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Entered according to Act of Congress, in June, 1867, by J. W. Burke k Cos., in the Clerk’s Office of the District Court of the United States for the So. District of Georgia
Yol. I.
LITTLE RED-BI
DING HOOD.
BY MISS MULOCHj
Author of “ John Halifax, Gent.”
jm* tiest ever seen.
jP Her mother was
foolishly fond of
her, and her grandmo
ther likewise. The old
woman made for her a
little hood, which be
came the damsel so well
that ever after she went
by the name of Little
Red-Riding-llood. One
day, when her mother
was making cakes, she
said,
“My chiid, you shall
go and see your grand
mother, for I hear she
is not well; and you
shall take her some of
these cakes, and a pot
i of butter.”
Tittle Red-Riding
| Hood was delighted to
go, though it was a long
I walk; but she was a
I good child, and fond of
1 her kind grandmother.
I bussing through a wood
pbo met a great wolf,
■ who was most eager to
I cat her up, but dared
loot, because of a wood-cutter who was
■ busy hard by*. So he only came and ask
|cd her politely where she was going.—
|bhe poor child, who did not know how
■dangerous it is to stop and speak to wolves,
MACON, GrA., JANUARY J, 1868.
replied: “I am going to see my grand
mother, and to take her a cake and a pot
of butter, which my mother has sent her.”
“Is it very far from lienee?” asked the
wolf.
“ Oh, y~es, it is just
above the mill which
you may r see up there—
the first house you come
to in the village.”
“ Well,” said the wolf,
“ I will go there also, to
inquire after your ex
cellent grandmother. I
will go one way, and
y T ou the other, and we
will see who can be there
first.”
So he ran as fast as
ever he could, taking
the shortest road, hut
the little maiden took
the longest; for she
stopped to pluck roses
in the wood, to chase
butterflies, and gather
nosegays of the prettiest
flowers she could find—
she was such a happy
and innocent little soul.
The wolf was not long
in reaching the grand
mot h e r’s door. He
knocked, Toe—toe, and
the grandmother said,
“Who is there?”
“ It is yrnur child, Lit
tle Red- Riding-Hood,”
replied the wicked beast
imitating the girl’s
voice ; “ I bring you a
cake and a pot of but
ter, which my mother
has sent you.”
The grandmother,
who was ill in her bed,
said :
“ Very well, my' dear, pull the string
and the latch will open.”
The wolf pulled the string —the door
flew open ; he leaped in, fell upon the poor
old woman, and ate her up in less than no
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