Then Johnnie Green and his grandmother came out and seated themselves in
the wagon. Farmer Green gave Johnnie the reins; and Ebenezer started
jogging down the road toward the miller's, with Johnnie's old straw hat
and his grandmother's sunbonnet bobbing from side to side, and up and
down, and backwards and forwards, as the wagon jolted over ruts and
stones and thank-you-ma'ams--which were small ridges built across the
road, to turn the water into the ditch when it rained.

Cowering inside the bag, Sandy Chipmunk thought the earth was rocking,
for he had never ridden in a wagon before.

Although the sack was a stout one, Sandy could easily have gnawed his way
through it if he had not been too frightened to try. And there he stayed,
while all the time old Ebenezer kept plodding along toward the
grist-mill.

Johnnie Green and his grandmother, talking so near him, only alarmed
Sandy all the more. And he thought he could not be more scared than he
was. But all at once the wagon lurched forward and Grandmother Green
screamed. And Johnnie began to cry "Whoa! whoa!" in a loud voice.

Then Sandy Chipmunk began to shake harder than ever. He had no idea what
was happening.




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