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THE TALE
OF
MR. JEREMY FISHER
THE TALE OF
MR.
JEREMY FISHER
BY
BEATRIX POTTER
Author
LONDON FREDERICK WARNE & CO., AND NEW YORK
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BY
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FOR STEPHANIE
FROM
COUSIN
B.
upon
was
a
a
time
called
there
frog
;
Mr.
the
Jeremy Fisher
little
he lived in a
edge of a
damp house amongst
at
buttercups
the
pond.
THHE
water
was
all
slippy-
sloppy in the back passage.
in the larder
and
But Mr. Jeremy
ting his feet
liked
get-
w et
r
!
;
nobody ever
he
never
scolded
him,
and
caught a cold
II
TJE
was quite pleased when he looked out and saw
large drops of rain, splashing
in the
pond
"T WILL
a
get
some worms
and go fishing and catch dish of minnows for my
dinner," said Mr. Jeremy "If I catch more than Fisher.
five fish,
friends
I
will invite
my
Mr. Alderman Ptolemy Tortoise and Sir Isaac Newton.
The Alderman, however,
salad.
eats
"
<
v
_;
I
i6
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rod
JEREMY
;
put on a
a
and
and hops
pair
of shiny goloshes
he took his
set off
and
basket,
with
enormous
to
the
place where he kept his boat.
HTHE
other
tied
boat was round and green, and very like the
It lily-leaves. to a water-plant
was
in
the middle of the pond.
if-
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JEREMY
took a reed
pole, and pushed the boat out into open water. "I
know
good place nows/' said Mr.
Fisher.
a
for
min-
Jeremy
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JEREMY
stuck his
pole into the mud and fastened his boat to it.
Then he
settled himself
cross-legged and arranged his He had the fishing tackle.
dearest
little
red
float.
His
rod was
a
tough stalk of
was
a fine long
grass, his line
white horse-hair, and he tied
a little wriggling
worm
at the
end.
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^
A\\V
'
_
I
JS*-T
-;
*5" \
TTHE
rain trickled
for
down
his
back, and
nearly an
hour he stared
at the float.
"This
I
is I
getting
tiresome,
like
think
"
should
said
some
lunch,
Fisher.
Mr. Jeremy
punted back again amongst the waterplants,
and took some lunch
out of his basket.
"I
will eat a butterfly sand-
wich,
and wait
is
till
the
shower
over," said Mr.
Jeremy Fisher.
GREAT
lily
came leaf and tweaked the
big water-beetle up underneath the
toe
of one of his goloshes. Mr. Jeremy crossed his legs up shorter, out of reach, and
went on eating
his
sandwich.
QNCE
rustle
or
twice
something
a
moved about with
and
a
splash amongst the rushes at the side of the
pond. "I trust that
said
is
not a rat,"
Mr. Jeremy Fisher; "I think I had better get av/ay from here."
JEREMY
boat
out
shoved
a
the
little
again
way, and dropped in the
bait.
There was
directly;
a
bite
float
almost
the
gave
a
tremendous bobbit!
"A minnow!
a
minnow!
I
have him by the nose!" cried
Mr. Jeremy Fisher, jerking
up
his rod.
33
T3UT
what
a
horrible
sur-
Instead of a smooth fat minnow, Mr. Jeremy landed little Jack
prise!
Sharp the stickleback, covered
with spines!
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35
'T'HE
stickleback
floundered
and
about the boat, pricking snapping until he was
Then he quite out of breath. jumped back into the water.
37
A
ND
a shoal
of other
their
little
fishes
put
heads
out, and
laughed
at
Mr.
Jeremy Fisher.
,
39
A
ND
while Mr. Jeremy sat
disconsolately on the
edge of his boat sucking his sore fingers and peering down
into the water
a
much worse
really would have
a
thing
been,
happened;
it
frightful thing
if
Mr. Jeremy had not
!
been wearing a macintosh
A
GREAT
trout
big
enormous
came
with
a
up
ker-
pflop-p-p-p!
and
a
splash seized Mr. Jeremy with u Ow! Ow! Ow!"snap,
it
it
and then
turned and dived
down
pond!
to
the
bottom of the
43
"DUT
the trout was so dis-
pleased with the taste of the macintosh, that in less
than half a minute
out again
it
;
it
spat
him
and the only thing swallowed was Mr. Jeremy's
goloshes.
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]\/[R.
JEREMY
to
bounced up
of
the
surface
the
water, like a cork and the bubbles out of a soda water
bottle;
all
and he swam
might
to
\vith
his
the
edge of
the pond.
46
47
48
UE
and
the
scrambled
first
out
on
the
to,
bank he came
his
he hopped home across
meadow with
all
mac-
intosh
in tatters.
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a
merc Y that was
a
r
not
pike!
said
Mr. Jeremy Fisher. "I have lost my rod and basket but
;
it
does not
sure
I
much
matter, for
I
am
should never have
dared to go fishing again !"
4
put
plaster
some sticking
on
his
fingers,
and
his friends
both came to
not
offer
dinner.
He
could
them
fish,
but he had some-
thing else in his larder.
53
gIR ISAAC NEWTON
wore
waistcoat,
his
black and gold
54
43*
55
A
ND
Mr. Alderman Ptolemy
Tortoise brought a salad
with him in a string bag.
57
AND
of
instead
of a nice dish
minnows
they had a
roasted
grasshopper
;
with
which frogs lady-bird sauce consider a beautiful treat but
;
1
think
!
it
must have been
nasty
THE END
Potter, b . The tale of M r. Jeremy Fisher.
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