Green-Mountain freeman. [volume] (Montpelier, Vt.) 1844-1884, 1868-09-16
MY BARNS.

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fact of being the possessor of large
number of very pointed young arrows
barbed, no doubt, but the barbs have
never yet torn flesh; winged, too,
doubtless they are, and in all good time
they will take, [ suppose, their flight ;
but though they are very expensive, and
the quiver full weighs heavy on my back,
l hope that the day of fiight-winging is
far distant | want governess for them,
d quiet staid encyclopaedia of reference,
who will undertake to do what my wife
and | give up as almost an impossibility
namely, the answering of all questions,
and the giving of satisfactory replies to
the various problems propounded by SER
les of philosophers, male and female, of
years of ripeness varying from two to ten.
Like Mrs. Pipchin, | grow doubtful,
suspicious, and almost afraid of the hol
ders of certain little minds of most opin-
ionative tendencies such, for instance, as
one who comes running to me in the hall
while | am divesting myself of hat ard
overcoat, to overwhelm me with piece of
information which has been in my possess
ion some six hours, namely, that there is
a new baby and when L have expressed
proper amount of surprise, | am posed
with the question, Where did it come
from p
. Beon"so. To. M~ry says tho doctor
brought it, and nurse says it came from
under the big rose tree in the garden and
one must be wrong"
God sent it, my dear: but little girls
shouldn't ask such questions-What's that?
What do you say
{" / don t think God did send it, because
if He had, He would not have sent it when
my mamma was too i'll to nurse it"
However, it appears that maid Mary's
version is considered to be correct, and
the doctor is watched with curious eyes
from around corners at his next arrival !;
while from the direction of glances to-
wards his pockets feel morally certain
that were that overcoat taken off and hung
upon a peg in the hall, it would be search
Ell for babies, as sure as mine often un-
dergoes that same process for oranges and
buns. Mary's version is canvassed, too,
largely and another small sage thinks
how nice it would be to 90 and live at
the doctors. since there would be no
u,
bleed sawdust, and lose their eyes; and
there would be such lots of babies to play
with.
We had our little ones duly christened,
and we have them instructed in the matter
set forth to be learned in the vulgar
tongue but they will not be content with
learning and repeating their lessons, relig.
Dus and secular; they will think; prepar-
atory to propounding some of the posers
already alluded to. One young female
aged five, takes walk with her mother
upon hot day in summer, and after pro-
eeeding some distance, begins to halt
Mamma perceives that something is wrong
SO stoops, unfastens the strap of little
shoe, cmpties out some dust and sharp
grains of stone, replaces the shoe, buttons
The strap, and onward trips the little fairy
again, but not smilingly; she is serious
and deep in thought for few minutes, and
mamma nerves herself for what she forsees
is coming.
Didn't you say, ma, that wac made
of the dust of the earth p
4 Yes, my dear
Then, if | was, s,'-doubt implied if
was, do you think ever got into any
body's shoe?'
Little Tom comes in with flaming cheeks
red a. if reflections from the fire he had
watched still fingered in the pleasant dim
1led spots, to patter along the passage and
hammer at the door of the workshop
where [ spend my reading and writing
,our-a region tabooed to all edicts pub.
ished daily that no one is to go near
oapa's study under pain of terrible inf1ic.
lions, but the edicts are always forgotten
IN times of excitement, as in this case and
Tom hammers away with his hoopstick
and his voice sounds like that of a young
rook. as he energetically, at twenty second
intervals, shouts out, Par
As he will not 20 away, he is admit ted
boiling over with the information that ht
has seen man making great, large
ever so big-horse'
But men don't make horses, my boy
say, as [ perch the little form upon my
knee, and the little legs begin to swing Wig
orously about. Don't put your hoopstick
in the ink
But they do, pa, toz saw while 1 wa
out, and Mary stopped and let me anc
he'd got hammer and nails, and one lie,
in his lap, and saw him keep on knock
ing till he'd finished and put it down, ant
the horse walked away ; and will you bu,
me big horse-ever so big, pa!' The
again lofty should always put her hand
behind her when she says her lessons say
mamma and the little. sticky, wet finger
90 behind the small back.
Now. Totty,' mamma goes on to say
who was the first man.