Audubon County journal. (Exira, Iowa) 1884-1993, 1918-01-03
Grandpa.s Story.

Baiby was a little city kpJ.
who with his mother was visiting
his grandfather Brown wGlo lived
ON a large harm.
There was so much to see and
&c i'm the great barn and farm
yard at firs. that he had. no
ttisme to see what the woods and
aields Were like, but ONE morrgr
ing, when no n was about, Bob
BIZ started down the lare behind
the hes-. to see what WAS on
tie other side OF the hill.
8 pretty brook la~ st the foot
nj the hill. In it th4re we're
.iny Eishes. swimming.
Bobby walked along tile 'oank
lhe brook for Bome time, ina
y and b. he CAME to a mar
rdw plaae whore there wera
some dry stones where lie could
step across.
AL at once Bshhy noticed
that ne had lost tho patahLl 1t
seemed very strange and lonle-
tsome and he bggaH to wiqin
ie had not come
! iHe, Thought lof the ssAries, oh
beaIrs aisdf other wild animals
which he heard and wondered if
jllelfs might be any. in these
Iank woods. "a
He walked ON and on although
fe could see, no path, nor did
5A.adw what directson he had
taken. Suddenly he, knew he
was lest. What if a lb4ar or
Wy Id cat we're. to see him.? THEY
might eaty him up. and mo one.
would ever know.
HJ was beginning to- be very
frightened when he. saw am open
spa g just ahead. There was a
hill too and he hlur1lhed to see
If he could not find grandpa's
lhouse. or some one who could
tell him whare he was.
Sure enough; the hill proved
to be- the ONE at tho back of
grandpats barn where he had taa-
!siun his walk; and who should
he, See alking ther but grand-
pa himself.
Than a funny thing happened.
Tscb-iaI checked n for a minute
he was afraid he was going to
crySl3 bit he swallowed hard and
shokad back the tears. Grandpa
h,mussn't see him cry; there
wasn't anything to cry about amy
way. now that he had souad
way homie.
% gram pa" he cried, Il was
lost lin thote big bushes and
didn't know how to get home, hui
,'ere L ann. right back where
started from
Grandpa BrawtJ led the email
tired little boy to the house,
'tstn they were seated ON the
v1det cool porch, grandpa said,
Bob by, your getting lost reminds
me- of a story about a rAg We
used to have"
We'll ms about it," saaa Bob
ny. eagerly.
AHe was. a fine pig, and we
kept him lin a nice little pasture
whare HE could run a,oaut as
much as he liked and root te
his hearts content.
He always had plenty of gooc
food to eat, of which you know
pigs are so ford"
But in spite of everything 10
make him happy, this pig was
mot contented. He wanted to Sec
THAT lay beNorld in neighbol
Jones' field. He used to spend
= .rours at a time trying to ROO
beneath the rough wall that lay
between his pastuhe and the
field .bsyoc d."
AT one place in the wall som
stumps and a large hollow los
blvd oee1 lml8d in a place which
had been lroken down."
The pig soon pound thab a.
Squeezing agd squiyming a gooG
deal he could get through the
t,oll,w log to the longed gor
sield beyond"
Now this field bslorged tc
Farmer Jones', who soon noticed
that some OF his c~ao.oages were
n.ssaEls He trlod to find vino
was t. blame ard not until one
AFTERNOON whea he was working
IL his cNbl age field did he learn
tat lit Was our pig"
The Zig had started to make
a visit 10 the fieid, and had
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