had wound tight around him like a clothesline. "We'll look for a
place in which to stay to-night, and we'll see what we can find
to-morrow."

Well, they hurried on for some time, and pretty soon it began to get dark,
and they couldn't find any place to stay.

"I guess I'll have to dig a hole in the ground, and make a burrow," said
the rabbit.

"Oh, but I couldn't stay underground," said the duck. "I'm used to
sleeping in a wooden house."

"That's so," said Uncle Wiggily. "Well, if I had some paper I could make
you a paper house, but I haven't any, so I don't know what to do."

And just then, away in the air, there sounded a voice saying:

"Caw! Caw! Caw!"

"Ha! That's a crow," exclaimed Uncle Wiggily. "There must be green corn
that is ready to pull up somewhere around here."

"There is," said the black crow, flying down. "I know a nice field of corn
that a farmer has planted, and to-morrow I am going to pick some."

"But aren't you afraid of the scarecrow?" asked the duck.

"No; I'm not," said the crow. "The scarecrow is only some old clothes
stuffed with straw, and it is set out in the field to drive us crows away.
We're not a bit afraid of it. Would you be?"

"No, of course not," answered Grandfather Goosey Gander. "But then, you
see, I'm not a crow--the scary figure wasn't meant for me."

"Then you can stay in one of the pockets of the scarecrow's coat all
night," said the crow. "It will be a good place for you to sleep."

"The very thing!" cried Uncle Wiggily. So that night he dug himself a
little house under the ground, and the duck gentleman flew up, and got
inside the pocket of the old coat which the scarecrow figure wore, and
there the duck stayed all night, sleeping very soundly.

"Well, now we'll travel on again," said Uncle Wiggily, the next morning
after breakfast. So he and Grandfather Goosey started off. Well, pretty
soon it became hotter and hotter, for the sun was just beaming down as
hard as it could, and Uncle Wiggily exclaimed:

"I know what would taste good! An ice cream cone for each of us. Wait
here, grandfather, and I'll get two of them."

"Fine!" cried the grandfather duck. "But you seem to do all the hopping
around, Uncle Wiggily. Why can't I go, while you rest?"

"Oh, I don't in the least mind going," replied the kind rabbit. "Besides,
while I do not say it to be proud, and far be it from me to boast, I can
go a little faster than you can in one hop. So I'll go."

And go he