The black and gold [serial] . ir children proudly say that the success of theAmericans in part rested on their great grand-fathers andgrand-mothers. —Mary Horton, 12.—Ernestine Lott, 12.—Mamie Wall, 12. A Story of Colonial Days 0, David, my son, I cant let thee go. My heartmisgives me when I think of the long cold way,the danger that awaits thee, the Indians. Pshaw, mother, dost thou think thy boy acoward? Thou knowest thy mother hast no such thought, David,replied the mother, quickly, a soft flush overspreading herpale face. Then, mother, let me go, said David seeing the look
The black and gold [serial] . ir children proudly say that the success of theAmericans in part rested on their great grand-fathers andgrand-mothers. —Mary Horton, 12.—Ernestine Lott, 12.—Mamie Wall, 12. A Story of Colonial Days 0, David, my son, I cant let thee go. My heartmisgives me when I think of the long cold way,the danger that awaits thee, the Indians. Pshaw, mother, dost thou think thy boy acoward? Thou knowest thy mother hast no such thought, David,replied the mother, quickly, a soft flush overspreading herpale face. Then, mother, let me go, said David seeing the look of pain in the dear eyes, he said moregently, Its for our sakes, mother, for the sake of babyJohn, for Esther and Mary, for myself, your first born, thatthou must get strong and well. And the good Moravian doctor can cure thee so quickly,mother, Esthers soft voice added to her brothers. Justsay David can go and well have him off and back againbefore thou knowest it. The mother wearily closed her eyes. She knew that day.
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