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and a amackinf of the ltps in anticipation of rabbit
for breakfast. lie trotted along more nimbly
now, and paid leas attention to the tracks and his
surroundings. It was so easy to follow the path
which led to the orchard that he could atlord
to be ofl his guard.
Just as he had guessed, the double row of
tracks led him directly to the orchard. Only
once he half hesitated and looked dubiously at
one of the big blotches on the snow. "What a
funny footprint for a rabbit!" he said. "But
I suppose it was made by several rabbits' feet,
and any kind of a picture might result from it."
His fears, quelled by this method of reasoning,
he hurried on again. Suddenly he broke forth
from the cover of the swamp and saw the orchard
ahead. One sweep and his eyes convinced
him that his rabbit was not in sight, but hiding
somewhere. He would have to stalk his break
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Dear Presbyterian: I am a little girl almost
six and a half years old. I have two little sisters.
Please publish my letter.
Your friend,
Anderson, N. C. Margaret Tribble.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little boy seven
years old. My papa takes your paper and I love
to read the letters from the boys and girls. I
go to school at Sardinia; I am in the first grade.
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my icauiier s uume is auiss marie uones. i nave
a pet colt, his name is Charlie; he is almost two
years old. I will close, hoping that my letter
w will not reach the waste-basket.
Your little friend,
New Zion, S. C. Rudolph Cousar.
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little boy nine years
old. I have a brother and sister and two pets?
Dan, a dog, and Billy, a pony; and I have ten
little chickens. I like Dan and Billy more than
the chickens.
Your little friend,
Master Singleton Luttrell.
Delaplane, Va.
Dear Presbyterian: My mamma takes your
paper and she reads the children's letters to me
and we enjoy them very much, and 1 thought I
would write you a letter as I didn't see any
from Oklahoma. I am a little girl eight years
old. I am in the second grade and my teacher's
name is Miss Carrie Gill. I go to the Baptist
I Sunday school as we have no Presbyterian Sunday
school, and my teacher's name is Mrs. Alice
, Neely. I have one little sister, four years old,
and one little baby brother. We will be glad
to see my letter in print.
Your little friend,
Caney, Okla. Gladys Lee Reid.
t Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl ten years
old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday. I go
to school and am in the third grade. I am taking
music lessons. I will answer Elizabeth Bryan's
Question: What man, a near relative of Jesus,
lived in the wilderness, and lived upon honey
locusts, etc.? John the Baptist. What is the
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Your unknown friend,
San Benito, Tex. Merry Robertson.
I Bear Presbyterian: I am a little Oklahoma
girl; my papa reads me the children's letters in
your nice paper and I don't see any from out
here. My papa is Superintendent of the Central
Presbyterian Sunday school, and I go every Sun
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fast aftsr all, ahd ere?p upon him while gnawing
the bark of some apple tree. He squatted down
and began slyly creeping across the orchard, still
following the tracks.
Right ahead of him, not a dozen yards away,
was a big apple tree, and something suspiciously
tempting bobbing out from the other side every
few moments. This something must be the long
ears of the stalked rabbit.
"Ah, now for my breakfast!" thought the fox.
"I have the foolish, innocent rabbit at last. Now
here goes for a spring and a long run!"
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broke cover and darted like the wind straight
toward the apple tree. The noise he made in
running startled the animal on the other side of
the tree, and the latter jumped out to meet him.
The red fox caught just one glimpse of the animal,
and then he felt his heart leap into his
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day. I will be six years old next August. I
will start to school in the fall. I have a whole
lot of pretty yellow chickens just a few days old
. and I love them dearly. Papa is teaching me the
Catechism and I know forty questions. We used
to live in Lewisburg, W. Va., and moved out here
when 1 was a tiny baby. I went back to see my
grandmothers last summer and I hope they will
see my letter in your paper.
Your little friend.
Shawnee, Okla. Eugenia Lyle Austin.
Dear Presbyterian: I have not seen a letter
from Spartanburg in a long time, so I thought I
would write. I am a little boy nine years old and
in the third grade at school. The pastor of the
Presbyterian church here is Rev. J. S. Watkins.
We have some ducks and chickens. I will close,
hoping that my letter will not reach the wastebasket.
Your unknown friend,
Spartanburg, S. C. Sam Rice Fant.
Dear Presbyterian : I am a little girl nine years
old. I go to Sunday school every Sunday, rain
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the fourth grade. My Sunday school teacher is
Miss Rose Charlton, and my pastor is Mr. E. E.
Lane. I like them both very much. I will answer
Harold Smith's question: 117th Psalm is
the shortest and middle chapter in the Bible.
I will ask a question: In what book of the Bible
is the name of God not mentioned?
Your unknown friend,
Ohristiansburg, Ya. Mary Cassell.
Dear Presbyterian: lama little boy fourteen
years old. As I have never written to your good
paper I thought I would write. My mother takes
your good paper. I enjoy reading the children's
letters. I live on a farm. I have a pet dog; he
is a black shepherd. He drives the horses and
cows from the pasture to the barn. I go to
school every day. I have one mile to walk to
school. My teacher's name is Mr. Grady Braswell.
I am in the fourth grade at school. I will
close by asking a question: "Who was Samuel's
mother. Good-bye, with good wishes to your
paper.
Ansonville, N. C. Samuel Moulden.
P. S.?Please print my letter as I want to surprise
my mother and father.
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Dear Presbyterian I am a boy twelve years
old. T recited the Child's Catechism to Dr. Walden
in the year 1006, and the Shorter Catechism
to Mr. Hill in 1909. I am the last of six in this
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threat. Instead of a rabbit ha waa atalking a
big rabbit hound, which had made the funny
tracks in the snow where the rabbit had been.
The hound yelped with delight, the fox turned
swiftly, and then the race began. For half a mile
it was a close one, but old Reynard finally es
caped in his burrow after the narrowest chase of
his life.
Panting from his fear and exertion, the fox
thought of the double tracks and the rabbit. "I
was more foolish than the rabbit," he reflected,
sadly. "It was over-confidence that led my
parents into traps and caused their death. Maybe
the rabbit is not so foolish after all, and I can
learn something from him yet."
He shook his head sadly, but more wisely than
ever before that day, for even the humble rabbit
was not too small to teach him a lesson in caution.
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family to receive diplomas. I am a member of
the Prince Avenue Presbyterian church. My
father is an elder. Our pastor is Rev. S. J. Cartledge.
Athens, Ga. Clifford Hodgson.
Dear Presbyterian: My papa and mama take
your paper, and I read the children's letter page
every week. I go to school every day. I am a
little girl ten years old, and in the fifth grade in
school. I go to Sunday school. My teacher's
name is Miss Olie Wise. She is a very good
teacher. Our pastor's name is Dr. W. R. Hudson.
I go to the Third Presbyterian church. I
have a little brother and sister. My sister's name
is Bettie Ely Wilder, and my brother's name is
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v^narne nenry wilder, and my name is Norah
Lee Wilder. I am the oldest; my brother is the
youngest. I will close by asking a question:
What is the shortest verse in the Bible?
Your little unknown friend,
Houston, Texas. Norah Lee Wilder.
Dear Presbyterian: As I have never seen any
letters from Tazewell I will write one now, and
as it is my first one I hope it will not find its way
to the waste-basket. I go skating on roller skates
every evening almost and always have a fine
time. My father has taken your paper for a
great many years and I enjoy reading the letters
and stories very much. I go to the Presbyterian
Sunday school everv Sundav. Rev. S. O TTnll \a
our pastor and we like him very much. I guess
T had better close or am afraid my letter will
reach the basket of which all letters are afraid.
With love and hopes of prosperity to The Presbyterian,
I am, Your little friend,
Tazewell, Virginia. Alice Carson.
Dear Presbyterian: I am a little blue-eyed
girl five years old. I have a dear brother fourteen
years old. I am trying hard to learn always
to laugh when he teases me, for I want to
grow up to be sweet natured. I have two cats,
one named Mamie Shand and one Tabby.
Brother and I have some chickens, and love to
gather the fresh eggs. We also have a great
many pigeons. I think it is so kind of you to
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Yonr little friend,
Sarah Margaret Livingston.
Oadsden Street, Columbia, S. C.
When Morrison, pioneer missionary to China,
set sail in 1807, he was asked, "Do yon really
expect to make an impression on the great Chinese
empiret" "No," was tha reply, "but I
expect that God will."