a lot about farm animals. So,
calling to Violet, Mun Bun and Rose, and seeing that Russ and Laddie were
on the way to the fence, Mrs. Bunker followed the two boys.
"I could throw stones at the ram," said Russ.
"So could I," added his brother. "Let's go do it!"
"No. You do as grandma told you, and get on the other side of the fence,"
said his mother. "Grandma Bell can take care of the ram."
The ram, which had big, curving horns, walked toward Margy, now and then
stopping to stamp his foot or give a loud:
"Baa-a-a-a!"
"What's he saying?" asked Vi.
"Never mind what he's saying," said Mrs. Bunker. "Run! Don't stop to ask
questions."
"I guess the ram's saying he doesn't like red coats," put in Russ.
They were soon at the fence and out of any danger from the ram. Grandma
Bell was now close to Margy, who had stopped picking flowers, and was
looking at the animal with his shaggy coat of wool and his big, curved
horns.
"Come to me, Margy!" cried her grandmother, and Margy ran, and was soon
clasped in Mrs. Bell's arms.
"Baa-a-a-a!" bleated the old ram, again stamping his foot, as he shook his
lowered head.
"Oh, he's going to bunk right into Grandma Bell!" cried Laddie, on the
safe side of the fence.
"I'll go back and help her drive the ram off," said Mother Bunker. "You
children stay here."
"Will the old ram-sheep come and get us?" asked Vi.
"No, he can't get through the fence," her mother answered after a look
around. "Don't be afraid."
By this time Margy's grandmother had caught the little girl up in her
arms, and was walking away from the ram.
"I must cover your red coat up with my apron, and then the ram can't see
it," said Grandma Bell. "It's the red color he doesn't like."
"'Cause why?" asked Margy.
"I don't know why--any more than I know why turkey gobblers and bulls
don't like red," answered her grandmother. "But we had better get out of
this meadow. I didn't know the ram was so saucy, or we should have gone
around another way."
"Will he
Notka biograficzna
Reverend Nehemiah Adams (born February 19, 1806; died October 6, 1878) was an American clergyman and writer. He was born in Salem, Massachusetts, in 1806 to Nehemiah Adams and Mehitabel Torrey Adams. He graduated from Harvard University in 1826, and from Andover Theological Seminary in 1829. He was ordained as co-pastor of First Congregational Church in Cambridge, Massachusetts, that same year. In 1832, he married Martha Hooper.
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