None of us had ever slept on straw before. We got home in
the morning. That is all I can write about our visit to Cousin
Mattie's.
FELIX KING.
MY WORST ADVENTURE
It's my turn to write it so I suppose I must. I guess my worst
adventure was two years ago when a whole lot of us were coasting
on Uncle Rogers hill. Charlie Cowan and Fred Marr had started,
but half-way down their sled got stuck and I run down to shove
them off again. Then I stood there just a moment to watch them
with my back to the top of the hill. While I was standing there
Rob Marr started Kitty and Em Frewen off on his sled. His sled
had a wooden tongue in it and it slanted back over the girls'
heads. I was right in the way and they yelled to me to get out,
but just as I heard them it struck me. The sled took me between
the legs and I was histed back over the tongue and dropped in a
heap behind before I knew what had happened to me. I thought a
tornado had struck me. The girls couldn't stop though they
thought I was killed, but Rob came tearing down and helped me up.
He was awful scared but I wasn't killed nor my back wasn't broken
but my nose bled something awful and kept on bleeding for three
days. Not all the time but by spells.
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