[Illustration: BILLY RAN BETWEEN THE SHORT, FAT LEGS OF THE COOK AND
UPSET HIM. (PAGE 20)]
BILLY WHISKERS
OUT FOR FUN
BY
FRANCES TREGO MONTGOMERY
AUTHOR OF “BILLY WHISKERS,” “BILLY WHISKERS’ KIDS,” “BILLY
WHISKERS’ ADVENTURES,” “BILLY WHISKERS IN THE MOVIES,”
“FRANCES AND THE IRREPRESSIBLES AT BUENA
VISTA FARM,” “THE WONDERFUL ELECTRIC
ELEPHANT,” ETC., ETC.
[Illustration]
ILLUSTRATED BY PAUL HAWTHORNE
THE SAALFIELD PUBLISHING COMPANY
AKRON, OHIO NEW YORK
MADE IN U. S. A.
Copyright 1922
by
The Saalfield Publishing Co.
CONTENTS
CHAPTER PAGE
I BILLY WHISKERS, NANNIE, STUBBY AND BUTTON START
ON A PLEASURE TRIP 7
II BILLY WHISKERS, STUBBY AND BUTTON VISIT THE
COUNTY FAIR 15
III WHAT BEFELL THE CHUMS IN TOWN 27
IV BILLY HAS AN EXCITING EXPERIENCE 35
V BILLY HAS ANOTHER EXCITING EXPERIENCE 45
VI BILLY FINDS NANNIE IN BAD HANDS 55
VII WILD EXCITEMENT IN THE BARNYARD 69
VIII THE BURGLAR IN THE CELLAR 83
IX THE BRIDAL SUPPER 97
X A THRILLING EXPERIENCE 111
XI UNEXPECTED HAPPENINGS 125
XII THE ELEPHANT’S STORY 137
XIII BILLY WHISKERS’ STORY 149
XIV POLLY AND THE MONKEY MAKE TROUBLE 163
XV THE CIRCUS BREAKS CAMP 171
XVI THE ESCAPE FROM THE CIRCUS 177
ILLUSTRATIONS
Billy ran between the short, fat legs of the cook and upset him.
Billy and Nannie were on either side of the bull, sticking their long
horns into him.
He succeeded in lifting the bride into a crotch of the tree, but
before he could climb up the bull was upon him.
“My mother stretched out her trunk and threw the hunter over her
head.”
On that long table, set for a hundred fifty persons, each animal
found something to his taste.
“Follow me, Nannie!” called Billy and ran under the hook-and-ladder
auto.
_Billy Whiskers Out for Fun_
CHAPTER I
BILLY WHISKERS, NANNIE, STUBBY AND BUTTON START ON A PLEASURE TRIP
“My dear Nannie, what do you say to our seeking the sunny South for
the winter? I am getting too old to enjoy huddling up to the lee side
of a strawstack to keep warm or sleeping in a drafty barn. Here it is
the first of September and by traveling slowly and taking our time, we
could reach southern California by the first of November.”
“California! Did I hear you say California?”
“Yes. Why not?”
“I thought you meant Florida or Mississippi or some of those states
when you said _South_, for I always think of California as West and
cold, not warm.”
“Oh, no! I don’t like Florida and those Gulf of Mexico States as well
as the warm climate of California. They have too many crocodiles and
snakes to suit me.”
“But, Billy, think what a hard trip it would be to travel all those
thousands of miles.”
“Not at all, my dear! We would travel only when we felt like it. At
other times we could find some nice farm on which to live or a small
town to stay in and we would enjoy the change of scenery as we traveled
along from day to day. I have been on the move so much that I feel it
would be positively impossible for me to stay here on this old farm
away up in Wisconsin where nothing happens from one month’s end to the
other all winter.”
“I know, dear, you have the wanderlust in your blood, and rather than
have you stay here and be unhappy, I will go with you.”
“That is said like a darling little wife, and I know you will never
regret the trip. It will do you good and liven you up.”
“We will ask Stubby and Button if they don’t want to go with us.”
“No use asking them if they want to go for you know perfectly well that
nothing would keep them from going unless you positively forbade them
and then I doubt not that they would follow you at a close distance.”
All this conversation had taken place beside a strawstack on the farm
where Billy Whiskers had been born. As he and Nannie stood beside it
chewing the full wheat heads that had escaped the threshing machine,
Billy had thought out the plan of crossing the continent on foot just
to be doing something.
“Hi, there, Stub, you and Button come over here a minute! I have
something to tell you.”
“From the way Nannie’s eyes are sparkling, I bet it is something
exciting,” said Stubby.
“If so, hurry and tell us and relieve our feelings,” implored Button.
“I hope to goodness it has action in it, for I can’t stand this
monotonous life much longer with nothing to do but eat our three good
meals a day.”
[Illustration]
“You will find that what I have to propose to you has action in it. It
has nothing _but_ action. It is to take a short walk of three thousand
nine hundred miles or so from here to where the Pacific Ocean laps the
shores of Southern California.”
On hearing this, Stubby began to run round after his tail for joy.
“Hurrah for you!” exclaimed Button. “I am with you!” and he started to
chase the chickens around the barnyard.
After they had run off some of their excitement, the two quieted down
and Stubby came back and wanted to know when Billy proposed starting.
“This very night,” replied Billy. “There is no time like the present.
Besides, the roads are in excellent condition for traveling as we have
just had a rain that has laid the dust. It is full moon, too. We will
wait until the family have all gone to bed, then we will give a hasty
good-by to all our friends on the farm and start. And I think we better
go across the field and down through the woods at the back of the farm
buildings than along the road, as we would surely meet some farmer who
would know us and tell Mr. Windlass in which direction he had seen us
going.”
“There is only one drawback to our going and that is leaving behind
Billy Junior, my son, and his wife and darling twin grandchildren. I
hate so to say good-by that whenever I go I feel like sneaking off and
not letting anyone know I am leaving. It does no good to say good-by
and only makes me feel sad. But Nannie thinks differently. Wild horses
could not pull her away if she did not get a chance to say farewell.
There she goes now to say good-by to the chickens that have been shut
in that coop to fatten for market, but they don’t know that and they
just stuff themselves with the food that is given them and quarrel over
it, entirely oblivious of the fact that every mouthful they take puts
on more fat and brings them that much nearer the day of their death.”
Five hours after this conversation when all good-bys had been said, had
you looked you would have seen two splotches of white weaving along in
the high grass of the meadow, followed by a yellow splotch and a black
splotch. For the long journey to California had begun.
They soon crossed the meadow and came out on the railroad track that
led to Chicago by way of Milwaukee, Racine and Sheboygan. They followed
this track as it was good walking between the rails and they were in
no danger of being seen by farmers. Consequently they made good time
and stopped to rest just before daylight on the outskirts of a small
town. It was just light enough to see the smoke from the chimneys of
the houses when the four friends awoke and sat up on their haunches and
held a consultation as to whether they should go through the town or
around it.
“I need a shave,” said Billy. “Let’s go through it.”
“You don’t mean to tell me,” said Nannie, “that you would be willing to
go through the experience you once had when you were tied in a barber’s
chair and the barber shaved off your beard, would you?”
“Oh! I had forgotten about that. But you fail to mention how I stood
around the place and waited for him to go to dinner, and how I butted
him over a grocer’s wagon that was standing in front of his shop, and
when he landed, it was in the middle of a mud puddle,” and at the
memory of it Billy laughed until his sides shook.
“I too say we go through the town,” said Stubby, “for I haven’t had a
piece of butcher’s meat for ages and I should like to feel the blood
trickling down my throat when my teeth sink into it and listen to the
sound of my teeth grinding the bones. Yes, I say we go through.”
“That juicy meat sounds pretty good to me,” said Button. “I would not
mind a steak myself even should it happen to be a tough one.”
“Well, Nannie, what have you to say to our plans? Should we be unlucky
enough to be shut up, we are to baa, bark, and meow three times in
quick succession and repeat three minutes apart. This is to be a guide
to Nannie should she come back looking for us. If you hear a goat
baaing, you are to listen and see if he baas naturally or baas as the
signal says, three times every three minutes. The same way if you hear
a dog or cat, you are to make sure whether it is Stubby or Button or
some strange dog or cat.”
“That is all right for us, but what are we to do if we come to _our_
trysting-place and find no Nannie?” said Stubby.
“If I am hiding somewhere, I too will baa every three minutes. But if
you don’t hear me, you are all to begin hunting for me. For who knows
but what a farmer with a big dog might come along and carry me off in
his wagon so you could not follow my trail, or his dog chase me into
some yard where I might be shut in?”
“Never you fear, Nannie,” said Stubby. “With my nose to scent you out
and Billy’s horns to butt both the dog and farmer into next week, we
can’t lose you. No, dearie; don’t be afraid! Your dear husband isn’t
too old yet to rescue his little wife from dozens of farmers and their
dogs.”
“Oh, she will be for going around,” spoke up Billy. “_Safety First_
with her.”
“You are right, Billy. I should prefer avoiding all danger where it is
possible. Besides, it will take up much more time to go through the
town than around it.”
“Yes! But the fun and excitement we may miss!” replied Billy. “We are
out for fun and adventures as much as to get to California.”
“I have an idea!” exclaimed Button. “You go around the town, Nannie,
while we go through it and we will meet you the other side, two miles
from the limits, on the main road that runs due south. For there must
be a road running in that direction to Chicago where we make our first
turn to the West.”
“An excellent idea, Button,” declared Billy. “What say you, little
wifey?”
“Yes, I think it a good plan, for I hate excitement and crowds and
hubbub. All of which you three adore and would rather be in than not.”
And so it was decided that Billy, Stubby and Button should go through
the town and Nannie around it, meeting them the next day at noon. But
should they not appear by the day after she was either to wait for
them another day or come back and find what had happened to them. So
they all rubbed noses together, their way of kissing, and baaing,
barking and meowing good-bys and wishing good luck to each other, they
separated, Nannie going to the west to circle the town and Billy,
Stubby and Button following the railroad that led through the center of
the town.
Had they known what was in store for them, they would not have kissed
good-bys so cheerfully, I’m thinking.