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PINOCCHIO
THE TALE OF A
PUPPET
By C COLLODI
[Illustration: "HOW MUCH DOES IT COST TO GO IN?"]
[Illustration]
PINOCCHIO
THE TALE OF A
PUPPET
By C COLLODI
Illustrated By
ALICE CARSEY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE, WISCONSIN
COPYRIGHT 1916 BY
WHITMAN PUBLISHING CO.
RACINE, WISCONSIN
PRINTED IN U.S.A.
Transcriber's Note:
The untitled illustration on page 26 was not listed in the List of
Illustrations of the source book.
In several cases, missing punctuation was added or wrong punctuation
removed.
The following typos were fixed:
thouand to thousand
Harelquin to Harlequin
pretrified to petrified
CONTENTS
Chap. Page
I THE PIECE OF WOOD THAT LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD 9
II MASTER CHERRY GIVES THE WOOD AWAY 12
III GEPPETTO NAMES HIS PUPPET PINOCCHIO 16
IV THE TALKING-CRICKET SCOLDS PINOCCHIO 23
V THE FLYING EGG 26
VI PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS 29
VII GEPPETTO GIVES HIS OWN BREAKFAST TO PINOCCHIO 31
VIII GEPPETTO MAKES PINOCCHIO NEW FEET 35
IX PINOCCHIO GOES TO SEE A PUPPET-SHOW 39
X THE PUPPETS RECOGNIZE THEIR BROTHER PINOCCHIO 42
XI FIRE-EATER SNEEZES AND PARDONS PINOCCHIO 45
XII PINOCCHIO RECEIVES A PRESENT OF FIVE GOLD PIECES 49
XIII THE INN OF THE RED CRAW-FISH 57
XIV PINOCCHIO FALLS AMONG ASSASSINS 61
XV THE ASSASSINS HANG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK 65
XVI THE BEAUTIFUL CHILD RESCUES THE PUPPET 71
XVII PINOCCHIO WILL NOT TAKE HIS MEDICINE 75
XVIII PINOCCHIO AGAIN MEETS THE FOX AND THE CAT 81
XIX PINOCCHIO IS ROBBED OF HIS MONEY 87
XX PINOCCHIO STARTS BACK TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE 91
XXI PINOCCHIO ACTS AS WATCH-DOG 94
XXII PINOCCHIO DISCOVERS THE ROBBERS 97
XXIII PINOCCHIO FLIES TO THE SEASHORE 101
XXIV PINOCCHIO FINDS THE FAIRY AGAIN 109
XXV PINOCCHIO PROMISES THE FAIRY TO BE GOOD 116
XXVI THE TERRIBLE DOG-FISH 120
XXVII PINOCCHIO IS ARRESTED BY THE GENDARMES 126
XXVIII PINOCCHIO ESCAPES BEING FRIED LIKE A FISH 133
XXIX HE RETURNS TO THE FAIRY'S HOUSE 139
XXX THE "LAND OF BOOBIES" 147
XXXI PINOCCHIO ENJOYS FIVE MONTHS OF HAPPINESS 153
XXXII PINOCCHIO TURNS INTO A DONKEY 160
XXXIII PINOCCHIO IS TRAINED FOR THE CIRCUS 167
XXXIV PINOCCHIO IS SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH 178
XXXV A HAPPY SURPRISE FOR PINOCCHIO 186
XXXVI PINOCCHIO AT LAST CEASES TO BE A PUPPET AND BECOMES A BOY 194
LINE ILLUSTRATIONS
DECORATIVE TITLE PAGE 1
THE RUNAWAY PUPPET 9
GEPPETTO CARRIED OFF HIS FINE PIECE OF WOOD 12
HE SET TO WORK TO CUT OUT HIS PUPPET 16
A LITTLE CHICKEN POPPED OUT 17
PINOCCHIO THREW HIS HAMMER AT THE TALKING-CRICKET 23
UNTITLED 26
POOR PINOCCHIO'S FEET BURN TO CINDERS 29
GEPPETTO MAKES HIS PUPPET SOME CLOTHES 35
THE PUPPETS BEGAN TO DANCE MERRILY 45
PINOCCHIO MEETS THE CAT AND THE FOX 49
SPLASH! SPLASH! THEY FELL INTO THE DITCH 52
DINNER AT THE RED CRAW-FISH INN 57
PINOCCHIO ESCAPES FROM HIS ASSASSINS 61
THEY HUNG PINOCCHIO TO THE BIG OAK TREE 65
FOUR RABBITS AS BLACK AS INK ENTERED 69
THE FALCON SAVES PINOCCHIO 71
PINOCCHIO REFUSES TO TAKE HIS MEDICINE 75
TREACHEROUS COMPANIONS 81
THE JUDGE WAS A BIG APE 87
PINOCCHIO GETS HIS FOOT CAUGHT IN A TRAP 94
THE NEW WATCH-DOG 97
PINOCCHIO'S WILD RIDE ON THE PIGEON'S BACK 101
AN IMMENSE SERPENT STRETCHED ACROSS THE ROAD 104
PINOCCHIO BRAVES THE SEA TO SAVE HIS FATHER 109
"SCHOOL GIVES ME PAIN ALL OVER THE BODY" 116
PINOCCHIO STARTS OFF HAPPILY FOR SCHOOL 120
"OH, I AM SICK OF BEING A PUPPET!" 121
THE BOYS THREW THEIR BOOKS AT POOR PINOCCHIO 126
THE FISHERMAN PUT HIS HAND INTO THE NET 133
THE DOG SEIZES PINOCCHIO AND ESCAPES 139
"HERE IS THE COACH!" SHOUTED CANDLEWICK 147
THEY ARRIVE IN THE "LAND OF THE BOOBIES" 153
THE BOYS ARE TURNED INTO DONKEYS 160
THE LITTLE DONKEYS ARE SOLD 167
ALL HIS FRIENDS WERE INVITED 172
THE PUPPET WAS WRIGGLING LIKE AN EEL 178
SWALLOWED BY THE DOG-FISH 186
IT WOULD BE MORE COMFORTABLE ON THE TUNNY'S BACK 189
THE BLIND CAT AND THE TAILLESS FOX 194
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PINOCCHIO
CHAPTER I
THE PIECE OF WOOD THAT LAUGHED AND CRIED LIKE A CHILD
There was once upon a time a piece of wood in the shop of an old
carpenter named Master Antonio. Everybody, however, called him Master
Cherry, on account of the end of his nose, which was always as red and
polished as a ripe cherry.
No sooner had Master Cherry set eyes on the piece of wood than his face
beamed with delight, and, rubbing his hands together with satisfaction,
he said softly to himself:
"This wood has come at the right moment; it will just do to make the leg
of a little table."
He immediately took a sharp axe with which to remove the bark and the
rough surface, but just as he was going to give the first stroke he
heard a very small voice say imploringly, "Do not strike me so hard!"
He turned his terrified eyes all around the room to try and discover
where the little voice could possibly have come from, but he saw nobody!
He looked under the bench--nobody; he looked into a cupboard that was
always shut--nobody; he looked into a basket of shavings and
sawdust--nobody; he even opened the door of the shop and gave a glance
into the street--and still nobody. Who, then, could it be?
"I see how it is," he said, laughing and scratching his wig, "evidently
that little voice was all my imagination. Let us set to work again."
And, taking up the axe, he struck a tremendous blow on the piece of
wood.
"Oh! oh! you have hurt me!" cried the same little voice dolefully.
This time Master Cherry was petrified. His eyes started out of his head
with fright, his mouth remained open, and his tongue hung out almost to
the end of his chin, like a mask on a fountain. As soon as he had
recovered the use of his speech he began to say, stuttering and
trembling with fear:
"But where on earth can that little voice have come from that said 'Oh!
oh!'? Is it possible that this piece of wood can have learned to cry and
to lament like a child? I cannot believe it. This piece of wood is
nothing but a log for fuel like all the others, and thrown on the fire
it would about suffice to boil a saucepan of beans. How then? Can anyone
be hidden inside it? If anyone is hidden inside, so much the worse for
him. I will settle him at once."
So saying, he seized the poor piece of wood and commenced beating it
without mercy against the walls of the room.
Then he stopped to listen if he could hear any little voice lamenting.
He waited two minutes--nothing; five minutes--nothing; ten
minutes--still nothing!
"I see how it is," he then said, forcing himself to laugh, and pushing
up his wig; "evidently the little voice that said 'Oh! oh!' was all my
imagination! Let us set to work again."
Putting the axe aside, he took his plane, to plane and polish the bit of
wood; but whilst he was running it up and down he heard the same little
voice say, laughing:
"Stop! you are tickling me all over!"
This time poor Master Cherry fell down as if he had been struck by
lightning. When he at last opened his eyes he found himself seated on
the floor.
His face was changed, even the end of his nose, instead of being
crimson, as it was nearly always, had become blue from fright.
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