Billy Whiskers, by Francis Trego 
Montgomery 
 
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Title: Billy Whiskers The Autobiography of a Goat 
Author: Francis Trego Montgomery 
Illustrator: W. H. Fry 
Release Date: September 3, 2006 [EBook #19167] 
Language: English 
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[Illustration: "LOOK HERE, THAT IS MY GOAT!"]
BILLY WHISKERS 
THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF A GOAT 
 
by 
Frances Trego Montgomery 
Illustrated by W. H. Fry 
 
Saalfield Publishing Company, 
Akron, Ohio, 
1902. 
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CONTENTS 
MR. WAGNER BUYS A GOAT 
BILLY WHISKERS MAKES TROUBLE 
BILLY AT THE SODA FOUNTAIN 
BILLY GIVES THE BOYS A DUCKING IN THE MILL POND 
BILLY'S ADVENTURES IN TOWN 
BILLY HAS A RIDE IN THE POLICE PATROL WAGON 
BILLY JOINS THE FIRE PATROL
BILLY AND NANNY GET INTO MISCHIEF 
BILLY AND NANNY ARE MARRIED 
BILLY AS A PERFORMER IN THE CIRCUS 
BILLY AND THE SNAKES 
WHAT BILLY DID ON SUNDAY 
WHAT BILLY DID ON MONDAY 
WHAT BILLY DID ON TUESDAY 
WHAT BILLY DID ON WEDNESDAY 
WHAT BILLY DID ON THURSDAY 
WHAT BILLY DID ON FRIDAY 
BILLY FINDS NANNY 
* * * * * 
 
ILLUSTRATIONS 
"LOOK HERE, THAT IS MY GOAT!" Frontispiece 
IN TWO MINUTES, HE HAD SENT THE DOG FLYING OVER 
THE FENCE. 
THE ITALIAN WAS SO HORRIFIED AND DISMAYED TO SEE 
WHAT HAD HAPPENED THAT HE FORGOT WHAT LITTLE 
ENGLISH HE KNEW. 
THIS CALLED FORTH A SHOUT OF GLEE FROM THE 
POLICEMEN WHO WERE LOOKING OVER THE FENCE.
THE FARMER STOPPED TO SEE WHAT ALL THE ROW WAS 
ABOUT. 
"OH, MY! LOOK AT THIS QUEER-LOOKING GOAT WITH 
THREE HORNS. DON'T HE LOOK FIERCE?" 
* * * * * 
 
Mr. Wagner Buys a Goat 
Mr. Wagner lived about two miles from a small town, and he thought it 
would be nice for his boys to have a little goat cart, so they could drive 
into town for mail and do errands for the family. 
Without saying anything to his family, he appeared one evening 
leading a nice, docile looking, long-bearded Billy goat, hitched to a 
beautiful new red wagon. 
Of course, the boys were wild with delight, and their mother disgusted, 
for she predicted that he would be more bother than he was worth, and 
would eat up all the things in the garden. They answered her that they 
would take good care that he never got loose, and that no wrong would 
happen, if she would only let them keep the goat. So with many 
misgivings she gave her consent, and Billy was led to the stable 
behaving like a lamb. 
The boys christened him Billy Whiskers immediately, on account of his 
long white beard. It being a warm night, they tied him near a shed, so if 
it rained he could go under it for protection, and giving him some grass 
and a bucket of water, they went to bed to dream of the fun they were 
going to have the next day with Billy Whiskers. 
It was five hours later when Billy awakened from his first long sleep, 
and feeling refreshed, thought he would take a look around. It was 
bright moonlight, and as all the lights were out in the house, he knew 
he would not be disturbed, for when he went to a new place he did not 
like to be interfered with when he made his first explorations, and he
always preferred making them at night, and alone. You will no doubt 
think that he could not explore much, tied to a short rope, but if you 
think the rope made any difference you do not know the ways of an 
educated goat, and Billy had no Kindergarten education either, but a 
regular High School training in that respect. 
He turned, and taking the rope in his mouth as he had done many times 
before, he quietly and peacefully chewed it until it fell apart, and then 
with a kick of his heels, and a wink at the house, he went toward the 
garden. From this direction the evening breeze was wafting to his 
nostrils sweet odors of dew-sprinkled lettuce and tender beet tops. 
He ate up all the lettuce, or at least all the choice heads, and what beets 
he did not eat, he stepped on. Then he walked across the flower beds, 
and trampled down all the flowers, in a short cut to the pump, for he 
was getting thirsty.    
    
		
	
	
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