The Hollow Tree Snowed-In Book: Being a Continuation of the Stories about the Hollow Tree and Deep Woods People

The Hollow Tree Snowed-In Book: Being a Continuation of the Stories about the Hollow Tree and Deep Woods People by Albert Bigelow Paine, author of “The Hollow Tree and Deep Woods Book” with illustrations by J. M. Condé

CONTENTS
To All Dwellers In The Big Deep Woods Of Dream
Explanation of Map
To Friends Old And New
The First Snowed-In Story
Mr. Dog at the Circus
The Second Snowed-In Story
The Widow Crow’s Boarding-House
The Finding of the Hollow Tree
The Third Snowed-In Story
The Fourth Snowed-In Story
The “Snowed-In” Literary Club
The “Snowed-In” Literary Club--Part II
The Discontented Fox
Mr. ‘Possum’s Great Story
The Bark of Old Hungry-Wolf
An Early Spring Call on Mr. Bear
Mr. Crow’s Garden
When Jack Rabbit Was a Little Boy
A Hollow Tree Picnic

To Friends Old And New

I WONDER if you have ever heard a story which begins like this: “Once upon a time, in the far depths of the Big Deep Woods, there was a Big Hollow Tree with three hollow branches. In one of these there lived a ‘Coon, in another a ‘Possum, and in the third a Big Black Crow.”

That was the way the first story began in a book which told about the Hollow Tree People and their friends of the Big Deep Woods who used to visit them, and how they all used to sit around the table, or by the fire, in the parlor-room down-stairs, where they kept most of their things, and ate and talked and had good times together, just like folk.

And the stories were told to the Little Lady by the Story Teller, and there were pictures made for them by the Artist, and it was all a long time ago--so long ago that the Little Lady has grown to be almost a big lady now, able to read stories for herself, and to write them, too, sometimes.

But the Story Teller and the Artist did not grow any older. The years do not make any difference to them. Like the Hollow Tree People they remain always the same, for though to see them you might think by their faces and the silver glint in their hair that they are older, it would not be so, because these things are only a kind of enchantment, made to deceive, when all the time they are really with the Hollow Tree People in the Big Deep Woods, where years and enchantments do not count. It was only Mr. Dog, because he lived too much with Mr. Man, who grew old and went away to that Far Land of Evening which lies beyond the sunset, taking so many of the Hollow Tree stories with him. We thought these stories were lost for good when Mr. Dog left us, but that was not true, for there came another Mr. Dog--a nephew of our old friend--and he grew up brave and handsome, and learned the ways of the Hollow Tree People, and their stories, and all the old tales which the first Mr. Dog did not tell.

And now, too, there is another Little Lady--almost exactly like the first Little Lady--and it may be that it is this Little Lady, after all, who keeps the Artist and the Story Teller young, for when she thought they might be growing older, and forgetting, she went with them away from the House of Many Windows, in the city, to the House of Low Ceilings and Wide Fireplaces--a queer old house like Mr. Rabbit’s--built within the very borders of the Big Deep Woods, where they could be always close to Mr. ‘Coon and Mr. ‘Possum and the Old Black Crow, and all the others, and so learn all the new tales of the Hollow Tree.