Through Forest and Fire - Wild-Woods Series No. 1 by Edward S. (Edward Sylvester) Ellis
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At this Mr. Marston whipped up his horses, which were showing some fear of the twinkling lanterns, and halted when opposite to the party of searchers. "My gracious! is she lost?" asked the good man, forgetting the anguish of his friends in his own curiosity. "Yes, she started up this road this afternoon toward Dunbarton to meet her brother, who was returning, but, somehow or other, missed him, and we are all anxious about her." "My gracious alive! I should think you would be: it would drive my wife and me crazy if our Lizzie should be lost in the woods." "I suppose, from the way you talk," continued the teacher, "that you have seen nothing of her?" "No, I wish I had, for I tell you these woods are a bad place for a little girl to get lost in. Last March, when we had an inch of snow on the ground, I seen tracks that I knowed was made by a bear, and a mighty big one, too, and--" But just then a half-smothered moan from the mother warned the thoughtless neighbor that he was giving anything but comfort to the afflicted parents. "I beg pardon," he hastened to say, in an awkward attempt to apologize; "come to think, I am sure that it wasn't a bear, but some big dog; you know a large dog makes tracks which can be mistook very easy for those |
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