Just as I got out there came along the Pickaninny that had gone over on the rainbow. He had come back some other way known to Pickaninnies and had in his arms a pot just like the one we had seen. But this one was full, and he set it down for us to look at. There were doubloons of Spain, there were pistoles, guineas, Arabian pieces, Jewish money, coins of Alexander the Great, and I know not what besides.
While we were examining these, a Garuly came in to say that the she-bear had brought the soap, and that the barber was waiting. The Great Panjandrum, in a state of flustration, hurried past us, and we, not knowing what else to do, stood looking at each other. Just then a Joblily went by with a cabbage leaf.
"What is that?" asked one of the little girls of our party.
"A cabbage leaf to make an apple pie," he replied, without looking around.
Presently a Pickaninny came along with a small keg in his hands.
"What is that?" asked the same curious little girl.
"Gunpowder for the heels of their boots," he answered, and went on.
And a spark of fire from one of the seventy-seven chimneys fell into the keg, and there was a frightful explosion.
But I don't think it was the Panjandrum's house that got blown up, but we ourselves, for we found ourselves outside in the woods going home from Shuteyetown. I for one resolved that the next time I came to the rainbow with one foot in the valley and the other in the mountain. I should climb to the upper end of it.