212 BY ESKIMO DOG-SLED 



&quot; Our little Harry is getting a big boy now : 

 he is seven years old : we must send him 

 home to school &quot; and the mother would nod 

 her head and smile bravely, and begin to knit 

 stockings and make new flannel shirts for her 

 boy. Perhaps she cried at times over her 

 sewing ; but Harry himself was all excite 

 ment. He ran across to tell his friends. &quot; When 

 the ship comes I am to go home to England : 

 I am to go to school, and I shall see London : 

 I shall spend my holidays with my grandfather. 

 Oh, how fine it will be.&quot; 



The ship comes, and the little boy s box is 

 carried on board : the child himself is shown 

 the tiny cabin where he is to sleep on the 

 journey, and the captain takes him by the 

 hand and shows him all the wonders of 

 the ship. They all have tea together in 

 the captain s cabin on that last evening ; 

 and the mother kisses her boy and tries not 

 to let him see that she is crying, and the 

 father tells him, &quot; Be a good boy, my son, and 

 remember to send us a letter as often as you 



can. 



Then the parents go ashore to their lonely 

 home ; and in the morning the ship is gone, 

 and maybe Harry will be a big boy before he 

 sees his mother and father again. 



If he is a wise boy he will remember what 



