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Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902

"Old Caravan Days"

"She
goes to college, but it don't make a simpleton of _her_. She always
has a smile and a pleasant word. Her folks are real good friends of
mine. They knew our folks in Ohio."
"And did he come right in and grab you?" urged Bobaday, keeping to
the main narrative.
"I was that scared for a minute," resumed the toll-woman, "that I
hadn't any strength. The middle door never is locked. I leave it on
the latch like, so I can hear wheels better. What to do I didn't
know, but a body thinks fast at such times. First thing I knew I was
on the back doorstep, hookin' the door on the outside. Then a gust of
wind like, came around the corner of the house, and voices came with
it, and I felt sure there were more men waitin' there to ketch me, if
I tried to run."


CHAPTER XXV.
ROBBERS.

It was a light night, but the new moon looked just like it was
blowed through the sky by the high wind. I noticed that, because I
remembered it afterwards.
"Now I was outside, I didn't know which way to turn. If I run to
either side, there were the men, and if I took toward the pig-pen
they'd see me. And they'd be comin' around and 'd ketch me where I
was."
"What did you do?" exclaimed aunt Corinne, preserving a rigid
attitude.


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