Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 186
ould nt catch me,and always died for want of breath trying to gethold of me ! We slept in the woods that night under the darkpine trees and beside our great camp-fires; andearly the next morning took up the line of marchfor home. We marched all day over the hills, and,as the sun was setting, came… … OUR FIRST SUMMER BOARDER. 654 HOW GIF PLAYED WITH THE BALL. [July,
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