g down from way
up in the blue, blue sky he can see a great deal. Indeed, Ol' Mistah
Buzzard can see all that is going on below on the Green Meadows and in
the Green Forest. His wings are very broad, and he can sail through the
air very swiftly when he makes up his mind to. Now, as he looked down,
he saw that Billy Mink was selfish and wouldn't wait for Little Joe
Otter, and Little Joe Otter was selfish and wouldn't wait for Jerry
Muskrat, and Jerry Muskrat was selfish and wouldn't wait for Grandfather
Frog, and Grandfather Frog was selfish and wouldn't wait for Spotty the
Turtle.

"Ah reckon Ah will hurry up right smart and find out what the trouble
is mahself, and then go back and tell Brer Turtle; it will save him a
powerful lot of work, and it will serve Brer Mink right if Brer Turtle
finds out first what is the trouble with the Laughing Brook," said Ol'
Mistah Buzzard and shot far ahead over the Green Forest towards that
part of it from which the Laughing Brook comes. In a few minutes he was
as far ahead of Billy Mink as Billy was ahead of Spotty the Turtle.

For wings are swifter far than legs,
On whatsoever purpose bent,
But doubly swift and tireless Those wings on kindly deed intent.

And this is how it happened that Ol' Mistah Buzzard was the first to
find out what it was that had stopped the laughing of the Laughing Brook
and the smiling of the Smiling Pool, but he was so surprised when he did
find out, that he forgot all about going back to tell Spotty the Turtle.
He forgot everything but his own great surprise, and he blinked his eyes
a great many times to make sure that he wasn't dreaming. Then he sailed
around and around in circles, looking down among the trees of the Green
Forest and saying over and over to himself:

"Did yo' ever? No, Ah never! Did yo' ever? No, Ah never!"

CHAPTER XIV: Spotty The Turtle Keeps Right On Going

"One step, two steps, three steps, so!
Four steps, five steps, six steps go!
Keep right on and do your best;
Mayhap you'll win while others rest."

Spotty the Turtle said this over to himself every time he felt a little
down-hearted, as he plodded along the bed of the Laughing Brook. And
every time he said it, he felt better. "One step, two steps," he kept
saying over and over, and each time he said it, he took a step and
then another. They were very short steps, very short steps indeed, for
Spotty's legs are very short. But each one carried him forward just