<h2 class="p4">CHAPTER VI.<br/> <span class="small">THE GRASS-SNAKE AND ADDER</span></h2>
<p class="pp6q">“<i>Tommy Smith has a talk with the grass-snake, and then<br/>
With the adder: they’re both as conceited as men.</i>”</p>
<p class="drop-cap04">WHEN Tommy Smith had said
good-bye to the hare, he thought
he would walk home through some woods
which were not far off. So off he set
towards them, and as he went along he
said to himself, “I know there are a
great many animals that live in the woods.
Now I wonder which of them will be the
first to have a talk with me. Let me see.
The pigeon and the squirrel both live
there, for I have often seen them together
on the same tree. And then there is the—”
Good gracious! What was that
just gliding out from under a bush?
Tommy Smith gave a start and a jump,
and well he might, for it was a large
snake, perhaps three feet long. He was
so surprised that, at first, he didn’t quite
know what to do, and before he had made
up his mind, it was too late to do anything,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75">[75]</SPAN></span>
for the snake had wriggled away
into another bush. “It was an adder,”
said Tommy Smith out loud. “That,
at least, is an animal which I <i>ought</i> to
kill, because it is poisonous.”</p>
<p>“I beg your pardon,” said a sharp,
hissing voice. “I am not an adder, and
I am <i>not</i> poisonous.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith looked all about, but
he could see nothing. Still, he felt sure
that it must be the snake who had
spoken, because the voice came from the
very centre of the bush into which he
had seen it go. So he answered, “Of
course it is very easy for you to say
that, but everybody knows that snakes
are poisonous, and, if you are not a snake,
I should just like to know what you
are.”</p>
<p>“I did not say that I was not a <i>snake</i>,”
said the voice again. “Of course I am,
but I am not an adder for all that. There
are two different kinds of snakes in this
country. One is the adder, which is
poisonous, and the other is the grass-snake,
which is quite harmless. Now <i>I</i>
am the grass-snake, so if you had killed
me, you would have done something very<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76">[76]</SPAN></span>
wrong, for you would have killed a poor
harmless animal.”</p>
<p>“Well,” said Tommy Smith, “if that
is true, I am glad I didn’t kill you. But
are you quite sure?”</p>
<p>“If you don’t believe <i>me</i>,” said the
snake, “you must get some good book
of natural history, and there you will
find it mentioned that we grass-snakes
are quite harmless. It is the great
superiority which our family have always
had over that of the adder. People may
call <i>him</i> a ‘poisonous reptile,’ but they
cannot speak of <i>us</i> in that way. If they
were to, they would only show their
ignorance.”</p>
<p>“But how am I to know which is one
and which is the other?” asked Tommy
Smith.</p>
<p>“You will not find <i>that</i> very difficult,”
the grass-snake answered; “and if you
will promise not to hurt me, I will come
out from where I am and show you.”</p>
<p>Of course Tommy Smith promised (you
see he was getting a much better boy to
animals than he used to be), and directly
he had, the snake came gliding out from
under the bush, and lay on the ground<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_77" id="Page_77">[77]</SPAN></span>
just at his feet. “Now”, he said, “to
begin with, I am a good deal longer
than an adder. I should just like to
see the adder that was three feet long,
and <i>I</i> am an inch longer than that. No,
indeed! Whenever you see such a fine,
long snake as I am, you may be sure
that it is a nice grass-snake, and not a
nasty adder.”</p>
<p>“I won’t forget that,” said Tommy
Smith. “But, I suppose, snakes grow
like other animals. How should I be
able to tell you from an adder if I
were to meet you before you were three
feet long?”</p>
<p>“Why, by my skin, to be sure!” said
the grass-snake. “Look how beautifully
it is marked, and what a fine greenish
colour it is. I may well be proud of it,
for a very great poet indeed has called
it ‘enamelled,’ and says that it is fit for
a fairy to wrap herself up in. Think
of <i>that</i>! The adder’s is quite different,
only a dull, dirty brown, which I <i>might</i>
call ugly if I were ill-natured. But I
am <i>not</i>, so I will only say that it is
plain. I don’t think any fairy would
like to wrap herself in <i>his</i> skin.”</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_78" id="Page_78">[78]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“But are there fairies?” said Tommy
Smith.</p>
<p>“There are, as long as you are a little
boy,” said the grass-snake; “but as soon
as you are grown up there will be none.”</p>
<p>“How funny!” said Tommy Smith.
“But do you know, Mr. Grass-Snake, I
should not like to wrap myself up in
your skin, even if I could, because it is
so hard and covered with scales. And
besides, how could the fairies get into
it without killing you first? I don’t
suppose you can change it as the frog
and the toad do.”</p>
<p>“Not change it!” said the grass-snake.
“And why not, pray? I should think
myself a very stupid animal if I could
not do <i>that</i>. Of course I change it, and
then it looks and feels quite different to
what it did when it was on me. You
see, it is only just the outer part which
comes off. That is quite thin, and I
don’t think you would find it <i>very</i> much
harder than the petal of a flower. Some
day, perhaps, you may find it if you look
about in the grass or the bushes; for I
rub myself against the grass or bushes
to get it off.”</p>
<div class="figcenter"> <ANTIMG src="images/ill-079.jpg" width-obs="400" height-obs="292" id="i79" alt="" title="" /> <div class="caption"><p class="pc">“THERE ARE THREE FROGS IN MY STOMACH AT THE MOMENT”</p> </div>
</div>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_79" id="Page_79">[79]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“Then you do not swallow your skin
as the toad does?” Tommy Smith asked.</p>
<p>“I should not like to do anything so
nasty,” said the grass-snake angrily, “and
I wish you wouldn’t keep talking to me
about frogs and toads. They are very
low animals, and only fit to be eaten.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith was quite shocked when
he heard this, and he said, “Take care,
Mr. Grass-Snake. Frogs and toads are
very useful animals, and my friends, too.
So I won’t let you eat them.”</p>
<p>“That is talking nonsense,” said the
grass-snake. “You can’t help my eating
them, especially frogs. Why, there are
three frogs in my stomach at this
moment.”</p>
<p>Directly Tommy Smith heard that, he
made a dart at the grass-snake, and caught
hold of him before he could get away. I
don’t know what he meant to do. Perhaps
he meant to kill the poor snake, which
would have been very wrong, as you
will see. But before he had time to
do anything at all, two curious things
happened. One was that the snake
opened his mouth very wide indeed,
and out of it came first one, then another,<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_80" id="Page_80">[80]</SPAN></span>
and then a third frog. Yes; three large
frogs came out of the snake’s mouth,
one after the other, and there they all
lay on the grass. That was one funny
thing, and the other was that, as soon
as Tommy Smith caught hold of the
snake, the snake began to smell in a
way that was not at all pleasant. Indeed,
it was such a <i>very</i> nasty smell that Tommy
Smith was glad to drop him, so that he
got away into the bush again.</p>
<p>“Ah, ha!” the snake said, as soon as
he was safe, “I thought you wouldn’t
hold me very long. Just look at your
hand now.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith looked at his hand. It
had a thick yellowish fluid on it, which
made it feel quite moist, and it was this
fluid which had such a disagreeable smell.
He was very much offended with the
grass-snake, and he called out to him,
“I think that is a very nasty trick to play,
indeed.”</p>
<p>“I thought you wouldn’t like it,” replied
the grass-snake, “and that is just why I
did it. I wanted you to let me go, and,
you see, you very soon had to. I always
do that when anyone catches me; and, for<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_81" id="Page_81">[81]</SPAN></span>
my part, I think it is a very clever idea of
mine.”</p>
<p>“But how do you do it?” asked Tommy
Smith, whilst he stooped down and wiped
his hand on the grass.</p>
<p>“Why, I hardly know,” said the grass-snake.
“It comes naturally to me. Nobody
can be cleaner or more well-behaved
than I am, as long as I am treated properly.
But when I am attacked, and my
life is in danger, I do the only thing which
I can do to protect myself. It is just as if
you had a bottle of something which smelt
so strongly that when you took out the
cork and sprinkled it about, nobody could
stay in the room. Now I have something
which smells like that, only instead of
keeping it in a bottle, I carry it under my
skin, and when I want to use it, then,
instead of taking out a cork, I just open
my skin, and it comes out in little drops all
over me.”</p>
<p>“Open your skin?” said Tommy Smith.
“Why, how do you do that?”</p>
<p>“I don’t know <i>how</i> I do it,” said the
grass-snake, “but I <i>do</i> do it.”</p>
<p>“Well,” Tommy Smith said, “however
you do it, I think it is a very nasty habit.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_82" id="Page_82">[82]</SPAN></span>
And besides, I shouldn’t have caught hold
of you if you hadn’t told me that you had
been eating frogs. I think it is very cruel
of you to eat them. Why do you do it?”</p>
<p>“Why do I do it?” answered the grass-snake.
“Why, because I feel hungry, to
be sure. Why do you eat sheep, and
oxen, and pigs, and ducks, and fowls, and
turkeys?”</p>
<p>“Oh! but everybody eats them,” said
Tommy Smith.</p>
<p>“Every <i>snake</i> eats frogs,” said the grass-snake.
“We were made to eat them, and
the frogs were made for us to eat. That is
my theory. It is a good one, I feel sure,
for it explains <i>the facts</i> and makes <i>me</i> feel
comfortable.”</p>
<p>“But they are so useful,” said Tommy
Smith; “and they do so much good in
the garden.”</p>
<p>“I don’t eat them all,” said the grass-snake,
“and I don’t often go into gardens.
Frogs and toads may be very useful, but
perhaps if I didn’t eat some of them there
would be too many of them in the world,
and then, instead of being useful, they
would be a nuisance. You see, I don’t eat
them all. I leave just as many as are<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_83" id="Page_83">[83]</SPAN></span>
wanted, as long as <i>you</i> don’t kill them.
But if <i>you</i> were to kill them too, then there
would be too few.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith thought a little, and then
he said, “Are you obliged to eat them?”</p>
<p>“Of course I am,” said the grass-snake,
“just as much as you are obliged to eat
beef and mutton. You would think it very
hard if you were to be killed just for eating
your dinner. Then why should you want
to kill me for eating mine? No, no; take
my advice, and learn this lesson. Never
kill one animal for eating another animal.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith thought over this for a
little, and it seemed to him to be right.
“After all,” he thought, “the frog and the
toad eat insects, and if no animal might
eat any other animal, then a great many
animals would die of starvation, and that
would be very dreadful.” So he said to the
grass-snake, “Well, Mr. Grass-Snake, I
think you are right, and, if you come out
of your bush, I will not try to catch you
any more.” So the grass-snake came
wriggling out again, and then Tommy
Smith asked him why he had brought the
frogs out of his mouth after he had eaten
them.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_84" id="Page_84">[84]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>“It was because you frightened me,”
said the grass-snake. “You see, I wanted
to get away, and, with three frogs inside
me, I felt rather heavy. But as soon as
the frogs were gone I was much lighter,
and could go much quicker. Now don’t
you think it was a <i>very</i> clever idea?”</p>
<p>“I don’t think it was a very <i>clean</i> idea,”
said Tommy Smith; “but as you were
frightened, perhaps you couldn’t help it.
But now, Mr. Grass-Snake, are there any
other clever things which you can do,
and which are not quite so nasty? If
there are, I should like to hear about
them.”</p>
<p>“I can lay eggs,” said the grass-snake,
“which is more than the adder can do.”</p>
<p>“But can you really lay them?” said
Tommy Smith; “and do you make a nest
for them, like a bird?”</p>
<p>“No,” said the grass-snake. “A bird
makes a nest for her eggs because she has
to sit on them, and she wants a nice, comfortable
place to sit in. Now I don’t sit
on my eggs, for that is not at all necessary.
I just find a nice, warm, moist place for
them, and when I have laid them there, I
go away and leave them. I have no time<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_85" id="Page_85">[85]</SPAN></span>
to sit on them like a bird. I am much too
busy.”</p>
<p>“But how are your eggs ever hatched?”
said Tommy Smith.</p>
<p>“Oh,” said the grass-snake, “I am so
clever that I know the heat of the place
where they lie will be enough to hatch
them. So when they are once safely laid,
I don’t bother about them any more.”</p>
<p>“Yes,” said Tommy Smith; “but if you
go away, who is there to look after the
young snakes when they come out of the
egg?”</p>
<p>“They look after themselves,” said the
grass-snake. “Birds are like little boys
and girls. They are great babies, and
want someone to take care of them whilst
they are young. But we snakes are so
clever that as soon as we come into the
world we can take care of ourselves, and
don’t want anyone to help us.”</p>
<p>“I should like to see some of your eggs,”
said Tommy Smith. “What are they like?”</p>
<p>“They are white,” said the grass-snake,
“and they are joined together in a long
string, sometimes as many as sixteen or
even twenty. So you may think how
beautiful they look, like a necklace of very<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_86" id="Page_86">[86]</SPAN></span>
large pearls. Only they are not hard like
pearls. Their shell is soft, and not at all
like the shell of a bird’s egg.”</p>
<p>“I <i>should</i> like to see them,” said Tommy
Smith.</p>
<p>“Well,” said the grass-snake, “you must
look about in manure-heaps, and then,
perhaps, you will find some. That is the
sort of place that I like to lay them in.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith thought that this was
another nasty habit of the grass-snake, but
he didn’t like to say so, because he had
said it twice before; so, after a little while,
he said, “And do you really like being a
snake, Mr. Grass-Snake?” You see he
had to say something, and he didn’t quite
know what to say.</p>
<p>“Like it?” said the grass-snake. “Of
course I do. I should be very sorry to be
anything else. Yes, we snakes have a
happy life. In summer we crawl about
and eat frogs, and in winter we find some
nice place to go to sleep in.”</p>
<p>“Then do you sleep all the winter?”
said Tommy Smith.</p>
<p>“Of course,” said the grass-snake. “What
else is there to do? There are no frogs in
winter, and it is cold and unpleasant. The<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_87" id="Page_87">[87]</SPAN></span>
best thing is to go to sleep, and that is
what I always do.”</p>
<p>Now whilst Tommy Smith was talking
to the grass-snake he kept looking at the
poor dead frogs that were lying on the
grass, and you can think how surprised he
was when, all at once, one of them moved a
little, and then began to crawl away very
slowly. Then the others moved, and began
to crawl away too. So they were not dead
after all. You see, when a snake eats a
frog (or anything else), he does not chew it,
as we do, but just swallows it whole, and
then sometimes the frog will keep alive for
some time inside the snake’s stomach.
Tommy Smith spoke to the frogs, but
they were too faint to answer. So he took
them up, and washed them in a little ditch
which was close by, and then laid them in
a nice long tuft of grass. When he had
done that, he came back to where he had
left the grass-snake, but he did not find
him there again. “Where are you?” he
called out. “Do you mean me?” said a
voice quite near him. It was a hissing
voice, certainly, and sounded a good deal
like the grass-snake’s. But still it did not
sound quite the same, Tommy Smith<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_88" id="Page_88">[88]</SPAN></span>
thought. So he said, “I mean you, if you
are the grass-snake,” in rather a doubtful
tone of voice. “No, indeed,” hissed the
voice again, “I am something better than
a grass-snake. <i>I</i> am an adder.” And as
the adder said this, he came crawling out
from a little clump of furze-bush, where he
had lain hidden.</p>
<p>Tommy Smith saw that what the grass-snake
had said was true, for the adder’s
body was shorter and of a duller colour
than the grass-snake’s. His head, too, was
different. It was flatter, and swelled out
more on each side where it joined the
neck, so that the neck looked smaller in
proportion to the size of the head. Altogether,
Tommy Smith felt sure that the
next time he went out for a walk and saw
a snake, he would be able to tell whether it
was a grass-snake or an adder. “And if it
is an adder,” he said to himself, “why, I
ought to kill it.” And then he said out
loud, “Mr. Adder, you don’t seem at all
afraid of me; but, do you know, I think
I ought to kill you, because you are
poisonous.”</p>
<p>“<i>I</i> think you ought to leave me alone
because I am poisonous,” said the adder.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_89" id="Page_89">[89]</SPAN></span>
“For if you were to try to kill me, I should
have to bite you, and then, perhaps, <i>I</i>
should kill <i>you</i>.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith did not like this remark
of the adder’s at all. He began to feel
afraid himself, and he would have liked to
have run away. But he thought that if he
did, the adder might attack him when his
back was turned. So he stood quite still,
and only said, “Why aren’t you harmless
like the grass-snake?”</p>
<p>“That is not a very polite question!”
said the adder in reply. “<i>I</i> belong to the
poisonous branch of the family, and I am
proud to belong to it. The grass-snake is
a poor creature, and I pity him. I should
like to see anyone catch <i>me</i> in the same
way that they catch <i>him</i>. I would soon
teach them the difference between us.”</p>
<p>“But you do so much harm,” said
Tommy Smith.</p>
<p>“What harm have I ever done <i>you</i>?”
said the adder.</p>
<p>“You have not done me any harm,” said
Tommy Smith, “but that is because I
have never seen you before now.”</p>
<p>“<i>You</i> may never have seen <i>me</i>,” said the
adder, “but <i>I</i> have seen <i>you</i> very often.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_90" id="Page_90">[90]</SPAN></span>
Sometimes I have been quite near to
where you were walking, but when I have
heard you coming, I have just crawled out
of the way, and let you go by without
hurting you. Now don’t you think that
was very good of me? I should just like
to know what you have to complain of.”</p>
<p>“You have never hurt me, I know,” said
Tommy Smith. “But think how many
people you do hurt.”</p>
<p>“Do you know anybody that I have
hurt?” asked the adder.</p>
<p>“No,” answered Tommy Smith, “I
don’t know anybody; but I am sure you
must have hurt a great many people,
because you are poisonous.”</p>
<p>“Well,” said the adder, “I think you
might walk about a long while asking
people before you found anyone that I had
done any harm to. I never interfere with
people unless they interfere with me, so I
think the best thing they can do is just to
let me alone. It is true that my two front
teeth are poisonous, and that I can kill
some creatures by biting them. But these
creatures are not men or women, but only
mice or small birds or frogs. You know I
have to eat them, so I may just as well kill<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_91" id="Page_91">[91]</SPAN></span>
them before I begin. The grass-snake eats
<i>his</i> frogs alive. That is much more cruel
than if he killed them first, as I do.”</p>
<p>“How do you kill them?” said Tommy
Smith. “I suppose you sting them with
your forked tongue, and then they die.”</p>
<p>“Did you not hear me say that I bit
them,” said the adder; “and that I had
two poisonous teeth? My tongue is not
poisonous at all. There is no more harm
in it than there is in yours.”</p>
<p>“Oh! but, Mr. Adder,” cried Tommy
Smith, “do you know I once went to the
Zoological Gardens in London, and I saw
the snakes there, and whenever one of
them put out his tongue, as you do yours,
the people all said, ‘Look at its sting!
Look at its sting!’”</p>
<p>“That is only because they were
ignorant people,” said the adder, “and did
not know any better. No; it is the two
long teeth in my upper jaw that are
poisonous, and, if you will just kneel down,
I will open my mouth so that you can see
them, and then I can explain all about it
to you.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith didn’t quite like the idea
of kneeling down and putting his face<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_92" id="Page_92">[92]</SPAN></span>
close to the mouth of the adder. He had
heard of men who put their heads inside a
lion’s mouth, and he thought that this
would be almost as dangerous. However,
the adder promised not to bite him, and as
he said he never <i>had</i> bitten a little boy in
the whole of his life, and should not think
of doing so without a proper reason, he
thought he might trust him. So he
knelt down and looked. Then the adder
opened his mouth, and, as he did so, two
little white things like fish-bones seemed
to shoot forward into the front part of it.
“Those are my two poison-fangs,” he said.
“When my mouth is shut, they lie back
against my upper jaw, but as soon as I
open it to bite anyone, they shoot forward
so as to be in the right place.” Tommy
Smith looked at the teeth. They were as
sharp as needles and almost as thin, but
they were not straight like common needles,
but curved backwards like crochet-needles.
“What curious teeth!” he said.</p>
<p>“Perhaps they are more curious than
you think,” said the adder; “just look at
the tips of them, and see if you notice
anything.”</p>
<p>Tommy Smith looked as the adder told<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_93" id="Page_93">[93]</SPAN></span>
him, and he was surprised to see a tiny
little hole at the tip of each tooth. “Why,
Mr. Adder,” he said, “it seems to me
as if your teeth were hollow and wanted
stopping.”</p>
<p>“They <i>are</i> hollow,” said the adder, “and
I will tell you why. At the root of each
of them I have a little bag which is full of
poison. You cannot see it, of course,
because it is hidden under the flesh of my
upper jaw. But things which cannot be
seen are very often felt. Now, when I bite
an animal, these little bags open, and a
drop or two of poison runs down each
tooth where it is hollow, so that it goes
into the flesh of that animal and mixes
with its blood.”</p>
<p>“And does that kill it?” asked Tommy
Smith.</p>
<p>“Oh yes!” answered the adder;
“because I only bite small animals. It
would not kill a horse, or a cow, or even a
pig, unless it was very young. But it kills
field-mice, and shrew-mice, and things of
that sort.”</p>
<p>“But there is one thing, Mr. Adder,
which I don’t understand,” said Tommy
Smith. “I thought that one had to<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_94" id="Page_94">[94]</SPAN></span>
swallow poison for it to kill one. But you
say that this poison of yours goes into the
blood.”</p>
<p>“I don’t know anything about poisons
that have to be swallowed,” said the
adder; “I only know about <i>my</i> poison,
and I use that in the way I have told you.
<i>My</i> poison must go into the blood. If
you were only to swallow it, I daresay it
would not hurt you at all.”</p>
<p>“I should not like to try,” Tommy
Smith said. “But are you going?” for
the adder had begun to crawl away.</p>
<p>“Yes,” said the adder; “I am going
now, for I have plenty to do. I should
not have wasted my time like this, only I
heard that poor creature, the grass-snake,
talking about himself, so I thought I
would just show you what a much more
important animal I am than he.”</p>
<p>“I think that you are rather conceited,
Mr. Adder,” said Tommy Smith. “The
grass-snake is very clever. He can lay
eggs, and he says that is more than you
can do.”</p>
<p>“<i>I</i> should be ashamed to do such a
thing,” said the adder. “A young grass-snake
<i>requires</i> an egg, but a young adder<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_95" id="Page_95">[95]</SPAN></span>
knows how to do without one. <i>We</i> can
crawl as soon as we come into the world.
As for my being conceited, perhaps I am,
just a little. But that is natural. I can
<i>never</i> forget that I have <i>poison</i> flowing in
my veins. Now I will say good-bye, for I
have plenty to do, and must not waste my
time any longer.”</p>
<p>“Good-bye, Mr. Adder,” Tommy Smith
called after him, for he thought he had
better be friendly with such an animal.
“I hope that you will never bite me.”
But the adder merely gave a contemptuous
hiss, and was gone.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_96" id="Page_96">[96]</SPAN></span></p>
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