HAPPY
LITTLE EDWARD,
AND HIS PLEASANT
RIDE AND RAMBLES
IN THE COUNTRY.
PUBLISHED BY S. BABCOCK.
1850.
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HAPPY LITTLE EDWARD.
Edward Jones was about four years old. He was a good, and of course ahappy little boy, and he lived in a beautiful city in Connecticut, withhis kind parents, and his brothers and sisters, and a dear good aunt,who took care of him.
Edward's mother had a sister living in Massachusetts, who was the wifeof a farmer, and one beautiful Spring morning, Mr. and Mrs. Jonesdetermined to pay her a visit, and to take Edward with them.
The little fellow was much pleased to hear this, you may be sure; andwhen the carriage drove up to the door, he could hardly wait for auntMary to dress him, comb his hair, and get him ready for the journey.
At first Edward's attention was taken up with the motion of thecarriage, and the sight of the horses, as they rode swiftly on theirjourney; but after a while he began to notice the different objectswhich presented themselves, as the road led through the green woods, andon the banks of the broad river, or swept by the pretty villages whichlay in their route.
About noon they stopped at a retired and shady spot on the banks of theriver, to give the horses time to get a little rest and refreshment.
So Edward and his mother seated themselves on the green bank; and shelet him take off his cap and dip his fingers in the clear bright stream,which she told him was running to swell the waters of the great ocean.It was a lovely day; the air was full of the sweet scent of the earlyflowers, and the grass was green and bright with the freshness ofSpring.
"What is that running up the tree, mother?" asked Edward; "see whatbright quick eyes it has, and a bushy tail;—there he goes,mother!"
"That is a squirrel, my dear; a brown squirrel. They are not alllike this one. There are black and gray squirrels; and insome very cold countries, white ones. But hark! my son; whatsound is that?"
Edward listened, and heard something like the sound of a little hammeragainst a t