If you think this is anything, you should have seen his face the day he stood between me and a band of Indians, we had every reason to think, I had angered to the fighting point." "Tell me! Please tell me!" I begged.
All of us had been brought up on that story, but we were crazy to hear it, and mother loved to tell it, so she dropped on a chair and began: "We were alone in a cabin in the backwoods of Ohio.

Elizabeth was only nine months old, and father always said a mite the prettiest of any baby we ever had.

Many of the others have looked quite as well to me, but she was the first, and he was so proud of her he always wanted me to wait in the wagon until he hitched the horses, so he would get to take and to carry her himself.

Well, she was in the cradle, cooing and laughing, and I had my work all done, and cabin shining.

I was heating a big poker red-hot, and burning holes into the four corners of a board so father could put legs in it to make me a bench.