Uncle Wiggily's Auto Sled

  UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTO SLED

  Or

  How Mr. Hedgehog Helped Him Get Up the SlipperyHill and How Uncle Wiggily Made SnowPudding. Also What Happened inthe Snow Fort.

  Text by

  HOWARD R. GARIS

  Author of Three Little Trippertrots and Bed Time Stories

  Pictured by Lang Campbell

  Charles E. Graham & Co.Newark, N.J. —— New York

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  IF YOU LIKE THIS FUNNY LITTLE PICTURE BOOK ABOUT THE BUNNY RABBIT GENTLEMAN YOU MAY BE GLAD TO KNOW THERE ARE OTHERS.

  So if the spoon holder doesn’t go down cellar and take the coal shovelaway from the gas stove, you may read

  1 UNCLE WIGGILY’S AUTO SLED. 2 UNCLE WIGGILY’S SNOW MAN. 3 UNCLE WIGGILY’S HOLIDAYS. 4 UNCLE WIGGILY’S APPLE ROAST. 5 UNCLE WIGGILY’S PICNIC. 6 UNCLE WIGGILY GOES FISHING. 7 UNCLE WIGGILY’S JUNE BUG FRIENDS. 8 UNCLE WIGGILY’S VISIT TO THE FARM. 9 UNCLE WIGGILY’S SILK HAT. 10 UNCLE WIGGILY, INDIAN HUNTER. 11 UNCLE WIGGILY’S ICE CREAM PARTY. 12 UNCLE WIGGILY’S WOODLAND GAMES.

  Every book has three stories, including the title story.

  Handwritten: Uncle Wiggily]

  Made in U. S. A.

  Copyright 1919 McClure Newspaper Syndicate. Trade mark registered.Copyright 1920, 1922 Charles E. Graham & Co., Newark, N. J., and New York.

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  One day Uncle Wiggily Longears took Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy for an autoride. “I suppose a sleigh ride would be more stylish,” spoke UncleWiggily, “but I have no cutter.” Nurse Jane said the auto would suither very well, and away they went. But soon they came to the bottom ofa steep and slippery hill. “Will the auto go up?” asked Nurse Jane.“Oh, I guess so,” answered Uncle Wiggily, but it did not. The wheelsslipped and skidded. “Oh, dear!” cried Nurse Jane. “What shall we do?”Uncle Wiggily also wondered.

  After trying two or three times to get up the ice-covered hill, andfinding his wheels kept slipping, Uncle Wiggily said: “I will try anew plan.” “Are you going to put chains on?” asked Nurse Jane. “I havenone, or I would,” said Mr. Longears. “But I’ll try going up the hillbackwards.” So the auto was turned around and Uncle Wiggily tried itthat way. But the wheels whizzed around, and the auto stayed in thesame place—at the foot of the hill. “We shall never get anywhere atthis rate,” said Nurse Jane.

  “Are you pushing, Nurse Jane?” cried Uncle Wiggily, as he turned onmore gasolene. “Are you pushing?” The muskrat lady, who had gotten outand was in back of the auto, answered: “Am I pushing? Well, I shouldsay I was! Aren’t we going up the hill?” Uncle Wiggily gave a look. “Wearen’t going up a bit,” he answered. With all Nurse Jane’s pushing, theauto seemed to be slipping back instead of going ahead. “What shallwe do?” asked the muskrat lady. “I don’t know,” sadly answered UncleWiggily.

  “What’s the matter, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Jackie. “Won’t your auto goup the hill?” The rabbit gentleman shook his head. “We can’t get up,”he said. “Maybe we could help,” offered Peetie. The two Bow Wow doggieboys had come along with their sleds to coast on the hill. “Thank youfor offering, but how could you help get Uncle Wiggily’s auto up?”asked Nurse Jane. “He could put our sleds under the front wheels,” saidJackie, “and then he would have an auto sled. Maybe it would go upeasier then.”

  “It was very kind of you to offer me your sleds,” said Uncle Wiggilyto Jackie and Peetie. The sleds of the doggie boys were tied to thetwo front wheels of the auto with ropes. “Now we will surely go up thehill!” said Nurse Jane. So they all got in the machine again, and UncleWiggily started off. But alas! Once more the back wheels spun aroundlike an alarm clock. “Oh, we shall never get up,” said Nurse Jane. “AndI am afraid something is going to happen! Suppose the Pipsisewah andSkeezicks come along now?”

  “What did I tell you!” cried the Pipsisewah to the Skeezicks. “This isour lucky day.” The Skee sort of wrinkled up his nose preposterous likeand remarked: “Lucky day? What do you mean?” The Pipsisewah, with hispaw, pointed to Uncle Wiggily, Nurse Jane and Jackie and Peetie BowWow, still in the auto sled at the foot of the hill. “That is what Imean—souse!” grunted the Pip. “There is Uncle Wiggily at the foot of aslippery hill. He can’t get up, and we can catch him. Are you with me?”The Skee said: “Yes!”

  “What seems to be the trouble, Uncle Wiggily?” asked Mr. PricklyPorcupine Hedgehog, as he came walking along. “What’s the matter?” Mr.Longears stopped the wheels from spinning. “The matter is this hill isso slippery we can’t get up. Our wheels skid, even though the boys’sleds are in front.” Mr. Hedgehog gave a sneeze. “I can help you.”“How, if you please?” asked Nurse Jane. “I have a lot of loose, sharpquills, like horseshoe nails,” answered Mr. Porcupine. “Fasten them toyour wheels.”

  “It is very lucky you came along, Mr. Hedgehog,” said Uncle Wiggily,as, with the doggie boys to help, the rabbit gentleman tied some of theloose, sharp quills around the rear wheels of his auto. “Yes, I am gladI had plenty of loose quills,” spoke the porcupine gentleman. “Theywill be the same as a lot of stickery spikes and your wheels won’t slipany more. Take a few more quills, and I have another ball of cord.” ButUncle Wiggily had enough string. “Oh, hurry!” squeaked the SquiggleBugs.

  Just as Uncle Wiggily, Jackie and Peetie finished putting the sharp,stickery quills of Mr. Hedgehog Porcupine on the auto wheels, alongcame the Pipsisewah and Skeezicks. “We want souse!” they cried. But therabbit gentleman and his friends jumped into the auto sled, and awaythey went. The wheels did not skim around because the stickery quillscaught on the ice, and they sent up a shower of frozen splinters intothe faces of the two bad chaps. “Hurray! now we are safe!” cried thejolly Squiggle Bugs, and all was well.

  And if the Parrot doesn’t go fishing with the lollypop stick, and catch the Canary Bird when it’s playing tag with the loaf of bread, the next pictures and story will tell how

  Uncle Wiggily Made a Pudding, and the Skeezicks Came Around. But He WasQuite Surprised to Find the Nutmegs Were Unground.

  “What are you going to do when you finish shoveling that path, UncleWiggily?” asked Nurse Jane Fuzzy Wuzzy, the muskrat lady housekeeper.“Oh, nothing special,” answered the bunny rabbit. “Then perhaps youwill take this pail of rice pudding over to Mr. Twistytail, the piggentleman?” asked Nurse Jane. “He isn’t feeling very well, and maybesome rice pudding will do him good.” “I’ll take it over as soon as Ifinish cleaning off the snow,” said the rabbit gentleman.

  “Well, where are you going, Floppy and Curly?” asked Uncle Wiggily, ashe met the two piggie boys with their snow plow when he was on his wayto take Nurse Jane’s rice pudding to Mr. Twistytail. “Oh, we were justmaking a path to your bungalow,” answered Floppy. “Well, I am going toyour house, to take your father some rice pudding, because he is ill,”said the rabbit gentleman. “Good!” grunted Floppy and Curly. “We’llride you there on our snow plow.”

  Curly and Floppy gave Uncle Wiggily a nice ride to their pen-house.When the rabbit gentleman saw Mr. Twistytail sitting near the fire,wrapped in a bed quilt, and with his feet in a tub of hot water, Mr.Longears was very sorry for his friend. “Eat some of Nurse Jane’s ricepudding. That will make you feel better.” Mr. Twistytail gave Floppyand Curly each a taste of the pudding. “Oh, I wish there was a wholelot of it!” grunted Curly! and Floppy said the same thing. “I’ll make apudding,” promised Uncle Wiggily.

  “Oh, will you really make us a pudding?” asked Floppy. “I’ll make youa snow pudding. Just ask your mother to let me take some eggs, sugar,molasses, nutmeg and a few things like
that. Then I’ll easily make asnow pudding.” Curly and Floppy clapped their feet in delight. “Butour mother isn’t home,” said Floppy. She went to the store for somemedicine for Daddy’s cold. Mr. Longears said Mrs. Twistytail didn’treally need to be home. “We’ll go to the kitchen and make the puddingourselves,” he added.

  “Let me see now,” said Uncle Wiggily, as the pudding was almostfinished. “I have put in the sugar, milk, eggs and cocoanut. And youput in the snow, to make it like ice cream, didn’t you, Curly, my boy?”The little piggie chap said he had put in plenty of snow. “And now Ihave forgotten how to put in the nutmegs to make the pudding spicy. Iforget whether you put them in whole like hickorynuts, or grate them upfine, like powder. I really have forgotten. I guess I’ll put them inwhole.”

  At last the snow pudding was finished. Uncle Wiggily dropped into itthe box full of whole, hard, round nutmegs.