The true northerner. [volume] (Paw Paw, Mich.) 1855-1920, 1882-07-21

Straight down the lane Daisy ran on,
on, toward the sheep pastures where the
gentle mamma sheep were caring for
the little lambs, and the stern, proud
papa sheep were keeping guard over
them all.
Now, in grandpa's flock of Merinos
was one old fellow-head of quite large
famAy-who had been named Hurricane,
because he always raised such breeze
whenever any one came near himself or
family. At least, he always tried to up
set the unlucky intruder.
Hurricane was great big fellow, with
a curly, crooked comb on each side of
his head, which the children called
"hookers but guess the old fellow
was stylish and wore combs. Be that as
it may, when he saw Daisy Dimple COM
ing toward him, he put his head-combs
and albright down and ran to meet her
as fast as he could go.
Daisy wasn't quite sure whether he
was glad to see her or not at all events,
she was not used to such rough demon
STATIONS of affection, so she just dropped
down among the clover and buttercups,
and kept still as any little mouse; and
Mr.. Hurricane stumbled right over her
head first.
The old tyrant was quite surprised
and looked rather sheepish when he
picked himself up and could see no lit
tie Daisy anywhere; and he walked quite
slowly toward his family, as if ashamed
of his fit of temper. ~ &
Daisy never stirred until quite certain
that old Hurricane was busy nibbling
daisies of another kind; then she scram-
bled upon her hands and knees and crept
ever so softly to the place where the
little lambs were resting with their
mammals.
The little lady was quite lucky, for
Hurricane did not see her until she was
in the midst of his family; and when he
came at her again she just clasped Mrs.
Sheep around the neck and cuddled so
close to her that Mr.. Hurricane con-
cluded he could not use his combs with
advantage without hurting his gentle
little wife, which he would not do for
the world; so he left them and returned
to his buttercups.
Daisy rested awhile; cooed and talked
to the lambs and sheep who talked to
her in their own way; and after she
thought they quite understood why she
had paid them visit, she took out her
scissors and began to rob the sheep of
their very clothing Just think of it,
Daisy Dimple actually stealing
Poor Daisy not being used to cutting
anything but "grass posies," made very
poor work of sheep shearing, and some
times Mrs. Sheep had to demonstrate by
gentle "b-a-a-a b-a-a!" At last our
little girl became tired and fell fast to
sleep
Meantime Daisy's mamma had re
/ turned from the city, and there was a
great hunt for her. Uncle Ben, aunt
Lou, grandma and grandpa searched
everywhere, and were about to give up
in despair, when Aunt Lou sprang ur
and exclaimed, "The sheep I"
Uncle Ben waited to hear no more, but
made dash for the bottle but too late ;
the camphor had all been applied to the
poor cushion, which, was soaked through
altogether too odorous for use.
They hurried to the clover lot, and
there was Daisy all cuddled up in lit
tie heap in the very bosom of Hurri-
canes family, and sleeping with her
head upon Mrs. Sleeps curly shoulder,
and seeming to be by far the prettiest
lamb Of the flock.
Old Hurricane was just as determined
that Daisy should not leave his family
as he had been that she should not enter
it; but Uncle Ben just upset the con-
trary fellow, and the little girl was soon
III her mammals arms.- Yottrg E'olks
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