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TRAPPER JOE 169

and little Nat had screamed, “Papa! Mama!” sobbing as
if his heart would break.

In the morning all they could find to eat was a few
sweet red berries that grew close to the ground.

Every hour the poor children grew fainter, and, at last,
Nat could n’t walk at all.

“Tm too tired and sick,” he said, “and my feets all tut.
My toos and ’tockies is in the boat.

   
  
   
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
   

O Winnie! Winnie!” he would

 

cry, with a great sob, “why dowt
Mama ’v Papa come? Oh, if
Mama ’d only come and bring us
some bread!”

 

“Don’t ery, dear — don’t ery,”
Winnie would say over and over
again. “T’ll find some more red
berries soon; and God will show
us the way home. I know he will.
Only don’t cry, Nat, because it
takes away all my courage.”

“What?” asked Nat, looking
wildly at her as if he thought cour-
age was something they could eat.