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DICK WHITTINGTON. 43
tree to hear Bow-bells ring out ' Turn again, Whittington,
Lord Mayor of London,' he went to sea ;
but instead
of landing in a savage country, as the story says, he
got shipwrecked, and floated about the ocean on a rait,
he and his cat together, until, while he was fast asleep
one night, his raft got into a moonglade, and when
Richard awoke he was in the rnoon. He did not know
it, however, and nobody took the pains to tell him. I
doubt if he ever found it out.
While wandering about,
soon after his arrival, he came upon the Cheese Mine.
Being rather hungry, he asked if he might go down and
dig his luncheon for himself. The miners told him that
nobody could go into the mine, on account of the rats
and mice who had taken possession of it,
and who would
eat a man as quick as they would a candle, if he came
in their way.
"'Pooh!' said Whittington ;
'if that is all, I will
send Bow-bells down first, and he will soon clear the
way.' Bow-bells, you understand, was the name of
the cat, given him in honor of the handsome promise