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After awhile we felt the bag being lifted from 

 the ground with us in it, and we were carried for a 

 distance. Then came the jar of the bag being 

 thrown down, and after that we felt a steady jolting 

 motion. 



We had been put in a cart and were being driven 

 away from the barn. 



On and on we went for miles and miles, and 

 then at last the jolting ceased, the sack was opened, 

 and we were emptied out over the side of the cart 

 into the road. 



Then the cart drove on, the wheel almost pass- 

 ing over Whitey, and we were left there alone. 



No house nor barn was in sight. As far back 

 as we could see stretched the yellow and rutty 

 road. In front there was still the road, but lead- 

 ing through a deep pine wood. We were in a 

 part of the world utterly unknown and strange to 

 us. 



I have often wondered why, if the farmer wanted 

 to be rid of us, he did not drown us at once. 

 It would have been less cruel than to drop us in 

 that way beside the road, where we ran the risk 

 of starving, or of being torn to pieces by dogs, or 

 pelted and tormented by cruel boys. 



