Fisherman & farmer. [volume] (Edenton, N.C.) 1887-19??, 1890-09-12

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been born with taste for sewing and
t'fxing up" instead of for climbing
trees, and racing the old horse round the
lots bareback. puzzled over this conun-
drum till was wen on my way only TO
give it up as unanswerable. 'tBut at any
rate" I decided, philosophically, as
pulled my big shade hat farther ever my
eyes, II can show her know how to act,
If don't look as If I'd come out of q
bandbox." I had always been sure
could talk better than Millicent, and over
thus reflection I became quite myself
again, and went on picking my way
through the pasture, whistling "Yankee
Doodle" What If was black sheep?
II my dresses chose TO tear, and my shoes
to wear out sooner than other peoples,
was sure it wasn't any fault of mine.
And there couldn't be anything wrong in
climbing trees, or riding the old horse
bareback. Of course I shouldn't do it
when I was grown up and great piano
| player, but
"Hulloa!"
The voice seemed to come from some
| where underground. I stopped and
looked around. The only living creature
in sight was brindle cow, which stood
on the edge of bank, pensiyely looking
| over. I waited a moment and then
shouted in return: 'tHulloai Where are
you7 What do you wanta"
"Down the bank. Come over here, -
was the answer.
My first glance down the steep ledge
explained the cows interest in the situa-
ton. There, at the bottom of the ravine
in an uncomfortably cramped position,
lay the smallest specimen Of brindled,
bossy calf ever saw. By the side of the
calf stood boy-very freckled, very
myself-staring at me with wonderfully
Disguised expression.
"Was that you a-whistlin'2"
ayes. What do you wants"
"Don't want nothin' O. you," he ex-
planned, injured tone. 81 thought you
was boy, an I was goin' to have yer
help git this calf out. can't climb up
with him alone; I've ben tryin' half an
hour.
"Why don't you go home and get
somebody" demanded, approaching
perilously near the edge in my eagerness
to take in the situation.
"Well, that's what I've got to do; an
I don't s'p'ose he'll live It'll I get back. I
do know how long he's ben here, but
he's pretty we'll tuckered out. Brindle
hid him in the bushes, I s'p'ose, an he
tumbled in"
I hesitated Old Brindle seemed to
r +1o OF
with pleading eyes. But I should be
sure to get my clothes torn someway, and
then Aunt Ann would talk about black
sheep. ''Td help you myself, if it
wasn't for my dress" I said regretfully,
with a glance at che r,'ff1es and f-ill~'
But the red-haired boy did not seem
to W impressed by my kind intentions.
He looked at me and grirned. "You
help" he calculated. "Huhi You
couldn't climb down here, to say nothin'
of gittin' back"
Dress, gloves, RIB ons, were of no &C
count after that! The next moment
was scrambling down the almost perpen
dicular path. would not have owned
it for the world, but it was harder work
than I had imagined. I scratched my
hands, and tore my shoe; caught my
dress on a twig, and once missed my
footing, and just escaped rolling to the
bottom. But the descent was accom-
plished at last, and in way that COM
PEELED the admiration of the boy with
red hair, who said e beat any girl he
ever see, an if I'd jet give him my hand
once in a while onEhe way back, he'd
remember it of me-
think we were AMOUR getting that
calf up the bank; but it certainly was
not my fault. tore b many little three
cornered holes in my lress that gave up
trying to count them clambered up the
steepest places on mypands and knees,
and was not bit discouraged when, like |
the frog in the well, We climbed up one
step and slipped bacl two. broke my
parasol, jammed a liver in my finger,
and lost my air-ribon. But the calf |
was placed on solid round at last, Old
Brindle was please, and, in that first
flush of victory, fe that could afford
to forget those litt drawbacks. The
red haired boy regtded me rather pity
ingly as he said goo by.
''NIiss Whites? that where you're
goin'? There tits, rht down to the foot
of that big hill. Pm yer so much obliged
to you about the cal miss; but it's too
bad you got mussedp So"
Five minutes lateA servant had ush-
cred me in to wal '"tlll the missus
came" "Some onb see Miss White on
important business heard her explain