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tell—no matter which way I looked. I sprang
liere and I ran there to find something I
recog-nized, but I got more and more bewildered and
Karl grew crosser and erosser. He kicked at
his basket of blueberries.
“ Horrid old berries! I want to go home—
I’m just mad at everything here. I’m mad as
can be.”
If you have never been in a great forest, you
cannot possibly imagine anything so
bewilder-ing. Trees and trees and trees in every
direc-tion and nothing else; no clear space, no
open-ing anywhere. But even yet I wasn’t a bit
afraid. The sunshine was bright, the forest
air fragrant and I had three quarts of
blueberries in my basket—three quarts at the very
least. But Karl was heavv to drag along and
my berry basket weighed down my other arm,
and there was no end to the trees.
O me! Hoav we wandered,—round and
round, up and down, hither and thither! We
would go ten steps in one direction, then five
steps in another—I didn’t know where we had
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