<h2><SPAN name="XIII" id="XIII"></SPAN>XIII</h2>
<h3>THE PLOT</h3>
<p><span class="smcap">Of</span> all the creatures that walked or swam
or flew, Timothy Turtle liked boys the
least of all. He said that if they ever did
anything except throw stones he had never
caught them at it.</p>
<p>"It's a wonder"—he often remarked—"it's
a wonder that there's a stone left
anywhere along this creek. I've lived
here a good many years; and no boy ever
spied me sunning myself on a rock in the
water without trying to hit me."</p>
<p>Once in a great while some youngster
was skillful enough to bounce a stone off
Mr. Turtle's back. And when the old<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_73" id="Page_73"></SPAN></span>
scamp flopped into the water he always
heard a great whooping from the bank.</p>
<p>At such times as likely as not Timothy
had been awakened from a sound sleep.
But when that jeering noise greeted his
ears he knew at once what had struck him.</p>
<p>It was a good thing for him that he had
a hard back. Nevertheless it always made
him angry to be disturbed when he was
taking a nap. And some people said that
if Timothy Turtle ever grabbed a boy by
his great-toe, when he was in swimming,
that youngster would limp for many a
day thereafter.</p>
<p>But the boys went in swimming just the
same. Black Creek would have had to be
alive with turtles to keep them out of it
on a hot summer's day. Indeed Farmer
Green often said that he wished his son
Johnnie would spend half the time in the
hayfield that he wasted around the creek.<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_74" id="Page_74"></SPAN></span></p>
<p>When questioned by his father, Johnnie
said that there was an old turtle in Black
Creek that he wanted to catch.</p>
<p>"What are you going to do with him—make
soup of him?" Farmer Green inquired
solemnly.</p>
<p>Johnnie shook his head.</p>
<p>"I want to cut my initials on his shell
and let him go," he explained. "Then if
I catch him again when I'm grown up
I'll know him when I find him.... I'll
put the date under my initials, too,"
Johnnie added.</p>
<p>Farmer Green laughed.</p>
<p>"When you're grown up," he said,
"you'll have something else to do besides
catching snapping turtles. This afternoon
you may carve your initials on the hay-rake
and then take it over to the big
meadow and play with it."</p>
<p>For a few moments Johnnie Green<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_75" id="Page_75"></SPAN></span>
couldn't help looking glum. He had intended
to visit the creek that very afternoon.
But now he knew that his father
expected him to work—to <i>work</i> on one of
the finest days of the whole summer!</p>
<p>"I'll let you off all day to-morrow,"
Farmer Green said. "And you know
there's that calf I told you I'd give you
if you helped me with the haying."</p>
<p>And then Johnnie actually smiled.</p>
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<p>Well, the next morning was just as fine
as the afternoon before. And Johnnie
Green set off early for Black Creek, with
his pockets stuffed full of cherries, because
he was afraid he might get hungry.
He ate a few of them on the way to the
creek. But when he reached that delightful
place he found something that made
him forget what he had in his pockets.
For there near the top of the bank, too<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_76" id="Page_76"></SPAN></span>
far from the water to escape him—there
lay Timothy Turtle himself, taking a sun-bath
on the warm sand.</p>
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