May 07, 2014 12:55
Lord Ed-ward went out to shoot bears. He saw a black bear. He shot it, but he did not kill it. He fol-low-ed it, ho-ping to shoot a-gain, but the bear turn-ed round, and seiz-ed him with his shag-gy arms. As they strug-gled to-geth-er they fell o-ver the hillside; but still they went on strug-gling, and Lord Ed-ward went on stab-bing the bear with a dart, and the bear went on bi-ting Lord Ed-ward's arm. The serv-ants made the bear let go. They bore Lord Ed-ward to a house, and laid him on a bed, where he soon died. The bear died of the stabs. His bod-y was found in the road.
When El-len was four she was sit-ting in a chair too near the fire. She fell in-to the fire. She seized the bars of the grate with her lit-tle hands.
Oh how the dear lit-tle crea-ture did roar!
Nurse was quite near. She ran and lift-ed El-len out of the fire. She found that El-len's lit-tle hands were sad-ly burn-ed. Nurse tried to cure the burns.
El-len must take more care in fu-ture, and not sit so near the fire.
Мортимер