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<h2>The Story of Little Boy Blue</h2>
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Little Boy Blue, come blow your horn,<br/>
The sheep's in the meadow, the cow's in the corn;<br/>
Where's the little boy that minds the sheep?<br/>
He's under the haystack, fast asleep!<br/></div>
<div class='drop-cap'>THERE once lived a poor widow who supported
herself and her only son by gleaning in the
fields the stalks of grain that had been missed
by the reapers. Her little cottage was at the foot of
a beautiful valley, upon the edge of the river that
wound in and out among the green hills; and
although poor, she was contented with her lot, for
her home was pleasant and her lovely boy was a constant
delight to her.</div>
<p>He had big blue eyes, and fair golden curls, and
he loved his good mother very dearly, and was never
more pleased than when she allowed him to help her
with her work.</p>
<p>And so the years passed happily away till the boy
was eight years old, but then the widow fell sick, and
their little store of money melted gradually away.</p>
<p>"I don't know what we shall do for bread," she
said, kissing her boy with tears in her eyes, "for I am
not yet strong enough to work, and we have no
money left."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_32" id="Page_32">[32]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"But I can work," answered the boy; "and I'm
sure if I go to the Squire up at the Hall he will give
me something to do."</p>
<p>At first the widow was reluctant to consent to this,
since she loved to keep her child at her side, but
finally, as nothing else could be done, she decided to
let him go to see the Squire.</p>
<p>Being too proud to allow her son to go to the
great house in his ragged clothes, she made him a new
suit out of a pretty blue dress she had herself worn in
happier times, and when it was finished and the boy
dressed in it, he looked as pretty as a prince in a fairy
tale. For the bright blue jacket set off his curls to
good advantage, and the color just matched the blue of
his eyes. His trousers were blue, also, and she took
the silver buckles from her own shoes and put them
on his, that he might appear the finer. And then
she brushed his curls and placed his big straw hat upon
them and sent him away with a kiss to see the Squire.</p>
<p>It so happened that the great man was walking in
his garden with his daughter Madge that morning, and
was feeling in an especially happy mood, so that when
he suddenly looked up and saw a little boy before
him, he said, kindly,</p>
<p>"Well, my child, what can I do for you?"</p>
<p>"If you please, sir," said the boy, bravely, although
he was frightened at meeting the Squire face to face,
"I want you to give me some work to do, so that I
can earn money."</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_33" id="Page_33">[33]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>"Earn money!" repeated the Squire, "why do you
wish to earn money?"</p>
<p>"To buy food for my mother, sir. We are very
poor, and since she is no longer able to work for me I
wish to work for her."</p>
<p>"But what can you do?" asked the Squire; "you
are too small to work in the fields."</p>
<p>"I could earn something, sir, couldn't I?"</p>
<p>His tone was so pleading that mistress Madge was
unable to resist it, and even the Squire was touched.
The young lady came forward and took the boy's hand
in her own, and pressing back his curls, she kissed his
fair cheek.</p>
<p>"You shall be our shepherd," she said, pleasantly,
"and keep the sheep out of the meadows and the
cows from getting into the corn. You know, father,"
she continued, turning to the Squire, "it was only yesterday
you said you must get a boy to tend the sheep,
and this little boy can do it nicely."</p>
<p>"Very well," replied the Squire, "it shall be as
you say, and if he is attentive and watchful he will be
able to save me a good bit of trouble and so really
earn his money."</p>
<p>Then he turned to the child and said,</p>
<p>"Come to me in the morning, my little man, and
I will give you a silver horn to blow, that you may
call the sheep and the cows whenever they go astray.
What is your name?"</p>
<p>"Oh, never mind his name, papa!" broke in the<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_34" id="Page_34">[34]</SPAN></span>
Squire's daughter; "I shall call him Little Boy Blue,
since he is dressed in blue from head to foot, and his
dress but matches his eyes. And you must give him a
good wage, also, for surely no Squire before ever had
a prettier shepherd boy than this."</p>
<p>"Very good," said the Squire, cheerfully, as he
pinched his daughter's rosy cheek; "be watchful, Little
Boy Blue, and you shall be well paid."</p>
<p>Then Little Boy Blue thanked them both very
sweetly and ran back over the hill and into the valley
where his home lay nestled by the river-side, to tell
the good news to his mother.</p>
<p>The poor widow wept tears of joy when she heard
his story, and smiled when he told her that his name
was to be Little Boy Blue. She knew the Squire was
a kind master and would be good to her darling son.</p>
<p>Early the next morning Little Boy Blue was at the
Hall, and the Squire's steward gave him a new silver
horn, that glistened brightly in the sunshine, and a
golden cord to fasten it around his neck. And then
he was given charge of the sheep and the cows, and
told to keep them from straying into the meadowlands
and the fields of grain.</p>
<p>It was not hard work, but just suited to Little Boy
Blue's age, and he was watchful and vigilant and made
a very good shepherd boy indeed. His mother needed
food no longer, for the Squire paid her son liberally
and the Squire's daughter made a favorite of the small
shepherd and loved to hear the call of his silver horn<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_35" id="Page_35">[35]</SPAN></span>
echoing amongst the hills. Even the sheep and the
cows were fond of him, and always obeyed the sound
of his horn; therefore the Squire's corn thrived finely,
and was never trampled.</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue was now very happy, and his
mother was proud and contented and began to improve
in health. After a few weeks she became strong
enough to leave the cottage and walk a little in the
fields each day; but she could not go far, because her
limbs were too feeble to support her long, so the most
she could attempt was to walk as far as the stile to
meet Little Boy Blue as he came home from work in
the evening. Then she would lean on his shoulder
and return to the cottage with him, and the boy was
very glad he could thus support his darling mother
and assist her faltering steps.</p>
<p>But one day a great misfortune came upon them,
since it is true that no life can be so happy but that
sorrow will creep in to temper it.</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue came homeward one evening very
light of heart and whistled merrily as he walked, for
he thought he should find his mother awaiting him at
the stile and a good supper spread upon the table in
the little cottage. But when he came to the stile his
mother was not in sight, and in answer to his call a
low moan of pain reached his ears.</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue sprang over the stile and found
lying upon the ground his dear mother, her face white
and drawn with suffering, and tears of anguish running<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_36" id="Page_36">[36]</SPAN></span>
down her cheeks. For she had slipped upon the stile
and fallen, and her leg was broken!</p>
<div class="figleft"> <ANTIMG src="images/i036.jpg" width-obs="384" height-obs="467" alt="Boy asleep" /> <div class="caption">Little Boy Blue</div>
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<p>Little Boy Blue ran to the cottage for water and
bathed the poor woman's face, and raised her head that
she might drink. There were no neighbors, for the
cottage stood all alone by the river, so the child was
obliged to support his mother in his arms as best he
could while she crawled painfully back to the cottage.
Fortunately, it was not far, and at last she was safely
laid upon her bed. Then Little Boy Blue began to
think what he should do next.</p>
<p>"Can I leave you alone while I go for the doctor,
mamma?" he asked, anxiously, as he held her clasped
hands tightly in his two little ones. His mother drew
him towards her and kissed him.</p>
<p>"Take the boat, dear," she said, "and fetch the
doctor from the village. I shall be patient till you
return."</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue rushed away to the river bank and
unfastened the little boat; and then he pulled sturdily
down the river until he passed the bend and came to
the pretty village below. When he had found the
doctor and told of his mother's misfortune, the good
man promised to attend him at once, and very soon
they were seated in the boat and on their way to the
cottage.</p>
<p>It was very dark by this time, but Little Boy Blue
knew every turn and bend in the river, and the doctor
helped him pull at the oars, so that at last they came<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_37" id="Page_37">[37]</SPAN></span>
to the place where a faint light twinkled through the
cottage window. They found the poor woman in
much pain, but the doctor quickly set and bandaged
her leg, and gave her some medicine to ease her suffering.
It was nearly midnight when all was finished and
the doctor was ready to start back to the village.</p>
<p>"Take good care of your mother," he said to the
boy, "and don't worry about her, for it is not a bad
break and the leg will mend nicely in time; but she
will be in bed many days, and you must nurse her as
well as you are able."</p>
<p>All through the night the boy sat by the bedside,
bathing his mother's fevered brow and ministering to
her wants. And when the day broke she was resting
easily and the pain had left her, and she told Little
Boy Blue he must go to his work.</p>
<p>"For," said she, "more than ever now we need
the money you earn from the Squire, as my misfortune
will add to the expenses of living, and we have the
doctor to pay. Do not fear to leave me, for I shall
rest quietly and sleep most of the time while you are
away."</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue did not like to leave his mother all
alone, but he knew of no one he could ask to stay
with her; so he placed food and water by her bedside,
and ate a little breakfast himself, and started off to
tend his sheep.</p>
<p>The sun was shining brightly, and the birds sang
sweetly in the trees, and the crickets chirped just as<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_38" id="Page_38">[38]</SPAN></span>
merrily as if this great trouble had not come to Little
Boy Blue to make him sad.</p>
<p>But he went bravely to his work, and for several
hours he watched carefully; and the men at work in
the fields, and the Squire's daughter, who sat embroidering
upon the porch of the great house, heard often
the sound of his horn as he called the straying sheep
to his side.</p>
<p>But he had not slept the whole night, and he was
tired with his long watch at his mother's bedside, and
so in spite of himself the lashes would droop occasionally
over his blue eyes, for he was only a child, and
children feel the loss of sleep more than older people.</p>
<p>Still, Little Boy Blue had no intention of sleeping
while he was on duty, and bravely fought against the
drowsiness that was creeping over him. The sun shone
very hot that day, and he walked to the shady side of
a big haystack and sat down upon the ground, leaning
his back against the stack.</p>
<p>The cows and sheep were quietly browsing near
him, and he watched them earnestly for a time, listening
to the singing of the birds, and the gentle tinkling
of the bells upon the wethers, and the far-away songs
of the reapers that the breeze brought to his ears.
And before he knew it the blue eyes had closed fast,
and the golden head lay back upon the hay, and
Little Boy Blue was fast asleep and dreaming that his
mother was well again and had come to the stile to
meet him.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_39" id="Page_39">[39]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>The sheep strayed near the edge of the meadow
and paused, waiting for the warning sound of the horn.
And the breeze carried the fragrance of the growing
corn to the nostrils of the browsing cows and tempted
them nearer and nearer to the forbidden feast. But
the silver horn was silent, and before long the cows
were feeding upon the Squire's pet cornfield and the
sheep were enjoying themselves amidst the juicy grasses
of the meadows.</p>
<p>The Squire himself was returning from a long,
weary ride over his farms, and when he came to the
cornfield and saw the cows trampling down the grain
and feeding upon the golden stalks he was very angry.</p>
<p>"Little Boy Blue!" he cried; "ho! Little Boy
Blue, come blow your horn!" But there was no
reply. He rode on a way and now discovered that
the sheep were deep within the meadows, and that
made him more angry still.</p>
<p>"Here, Isaac," he said to a farmer's lad who
chanced to pass by, "where is Little Boy Blue?"</p>
<p>"He's under the hay-stack, your honor, fast
asleep!" replied Isaac with a grin, for he had passed
that way and seen that the boy was lying asleep.</p>
<p>"Will you go and wake him?" asked the Squire;
"for he must drive out the sheep and the cows before
they do more damage."</p>
<p>"Not I," replied Isaac, "if I wake him he'll surely
cry, for he is but a baby, and not fit to mind the
sheep. But I myself will drive them out for your<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_40" id="Page_40">[40]</SPAN></span>
honor," and away he ran to do so, thinking that now
the Squire would give him Little Boy Blue's place,
and make him the shepherd boy, for Isaac had long
coveted the position.</p>
<p>The Squire's daughter, hearing the angry tones of
her father's voice, now came out to see what was
amiss, and when she heard that Little Boy Blue had
failed in his trust she was deeply grieved, for she had
loved the child for his pretty ways.</p>
<p>The Squire dismounted from his horse and came to
where the boy was lying.</p>
<p>"Awake!" said he, shaking him by the shoulder,
"and depart from my lands, for you have betrayed my
trust, and let the sheep and the cows stray into the
fields and meadows!"</p>
<p>Little Boy Blue started up at once and rubbed his
eyes; and then he did as Isaac prophesied, and began
to weep bitterly, for his heart was sore that he had
failed in his duty to the good Squire and so forfeited
his confidence.</p>
<p>But the Squire's daughter was moved by the child's
tears, so she took him upon her lap and comforted
him, asking,</p>
<p>"Why did you sleep, Little Boy Blue, when you
should have watched the cows and the sheep?"</p>
<p>"My mother has broken her leg," answered the
boy, between his sobs, "and I did not sleep all last
night, but sat by her bedside nursing her. And I tried
hard not to fall asleep, but could not help myself;<span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_41" id="Page_41">[41]</SPAN></span>
and oh, Squire! I hope you will forgive me this once,
for my poor mother's sake!"</p>
<p>"Where does your mother live?" asked the Squire,
in a kindly tone, for he had already forgiven Little
Boy Blue.</p>
<p>"In the cottage down by the river," answered the
child; "and she is all alone, for there is no one near to
help us in our trouble."</p>
<p>"Come," said Mistress Madge, rising to her feet and
taking his hand; "lead us to your home, and we will
see if we cannot assist your poor mother."</p>
<p>So the Squire and his daughter and Little Boy
Blue all walked down to the little cottage, and the
Squire had a long talk with the poor widow. And
that same day a big basket of dainties was sent to the
cottage, and Mistress Madge bade her own maid go
to the widow and nurse her carefully until she
recovered.</p>
<p>So that after all Little Boy Blue did more for his
dear mother by falling asleep than he could had he
kept wide awake; for after his mother was well again
the Squire gave them a pretty cottage to live in very
near to the great house itself, and the Squire's daughter
was ever afterward their good friend, and saw that
they wanted for no comforts of life.</p>
<p>And Little Boy Blue did not fall asleep again at
his post, but watched the cows and the sheep faithfully
for many years, until he grew up to manhood and had
a farm of his own.</p>
<p><span class="pagenum"><SPAN name="Page_42" id="Page_42">[42]</SPAN></span></p>
<p>He always said his mother's accident had brought
him good luck, but I think it was rather his own
loving heart and his devotion to his mother that made
him friends. For no one is afraid to trust a boy who
loves to serve and care for his mother.</p>
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