The Iowa plain dealer. [volume] (New Oregon, Howard County, Iowa) 1867-1895, 1889-07-25
PANS TROUBLES.
All Because ofa Rip and Her Great Dislike
to Sew.

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Pam Brown Cher name is Pamelia)
disliked to sew. and. although she was
nine years old. she would pin up the
rents in her frock rather than sew
them. Her mother gave her bcauti-
full work-box. complete, but 1t made
no difference.
One afternoon last summer she went
over to Grandma Browns, to show
her how much she had knit (about mn
inch) on her red stocking. Her knit
ing-bag had long rip in the bottom
seam. but Pam would not let her moth
er know il. for fear she would insist ON
its being repaired at once; 50 she slyly
tucked her knitting. with its great red
ball, inside it. and trudged away.
1t was half mile to grandma's
house around by the road. but much
nearer across the Pickett lot where
Mr.. Pickett pastured his flock OF sheep,
among them old Big-Horn. the leader,
and cross old fellow. So Pam took
the road.
Buckwheat frittcrs and bees honey
made Pam linger at tea, and it was
nearly sunset before she set out for
home on the run. turning out new and
then to snatch at the ripe raspberries.
She had got within sight Of the homo
chimneys when odd little tugs at her
arm made her stop and glance at her
bag. Then she dived her hand inside.
Yes, there were the needles and the bit
of knitting. but dear! dear! where ,CGs
the big ball?
She turned the bag upside down, and
through the rent in the bottom a red
WOODEN thread trailed out and struggled
away back over the sandy road. in and
out among the raspberry bushes. and
far out of sight. She could not let
mother know it, 80 she began winding
it slowly up. on and on. picking out the
snarls in the bushes with wonderful
pat ence.
She was nearly back to Grandma
Browns when she came TO the end.
But she had not got to the end Of her
troubles. It was SO late now that Pam
decided 10 run across the pasture. Not
a sheep was in sight. She could get to
the fence before Big Horn could catch
her. any way.
Pam was mistaken. The sheep had
lain down for tho night in a little hol
low. and Pam had not got half way
across before Big Horn discovered hel
and gave chase.
Oh, dear! dear! That unlucky bal
Of yarn! No, the rip! She never
would be 50 idle again if she could onl,
get to the fence! No. never! But sh.
knew she couldn't. for Big Horn wa.
close behind. bleating hoarsely and
seeming to say: Its no use to run
I'll bounce you in half minute!'
There was great boulder ahead. ant
with all her might Pam made for it
and running behind it scrambled to it
top. tearing her fingers pitifully.
What should she do? Big-Horn KEEP
running around the rock, shaking hi
great head and stamping madly. Pan
switched her great knitting bag in hi
great ..brockled'' face to drive him of
but bless you, he didn't mind the bag
Then she shouted aud screamed 10
help. but she was too far away to b
heard.
It was growing dark and the sweet
lonely nightingales began to sing i
the wOsds. and Pam sat down on tn
rock and cried 80 loudly that Big Hor
set up harsh bleat. and bntted tn
stone till his long, woody tail few higl
in the air.
Pam was now quite frantic. and pluck
ing her big slat sun-bonnet from he
head she switched Big-Horn furiously
In minute it caught on his horns, tn
cape and crown falling over his fac
and binding him. He began backin
off and rearing to get away from tn
hateful thing. but tbe strings had &C
| entangled in his horns and hung fast
: Pam did not stop long to view h
queer antics, but leaped of the rocl
, and in q few minutes more her tnngle
! head was in her mothers lap and 81
was sobbing out her troubles and dee
penitence. Her bonnet hung on . thor
I bush next morning, into which Bi,
I Horn had plunged to get rid Of
Christian Stephens, in Youths Con