For an instant he was half-stunned, then he sat up and looked about him.
“Thank goodness, my bag is safe,” thought he, as he spied it in a corner, where it had rolled. “What should I have done if I had lost that? I could not possibly have walked up that toboggan slide to find it.”
Then he saw that he was sitting in a bed of soft ashes, and realized that he had fallen down somebody’s chimney.
“Lucky there wasn’t a fire,” said he, to himself, “or there would have been toasted squirrel for supper.”
On the Wings of the North Wind
When Mr. Bushy Tail scrambled out of the fire-place, he found himself in a strange little underground room, from which low passage ways branched out in every direction.