The Minneapolis journal. [volume] (Minneapolis, Minn.) 1888-1939, 1903-05-09

Ethel aE1vira were her Sunday gO-t to me
and they went with dress that had lots of
that had lots of rustic. and new shoes that had
On week days her mother called her Bud
die which is shorter and easier to say espe-
cially if one is in a hurry-as Buddie's mother
always was.
Buddie lived in log house short stones
throw from the shore of the lake. And
wild shore it was-rlot at all the shore that
you would like; for there was no sandy beach
to dig in. :, Here and there were short
stretches of rough gravel, which some day
would be sand, but mostly it was, black rock
and deep, cold water. which the sun never
succeeded in warming. -.
AS far as you could see up and down the
lake there was no other house; and the only
blur on the wide sweep of dark blue alter
was the tattered sail Of some restless Indian
or the trailing smoke of a distant steamer
There was only one road in all the country
rounda BOUT and this kept SO close to the lake
for fear very likely. it would get lost) that
there just room between it and the wa
ter for the log house and small backyard
for the chickens Across the road was a
cleared space, sloping up over hill, and in
this grew potatoes, onions turnips and other
vegetables that could stand a cold climate;
for Buddie's home was 50 far north real win
ter lasted six months, and sometimes longer,
There wasn't any spring to speak of with
OUT COmplalnlnSD.l ana NOBODY COulQ tell Wnen
summer ended and autumn began.
Buddie wasn't very old, but she was old
enough to have three brothers younger than
herself-one of them a wee tot who slept in
a hammock near the kitchen stove, where
mother could keep the pot a-bOiling and the
cradle a-swinging at the same time. What
with looking after the three boys, cooking
meals sewing, and keeping the house to
rights" the mother had all she could do
without watching Budde; and her father was
away all day, helping to improve the road,
which was in sad way, or hunting for the
cows which sometimes went deep into the
wood to escape the tormenting flies.
AS the oldest brother usually spent his
time helping father and as there were no
other little girls to play with, Buddie had to
amuse herself as best she could. One way
to turn the pages Of a big, fine book of
animal stories, Christmas gift from a sum-
mer tourist acquaintance and when all the pi
looked at, for the hundredth time, she .wou
Colonel and ramble along the edge of the W
road in the hope of seeing at least some of t
tured in her. book. But she never surprised ONT
perhaps have come upon rabbit squire
not been along.
She never went more than very little wa
''For if you do her mother would say, eth
you up" And so it was that the wood came
fascination for her, as it would for you or
not go INTO lt. "A great many Oh US Always
we are told not to do which is very wrong
discourages the wise and patient people who
ethics.
It was surely a wonderful wood, not at
in your favorite fairy tale. You can hardly
away it Observation-Disclosures and hundreds Of
the ice and snow of the far, far north. Their
as in your fairy tale wood and no paths e
trails that had not been used for years, and
wild grasses and shrubs ran again. From
you could see. into it only a little way. Their
trees that had branches close to the ground, a
of old dead trees and thiekly growing youn
the day;&when the sunlight crept in thru eve
quite cheerful among the pines and frs ant
great deal seemed to be going on there; bl
came on it grew dark and gloomy, and oh
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