So Tom jumped into the sea , and swam on his way , singing : - `` Farewell , Tomtoddies all ; I thank my stars That nought I know save those three royal r 's : Reading and riting sure , with rithmetick , Will help a lad of sense through thin and thick . '' Whereby you may see that Tom was no poet : but no more was John Bunyan , though he was as wise a man as you will meet in a month of Sundays . And next he came to Oldwivesfabledom , where the folks were all heathens , and worshipped a howling ape . And there he found a little boy sitting in the middle of the road , and crying bitterly . `` What are you crying for ? '' said Tom . `` Because I am not as frightened as I could wish to be . '' `` Not frightened ? You are a queer little chap : but , if you want to be frightened , here goes -- Boo ! '' `` Ah , '' said the little boy , `` that is very kind of you ; but I do n't feel that it has made any impression . '' Tom offered to upset him , punch him , stamp on him , fettle him over the head with a brick , or anything else whatsoever which would give him the slightest comfort . But he only thanked Tom very civilly , in fine long words which he had heard other folk use , and which therefore , he thought were fit and proper to use himself ; and cried on till his papa and mamma came , and sent off for the Powwow man immediately . And a very good-natured gentleman and lady they were , though they were heathens ; and talked quite pleasantly to Tom about his travels , till the Powwow man arrived , with his thunderbox under his arm . And a well-fed , ill-favoured gentleman he was , as ever served Her Majesty at Portland . Tom was a little frightened at first ; for he thought it was Grimes . But he soon saw his mistake : for Grimes always looked a man in the face ; and this fellow never did . And when he spoke , it was fire and smoke ; and when he sneezed , it was squibs and crackers ; and when he cried -LRB- which he did whenever it paid him -RRB- , it was boiling pitch ; and some of it was sure to stick . `` Here we are again ! '' cried he , like the clown in a pantomime . `` So you ca n't feel frightened , my little dear -- eh ?
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