The Superior times. [volume] (Superior, Wis.) 1870-1912, 1873-04-19
CHILDREN'S CORNER.
Little Fred's Favorite story Betty
and the Bear.
BY MAY MANNERING.

BY MAY MANNERING.
Once there was little girl ard her
name was Betty, and she had brother
named Tommy, and they lived with their
father and mother in u small, low, black
house In the woods.
One day in summer their mother said,
"Now, my dear children, want you to
take the large tin pals, ami your little
baskets, with luncheons in them, and go
off through the woods to the hucklcberry
fields, and stay all day and fill your pals
with the best berries you can find.
Tommy can fill his pail first, al d then
help Betty fill hers. He must help her
bring her pailful home, too, for he is
stronger than she.
The children were always glad to go
huckleberrying, for they could eat as
many berries as they liked and yet bring
plenty home. 1t was very pleasant, too, to
be all day long out of doors even if the
sun did SHINE quite hyt at noon there was
always some large huckieberry bushes
which they could Fit under for shade, and
not have to stop picking, either.
1.-The berries you get to-day, you know,
Tommy, l am going to dry in the loft
chamber and keep for winter said bis
mother.
81 know it, mother I" he answered. I.
can remember what nice hucklebe1ry pies,
and biscuit, and buildings we used to have
last winter, when the snow was very deep
on the ground. 1t seemed so strange TO
have huckleberries in winter It's so
easy too +; you have only to spread them
upon newspapers in dry, sunny place,
and they dry in few days. Then you
tie them up In papers and hang them
around the loft-chamber. When you
want to use them you only have to stew
and swecten things. Well be sure and
get our pals full, mother"
So Betty put on her green and white
checked sun-bonnet, and Tommy put on
his big straw hat, and they took their tin
pals and baskets and ran down TO the
bars and jumped over.
There Was a path pretty well worn
through the woods, and this they followed
along, chattering pleasantly together.
There were interesting things to see at
every step. There were many large, fine
old trees which had seen more years than
Betty could count She liked to look up
into them and see how high and noble
they were. She felt very proud to be in
such grand company. The trees all be-
longed to the nobility. Her mother had
told her about the nobility of England, the
country from W hich she came. She told
her that real nobility is not in name, but
IN the character OF Il person. Children, or
grown people, with meap, sly, or naughty
ways did not belong to the nobility, moth
er said.
Betty used to try and check herself in
disagreeable sayings and doings, so that
she might be noble. When she looked up
into the great forest-trees she felt they
knew nothing of what was mean or low.
The flowers, too, were charming COM
pany, and there were plenty of them, the
beautiful flowers of the wild Maine
woods. First there were the May-fowers,
or trailing arbutus, the dear "pink
angels" "who came to tell of Spring."
Betty once said. Then. came the white
violets, which filled the air with their
fragrance; after these the more stately
blue violet, bunch berry blossoms, SOUR
rel cups, red pigeon berries, and wild lily
lof.the-valley. Next In season came the
tall and handsome white trillium, blue
heu de-lis, and delicate little pink bells
of the Linnaus vine, which Betty and the
other children called "twin sistersD
When these were gone, the fragile and
fragrant white wax-fowers appea red ;
also the pond lily, wild rose, laurel, Indian
pipe, red-cup, and a great variety of fresh
green MOSES. From the time that the
grass appeared IN the spring until the
snow came In the fall, treasures of flowers
leaves and MOSES could be found any
where in these woods. Every step was
pleasure, and every flower that presented
itself was one of beauty.
No wonder, then, that Betty was happy
as she walked along, seeing every mo.
ment beautiful things, for she was a wide
awake child, and went through the world
with her eyes open. She could listen, too,
all the time, to the singing birds and in
sects, and every instant breath fresh air.
SO this day, when she trudged along
with Tommy, it would have been hard to
0nd in all the wide world happier little
girl,
At last they reached the huckleberry
field, and after eating few handfuls of
the ripe juicy berries they went steadily
to work to Fill their six-quart pals. When
Tommy found good picking place he
| sIdlu lueTt uItll Tic DeTrteS were all
picked, but Betty would pick the largest
berries on one bush and then wander
around until she found some more of the
same size. The consequence of this was
that when noon came, which they knew
by the sun being very hot and Just over
head. Betty had about half as many berries
as Tommy. The little girl was very tired
and warm, and pretty hungry too, so
Tommy found nice shady place, and they
both took their incoming there. Mother's
good bread and butter, cheese and apple
pie, tasted nicer than usual just then.
! They had a tin cup in which to bring
water from the spring, and so all their
wants were supplied.
After lunch they worked away harder
than ever, and Betty tried not to wander
so much, but to pick bare one bush before
going 10 another.
AT last 1t came towards "sundown,n and
both pals and one basket were filled.
Tommy did the larger share of the work,
for neither his feet or his mind wandered
as much as Betty's did.
"Fll bring the two pals, Betty, and
you bring along the two baskets said
Tommy, as they prepared for their home
ward journey. This was very good oil
Tommy, for Betty was quite too tired to
carry her pailful of berries.
Tommy walked off at good pace, and
Betty did her best to keep up. How fast
| Won do walk Tommy wish Won would