Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
“HE SAW SOMETHING VERY DROLL WAS GOING ON.”
“And as he looked, the little black holes turned into bright black eyes; the bits of stems were changed to legs and arms and feet and sprawling little bodies, that rolled and twisted, and skipped and jumped, and twinkled and whirled in endless reels and jigs; in short, he saw a whole village of jolly little fairy folk at their revels.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
ON THE ISLAND.
. . . Old Janet settled herself a little further off, winking and blinking at thought of the pleasure at hand. For at these times Nellie told them stories; and if you think they did not understand, I can only say that it was Nellie’e belief that her goats understood every word.
From the story “Nellie Ogg And Her Goats.”
Prattles For Our Boys and Girls.
Hurst & Co.: New York. 1912.
Drop That Whip!
Billy was right; the driver who was a poorly-paid half-breed Mexican had had enough of driving goats, and he was going back home and tell his master that a man came along and stole his goats from him; but not until they had had a terrible fight, which ended in his assailant throwing him into the lake for dead.
Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
Button climbed up a tree. . .
He saw a large white goat was loitering behind as if looking for a chance to escape. But every time she did so the man who was driving them gave her a cut with a long-lash whip.
“Did you see that man strike her?” asked Billy Jr. in an angry voice. “He has struck her for the last time, for I shall break his back and butt him into the lake.” Like a shot from a gun Billy Jr. darted down the road.
Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
San Francisco to Oakland to Sacramento!
“Let us cross the bay to Oakland as soon as we can. Perhaps the quake will not run under the bay and we will be safe if we can reach Oakland.” And the three ran down the street keeping together this time, for they knew every-one was too excited to pay attention to them.
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“All aboard for Sacramento and the far east,” called the conductor, as he swung himself onto the train as it moved slowly out of the depot.
“Now,” said Billy, “we must follow the track the train is on until we get out of the city and then we will be all right, for there will be only one track running east.
Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums.
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
AFTER EATING EVERYTHING IN THE EATABLE LINE, HE STUCK HIS HEAD IN A BARREL OF MOLASSES.
Dick related how Billy got into mischief every single place he landed, until he told him that if he got into any more, the next place they stopped he would tie him up. This threat was enough to make Billy behave, for if there was one thing he hated more than any other, it was to be tied up; Billy must be free to roam if he wanted to be happy.
At one place Billy had run into a grocery store, and after upsetting things generally and eating everything he came across in the eatable line, he had stuck his head in a barrel of molasses and got his beard all sticky, which he had afterwards tried to lick off. In fact, he had nearly fallen out of the biplane, having forgotten to hold on.
“I do hope my watchman will look after him, though,” said Dick, “for if he don’t, Billy surely will go roving and get lost or stolen, and I should hate to have anything happen to him, for he certainly is a great deal of company away up there in the clouds.”
Billy Whiskers In An Aeroplane.
Written by Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrations by Constance White.
The Saalfield Publishing Company: Chicago – Akron, Ohio – New York. 1912.
AFTER EATING EVERYTHING IN THE EATABLE LINE, HE STUCK HIS HEAD IN A BARREL OF MOLASSES.
Dick related how Billy got into mischief every single place he landed, until he told him that if he got into any more, the next place they stopped he would tie him up. This threat was enough to make Billy behave, for if there was one thing he hated more than any other, it was to be tied up; Billy must be free to roam if he wanted to be happy.
At one place Billy had run into a grocery store, and after upsetting things generally and eating everything he came across in the eatable line, he had stuck his head in a barrel of molasses and got his beard all sticky, which he had afterwards tried to lick off. In fact, he had nearly fallen out of the biplane, having forgotten to hold on.
“I do hope my watchman will look after him, though,” said Dick, “for if he don’t, Billy surely will go roving and get lost or stolen, and I should hate to have anything happen to him, for he certainly is a great deal of company away up there in the clouds.”
Billy Whiskers In An Aeroplane.
Written by Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrations by Constance White.
The Saalfield Publishing Company: Chicago – Akron, Ohio – New York. 1912.
Billy Wipes Out Old Scores
He would walk up and chew the pig-tail off the Chinaman’s head, as he would a straw rope. This would be the worst punishment he could possibly inflict on the Chinaman, and would wipe out old scores.
But what if his rope would not be long enough to reach the sleeping Chinaman. He advanced cautiously, and, oh joy! It would just allow him to touch the Chinaman’s head, and he could chew the cue off close to the scalp, which would make the man more angry than ever.
At first Billy chewed slowly and cautiously for fear of waking the Chinaman, but he soon saw he need have no fear. He was not to be awakened even by a thunder-bolt.
Billy Whiskers, Jr. and His Chums
By Frances Trego Montgomery.
Illustrated by Hugo von Hofsten.
The Saalfield, Publishing Company: Chicago, Akron, Ohio & New York. 1907.
The Pygmies had but one thing to trouble them in the world. They were constantly at war with the cranes, and had always been so, ever since the long-lived Giant could remember. From time to time, very terrible battles had been fought in which sometimes the little men won the victory, and sometimes the cranes. According to some historians, the Pygmies used to go to the battle, mounted on the backs of goats and rams; but such animals as these must have been far too big for Pygmies to ride upon; so that, I rather suppose, they rode on squirrelback, or rabbitback, or ratback, or perhaps got upon hedgehogs, whose prickly quills would be very terrible to the enemy. However this might be, and whatever creatures the Pygmies rode upon, I do not doubt that they made a formidable appearance, armed with sword and spear, and bow and arrow, blowing their tiny trumpet, and shouting their little war cry. They never failed to exhort one another to fight bravely, and recollect that the world had its eyes upon them; although, in simple truth, the only spectator was the Giant Antaeus, with his one, great, stupid eye in the middle of his forehead.
“THE PYGMIES.”
Tanglewood Tales
Nathaniel Hawthorne
Illustrations By: Milo Winter
Rand McNally & Company: Chicago & New York. 1913.
“Polly, seeing she was safe, began to screech again, but only got as far as ‘Stink p-o-t!’ When with a bound Billy was after her again, and this time as he ran he gave a jump and bounded up high enough to knock the cage off its hook . . .”
“Consequently in a jiffy they had Billy dressed in black trousers and red jacket, with a big, black helmet on is head. Then he was told to jump on the front seat of the beautiful little brand new fire engine that was shining like gold. He was told to sit down and let his fore legs stick out like arms, and to them fastened the reins. It looked as if Billy was guiding the ponies, but in reality he was only holding the reins, for the ponies had been taught just what to do and where to go.”