Essex County herald. [volume] (Guildhall, Vt.) 1873-1964, 1878-06-28
FOR THE YOUNG PEOPLE.
The Pretty HIusnr.

Mr.. Williams.
The country was not at that time very
thickly settled, and bears, wolves and
such like neighbors were not so rare in
the forests as they are now.
This Mr.. Williams had two little boys,
Robert and Samuel, about ten and eight
years old.
One day these little boys had been to
the fields, a considerable distance from
the house, TO carry their fathers dinner
to him, and coming back concluded to
go round through the woods,
There was beautiful little brook run
ming through deep shaded glen, where
they played q long time, then climbing
over the steep hillside, they came upon
hole in the rock like the mouth of
cave; this was quite a discovery, and
they scrambled into it with loud excla-
nations of delight.
They were still wondering and admir-
ing, when from a bed of leaves, that
seemed to have been driven by the wind
into one corner, they heard a strange,
weak cry, as of some young animal.
Fearless little country boys that they
were, they fastened to the spot, and
90 what beautiful little kittens" they
both exclaimed, ''Let's carry them
home, they will die here. Where could
they have come fromP"
There were just two, 80 each took one
in his arms and started homeward eager
to show their treasures. The little
creatures seemed to be very wild and
| fierce. and the hoy 1-S5h0u neartlIy
aS SM5 way they snapped and snarled at
them, but held on to them with deter
mined kindness.
They had gotten out OF the woods and
were crossing large open field, when
they heard some one shouting to them.
"Robertl Saml run for your lives"
They looked around, and there, not far
behind them, was large wolf following
their track.
Clutching their pretty kittens more
tightly THAI ever, they did run with all
their might, but their enemy was gain
ing on them every moment. Now the
house was in sight; but they were SO
tired would they ever get therep Already
they could hear the quick tread of the
wolf close behind them; and something
else was coming up on one side. Gould
it be another wolff They dared not
stop to look. Poor Saml his little tired
legs almost refused to carry him, but
there was never thought of letting go
the kittens for the cruel wolf to eat.
A step or two more, and there was the
quick report of gun, furious howl,
and they turn to see their enemy rolling
on the ground and their father coming
rapidly toward them. 1t was he who
had given them warning. Crossing from
one part to another of his farm, he had
seen their danger, but the chance of
reaching them seemed hopeless; yet
happening to pass hunter, he snatched
his gun and so succeeded in intercepting
the raging animal and saving his sons.
And what do you think the kittens
were that they had been carrying 30
carefully in their arms at the risk Of
their lives? They were young wolves.
No wonder the mother wolf pursued the
boys with such fierce haste! But the
little boys were greatly distressed when
their father insisted upon having their
rough little pets killed.
Sunnyhair
Sunnyhair is one of the happiest little
maidens in the world ! She lives on a
farm, and her playmates are chickens,
and lambs, and baby-pigs, calves, colts,
horses, and COWS.
On rainy days, the barn is her play
house. A grand one it is, with great
wide doors at either end, and sweet with
new-mown hay, and musical with the
twitter and chirp of countless swallows,
that build their queer nests high up
among the rafters, and dart in and out
all day long.
yard and in at this great door, the COWS
"moo" in welcome to her the hens
cluck, as if to tell her where to find
their pretty white eggs the cocks flap
their wings and crow; while "old Frank, u
her chief pet, turns his head to look at
her, and quite forgets his oats, in Joy
that she has come
cold Frank is a white horse that for
many years did faithful service at the
pillow, and now takes his rest in his
comfortable stall, and for exercise trots
up and down the road with his little
mistress on his back.
No harder work is required for him,
and indeed this is not work. 1t must
seem only like play to him, and I dc
believe he enjoys the sport as much as
Sunnyhair herself.
When the mornings are cold, she puts
the chickens on old Franks back to
"warm their feet"
He never makes the slightest objec.
ton to anything she does, no matter
how queer it may seem to us.
I wish I could make you see her as
she looks when she is riding. You must
remember that old Frank is big horse,
and somewhat awkward now, and she il
only seven years old, and the very TIM.
est child of her age ever knew.
Her face is as fair as lily, her eyes
are blue, and her hair falls over hel
shoulders like white cloud.
She ties scarlet ribbons round Franks
ankles, and you would laugh to see
them, as they go wandering of together
| her graceful little form erect, as she sitf
, boldly on his back.
She sees very few children, and per
haps you think she must be lonely
living SO far away in the woods.
But all the animals on the farm seen
to know her voice and follow her, and
as she herself says, GLOW can q it'll
girl be lonesome, with horses, ant
, lambs, and COWS, and chickens, ant
seven dolls Pr Youths Com 4on,,iO7l.