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Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers |
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No tear dropped over that pillow; in such straits as these, the heart has no tears to give,- it drops only blood, bleeding itself away in silence. She took a piece of paper and a pencil, and wrote, hastily, “O Missis! dear Missis! don’t think me ungrateful,- don’t think hard of me, any way,- I heard all you and master said to-night. I am going to try to save my boy-you will not blame me! God bless and reward you for all your kindness!” Hastily folding and directing this, she went to a drawer and made up a little package of clothing for her boy, which she tied with a handkerchief firmly round her waist; and, so fond is a mother’s remembrance, that, even in the terrors of that hour, she did not forget to put in the little package one or two of his favorite toys, reserving a gayly painted parrot to amuse him, when she should be called on to awaken him. It was some trouble to arouse the little sleeper; but, after some ef- fort, he sat up, and was playing with his bird, while his mother was putting on her bonnet and shawl. “Where are you going, mother?” said he, as she drew near the bed, with his lit- tle coat and cap. His mother drew near, and looked so earnestly into his eyes, that he at once di- vined that something unusual was the matter. “Hush, Harry,” she said; “mustn’t speak loud, or they will hear us. A wicked man was coming to take little Harry away from his mother, and carry him ‘way |
