The book of joyous children . N THE HEARTH BESIDE HER. A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY And now, John Wesley Thomas, first and last,— You feed em milk—fresh milk—and always warm— Say five or six or seven times a day— Of course we 11 grade that by the way they thrive:^ But, for all sanguine hope, and care, as well, The little fellows did not thrive at all.— Indeed, with all our care and vigilance, By the third day of their captivity The last survivor of the fated five Squeaked, like some battered little rubber toy Just clean worn out.—And thats just what it was ! And—nights,—the cry of the mother-fo
The book of joyous children . N THE HEARTH BESIDE HER. A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY And now, John Wesley Thomas, first and last,— You feed em milk—fresh milk—and always warm— Say five or six or seven times a day— Of course we 11 grade that by the way they thrive:^ But, for all sanguine hope, and care, as well, The little fellows did not thrive at all.— Indeed, with all our care and vigilance, By the third day of their captivity The last survivor of the fated five Squeaked, like some battered little rubber toy Just clean worn out.—And thats just what it was ! And—nights,—the cry of the mother-fox for her youngWas heard, with awe, for long weeks we boys, every night, would go to the doorAnd, peering out in the darkness, hear the poor fox in the black bleak woodsStill calling for her little ones in , all mutely, we returned to the warm would say : How would you like for meTo be out there, this dark night, in the cold woods,Calling for my children ?. [111] A SESSION WITH UNCLE SIDNEY II UNCLE BEIGHTENS UP
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