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I have had a sad Hfe. I have known great 

 hardships, but nothing has ever seemed to me so 

 heartlessly cruel as the dropping of us helpless 

 kittens on that lonely road to live or die as might 

 happen. 



I have often wondered what became of my 

 brothers and sisters, — whether they starved to 

 death, or whether they found a home where the 

 people were less hard of heart than that farmer; 

 but I have never seen any of them since that 

 day. 



After we had recovered from the jar of being 

 thrown from the cart, we took counsel together as 

 to what we should do. 



Mouser and Frisky said they were going to try 

 to find their way back to the old barn. 



Whiskers, a gaunt, fierce kitten, struck off across 

 the fields by himself. 



Whitey, who had always been fonder of me than 

 of any of the others, said that she would go whera 

 I went. 



I told her I intended to follow the cart, which 

 had gone on and had now disappeared in the dis- 

 tance. There seemed no use in going back, since 

 the farmer would not allow us to stay, but there 



