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Title: The adventures of Bob White
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Burgess, Thornton W. (Thornton Waldo), 1874-1965
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Publisher: Boston, Little, Brown, and company
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new,too, why it was that their wheat fieldwas the best for miles around. It wasbecause Bob White and his familyhunted for and ate those bugs as fastas they appeared. Hurrah for you! Youre thegreatest little helpers a farmer everhad! cried Farmer Browns boy,and hurried off to tell FarmerBrown what he had found out. So the summer passed, and the cool crisp days of autumn came. The wheat had been harvested and the(126) FARMERS BOY INDIGNANT vegetables gathered and storedaway. Jack Frost had begun to paintthe maple trees red and yellow, thegarden was bare, and the stubble inthe wheat field a golden brown. Thelittle feathered people who do notlike cold weather had flown away tothe sunny Southland, led by OlMistah Buzzard. Striped Chipmunk,Chatterer the Red Squirrel, andHappy Jack the Gray Squirrel werebusy from morning till night storingaway seeds and nuts on which to livethrough the long, cold winter.These were glorious days, and BobWhite loved every one of them.Son, said Farmer Brown one
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They were busy storing away seeds and nuts FARMERS BOY INDIGNANTmorning, those Bob Whites mustbe fat with the good living they havehad. Seeing that we have fed themoff the farm all summer, dont youthink that it is their turn to feed us?I think broiled Bob White on toastwould taste pretty good. The shoot-ing season begins next week, so Isuppose you will get out your gunand shoot a few of those Bob Whitesfor us. There was a twinkle, akindly twinkle, in his eyes as hespoke. But Farmer Browns boy didntsee that twinkle. His face grew red.A hot anger filled his heart. He was indignant. He was very indignant to(129) BOB WHITE think that his father should everhint at such a thing. But he didntforget to be respectful. No, sir! said he. I wouldntshoot one of them for anything inthe world! They dont owe us any-thing; we owe them. If it hadntbeen for them, we wouldnt havehad half a crop of wheat, and ourgarden would have been just as pooras those of our neighbors. Im notgoing to shoot em, and Im

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