Stories of pioneer life, for young readers; . , in whichwe were to go down the beautiful Ohio River. I was about five years old, and had scarcelyever been away from our farm before. I was wildwith joy when we started, and could not under-stand why the grown folks looked sad. I wellremember the tears that fell from grandmas eyes,as she handed baby Betty to my mother when weleft the old home. It seemed to me that we were going into anew world. I did not know that it was a hard,lonely life we were beginning. Of course, theerown folks knew all this. No wonder grand-mother s tears fell fast. She co
Stories of pioneer life, for young readers; . , in whichwe were to go down the beautiful Ohio River. I was about five years old, and had scarcelyever been away from our farm before. I was wildwith joy when we started, and could not under-stand why the grown folks looked sad. I wellremember the tears that fell from grandmas eyes,as she handed baby Betty to my mother when weleft the old home. It seemed to me that we were going into anew world. I did not know that it was a hard,lonely life we were beginning. Of course, theerown folks knew all this. No wonder grand-mother s tears fell fast. She could not hope tosee us again, and she never did. 103 I04 Stories of Pioneer Life. Our boat was like a house on the water. Therewas another family of several children with us,and of course no lack of fun among so many littleones. How beautiful it was as we drifted slowlydown the river ! It was in the fall of the yearand the trees looked like great bouquets. All daythe boat moved slowly down the stream, but itwas fastened to the shore at ON THE SAND BAR. Once our boat ran into a sand-bar, and it tookthe men several days to get it off. We childrenwere just as happy in the woods as on theboat. We saw many Indians here, but they werefriendly and did not wish to hurt us. Theywould look at our baby and say, White pap-poose : squaw or warrior ? Mother was afraidthey would steal it, but she need not have did not admire a little, weak, white baby. Grandfather*s Story, 105 11. THE JOURNEY TO THE NEW HOME. After six weeks on the river, we landed at alittle town which had a store and a blacksmithsshop. Its one street was full of stumps. Father agreed to trade his boat for some landnear the centre of the state. He and another
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