A District Messenger Boy, and A Necktie PartyOtis, James
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A District Messenger Boy, and A Necktie Party
Otis, James
Adventure stories; Boys -- Juvenile fiction
There seemed to be an unnatural stillness everywhere, amid which the
crunching of the
dry snow sounded with a distinctness that almost frightened the boy,
who was simply going to his uncle Robert's to spend a day or two. But
finally Dan was on the main road, where the snow was frozen so hard
that his footsteps could not be heard as distinctly, and where the two
tracks worn smooth by the runners of the sleighs lay spread out before
him, looking like two satin ribbons on white broadcloth.
Dan trudged slowly on, his heart growing lighter as the moments went by
and he knew
he had actually gotten away without arousing anyone; but after he had
walked some distance he began to realize how heavy Crippy was. He had
thought he could carry his pet almost any length of time; but at the
very commencement of his journey his arms began to ache.
"It's no use, Crippy, you'll have to walk some of the way," he said, as
he put the goose on the snow, and then started off to show him he must
follow. Now a moonlight promenade on the snow, in the morning, with the
thermometer several degrees below zero, was not at all to Crip's
liking, and he scolded most furiously in his goose dialect, but he took
good care to run after his master at the same time.
As Mrs. Hardy had said, Crippy was very fat, and when he toddled on at
full speed he could only get along about half as fast as his master, so
that Dan's journey was made up with alternately trudging over the
frozen road, and waiting for his pet to overtake him.
And soon it was necessary to make a change even in this slow way of
travelling, for before Crippy had been half an hour on the road he
began to evince the most decided aversion to walking, and it became
necessary for Dan to take him in his arms again. On he walked, carrying
Crippy the greater portion of the time, and coaxing him along when it
became absolutely necessary for him to give his aching arms a little
relief, until the sun came up over the hills, and he could see the
great city but a short distance ahead of him.
During all this time he had not stopped once to rest; but now, since he
was so near his destination, at such an early hour in the morning, he
sat down in the snow, and began to arrange with the discontented Crippy
as to how they might best find uncle Robert, for Dan had not the
slightest idea of where his relative lived.
"I'll tell you what we'll do, Crip," he said, as he gave the goose a
handful of corn, contenting himself with half a biscuit he had taken
from the supper-table the night previous. " We'll walk right along till
we see uncle Robert, or some of the folks. It's the day before
Thanksgiving, you know, an' some of 'em will be sure to be out buyin'
things."
Crippy had finished eating the corn as his master ceased speaking, and
he looked up side-
ways into Dan's face much as if he doubted the success of their plan if
carried out in that
manner.
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