Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 372
s my sonwas lost and is found, was dead and is alive. Even old man Snowman, as he took little Sam into his big arms, brushed a drop of dew off his weather-beaten cheek with the back of his tarry hand, and only said, You blamed little rat! There was rejoicing in Fairport that summer morning; and in… … AS THE OLD CRAFT DREW NEAR THE TOWN. It was a peaceful end to what at one time seemeda most perilous adventure. Looking back at it nowover the still lapse of years, it does seem like a nar-row escape. Perhaps we truant youngsters weremuch to blame for the night of tearful apprehensionwhich we…
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