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Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Fred's, a fiction by Laura Lee Hope |
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Chapter 11. Violet Takes A Walk |
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_ CHAPTER XI. VIOLET TAKES A WALK Uncle Fred seemed tired as he sat down in a chair on the porch. He looked up at Captain Roy and asked: "How many cattle gone this time?" "About twenty-five. One of the cowboys, who was watching them, rode over to the far end of the field to see about a steer that had fallen into a big hole and couldn't get out, and when he got back the twenty-five steers were gone." "Hum! More work of those bad men!" exclaimed Uncle Fred. "Well, we'll see if we can catch them. Want to come along?" he asked Daddy Bunker. "Where are you going?" "To see if we can find the lost cattle. Maybe we can catch the men who drove them away." "Oh, let me come!" begged Russ. "Maybe I can lasso 'em!" "They might lasso you!" laughed his father. "No, you had better stay here. We'll soon be back." "Oh, Daddy, please?" "Not this time, Sonny," answered his father. So Uncle Fred and Daddy Bunker, with some of the cowboys, saddled their horses and started off to look for the lost cattle. "I wish I could go!" sighed Russ, as he watched the horsemen riding off. "So do I," echoed Laddie. "We could maybe help catch 'em. Mother, couldn't we go?" "They'd be more likely to catch you, just as the calf did," said Mother Bunker. "Wouldn't they, Captain Roy?" "Yes, indeed," answered the old soldier, smiling at the children. "Men who take cattle that do not belong to them are very likely to be bad men, and they would not be nice to the six little Bunkers. You stay with me, and you may come out and see the ponies again, though I won't promise you can ride on them." "Are you going to feed them?" asked Mun Bun. "No, they feed themselves on the grass in their field," said the captain. "I don't like to eat grass," said Mun Bun, shaking his head. "Neither do I," added Margy. "Why, I do declare! I believe you're hungry," laughed Captain Roy. "And it's two hours until supper. Come on, we'll go see what Bill Johnson has in his cupboard." "Could I come, too?" asked Russ. "I--I guess I'm hungry." "So'm I," put in Laddie. "Me, too!" added Violet. "Come on, all of you!" laughed Captain Roy. "It's almost as easy to feed six as it is two," he added to Mother Bunker. "Oh, it's too bad to bother you," she said quickly. "No bother at all!" exclaimed the old soldier. "I know I used to want my rations when I was in the army, and I guess there isn't much difference nowadays. Come along, little Bunkers!" Soon the children were having bread and milk, with a dish of canned peaches in addition. There were big cases of canned peaches in Bill Johnson's kitchen, and when Russ asked him why he had so many the cook said: "Well, the boys seem to like 'em more than anything else. It's hard to get fresh fruit out on a cattle ranch, so I keep plenty of the canned stuff on hand. Often a cowboy will eat two cans at once when he comes in from a ride very hungry." So the six little Bunkers had something to eat, even if it was not supper time, and then they went with Captain Roy to look at the ponies again. "Oh, look how they run to the fence to meet us!" cried Rose, as some of the ponies in the corral trotted toward the captain and the children. "That's because they think I have a bit of bread and sugar for them," said Captain Roy. "Have you?" asked Violet. "Yes. I hardly ever come out without bringing them something," answered the old soldier. He reached over the fence to pat the glossy necks and soft noses of the ponies, feeding them bits of dried bread, of which he seemed to have a lot in his pockets. "Bill Johnson saves me all his old crusts for the ponies," Captain Roy said to Russ. "And if you bring the little horses something to eat each time you come out they'll like you all the more, and get very tame." "I'll do it," said Russ. They stood looking at the ponies for some little time, and then Russ decided he wanted to make a boat and sail it in the creek that was not far from the ranch house. "I'll sail one, too," said Laddie. "And we'll take our dolls down by the creek and let them have a bath," said Rose to Violet. "You don't mean a real bath?" "No, just make believe." "All right. Only I think I'll make a boat. Su-San doesn't need a bath. She had one once when we were at home. But I'll take her along so she can see the water." "We'll all go down to the bank of the creek and sit there in the shade until Daddy and Uncle Fred come back," said Mrs. Bunker. "That will make the time pass more quickly." "I hope they bring back the lost cattle," said Rose. A little later the six little Bunkers were walking with their mother down toward where a creek flowed through the Three Star Ranch. It was not a very large one, but it had enough water in it to give hundreds of cattle a drink when they were thirsty. When the spring went dry the water from the creek had to be used in the ranch house. But, as Uncle Fred had told the children, there was a tank full of spring water that might last until the dry spell had passed. Russ and Laddie and Vi--Vi keeping Su-San near by--made some boats out of old pieces of wood they picked up around the ranch house. These boats they tied strings to, and let float down the creek, pulling them back from time to time and starting them off on another voyage. Mrs. Bunker sat on the grassy bank, in the shade of a willow tree, while Mun Bun and Margy and Rose played near her. Mun Bun had his pail and shovel that he had brought from the beach at Cousin Tom's, and the little boy began digging holes in the dirt near the edge of the creek. Margy played with her Japanese doll as did Rose. It was rather warm, for that time of year, and Mrs. Bunker, leaning up against the tree trunk, began to feel sleepy. She closed her eyes, meaning only to rest them a minute, but, before she knew it, she was asleep. The children did not notice her as they were playing so nicely, Russ and Laddie and Vi a little way down the creek, and the other three near their mother. After a while Margy said: "I'm going to take a walk with my doll. She hasn't had a walk to-day." "Where are you going?" asked Rose. "Oh, just a little way," Margy answered. "Want to come?" "No, my doll doesn't feel very well, and I've sent for the doctor. I've got to stay in till he comes," replied Rose. Of course this was only make-believe, but the children often played that. She made a bed for her doll in the soft grass, and covered her with some leaves picked near by. "I guess I'll play my doll is sick, too," said Margy, "'stead of taking her for a walk." "No, don't play your doll's sick," objected Rose to Margy. "She must be a trained nurse for my doll." "Oh, yes. That'll be more fun. I wish the doctor would hurry up and come." "So do I," murmured Rose, pretending to be anxious. Then, after a while, they made believe the doctor had arrived in his automobile, and he left some medicine for Rose's sick doll, which the trained nurse, who was Margy's doll, had to give with a spoon. The spoon was just a little willow twig, of course. Down by the creek Russ and Laddie and Vi were still sailing their boats. Pretty soon Vi said she was tired playing sail-a-boat, and was going to take Su-San for a walk. After a while Russ and Laddie grew tired of playing boats, and came up the bank to where their mother was. "Oh, look! She's asleep!" whispered Russ. "Don't wake her," replied Rose. But just then Mrs. Bunker opened her eyes and smiled at the children. "I was asleep," she said, "but I heard what you said. Did you have a nice time? Shall we go back now? It must be almost supper time. Why, where's Vi?" she suddenly asked, as she did not see the curly-haired girl. "Where's Violet?" and Mrs. Bunker stood up quickly and looked all around. _ |
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