

Dedication

To all little children and to all those crowned with the glory of many years who still retain that priceless possession, the heart of a child, this little volume is affectionately dedicated.

Mother West Wind’s “When” Stories

I. When Mr. Bluebird Won His Beautiful Coat

OF all the joyous sounds of all the year there is none more loved by Peter Rabbit, and the rest of us for that matter, than the soft whistle of Winsome Bluebird in the spring. The first time Peter hears it he always jumps up in the air, kicks his long heels together, and does a funny little dance of pure joy, for he knows that Winsome Bluebird is the herald of sweet Mistress Spring, and that she is not far behind him. It is the end of the shivery, sad time and the beginning of the happy, glad time, and Peter rejoices when he hears that sweet, soft voice which is sometimes so hard to locate, seeming to come from everywhere and nowhere.

So Peter loves Winsome Bluebird and never tires of seeing him about.

Winsome Bluebird is the Sweet Mistress of Spring

You know he wears a very, very beautiful coat of blue, the blue of the sky when it is softest, and you love to lie on your back and look up into it and dream and dream. It always has seemed to Peter that Winsome's coat is one of the loveliest he ever has seen, as indeed it is, and that it is quite right and proper and just as it should be that one having such a beautiful voice and bringing such a beautiful message should himself be beautiful. He said as much one day when he had run over to the Smiling Pool to pay his respects to Grandfather Frog.

“Chug-a-rum! Certainly. Of course,” replied Grandfather Frog. “Winsome Bluebird has a beautiful nature and his beautiful coat is the reward which Old Mother Nature has given him. It has been in the family ever since his grandfather a thousand times removed was brave enough to become the herald of Mistress Spring.”

“Oh, Grandfather Frog, that sounds like a story,” cried Peter. “Please, please tell it to me, for I love Winsome Bluebird, and I know I shall love him more when I have learned more about him. His great-great-ever-so-great-grandfather must have done something very fine to have won such a lovely reward.”

“He did,” replied Grandfather Frog. “He became the herald of Mistress Spring when no one else would, and bravely carried his message of gladness and joy where it was sadly needed, in spite of cold and hardship which no one else was willing to face.”

“Please, please tell me all about it,” begged Peter.

Grandfather Frog appeared to consider for a few minutes, and Peter waited anxiously. Then Grandfather Frog cleared his voice. “I will,” said he, “because you ought to know it. Everybody ought to know it, and Winsome Bluebird certainly never will tell it himself. He is too modest for that. It happened a great while ago when the world was young. Mr. Bluebird was one of the quietest and most modest of all the birds. He wore just a modest gray coat, and no one took any particular notice of him. In fact, he didn't even have a name. He never quarreled with his neighbors. He never was envious of those to whom Old Mother Nature had given beautiful coats, or if he were, he never showed it. He just minded his own affairs and did his best to do his share of the work of the Great World, for even in the beginning of things there was something for each one to do.

“Old Mother Nature was very busy those days making the Great World a fit place in which to live, and as soon as she had started a new family of birds or animals she had to leave them to take care of themselves and get along as best they could. Those who were too lazy or too stupid to take care of themselves disappeared, and others took their places. There was nothing lazy or stupid about Mr. Bluebird, and he quickly learned how to take care of himself and at the same time to keep on the best of terms with his neighbors.

“When the place where the first birds lived became too crowded and old King Eagle led them out into the new land Old Mother Nature had been preparing for them, Mr. Bluebird was one of the first to follow him. The new land was very beautiful, and there was plenty of room and plenty to eat for all. Then came Jack Frost with snow and ice and drove all the birds back to the place they had come from. They made up their minds that they would stay there even if it were crowded. But after a while Old Mother Nature came to tell them that soon Jack Frost would be driven back from that wonderful new land, and sweet Mistress Spring would waken all the sleeping plants and all the sleeping insects up there so that it would be as beautiful as it was before, even more beautiful than the place where they were now. She said that she should expect them to go to the new land and make it joyous with their songs and build their homes there and help her to keep the insects and worms from eating all the green things.

“'But first I want a herald to go before Mistress Spring to tell those who have lived there all through the time of snow and ice that Mistress Spring is coming. Who will go as the herald of sweet Mistress Spring?' asked Old Mother Nature.

“All the birds looked at one another and shivered, and then one by one they tried to slip out of sight. Now Mr. Bluebird had modestly waited for some of his big, strong neighbors to offer to take the message of gladness up into that frozen land, but when he saw them slip away one by one, his heart grew hot with shame for them, and he flew out before Old Mother Nature. 'I'll go,' said he, bobbing his head respectfully.

“Old Mother Nature just had to smile, because compared with some of his neighbors Mr. Bluebird was so very small. 'What can such a little fellow as you do?' she asked. 'You will freeze to death up there, for it is still very cold.'

“'If you please, I can at least try,' replied Mr. Bluebird modestly. 'If I find I can't go on, I can come back.'

“'And what reward do you expect?' asked Old Mother Nature.