| Chapter | Page | |
| I. | In the Old Four-Posted Bed | [9] |
| II. | Off on an Adventure | [19] |
| III. | They Make an Enemy | [21] |
| IV. | In the Middle of a Thunderstorm | [25] |
| V. | They Meet Their First Bear | [30] |
| VI. | Under the Snow | [36] |
| VII. | The Castle of the South Wind | [40] |
| VIII. | Towards the Great West Land | [46] |
| IX. | In the Tropics | [57] |
| X. | Shipwrecked | [62] |
| XI. | Waomba-Mother of the West Land | [65] |
| XII. | Lost in a Forest | [69] |
| XIII. | In the Arms of the Mist Maidens | [77] |
| XIV. | Inside a Crocodile | [82] |
| XV. | The Clerk of the Weather Lays a Trap | [90] |
| XVI. | Discovered by the East Wind | [97] |
| XVII. | The Strangest Ride that Ever Was | [105] |
| XVIII. | The East Wind and the White Elephant | [110] |
| XIX. | The East Wind in a Rage | [115] |
| XX. | In the Den of the Spinster Spider | [119] |
| XXI. | Coppertop and the Old Mother-Bird | [128] |
| XXII. | Tibbs and Kiddiwee to the Rescue | [133] |
| XXIII. | The December Day is Almost Theirs | [140] |
| XXIV. | Biddy-be-sure, the Irish Witch | [145] |
| XXV. | Coppertop Kisses the Blarney Stone | [148] |
ILLUSTRATIONS.
| Colored. | |
| Coppertop | [Frontispiece] |
| “Come along,” cried Tibbs | To face page [16] |
| The Albatross and the Sea-Maidens | ”” [48] |
| “Look again, little one,” said Waomba | ”” [80] |
| Tibbs and Kiddiwee escape from the Crocodile | ”” [96] |
| “Foolish ones,” said Amon Ra | ””[112] |
| Miss Smiler sits on the White Elephant | ””[128] |
| ——————— | |
| Black and White. | |
| Page | |
| “If a Book of Travels can’t move about a bit, who can?” | [16] |
| The Clerk of the Weather | [22] |
| “Oh, my hair is on fire!” cried Coppertop | [26] |
| The South Wind | [43] |
| Skipper Blubberkins | [53] |
| The Four-posted Bed at Sea | [60] |
| The Chief of the Monkey Tribe | [73] |
| The East Wind | [101] |
| “Don’t talk of husbands to me,” said the Elderly Spinster Spider | [125] |
| The North Wind | [142] |
COPPERTOP
CHAPTER I.
IN THE OLD FOUR-POSTED BED
SHE sat up in the big four-poster and listened to the wind as it blew round the house.
A ’possum on the roof uttered a plaintive gurgling cry, which sent a little shiver down her back, and she snuggled under the bedclothes, thankful for their cosy protection.