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The Adventures of Buster Bear by Thornton W. Burgess, VII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK AT ALL

VII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK AT ALL

Farmer Brown's boy tramped through the Green Forest, whistling merrily. He always whistles when he feels light-hearted, and he always feels light-hearted when he goes fishing. You see, he is just as fond of fishing as is Little Joe Otter or Billy Mink or Buster Bear. And now he was making his way through the Green Forest to the Laughing Brook, sure that by the time he had followed it down to the Smiling Pool he would have a fine lot of trout to take home. He knew every pool in the Laughing Brook where the trout love to hide, did Farmer Brown's boy, and it was just the kind of a morning when the trout should be hungry. So he whistled as he tramped along, and his whistle was good to hear.

When he reached the first little pool he baited his hook very carefully and then, taking the greatest care to keep out of sight of any trout that might be in the little pool, he began to fish. Now Farmer Brown's boy learned a long time ago that to be a successful fisherman one must have a great deal of patience, so though he didn't get a bite right away as he had expected to, he wasn't the least bit discouraged. He kept very quiet and fished and fished, patiently waiting for a foolish trout to take his hook. But he didn't get so much as a nibble. "Either the trout have lost their appetite or they have grown very wise," muttered Farmer Brown's boy, as after a long time he moved on to the next little pool. There the same thing happened. He was very patient, very, very patient, but his patience brought no reward, not so much as the faintest kind of a nibble. Farmer Brown's boy trudged on to the next pool, and there was a puzzled frown on his freckled face. Such a thing never had happened before. He didn't know what to make of it. All the night before he had dreamed about the delicious dinner of fried trout he would have the next day, and now—well, if he didn't catch some trout pretty soon, that splendid dinner would never be anything but a dream. "If I didn't know that nobody else comes fishing here, I should think that somebody had been here this very morning and caught all the fish or else frightened them so that they are all in hiding," said he, as he trudged on to the next little pool. "I never had such bad luck in all my life before. Hello! What's this?" There, on the bank beside the little pool, were the heads of three trout. Farmer Brown's boy scowled down at them more puzzled than ever. "Somebody has been fishing here, and they have had better luck than I have," thought he. He looked up the Laughing Brook and down the Laughing Brook and this way and that way, but no one was to be seen. Then he picked up one of the little heads and looked at it sharply. "It wasn't cut off with a knife; it was bitten off!" he exclaimed. "I wonder now if Billy Mink is the scamp who has spoiled my fun." Thereafter he kept a sharp lookout for signs of Billy Mink, but though he found two or three more trout heads, he saw no other signs and he caught no fish. This puzzled him more than ever. It didn't seem possible that such a little fellow as Billy Mink could have caught or frightened all the fish or have eaten so many. Besides, he didn't remember ever having known Billy to leave heads around that way. Billy sometimes catches more fish than he can eat, but then he usually hides them. The farther he went down the Laughing Brook, the more puzzled Farmer Brown's boy grew. It made him feel very queer. He would have felt still more queer if he had known that all the time two other fishermen who had been before him were watching him and chuckling to themselves. They were Little Joe Otter and Buster Bear.


VII. FARMER BROWN'S BOY HAS NO LUCK AT ALL

Farmer Brown's boy tramped through the Green Forest, whistling merrily. Хлопчик фермера Брауна тупцював у Зеленому лісі, весело насвистуючи. He always whistles when he feels light-hearted, and he always feels light-hearted when he goes fishing. You see, he is just as fond of fishing as is Little Joe Otter or Billy Mink or Buster Bear. And now he was making his way through the Green Forest to the Laughing Brook, sure that by the time he had followed it down to the Smiling Pool he would have a fine lot of trout to take home. Et maintenant, il se frayait un chemin à travers la Forêt Verte jusqu'au Ruisseau Riant, sûr que le temps qu'il l'ait suivi jusqu'au Bassin Souriant, il aurait un beau lot de truites à ramener à la maison. He knew every pool in the Laughing Brook where the trout love to hide, did Farmer Brown's boy, and it was just the kind of a morning when the trout should be hungry. Il connaissait tous les bassins du Laughing Brook où les truites aiment se cacher, le fils du fermier Brown, et c'était exactement le genre de matin où les truites devraient avoir faim. So he whistled as he tramped along, and his whistle was good to hear.

When he reached the first little pool he baited his hook very carefully and then, taking the greatest care to keep out of sight of any trout that might be in the little pool, he began to fish. Arrivé au premier petit bassin, il appâta très soigneusement son hameçon, puis, prenant le plus grand soin de ne pas voir les truites qui pourraient se trouver dans le petit bassin, il se mit à pêcher. Now Farmer Brown's boy learned a long time ago that to be a successful fisherman one must have a great deal of patience, so though he didn't get a bite right away as he had expected to, he wasn't the least bit discouraged. Maintenant, le garçon du fermier Brown a appris il y a longtemps que pour être un bon pêcheur, il faut avoir beaucoup de patience, donc même s'il n'a pas pris une bouchée tout de suite comme il l'avait prévu, il n'a pas été le moins du monde découragé. He kept very quiet and fished and fished, patiently waiting for a foolish trout to take his hook. Il est resté très silencieux et a pêché et pêché, attendant patiemment qu'une truite stupide prenne son hameçon. But he didn't get so much as a nibble. Mais il n'a pas eu le moindre grignotage. Dar nu a primit nici măcar o ciugulă. "Either the trout have lost their appetite or they have grown very wise," muttered Farmer Brown's boy, as after a long time he moved on to the next little pool. There the same thing happened. He was very patient, very, very patient, but his patience brought no reward, not so much as the faintest kind of a nibble. Il était très patient, très, très patient, mais sa patience n'apportait aucune récompense, pas même le moindre grignotage. Farmer Brown's boy trudged on to the next pool, and there was a puzzled frown on his freckled face. Such a thing never had happened before. He didn't know what to make of it. All the night before he had dreamed about the delicious dinner of fried trout he would have the next day, and now—well, if he didn't catch some trout pretty soon, that splendid dinner would never be anything but a dream. "If I didn't know that nobody else comes fishing here, I should think that somebody had been here this very morning and caught all the fish or else frightened them so that they are all in hiding," said he, as he trudged on to the next little pool. "Si je ne savais pas que personne d'autre ne vient pêcher ici, je penserais que quelqu'un est venu ce matin même et a attrapé tous les poissons ou bien les a effrayés pour qu'ils se cachent tous", a-t-il dit en marchant péniblement. à la prochaine petite piscine. "I never had such bad luck in all my life before. Hello! What's this?" There, on the bank beside the little pool, were the heads of three trout. Là, sur la berge à côté du petit étang, se trouvaient les têtes de trois truites. Farmer Brown's boy scowled down at them more puzzled than ever. "Somebody has been fishing here, and they have had better luck than I have," thought he. He looked up the Laughing Brook and down the Laughing Brook and this way and that way, but no one was to be seen. Il leva les yeux vers le Laughing Brook et descendit le Laughing Brook et d'un côté et de l'autre, mais personne ne devait être vu. Then he picked up one of the little heads and looked at it sharply. Puis il prit une des petites têtes et la regarda attentivement. "It wasn't cut off with a knife; it was bitten off!" he exclaimed. "I wonder now if Billy Mink is the scamp who has spoiled my fun." "Je me demande maintenant si Billy Mink est le voyou qui a gâché mon plaisir." Thereafter he kept a sharp lookout for signs of Billy Mink, but though he found two or three more trout heads, he saw no other signs and he caught no fish. This puzzled him more than ever. It didn't seem possible that such a little fellow as Billy Mink could have caught or frightened all the fish or have eaten so many. Besides, he didn't remember ever having known Billy to leave heads around that way. Billy sometimes catches more fish than he can eat, but then he usually hides them. The farther he went down the Laughing Brook, the more puzzled Farmer Brown's boy grew. Cu cât cobora mai mult pe Pârâul Râs, cu atât băiatul lui Farmer Brown creștea mai nedumerit. It made him feel very queer. He would have felt still more queer if he had known that all the time two other fishermen who had been before him were watching him and chuckling to themselves. Il se serait senti encore plus bizarre s'il avait su que tout le temps deux autres pêcheurs qui l'avaient précédé l'observaient en riant tout seuls. They were Little Joe Otter and Buster Bear. Erau Little Joe Otter și Buster Bear.