THE ADVENTURES OF BUSTER BEAR

CONTENTS


CHAPTER PAGE

I. BUSTER BEAR GOES FISHING 1

II. LITTLE JOE OTTER GETS EVEN WITH BUSTER BEAR 7

III. BUSTER BEAR IS GREATLY PUZZLED 12

IV. LITTLE JOE OTTER SUPPLIES BUSTER BEAR WITH A BREAKFAST 17

V. GRANDFATHER FROG'S COMMON-SENSE 22

VI. LITTLE JOE OTTER TAKES GRANDFATHER FROG'S ADVICE 27

VII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK AT ALL 33

VIII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY FEELS HIS HAIR RISE 38

IX. LITTLE JOE OTTER HAS GREAT NEWS TO TELL 43

X. BUSTER BEAR BECOMES A HERO 48

XI. BLACKY THE CROW TELLS HIS PLAN 53

XII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY AND BUSTER BEAR GROW CURIOUS 58

XIII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY AND BUSTER BEAR MEET 63

XIV. A SURPRISING THING HAPPENS 68

XV. BUSTER BEAR IS A FALLEN HERO 73

XVI. CHATTERER THE RED SQUIRREL JUMPS FOR HIS LIFE 78

XVII. BUSTER BEAR GOES BERRYING 83

XVIII. SOMEBODY ELSE GOES BERRYING 88

XIX. BUSTER BEAR HAS A FINE TIME 93

XX. BUSTER BEAR CARRIES OFF THE PAIL OF FARMER BROWN'S BOY 99

XXI. SAMMY JAY MAKES THINGS WORSE FOR BUSTER BEAR 104

XXII. BUSTER BEAR HAS A FIT OF TEMPER 110

XXIII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY LUNCHES ON BERRIES 115




LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS


BUSTER BLINKED HIS GREEDY LITTLE EYES RAPIDLY AND
LOOKED AGAIN _Frontispiece_

"HERE'S YOUR TROUT, MR. OTTER," SAID HE PAGE 5

"YOU TAKE MY ADVICE, LITTLE JOE OTTER," CONTINUED
GRANDFATHER FROG 26

REDDY GLARED ACROSS THE SMILING POOL AT PETER 45

BUSTER BEAR WAS RUNNING AWAY TOO 71

THOSE WHO COULD FLY, FLEW. THOSE WHO COULD CLIMB,
CLIMBED 112




THE ADVENTURES
OF BUSTER BEAR

I

BUSTER BEAR GOES FISHING


Buster Bear yawned as he lay on his comfortable bed of leaves and
watched the first early morning sunbeams creeping through the Green
Forest to chase out the Black Shadows. Once more he yawned, and slowly
got to his feet and shook himself. Then he walked over to a big
pine-tree, stood up on his hind legs, reached as high up on the trunk of
the tree as he could, and scratched the bark with his great claws. After
that he yawned until it seemed as if his jaws would crack, and then sat
down to think what he wanted for breakfast.

While he sat there, trying to make up his mind what would taste best, he
was listening to the sounds that told of the waking of all the little
people who live in the Green Forest. He heard Sammy Jay way off in the
distance screaming, "Thief! Thief!" and grinned. "I wonder," thought
Buster, "if some one has stolen Sammy's breakfast, or if he has stolen
the breakfast of some one else. Probably he is the thief himself."

He heard Chatterer the Red Squirrel scolding as fast as he could make
his tongue go and working himself into a terrible rage. "Must be that
Chatterer got out of bed the wrong way this morning," thought he.

He heard Blacky the Crow cawing at the top of his lungs, and he knew by
the sound that Blacky was getting into mischief of some kind. He heard
the sweet voices of happy little singers, and they were good to hear.
But most of all he listened to a merry, low, silvery laugh that never
stopped but went on and on, until he just felt as if he must laugh too.
It was the voice of the Laughing Brook. And as Buster listened it
suddenly came to him just what he wanted for breakfast.

"I'm going fishing," said he in his deep grumbly-rumbly voice to no one
in particular. "Yes, Sir, I'm going fishing. I want some fat trout for
my breakfast."

He shuffled along over to the Laughing Brook, and straight to a little
pool of which he knew, and as he drew near he took the greatest care not
to make the teeniest, weeniest bit of noise. Now it just happened that
early as he was, some one was before Buster Bear.