This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated.1902 Excerpt: ... CHAPTER IV. MY EXPERIENCE IN RUNNING AWAY. I Had been living in my new home several months, but had not seen much, except what was within sight of the house, and yet I was very sure there was something else worth seeing, for nearly every day I saw some of the folks, usually including the children, get into the carriage and drive away. When they came back they looked tired, but so happy that I knew they had had a good time. I concluded at last, that come what would, I would follow them and see for myself what there was to be seen. I might explain right here that not only had I never been invited to go with them, but the few times I had tried to follow them I had always heard, in that stern voice I so much dislike, the words, "Go home, Dixie " and would you believe it, if I did not go at once, I have even known one of them (usually the father) actually to get out and pick up a stick or a stone, and throw it at me; not in fun either. Just think of it Knowing that, you can readily see why, with my sensitive disposition, I had never gone very far from home. Now I was obliged to lay all my plans myself, as there was no one I could really trust to help me. I had been thinking this all over, when what I considered a fine opportunity came to me, and I eagerly seized it. On this particular afternoon I saw the mother dressing the children in their Sunday clothes, and putting on their wraps; then I noticed the father go to the barn and harness Topsy to the newly painted buggy, so I knew that meant an extra fine trip. I kept out of sight; in fact, I hid just around the corner of the house, where I could keep track of what they did without being seen by them. After a while the father drove around in front of the house, and the mother and children got in the buggy with h...