'is the famous Land of Mo.'
'Oh!' exclaimed the sailor and the girl, both in one breath. But, never having heard of the Land of Mo, they were no wiser than before.
'I thought that would startle you,' remarked the Bumpy Man, well pleased, as he resumed his stirring. The Ork watched him a while in silence and then asked:
'Who may you be?'
'Me?' answered the Bumpy Man. 'Haven't you heard of me? Gingerbread and lemon-juice! I'm known, far and wide, as the Mountain Ear.'
They all received this information in silence at first, for they were trying to think what he could mean. Finally Trot mustered up courage to ask:
'What is a Mountain Ear, please?'
For answer the man turned around and faced them, waving the spoon with which he had been stirring the kettle, as he recited the following verses in a singsong tone of voice:
'Here's a mountain, hard of hearing,
That's sad-hearted and needs cheering, So my duty is to listen to all sounds that Nature makes,
So the hill won't get uneasy—
Get to coughing, or get sneezy— For this monster bump, when frightened, is quite liable to quakes.
'You can hear a bell that's ringing;
I can feel some people's singing; But a mountain isn't sensible of what goes on, and so
When I hear a blizzard blowing
Or it's raining hard, or snowing, I tell it to the mountain and the mountain seems to know.
'Thus I benefit all people
While I'm living on this steeple, For I keep the mountain steady so my neighbors all may thrive.
With my list'ning and my shouting
I prevent this mount from spouting, And that makes me so important that I'm glad that I'm alive.'
When he had finished these lines of verse the Bumpy Man turned again to resume his stirring. The Ork laughed softly and Cap'n Bill whistled to himself and Trot made up her mind that the Mountain Ear must be a little crazy. But the Bumpy Man seemed satisfied that he had explained his position fully and presently he placed four stone plates upon the table and then lifted the kettle from the fire and poured some of its contents on each of the plates. Cap'n Bill and Trot at once approached the table, for they were hungry, but when she examined her plate the little girl exclaimed:
'Why, it's molasses candy!'
'To be sure,' returned the Bumpy Man, with a pleasant smile. 'Eat it quick, while it's hot, for it cools very quickly this winter weather.'
With this he seized a stone spoon and began putting the hot molasses candy into his mouth, while the others watched him in astonishment.
'Doesn't it burn you?' asked the girl.
'No indeed,' said he. 'Why don't you eat? Aren't you hungry?'
'Yes,' she replied, 'I am hungry. But we usually eat our candy when it is cold and hard. We always pull molasses candy before we eat it.'
'Ha, ha, ha!' laughed the Mountain Ear. 'What a funny idea! Where in the world did you come from?'
'California,' she said.
'California! Pooh! there isn't any such place. I've heard of every place in the Land of Mo, but I never before heard of California.'
'It isn't in the Land of Mo,' she explained.
'Then it isn't worth talking about,' declared the Bumpy Man, helping himself again from the steaming kettle, for he had been eating all the time he talked.
'For my part,' sighed Cap'n Bill, 'I'd like a decent square meal, once more, just by way of variety. In the last place there was nothing but fruit to eat, and here it's worse, for there's nothing but candy.'
'Molasses candy isn't so bad,' said Trot. 'Mine's nearly cool enough to pull, already. Wait a bit, Cap'n, and you can eat it.'
A little later she was able to gather the candy from the stone plate and begin to work it back and forth with her hands. The Mountain Ear was greatly amazed at this and watched her closely. It was really good candy and pulled beautifully, so that Trot was soon ready to cut it into chunks for eating.
Cap'n Bill condescended to eat one or two pieces and the Ork ate several, but the Bumpy Man refused to try it. Trot finished the plate of candy herself and then asked for a drink of water.
'Water?' said the Mountain Ear wonderingly. 'What is that?'
'Something to drink. Don't you have water in Mo?'
'None that ever I heard of,' said he. 'But I can give you some fresh lemonade. I caught it in a jar the last time it rained, which was only day before yesterday.'
'Oh, does it rain lemonade here?' she inquired.
'Always; and it is very refreshing and healthful.'
With this he brought from a cupboard a stone jar and a dipper, and the girl found it very nice lemonade, indeed. Cap'n Bill liked it, too; but the Ork would not touch it.
'If there is no water in this country, I cannot stay here for long,' the creature declared. 'Water means life to man and beast and bird.'
'There must be water in lemonade,' said Trot.
'Yes,' answered the Ork, 'I suppose so; but there are other things in it, too, and they spoil the good water.'
The day's adventures had made our wanderers tired, so the Bumpy Man brought them some blankets in which they rolled themselves and then lay down before the fire, which their host kept alive with fuel all through the night. Trot wakened several times and found the Mountain Ear always alert and listening intently for the slightest sound. But the little girl could hear no sound at all except the snores of Cap'n Bill.
Chapter Eight
Button-Bright is Lost and Found Again
'Wake up—wake up!' called the voice of the Bumpy Man. 'Didn't I tell you winter was coming? I could hear it coming with my left ear, and the proof is that it is now snowing hard outside.'
'Is it?' said Trot, rubbing her eyes and creeping out of her blanket. 'Where I live, in California, I have never seen snow, except far away on the tops of high mountains.'
'Well, this is the top of a high mountain,' returned the bumpy one, 'and for that reason we get our heaviest snowfalls right here.'
The little girl went to the window and looked out. The air was filled with falling white flakes, so large in size and so queer in form that she was puzzled.
'Are you certain this is snow?' she asked.
'To be sure. I must get my snow-shovel and turn out to shovel a path. Would you like to come with me?'
'Yes,' she said, and followed the Bumpy Man out when he opened the door. Then she exclaimed: 'Why, it isn't cold a bit!'
'Of course not,' replied the man. 'It was cold last night, before the snowstorm; but snow, when it falls, is always crisp and warm.'
Trot gathered a handful of it.
'Why, it's popcorn?' she cried.
'Certainly; all snow is popcorn. What did you expect it to be?'
'Popcorn is not snow in my country.'
'Well, it is the only snow we have in the Land of Mo, so you may as well make the best of it,' said he, a
