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Title: Two girls of old New Jersey : a school-girl story of '76
Year: 1912 (1910s)
Authors: Sage, Agnes Carr Connah, Douglas John
Subjects: New Jersey--Fiction.
Publisher: New York : Frederick A. Stokes Company
Contributing Library: Rutgers University Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: Lyrasis Members and Sloan Foundation

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s pudding. For the next fifteen minutes, then, hands and mouths were toobusy for much conversation. Quickly the birch-bark baskets werefilled to overflowing and sunbonnets were about to be pressedinto the service, to hold the woodland spoils, when a loud outcrywas heard in the distance and both damsels turned to see a boyof about fourteen, bare of head and flushed of face, rushing wildlyacross the fields in their direction while in his wake came twonegro slaves very slowly, bearing a heavy burden between them. Why, it is Jan! exclaimed Katrina, turning pale. Somemisfortune must have happened ! and off she flew to meet herbrother, who was now within ear-shot. Dire news, dire news, he shrieked. The redskins havebeen up to their deviltry once again 1 Ah, no, say not so, cried his sister aghast. Surely, noneof our friendly Hackensacs or Delawares would work the fatheran injury! No, they would not. But the Lenape from over HudsonRiver way have no such scruples. A party of them rode by this
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I.OOK AT Tlin: inCKRIES! THEY ARE AS THICK AS THE PI.IMS IN AST. NICHOLAS PUDDING — PtlQe J THE VAN GUILDER FARM 3 morning and, while the men and I were harvesting the Indiancorn in ilie upper meadow, they entered our padduck, caught theblack mare and made off with her at a spanking pace. Thethievish devils 1 It is a sore loss and what is mure, it leaves hercolt, which is only two days old, alone and motherless. Oh, the poor little horsekin 1 almost sobbed Temperance,who dearly loved animals. Is that he which the field hands arecarrying? Yes, but it is scarce worth their while. He has small chanceof life without his natural nourishment. Certainly it was a most forlorn scrap of horseflesh which theslaves now deposited on the grass beside the girls and whichturned its pathetic dark eyes mournfully upon them, meanwhileuttering little moans of distress and hunger. Tempe kneeleddown and kissed the small rough head, the tears rolling down hercheeks. We will take it home, anyway, and see w

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