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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"

Each was
thus allowed to roam his own way, and this was the more hazardous, as
the hurricane ofttimes tore up a smaller pine and, twisting it about
like a cork-screw, flung it down like a straw.
Noddy seemed possessed to travel in a certain direction, so Polly, sure
of a burro's instinct for shelter and refuge, gave her her head.
Eleanor's burro also seemed anxious to go in the same direction Noddy
took, and followed in her footsteps. But Choko, freed from the
detaining rope and not so worn by battling the gale with a rider to
carry, made for a spot to the right of Noddy.
Suddenly Eleanor screamed and pointed at Choko. "Oh, look quick! Choko!
Choko!"
Even as she cried, Choko was seen frantically scrambling on the verge
of a cliff, and suddenly vanished over its side.


CHAPTER XIII
A NIGHT IN THE CAVE

"Oh, my little Choko!" sobbed Polly, quickly turning Noddy to go down
to the edge of the precipice where the burro had slipped over and down.
"Now we haven't a thing to eat, and no blankets for the night! I knew
this was a foolish outing," complained Barbara.
Eleanor failed to hear her sister's selfish remark, for she was driving
her burro closely upon Noddy's heels. Anne was so impatient at Barbara
that she urged her horse after Eleanor to keep herself busy.
"Good gracious! Am I to sit here alone and freeze! I'm sure I'm not
such a fool as to have the same thing happen to me as it did to Choko,"
cried Barbara, but the wind carried her words back to Grizzly Slide.


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