The Arizona sentinel. [volume] (Arizona City [Yuma], Yuma County, A.T. [Ariz.]) 1872-1911, 1888-11-24
NUMBER 81.
Honor. ."-ELeanor Il. Hunter, in Chris,
tian at Work.
"ME AND DOTTY."
Dicks Mother Tells Him a Little Story, 9
He ADDIfes the Moral

| Dicks Mother Tells Him a Little Story, and
He Applies the Moral.
Dick and Dotty were at play in the
backyard, while their father wheeled
wood into the shed. and piled it up.
He had wheeled in nearly all of it,
when he was called away, but before
starting, he spoke to the children:
II feel anxious to have the rest OF
this wood in, for 1t looks like rain; but
can not stop to get it in. There is
so little of it, you might carry it in
| your arms"
The children went to work, and their
mother, sewing at her chamber win
dow, watched them.
Dotty worked like little woman.
loading down her short, fat arms with
as many sticks as she could carry, and
moving back and forth with very
business air. Dick carried in one arm
full, and then tried the wheelbarrow.
'Tm going to get it in faster than
you cant" he said, boastingly, to Dotty;
but it was an empty boast. The
wheelbarrow was quite too big for him
to handle, and he spilled the wood one
side and the other. So he gave up the
wheelbarrow, and went for his sled.
''Oh laughed Dotty. "Sleding on
bare groundT'
you'll see what I'll dol" cried
Dick, loading up his sled. Then he
took hold to draw it, and made be-
lieve it was horse; and he pranced
and kicked and squealed, and finally
dragged the sled into the wood-shed,
with two sticks that hadn't rolled off.
By that time Dotty had the rest of the
wood all carried in, and piled up.
Their mother came out just then.
80 mother" cried Dick, ''just see
this little pile of wood herei Me and
Dotty got it in. Didn't we do well?"
His mother smiled as she sat down
on the wheelbarrOw. ''Let me tell
you story" she said.
Zone day woman who lived in a
lOg-cabin in deep, wild wood, was
busy at work, when the door was sud-
denly thrown open and in rushed her
husband. Without stopping to shut
the door after him, he ran up the lad
der to the loft overhead, and just then
a bear that had been chasing him came
in at the open door. For fear that the
bear would climb the ladder, the man
drew it up after him as quick as a
wink, and left his wife to fight it out
with the bear.
"She had dipper of hot water in
her hand. and she threw it square in
the bears face, nearly putting his
eyes out. He rushed at her, and she
seized the great iron poker and
pounded him over the head. So they
flew around the room, she pounding
him with the poker, and dashing
hot water on him, and the man up
above doing all he could to encourage
her by shouting: That's right, Bet
sey! Give it to him! Hit him over
the head! Good for you, Betseyr and
so on. By and by Betsey managed to
seize the big butcher-knife and stick it
into the bear. and he soon fell down
and died. When the man was sure the
bear was dead, he came down the lad
Ter and looked him over. 'Aint he
pig one, Betsey?' he said. i tell you,
I'm glad we killed him.
"The next day he went to town, and
old every b ody he met: L tell you
what, me and Betsey killed an awful
pig bear yesterdayr"
Dick listened very carefully, and
ooked rather sober as his mother went
IN with the story, and he didn't seem
% think it had very nice ending.
As she finished, he looked up wisely,
md said: ''Dotty got in most all of
he wood, mamma. y Youths Com
OGni0n.