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Little lad Jamie

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Little lad Jamie
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Brine, Mary D. (Mary Dow) ( Author, Primary )
Farnsworth, Emma Justine ( Photographer )
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v, 50 p., [8] leaves of plates : ill. ; 23 cm.

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Conduct of life -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Mothers and sons -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
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Play -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Friendship -- Juvenile fiction ( lcsh )
Family stories -- 1895 ( local )
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Baldwin -- 1895 ( local )
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United States -- New York -- New York
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"7 (of 8) photogravure illustrations from photographs printed on tissue and tipped in. This charming little book is another good example of tissue photogravure printing. Some of the photographs in this book also have a very natural charm. The photographs are by Emma Justine Farnsworth, an important American amateur at the turn of the century. She is credited as the photographer in another book that uses these same pictures, 'Sunshine and Play-time', published in 1893." -- Hanson collection catalog, p. 121.
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by Mary D. Brine.

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LITTLE LAD JAMIE

BY

MARY D. BRINE

AUTHOR OF BONNY BONIBEL, LITTLE NEW NEIGHBOR, DAN
MY LITTLE MARGARET, ETC., ETC.

NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
31 West TWENTY-THIRD STREET
1895



Copyright, 1895,
By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY.



CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

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CHAPTER I.
JAMIE.

Everysopy loved Jamie. He was the dearest, sunniest little
laddie you ever saw. Happy little round face just full of
dimples, and bright with the shine of his happy blue eyes;
“ooldeny hair”’—as mama called it—all full of waving, soft
tangles which wouldn’t stay brushed into order; a roly-poly
little form, which, to please him, mama dressed in pretty “ sailor-
suit” style (and you can’t guess how brave and manly he felt
when he stepped out of his kilts into the new suits!); and the
merriest, heartiest, most musical boy-laugh that ever made
grown folks laugh too.

Jamie was somewhere between five and six years old, and
although a real little man in ways and feelings, yet not quite
ready to give up the habit of climbing into people’s laps and
snuggling down into the love-nest of caressing arms. He had
plenty of kisses with which to “pay back” the kisses he re-
ceived, and when he was naughty he had the sweetest way of

being sorry for it that can be imagined.
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2 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

You can guess very easily, after this description of J amie,
how hard it must have been for mama when one day she
found that she would have to take a short journey away
- from home and her dear little laddie, whom she had never left
before.

Jamie was playing being captain of a big steamer when the
maid brought a letter to mama on that morning; and while she
read it, the “captain” walked up and down the deck of his
steamer (which was the large rug in the center of the polished
floor), and shouted all kinds of orders to his invisible crew.
Now and then he made the rug slide along the floor by pushing it
with his feet after an original style of his own; and then he
played there was a great storm at sea, and he pretended he
could hardly keep his balance while walking the deck, and the °
orders to the crew were shouted faster than ever.

Oh, it was great fun for Jamie, and he was just thinkin g that
he would play at falling overboard, and letting mama be the
captain of another ship and pick him up, when he saw her put
her hand up to her eyes and wipe a tear away.

Instantly the “captain” turned into a very small, anxious
boy; and before you could have counted three, Jamie was in
his mother’s lap, pulling her hand from her eyes, and kissing
her in a fast, furious sort of way which seemed to comfort her
greatly.

“What you doin’ it for, mama?” he asked.

“Doing what, Jamie?”

“ Cryin’ in your eyes!” he explained, anxiously.

She laughed and hugged him closely as she replied:

“Just a wee little tear, darling, because this letter tells me I



JAMIE, 3

must go and see a dear old friend who is very sick; and be-
cause, if I go, I shall have to leave my little laddie behind me F
and I don’t want to do it, Jamie—not one bit.”

Jamie’s face grew sober enough then, and he slipped his
arms very tightly about mama’s neck.

“Ain’t goin’ to let you!” he whispered, with a suspicion of
sobs in his voice.

Mama pushed the soft yellow tangles from his forehead, and
looked into the sweet blue eyes of her sturdy little son.

“Suppose mama were sick, and wanted a friend to come
and see her, and that friend’s little boy said, ‘N o, I won’t let
her go!’—wouldn’t you be sorry for poor mama and her being
disappointed ?”

Jamie shook his head “yes.”

“Well, then, think how sorry my friend would be if you
didn’t let me go and see her,” said mama.

“Maybe she wouldn’t be,” Jamie said; “maybe she’s all well
now. Maybe—may—maybhe”—the little voice faltered, and the
round head dropped on mama’s shoulder—“ maybe she—she
wants to see your little boy too!”

Mama smiled to herself, and rocked back and forth with her
boy in her arms, his hands still clinging about her neck as if they
never meant to loosen.

“She’s too sick to see little boys, dear—even so dear and
good and kind-hearted a little boy as my laddie. But shell be
very glad—you can’t think how glad, Jamie—when she knows
my little boy was helpful and brave, and willing to spare mama
for a day or two, and that he didn’t even ery one little tear be-
cause I had to leave him.”



4 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

Jamie pushed his head deeper down on the mother-heart
where he was hiding his tearful eyes.

Mama waited a moment, and as there was no reply from
Jamie, she continued:

“And Iam sure that if J can go and leave my boy of boys
for a while, and not ery for him, because I know he’d be sorry
he made poor mama ery, why, my boy of boys can be as brave
as I, and not make me sorry because he cries. Oh yes, I’m quite
sure of that.”

Jamie’s head lifted itself, and the blue eyes were winking
tears away very rapidly for an instant; then:

“Tf I didn’t love my mama I wouldn’t ery, ’cause I—I
wouldn’t care; but if I care—I’ve jus’ got to ery, ’cause the ery-
feelin’ keeps comin’ in me, an’—an’—”

Well, it was no use struggling any longer; those tears were
bound to come, and come they did; and mama didn’t try to
stop them, because she remembered that her wee laddie, after
all, never cried unless there was something really worth erying
for; and she didn’t blame him for his tears on this, to him, very
trying occasion.

By and by Jamie felt better; and then he sat up in mama’s
lap, and wiped the very last tear away from the blue eyes, and
smiled very bravely as he said:

“Now I’m done eryin’, mama, an’ ’m goin’ to be kind to the
sick lady, an’ low you to go an’ make her feel happy; but I tell
you what, it?s—it’s hard work to be good ’bout it!”

Oh, what a shower of kisses came raining down from the
dear mother-lips on Jamie’s face then !—kisses on his blue eyes,
his white forehead and soft pink cheeks, and on his two rosy



JAMIE. 3

lips, which were “kissing back” with might and main. Then
the little laddie turned into a bold sailor-captain once more, and
the rug steamer proceeded on its voyage over the polished floor.

Meanwhile mama made arrangements for Jamie to stay with
grandma, in grandma’s pretty country home not far away, where
she knew her laddie would be a most welcome little visitor dur-
ing her absence. To be sure, grandma always spoiled him, and
grandpa too, whenever he went there; but the spoiling never
seemed to injure Jamie in any way, and he never took advan-
tage of it, you see, as some little folks are apt to. Grandpa
was off on a long journey now, so that Jamie would be good

company to grandma, and the ‘

‘man of the house,” as mama
explained; and Jamie straightened himself up proudly as he
thought abovt it. Jamie’s papa was not living, and it was the
one great sorrow of his sunny little heart that he could not
reach beyond the clouds and kiss that dear papa good-morning
and good-night, as he used to do only a year or two before my
story begins. But he never got up in the morning without going
straight to the window; and looking up to the sky, he would
throw a kiss from his little lips, and whisper, “ Good-mornin’,
my own dear papa up in heaven!” And before he got into his
wee bed each night it was just the same: the soft kiss was
wafted upward, and “Good-night, dear papa!” softly followed
it. Mama’s eyes were apt to be full of tears at these especial
times, but she never let her laddie know it—oh no indeed! All
he knew was that he had closer “hugs” and gentler kisses from
his precious mother just on those occasions than during other
hours of the day, even though her caresses were always many
and sweet. -



CHAPTER II.
THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.”

WELL, the day came when the parting was to take place.
Mama took her little son to grandma’s house, and after saying
good-by in her own fond way, was driven off to the depot
again. Jamie stood soberly at the window, watching as long as
he could see the carriage, and feeling a dreadful weight on his
little heart as the wheels carried his dear one farther and
farther away.

He couldn’t remember when mama had left him before. He
didn’t feel comfortable at all in his heart or in his mind. He
loved grandma dearly, but she wasn’t precious like mama, he
thought; and there seemed to be a great empty space some-
where and somehow all about him. He couldn’t see the space,
but he felt it—oh, he felt it terribly—and he almost wished
he had “cried a little harder an’ longer, an’ not tried to be so
good bout it, an’ then maybe mama wouldn’t have gone away.
Mh-o-0-0 dear! how queer an’ uncomfor’ble he did feel!”

Grandma came into the room and put her arms around him
presently.

“Cheer up, darling; it’s only for a few days, you know, and
you and I must cheer each other up, you see, because J miss

grandpa, and you miss mama—two big misses together. And
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THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” f

oh dear me! if I didn’t have you, Jamie, to be a man in the house,
how lonely I should be!”

Jamie stood up straight and tall, and his white sailor-suit
looked very brave, even if its owner’s face did not.

“oSeuse me, gran’ma,” he said, politely; “I jus’ forgot for a
teenty minute that I promised mama I’d smile an’ smile, an’
cheer you up all I could. I jus’ was feelin’ so low down in my
heart, you know, an’ I’most had tears!”

“You darling!” replied grandma, “as if you hadn’t a perfect
right to grieve and be lonely, you precious little laddie! Well,
when the sun comes out in my boy’s heart by and by, will he
come and put a little of it in old grandma’s heart too?”

Jamie nodded eagerly.

“Oh yes indeed, gran’ma! You jus’ wait, an’ you'll see ll
be along soon; I’m goin’ to forget all the lonely feelin’s, yowll
see! I’m the greatest fellow for forgettin’ you ever saw!”

With a twinkle in her eyes grandma left the room, and Jamie
stood quietly there by the window, fighting a small battle all by
himself, and gaining the victory, too, over every big tear that
persisted in coming from his heart to his eyes.

While grandma sat at her sewing a little later, she heard
quick steps coming along the hall; and before she could say
“Jack Robinson” two small arms were about her neck, and a
tight hug nearly took her breath away.

“ello, gram’ma!” exclaimed a little voice in her ear; “ find
my tears if you can! I haven’t got another single one in me,
an’ I’m dreffle glad!”

Grandma looked surprised.

“Why, that’s really so, laddie; I don’t see even the trace of



8 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

one”—examining the blue, serious eyes with great gravity.
“How did you get rid of them so quickly?”

Jamie drew a deep breath.

“ Smiled ’em away, I guess,” he replied. “O gran’ma, let me
tell you, so you can try it when you're cryin’ for gran’pa: there
never was such a nice way to get rid of cry-tears as jus’ to
smile an’ smile an’ keep on smilin’ till you forget—well, ’most
forget—what you were eryiw’ ’bout; an’ then, firs’ thing you
know, you don’t have any tears left, an’ you feel jus’ as good an’
comfor’ble as can be.”

“Why, that’s splendid advice, my little man,” said grandma;
“T shall be sure to take it, of course. Now get your little coat
and let us take a walk to the village.”

You ought to have seen Jamie’s eyes sparkle then! When
he and mama had visited grandma last there had been a walk to
the village—not only once, but several times; and grandma had
always found something in the big store there which was pre-
sented to Jamie as a token of her love for him. He never hinted
for gifts—no indeed! But he wouldn’t have been much like
real little boys—would he ?—if he hadn’t been glad for grandma’s
presents.

So no wonder he got inside of the little coat quickly, and
covered his sunny head with the pretty Scotch cap, and was
ready in a jiffy on this occasion. It was a beautiful spring day,
and the sunbeams were just as lively and thick as they could be.
They got into Jamie’s eyes (maybe they thought they had found
a piece of sky there), and they were breathed into his little heart
with every sweet breath of air, and they frolicked about every
step he took.





THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” 9

Grandma thought, as she looked at him, that there wasn’t
another grandmother in the world who had such a pretty,
sturdy, lovable little sailor-boy for a grandson as she had. She
kept saying, “ Bless him! bless him!” in her heart as he trudged
along beside her; and I firmly believe everything was blessing
him, because he tried so hard to be a good boy, and because he
loved everybody and everything his “dear kind Jesus” sent in
his way. (I have quoted Jamie’s own expression there.)

Well, the village was reached, and the store was close at hand.

“What are we going to the store for, laddie—do you know?”
asked grandma, laughingly.

“Tf you want me to tell honest, I can,” replied he, with a
merry twinkle in his eyes as his gaze met hers; “but if you
want to play guess, V’ll say—let’s see—l’ll say we’re goin’ to buy
somethin’ to ’muse gran’pa with when he comes home.”

“Guess ‘honest,’ then,” said grandma, pulling his ear play-
fully.

The blue eyes sparkled more than ever, and with a little
squeeze of grandma’s hand in advance gratitude, Jamie whis-
pered:

“Were goiw ’eause you love laddie, an’ yowre goin’ to show
it the way you always do, you darliw’ gran’ma! ”

Well, when they entered the store it did seem to Jamie as
though a whole world of toys had been emptied right there—all
sorts and kinds, and at all prices, too, and every one of them
just what a boy or girl would seem to want most.

But the thing which caught Jamie’s gaze first, and held it
longest, was a fine big ship, with flowing white sail and spars,
and a beautiful deck for promenading, too.



10 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

Grandma was watching her boy, and she smiled to see how
eagerly he looked at the ship, as if there were not another thing
in the store worth looking at.

But of course he didn’t say so—he was too well bred a boy to
be hinting about what he would like when he was going to have
a present; so when presently grandma asked, “ Well, laddie,
what shall I choose for you?” he replied, “ Anything you like,
gran’ma; [ll be sure to like it.”

“Very well; we'll look around and see what there is,” said
grandma.

And Jamie did so, although his eyes kept turning, in spite
of him, in the direction of that beautiful ship; and presently he
saw the salesman lift it from the shelf and wrap it up carefully
for some purchaser. A tiny feeling of disappointment crept
into Jamie’s heart; but he felt glad for the little unknown boy
who was going to have it, and he went over to grandma—who
was looking at some magazines—and pulling her down so that
his lips would reach her ear, he whispered:

“Say, gran’ma, there’s goin’ to be a dreffle lucky little boy
in this village to-day somewhere, ’eause somebody’s been buyin’
him that splendid ship that was over there. I saw it when we
came in, an’ oh, it was the splendidest ship you ever saw! I
wonder whether the little boy’ll like playin’ ‘captain’ as I do?”

Grandma smiled.

“Oh yes, I’m sure he will,” said she. “ He’s right here in this
store; and as I know him J’ll introduce you to him, and you
can ask him all about it. Maybe he'll let you play with his ship
sometimes, if you ask him.” :

Jamie looked delighted.



THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” afl:

“Oh, Dll ask him fast ’nough, grandma!” he said. ‘“ Where
is he?”

Grandma drew him to one side of the store, and paused be-
fore a long mirror.

“Now look and see what a fine boy he is; and the very
image of my little laddie, too,” she said, laughing at Jamie’s
face as he realized that grandma had been playing a merry trick
on hin.

“Oh, oh, oh! gran’ma! Pm the boy who’s got it!” he ex-
claimed, turning and throwing his arms about her waist, and
speaking so excitedly that the people in the store turned around
to watch him.

Then he blushed way up to the soft tangle of his golden
“bang” (if one must give that horrid name to the pretty cluster
of hair falling over a little white forehead), and hid his face on
grandma’s arm.

How he ever got home with his large package, neither he nor
grandma could rightly tell; for it did seem as though his small
feet were treading only on air, and he had to stop every few
moments to make sure that it was really a ship which was
wrapped up so carefully, and not only a lovely dream after all.



CHAPTER III.
JAMIE AT THE POND.

Nor far from grandma’s house there was a pretty little pond,
and you reached it by following a path through the garden be-
hind the house. It was a shady, pleasant path, and grandma
often walked there with Jamie. The pond wasn’t very deep,
and she knew, besides, that if the little boy promised to be very
careful and not lean over the water so that there was danger of
his falling in, he could be safely trusted to keep his word.

So she allowed him to take his ship there as soon as possible
after it came into his proud possession; and you can imagine
what a delight it was to Jamie the first time he set the “Lady
Grace” afloat. (He had named her after mama, I ought to ex-
plain, and grandma took care to mention the compliment in her
next letter to mama.)

“Captain Jamie” was very proud of his ship, you may be
sure; and the gardener fastened a long string to its prow, so
that when the wind filled the sails and it went bravely sailing
on its voyage beyond the shore, Jamie could pull it into port
whenever and wherever he pleased.

Sometimes the little craft was laden with leaves; and it was
fine sport when the breezes would sweep the deck quite clear of

its freight before the journey was half over. Sometimes, too,
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JAMIE AT THE POND. 13

Jamie would decide to ship-a cargo of lumber; and the amount
of twigs and chips the little vessel could carry filled the “ cap-
tain’s” soul with pride.

“Tisn’t clear weather all the time,” said J. amie, one day,
after he had delivered several cargoes safely in port. “There
ought to be some storms now ’n’ then, same as real ships have
to go through.”

So he loaded his ship with a fresh cargo, and when it was
well offshore he vigorously jerked the string which his little
hand grasped so firmly, and presently the “ocean” was strewn
with bits of wreck, and the ship was rocking and plunging
violently.

That so delighted the “ captain” that he decided to have a reg-
ular wrecking season; and remembering a small rubber boy
which grandma had found for him among some battered toys
stored in her garret, he seized the first opportunity possible to
bring about a thrilling scene of shipwreck, in which, also, a life-
saving station should figure.

So Mr. Doll was seated comfortably leaning against the
mast, with no suspicion of danger to come. After an affection-
ate farewell from Jamie, the ship was loosed from its moorings,
and away it went over a smooth sea and under a soft blue sky.

But oh, it was a terrible shipwreck which followed ere long!
A few jerks of the long string in Jamie’s hand, and presently
the passenger was tossed overboard, and was, of course, in great
danger of drowning.

The brave “captain” on shore—now become the commander
of a life-saving station, you understand—ran wildly to and fro,
shouting orders to his imaginary men and words of encourage-



14 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

ment to the drowning passenger, until at last the mimic waves
bore the rubber victim safely to the shore, and Jamie’s rescuing
hand was ready to do the rest.

Oh, it was “ grand good fun”—so Jamie told grandma when
he returned to the house, and had tucked the rescued passenger
safely away to recover strength for the next perilous voyage.
“Tt was grand good fun; but he was dreffle glad it wasn’t a real
live passenger bein’ dumped into a real ocean.”

“Try the kitten, Master Jamie,” suggested the gardener,
laughingly.

Jamie was indignant, and straightened his little figure as he
answered :

“Do you think I’d be such a cruel boy as to tease a kitty
like that? Kitties have feelin’s same’s we have, an’ my dearest
mama never ‘lows me to tease any kind of a—alemile; an’ ’m
s’prised at you, Tom!”

“Right you are, little master!” said Tom, humbly. “TI was
only teasin’ you a bit; it’s not Tom McCarty would tease an
animal, either—trust him for that, laddie.”



CHAPTER IV.
THE SURPRISE FOR JAMIE.

ONE day grandma and Tom held a whispered conversation
together; and Jamie, seeing a twinkle in Tom’s eyes as the man
turned and glanced at him, felt sure that the conversation con-
cerned him. But he was writing a letter to mama, and so he
didn’t stop to ask any questions, though a happy little thrill of
curiosity began to stir his heart.

The letter to mama was slow work, because Jamie’s penman-
ship had not yet gone beyond printing, and his A’s some-
times got upside down like V’s; but he did sueceed in printing,
very fairly, two whole lines which told the dear mother that he
loved her and was being a good boy.

After grandma had pronounced the effort satisfactory, and
he had watched her inclose it in a letter she had herself written
to mama, Jamie ran out for a frolic in the garden.

What did he see there in the arbor-shaded path which
brought a laugh to his eyes and lips, and made him scamper
like a young colt in that direction? What should it be but a
strong, fine swing, hanging from secure fastenings, and swaying
gently back and forth in the merry wind! The broad seat was
hollowed out a trifle, so that the little boy could not slip from
it, no matter how high the swing might carry him. Just where

his little hands would have to grasp the rope, the rough, strong
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strands were padded with soft kid; and that kid “padding” had
been ingeniously arranged to slide up and down the rope, so
that if Jamie wished to stand in his swing, the soft kid would
go as high as his hands were obliged to. Old Tom had also re-
membered that little feet were often apt to slip up when stand-
ing on the seat of a moving swing, and away would go the seat,
and down would go the swinger, unless the poor little hands
grasped the ropes very tightly; so on either side of the
hollowed seat Tom had fastened securely a strap under which
Jamie’s wee feet might push themselves, and all danger of a
slip-up thus be avoided.

You will see that this was a very unusual kind of swing over
which grandma and Tom had consulted, and which had been
prepared (all ready for putting up) the evening before, after
Jamie and the chickens were fast asleep.

No wonder the little laddie ran with a shout of glee and
clambered into position, and gave himself a shove with the toes
of his shoes, and another, and still another, until he began to
skim over the ground pretty fast.

He and grandma had been looking at some pictures the day
before, and among the pictures was one representing an air-ship.
Jamie had been intensely interested in it, and had decided in his
secret heart to have one as soon as he became a man. N Ow, as
he was swinging away, his quick-witted little brain turned the
swing into an “air-ship,” and presently grandma heard him
singing at the top of his voice:

“Oh ho! oh ho!
Tm in my air-ship! here I go!

Now I’m high, an’ now I’m low!
Oh ho! ho! ho! ho!”



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I don’t know which tickled grandma most, Jamie’s clever
little rhyme (oh, he was a smart laddie), or his appreciation of her
new gift to him—the swing. She peered at him through the
bushes she and Tom were busily pruning, and saw his happy
little face, wrinkled all over from chin to forehead with his
laughter, and listened with the most loving and partial ears in
the world to his song, as she thought, in her heart, “ Bless my
laddie-boy !”

Pretty soon Jamie saw her with his sharp little eyes, and he
ealled out:

“Gran’ma! gran’ma! come an’ see me ’n’ my air-ship!”

“ Coming, deary,” was the reply.

And high and higher went the swing, until finally two small
feet were so very close to the leaves above that grandma grew
quite nervous for her boy’s safety.

“@ran’ma, gran’ma, look at me!
Vm most a birdie in a tree!”

sang Jamie, merrily; and grandma pulled her wits together to
see if she could equal Jamie in rhyming, and sang back again:

“Taddie, do not swing so high!

Yow ll break your nosy by and by!”

That made Jamie laugh harder than ever; and yet, because
he saw a little real worry in dear grandma’s face (she couldn’t
help it, you know), he decided to “let the cat die,” and ceased to
work his small body backward and forward.

So the swing came to a standstill at last; and then, although
Jamie was sorely tempted to try the standing position, yet he de-



18 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

cided to wait till next time—“’cause gran’ma was so scared
*bout him.”

“Yow’re a very kind gran’ma to little boys,” he said, gravely,
running to her presently, and snuggling into her arms. “You're
so kind to me that I love you nex’ bes’ to my beawful mama!”
He lifted his moist little lips to hers, and patted her cheek with
his hand.

“Now I must go ’v’ find Tom,” he continued, “’cause I most
know he helped you fix my air-ship swing.”

He found Tom working away in the garden.

“T like you very much, Tom,” said he. “I like my swing,
too; it’s a beawful swing, an’ youre a very nice man to help
gran’ma fix it. I guess you like little boys a great deal, Tom,
don’t you?” Lay

“You're right there, master laddie; I like little boys when
they’re good uns; an’. if you ain’t a good un then I never rightly
saw un!” replied Tom, hoeing away busily.

Jamie stood still right there in the path. His face was
rather grave, for he felt that he wasn’t quite so good as Tom
thought he was. He remembered many times when he had
been very naughty, and mama had had to scold him hard for
it, too. Once he had put a little, “teenty ” china dolly right in the
middle of some dough mama’s cook had mixed for baking. Oh, he
remembered it very well, because it only happened in the winter
before. Cook had been cross, and Jamie didn’t like the way she
had put him out of the kitchen; and when her back had been
turned for a few moments, he pushed the dolly deep down till
the dough hid it quite out of sight, and then he smoothed the
top all over nicely again; and with great glee in his heart away







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he went, as though the thought of being naughty had never en-
tered his mischievous head. But when that loaf of bread had
been baked, and was soon after cut for the table, you can ima-
gine without my telling it how naughty Jamie found his little
trick was received, both by cook andhismama. They could not
help laughing, to be sure, when the china dolly tumbled out of
the loaf in the most unexpected way; but you may be sure that
Jamie was not present while the laughing was going on—no in-
deed! All he knew about the discovery of his revenge upon
poor cook was a rather painful knowledge; and he remembered
the punishment quite vividly even now.

And yet I think the little boy felt worse at having grieved
mama so, and because he had given cook so much trouble, than
he did for being punished; and he was sorry in his own sweet,
lovable way, as usual, so that he was very soon forgiven for his
fault.

Well, as he stood there in the garden listening to the old gar-
denev’s kind praise of him, he wondered whether he ought not
to confess all those naughty things his conscience brought up
to him, even though it would make Tom say, “Why, Master
Jamie, ’m surprised at you! I thought you were a good boy,
and I find you’re only a bad un! Oh, fie on you! fie on you,
laddie!”

His little face was so serious thinking of all this that Tom
burst out laughing, and asked what was the trouble.

“Oh, Iwas only jus’ thinkin’ that I guessed if you knew how
drefily naughty I sometimes am—you—you wouldn’t say such
nice things to me, Tom.”

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20 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

naughtinesses ain’t countin’ much agen ye, I reckon. Come,
how’d the swing go, eh?”

““Tiptop !” shouted the little lad, merry again on the instant.
“ An’ I thank you, Tom, same’s I thanked gran’ma, for bein’ so
kind to me. Mama’ll thank you too; you see if she doesn’t!”

“We'll thank mama for lettin’ us have her boy for these few
days,” said Tom. “It’s mighty cheerin’ to us old folks, you see.”

Then Jamie returned to his swing, and enjoyed it until he
was called in to be made neat and dainty for the luncheon-table.



CiHpAG ec Hyak, Vie
NEW FRIENDS.

THE next day was rather chilly, and the sun was lazy about
shining out as clearly as usual, although it ought to have been
warming up the buds and blossoms, and remembering that the
springtime had plenty of work for it to do.

Grandma was writing a long letter to grandpa, and you may
be sure she was telling all about Jamie, and what a comfort he
was to her. There had come a letter from mama, for grandma,
and Jamie too, that morning, and the dear little boy was so
happy over the big round kisses which had been tucked in on a
half-sheet of paper for him that he had asked grandma to let
him send the same kind of kisses to his mother from himself.

So she found a sheet of paper, and on one half he drew the
largest round O’s he could make, and touched his sweet, rosy
lips to each one; on the other half of the paper he printed, in
good-sized letters, a line which told his mama that he loved her
lots and lots, and was being a good boy, and loved grandma too.

His style of printing was rather uneven, and ran considera-
bly up and down hill, and his capitals were generally put in the
wrong place, and all that kind of thing. But how do You sup-

pose this little boy had learned to print even as well as that?
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22 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

We thought it was very clever of him to show a desire to learn,
and to persevere until he actually could print a little sentence
legibly. He had a box of alphabet-blocks, and some picture-
books with large and small letters in very black type. Mama
taught him his a-b-c’s in the capital letters, and after that he
had lessons each day on the small letters; though, to tell the
truth, he found the large ones much easier. Well, one day he
was found sitting quietly in a corner of the room tracing the
large letters from his picture-book upon a thin piece of paper he
had laid over the page of the book.

Mama watched him as she sat sewing by the window, and
she saw him, after he had traced the letters through, try to
make them without tracing; and the bright eyes were so clever
that they soon remembered how to copy and form the whole of
each letter, until at last he came running to mama’s side and
triumphantly showed his letters from A to G.

Of course she showed great surprise and delight, as though
it were all new to her, and that pleased Jamie very much; for
you see the little laddie had planned it all as a surprise for the
dear mother whose loyal little lover he was. Well, that is how
Jamie learned to print. And now we will go back to him as he
stands by grandma’s side watching her fold up his round kisses,
and slip them, with his printed letter and her reply to mama’s
letter, in the large envelope which would carry the good news
safe to the absent mother.

“Will my dearest mama put her mouth right straight on top
of those round O’s, gran’ma?” he questioned, anxiously; “an
did you tell her J did so to her round 0’s?”

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dearest little boy that ever came to see a grandma,” she replied,
laughing and hugging laddie at the same time.

“Mama said she didn’t ’spect to be gone more’n a day or
two; but she ain’t come back.yet, an’ it’s moren a day or two,”
he continued, somewhat sadly.

“Yes, darling; but you know mama didn’t expect to be gone
so long when she said good-by to you. She hoped to be back in
two days; but you know her first letter told us how very sick
the poor lady has been, and mama had to stay a little longer.
Aren’t you willing, laddie dear?”

The question had a reproachful tone in it, and Jamie’s face
turned a trifle red. He dug the toe of one little boot into the
soft rug upon which he stood, and fidgeted restlessly for a mo-
ment; theu the sun in his dear little heart shone out through the
cloud on his brow, and he nestled close to grandma’s side, pulled
her ear down to his lips, and whispered:

“Tell mama I’m wwllin’, an’ I ain’t frettin’ a bit.”

“T will, darling,” was the reply. ‘And now you run out
and have a frolic in the garden. Better put your little coat on,
as it looks like rain.”

Presently Jamie was ready for his run in the garden; and
as he passed the dining-room, where the waitress was setting
things in order, she called him.

“Jamie! laddie dear! don’t you want this?” and she held up
a golden orange.

“Guess I jus’ do!” answered laddie, with a run for the fruit
he dearly loved.

“Tts the only one left in the dish,” said the girl, “and ’m
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24 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

“Guess I better go ask her,” said Jamie. (And I will confide
to my little readers right here that there was a deep fear in
Jamie’s heart lest for some wise reason grandma should not be -
willing he should eat the orange.)

So back he went to grandma; and when he next started for
the door-step the fruit was his, to have and to hold, to eat or
give away, just as he pleased.

‘When he reached the door he was surprised to see a boy and
girl coming up the walk. He had never seen them before, and
stood bashfully wondering what they wanted.

“How do?” said the boy, seeing Jamie.

“Pretty well,” replied Jamie, shyly.

“T got a message for your granny; she home?”

“Do you mean my gran’ma? Do you know her?”

“Yes, I know her, an’ she knows me, an’ my sister too;
doesn’t she, Susie?”—turning to the little girl, who looked
bashfully at Jamie, and nodded “yes” to her brother’s question.

“T don’t know you,” said Jamie, “an’ you don’t know me.”

The boy laughed. He was a sturdy, good-natured little
chap, and his hair and eyes were brown as the cap he wore.
He had such a merry twinkle in his eyes that Jamie didn’t feel
in the least afraid of him; and as for the little girl, she wasn’t
any older than himself, and she smiled at him so confidingly
that he couldn’t help smiling back again.

“No,” said the boy, “you don’t know us; but I’m goin’ to in-
terduce us, you see. I’m Teddy Jones, an’ this is my little sister
Susie, an’ there’s two more of us home: a bigger sister "bout
ten, an’ a little chap next to Susie in age—guess you ’n’ he’d
make a good team, An’ we're the blacksmith’s children; ain’t







NEW FRIENDS. 25

rich folks like your folks, you see, an’ ain’t got your kind 0’
clothes; but we don’t care for that, do we, Sue?”—turning to
his sister, who was looking admiringly at Jamie all this while.

She shook her head for “no,” and Teddy went on.

“An we know who you are, ’cause we heard your granny
was havin’ her daughter’s boy to visit her. We've been a-
wantin’ to see you for ever so long, but couldn’t get a chance ;
’y’ this mornin’ when dad had a message for the old lady, me
an’ Susie was glad to come, an’ we hoped we'd see you.”

Jamie looked quite pleased, and had a little feeling of im-
portance as he stood there in the doorway looking down upon
his admiring acquaintances.

Suddenly he realized that he was holding the big golden
orange in plain view all that time, and his generous little heart
prompted him to give it to the girl who smiled at him so
prettily.

So he held it out, and stepped down to be nearer the chil-
dren, as he asked:

“Don’t you want this orange, little girl?”

He wanted it very much himself, as you know, but Jamie
was an unselfish little laddie, and he offered it to the girl ag sin-
cerely and with as much pleasure as he had received it himself
when it was given to him.

There are plenty of dear little boys in the world just as dear
and sweet as our Jamie, who love, just as he did, to make other
people happy, and those are the little lads whom everybody
loves, of course; for loving makes love, you know, among both
little and grown-up people.

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26 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

sparkled so that Jamie knew she liked oranges as well as he did,
and how glad he was that he hadn’t held his hands behind him
so that nobody would have seen the orange and he needn’t have
given it away, but saved it to eat all by himself! Teddy was
pleased too, because his little sister was happy, and he said in
his heart that if he got a chance to “serve a good turn on the
little sailor-suit boy some day, he’d do it sure, or his name
wasv’t Ted Jones.”

Then grandma was called and the blacksmith’s message was
given (about one of the horses being shod), and then the boy
and girl were invited by Jamie to take a turn in the fine swing.

“ve got the beawfullest one in the world!” he exclaimed, as
they ran down the garden path. “Gran’ma’n’:Tom made it
jus’ right for little boys; but”—looking at Teddy’s stout limbs
critically—“T guess you ain’t too big for it!”

“Well, if I am,” replied Teddy, cheerfully, “I'll be a good
size to help you an’ Susie have some fun in it, anyhow, ’cause I
can push good an’ strong, an’ it’s most as much fun to help
other folks have a good time as to be a-havin’ it yourself, you
know.”



CHAPTER VI.

THE SWING SCARE.

Now Teddy was used to harum-scarum pranks on his own
rickety swing under the apple-tree at home, and so he proceeded
to astonish Jamie by showing off all he could do in this very
fine affair of a swing.

Jamie rather envied Teddy for being able to do so much
while standing up, and he decided to show his visitors how
brave he was too, if only a little boy not half as strong and big
as Teddy. So after Susie had had her turn, and enjoyed a
gentle little swing, assisted by the gentlest of little pushes, to
her heart’s content, Master Jamie boldly mounted the board seat
and slipped his feet under the straps.

“Now go ahead an’ push real hard,” he called to Teddy, “aw
Pll show you I ain’t ’fraid a bit!”

Whether it was because he hadn’t put his little feet quite far
enough through the straps, or because Teddy forgot how little
a chap our laddie was, I ean’t tell you; but I know that no
sooner had the swing earried Jamie high above the ground than
out went the board from under his feet, and a small pair cf
legs were struggling in the air, and a pair of little hands were
clinging tightly to the ropes, while Teddy sprang forward to
save our frightened laddie from the threatened fall.

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28 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

“Oh dear!” remarked Jamie, when safe on the ground. He
winked back a few frightened tears and swallowed a little sob.
“Oh dear! I—I don’t—I guess stand-ups ain’t very good for
little boys like—like me. Don’t let’s swing any more; let’s go
play somethin’ else.”

Teddy laughed.

“You had a big seare, little feller, didn’t you? Never mind;
you ain’t half killed yet. Next time you'll hit it jus’ right—
Come, Susie, you ’n’ I ’ve got to skip home; an’ we’re much
’bliged to Jamie—ain’t we ?—for lettin’ us use his swing.”

“You may come an’ use it whenever you want to,” said
Jamie, “’cause it would be too much of a good time for me all
by myself, an’ I—I like you an’ Susie first-rate.”

Teddy held out his hand.

“Shake, then, little Master Sailor-suit; an’ you may jus’ be
sure Susie an’ her brother Ted 711 always think a heap o’ you;
for if you are a rich boy, an’ dressed better’n J ever am like to
be, you ain’t proud ’n’ stuck-up one bit; an’—an’ it makes all
the diffrence in the world ’bout the likin’ of you, you know!
Well, good-by!” And off he went, followed by little fat Susie
as fast as her short legs would carry her.

Jamie pondered a moment, then he hastened into the sitting-
room, where grandma sat at her sewing. She looked up with a
smile.

“Well, laddie, had a nice time?” she questioned.

But Jamie’s face was a serious one as he stood beside her
passing his hand over her cheek in a loving way, and yet as
though he were hardly conscious of what he did, for his mind
was full of the question he wanted to ask. Presently:



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“Gran’ma, what’s—what’s bein’ ‘ stuck-up’?” asked he.

“Why, laddie, what a funny question! What has put that
into your noddle, I wonder?”

“That boy said he liked me ’cause I wasn’t stuck-up; an’
what is it, gran’ma? How do little boys stick up, an’ what
makes ’em, if it isn’t nice?”

How grandma did laugh! And she would have laughed
longer too, if Jamie’s face hadn’t been the picture of anxiety
and dismay.

“Tif? me up in your lap, gran’ma,” he pleaded, “an’ kiss me
here, where my dearest mama does”—pulling his jacket-collar
down from under his chin with one finger, and exposing his soft,
sweet little throat, where, as he said truly, mama daily tucked
in a whole pile of loving kisses.

“Q you darling laddie,” answered grandma, “I could al-
most eat you up with kisses, I love you so!” And then she
kissed the dear little throat till it tickled Jamie, and he screamed
with laughter, and there was a speedy end of the anxious look
on his face. “There now; run away and play captain on that
large hall rug, and let me finish my sewing, so that a boy I know
of ean have a nice walk to the village with me by and by.”

“But, gran’ma, you forgetted *bout my question!” said
Jamie, whose memory hadn’t proved as treacherous as grandma
hoped it had after their short frolic. “ What’s bein’ ‘stuck-up’?”

“Well, I declare!” cried grandma; “yowre a great boy for
sticking, though you aren’t ‘stuck-up’ Well, laddie, Teddy
meant that you didn’t put on any disagreeable airs, and act as
if you felt yourself a great deal better than he and Susie, just
because you wore better clothes and didn’t happen to—to be a



30 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

working-man’s son; he meant that you weren’t anything else
but just a dear, kind-hearted little boy, doing to others just as
you would like others to do to you, and being a happy boy
because you were making others happy also. If you had turned
up your small nose and thought yourself too smart and fine to
be willing to play with those who were not able to look as well,
why then you would have been a very ‘stuck-up’ little boy in-
deed, and a naughty little boy in the bargain. Now do you
understand, laddie dear?”

Jamie nodded.

“Oh yes, gran’ma, an’ I shouldn’t think it would feel
comfor’ble here”—laying his hand wpon his breast—“to be
proud like that. I’m much obliged to Teddy for thinkin’ I
ain’t that way. He’s a nice boy, isn’t he, gran’ma? An’ so is
Susie.”

“Susie is a dear, nice little girl,” said grandma, “and Teddy
is as good a boy as any one need want; and so long as a boy or
girl, or man or woman, is honest and kind and true to all things
good, the dear Father in heaven will love them all alike,
whether they’re rich or poor, glad or sad, high or low. Now
one more kiss; and you needn’t look as solemn as an owl over
my little sermon, you funny boy, but run and have a good play
before luncheon-time.”

So presently there was a big steamer out in the hall (which
was, I beg Jamie’s pardon, not a hall, but the ocean at that
time), and the crew consisted of a very small and timid kitty-
eat and the little mongrel dog which belonged to Tom. To
keep that crew in order and prevent mutiny was so difficult a
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necessary ; and the old clock at the head of the staircase had its
seconds and minutes so scared that they ran by as fast as they
could, and counted off the hour before Jamie’s voyage was
half done, and when the luncheon-bell was rung he was greatly
surprised.

In the afternoon, when Jamie expected to have his walk with
grandma, it unfortunately happened that something prevented
his grandmother from going; and so little laddie decided to go
to the pond and have a nice time with his ship.

“Ttll be a good time to have another wreck,” thought he;
and the unlucky rubber doll was carried to the pond again to do
its share toward the coming misfortune.

If that rubber boy-doll had only been able to foresee just
how it would have a share in a kind of wreck not anticipated by
Jamie, nor included in his program, maybe it would have lost
itself in the old attic somewhere, so that Jamie would not have
troubled to hunt it up. But there it was in the little boy’s
jacket-pocket, as black and rubbery and as placid and smiling
as ever; and when the pond was reached, there was the pretty
little ship at her moorings, awaiting her passenger, and all un-
conscious of the “terrible wreck” which would soon occur at the
end of Jamie’s long string.

That part of the pond to which grandma allowed her little
grandson to go alone was shallow and safe, because, if he had
tried, he could have waded across with a wetting only up to his
waist. But she had forbidden him to lean over the bank at all,
save in the one sloping little “cove,” as she called it, where he
kept his boat moored, and where he was sure to have firm
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A little farther up the pond, and where Jamie would not
have thought of venturing, nor have found it convenient to do
so, the water was deeper, and would have reached to Jamie's
throat, had he tried wading there.

But that especial part of his “ocean” was beyond the little
lad’s knowledge, and so he had never ventured outside of safe
limits; and grandma knew she could trust his promise not to
do so.



CHAPTER VII.
THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE.

On this occasion, as always before, Jamie shipped cargoes of
wood, chips, and moss; and the cargoes were landed safely at
port, or “lost in mid-ocean,” as he pleased. He was a happy
little boy to-day—particularly happy; because with the noon
mail a letter had come to grandma from his own mama, saying
that she expected to come home in three more days, and would
stay over at the old homestead a day or so before she and Jamie
would return to New York. So now he felt perfectly contented
and happy, and sang little gleeful songs, nursery rhymes, and
“make-ups” (as he called his own cute little jingles), and sailed
his ship to and fro, and rolled about on the grass, and had a
merry time all by himself there under the trees and beside the
quiet waters. At last he decided it was time for the rubber
passenger to meet with trouble, and preparations were begun
accordingly.

“ Good-by, Mr. Doll,” said the ship’s owner. “T hope you'll
have a nico time; but most likely you won’t, ’eause this is a
time when there’s danger crossin’ the ocean. Maybe you'll wish
you hadun’t gone on a journey. Good-by.”

Then dolly took his usual position against the mast, and the

little ship sailed gracefully out from port.
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34 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

The “wreck” occurred right in the middle of the pond; and
after a violent rocking back and forth, and what Jamie, the
wrecker, considered a “beau’ful hard time,” over went the ship,
its sails in the water, and its passenger floating off helplessly.
Jamie danced up and down delightedly on the bank, and waited
for the current to bring his doll to shore. The ship was hauled
in as usual, and placed in the sun, that the dripping sails might
dry.

But the unfortunate passenger didn’t seem to get any nearer
to our “captain”; on the contrary, it was floating as far as pos-
sible in the opposite direction; and Jamie was much troubled
when finally it swept around a curve in the bank and was lost
to view.

If he followed the doll he would be treading upon forbidden
ground—he knew that very well; but if he did not follow it he
would lose his rubber playmate, and that was something dread-
ful to think of. ,

For a minute or two laddie stood irresolute; and then his
anxiety overcame him entirely, and he allowed himself to forget
erandma’s injunctions, feeling that the necessity of the case -
would excuse disobedience this time. In fact, Jamie was
naughty in good earnest, and I’m not sure but he was just a
little glad to have a good excuse to follow Mr. Doll; and so off
he started on a quick run to follow a path which led through
shrubbery and tangled grasses around to the opposite side of
the water, where he thought dolly might have floated.

He presently found himself in a strange place, where the
water looked “shinier” than where he was allowed to play, and
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“T don’t feel comfor’ble here,” he thought, “an’ I ain’t goin’
to stay a minute after I find my doll. I got to find him some-
how, an’ gran’ma’d feel real sorry if—if I let him jus’ stay lost.
I’m ’most sure she’d like me to find him.”

His reflections comforted him very little, however, for Jamie
knew he was not doing right; and what with that and his worry
over the lost passenger, the little fellow was really quite miser-
able at last, and was just going to turn about and hurry back to
more familiar ground, when he saw the rubber doll bobbing up
and down not far away. Jamie’s little face beamed all over, and
he ran to the edge of the pond with a stick in his eager hand, all
ready to reach for the treasure and haul it inshore. Alas! the
little feet slipped up on some wet moss, and over went Jamie
plump into the water, screaming with terror. He couldn’t get
upon his feet again (though, as you know, the depth was not
dangerous) for the reason that his little legs had gotten en-
tangled in some vines growing in the water; and he was held in
such a position that only his head was above it. He was terri-
bly frightened, and cried and screamed till his strength was
nearly gone; and there is no knowing what would have hap-
pened at last, if Teddy Jones had not chanced to make a short
eut through the woods the other side of the pond, on his way to
do an errand. He heard the terrified cries of poor Jamie, and
sprang like a deer through bushes and over fallen trees, until he
reached the bank and saw little laddie struggling to pull himself
out of the water.

It didn’t take Teddy very long to get the dripping child out
of his uncomfortable quarters and away from danger.

“How under the sun, moon, an’ stars came you in there?”



36 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

he asked; and Jamie hung his head in shame. “Thought your
granny told you not to come to this part the pond,” continued
Teddy. “What you doin’ here, anyhow?”

“Findin’ my rubber doll,” explained Jamie; “’cause there
was a big storm at sea, an’ a—a—awful wreck, an’ the pass’nger
was drownin’; an’ I saw him floatin’ an’ floatin’ way over here,
an’ course I had to come an’ save him.”

Teddy was all this time squeezing the water as well as he
could out of Jamie’s suit, and made the little boy stand in the
warm sun.

“Lucky you didn’t have on your nice white clothes, isn’t
it?” he said. “This sort o’ wool suit’ll keep you from gettin’
chilled an’ wet all through; an’ if your granny’ll give you a hot
drink I don’t reckon you'll take any cold,.sonny. Now come
‘long home.”

Jamie hesitated.

“T haven’t got my doll,” he said, pitifully.

Teddy pulled off his shoes, rolled up his trousers above his
knees, waded in as far as possible, and with a stick rescued the
cause of all Jamie’s trouble, and restored it to its uncomfortable
little master.

Then he pulled off his own dry coat and made Jamie put it
on; and as a matter of course it very nearly covered the small
boy’s body.

“There, now, you'll do till you get home,” said Teddy; “aw
you jus’ own up to granny all you’ve done—no cheatin’.”

Jamie looked up indignantly.

“You don’t s’pose I’d try an’ ’ceive gran’ma, do you?” he
asked. ‘“T ain’t a boy like that! Guess she knows I ain’t ever



THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE. 37

told any wrong stories to her an’ my dearest mama long as
they’ve known me; so now, Teddy Jones!”

Teddy gave a long whistle.

“Whew! sonny’s got his dander up! Oh, come now, Jamie, I
was only teasin’; don’t [know you're a fair and square little chap ?”

Jamie felt ashamed of his angry little speech, and told Teddy
so, like a man.

“Ho! what’s a boy without spunk ’nough to stand up for
himself if a feller’s judgin’ him wrong?” was Teddy’s reply. “It
don’t hurt you any to blurt out now ’v’ then if you’ve got right
on your side. I’d no business to think, even in fun, that you’d
do so mean a thing as try to cheat your granny.”

Jamie’s face was sober as he listened, and presently he asked:

“Do you ever be real naughty ’cause it’s fun, Teddy? Ido
sometimes, when our cook plagues me; an’—awn’ I try to think
up things to be bad ’bout to tease her, an’ I can’t help it, ’eause
she seolds so it tempers me all over, from my head to my feet.
Mama says I am very naughty those times; but it’s real fun
when I’m doin’ it, an’ it doesn’t seem as if I’d ever be sorry;
am’—an’—then—an’ then pretty soon the sorry time comes, an’
I ain’t happy any more, an’ I don’t like myself at all; so I go an’
say, ‘’Scuse me, Ann; I’m sorry for teasin’ you;’ an’ I get up in
my dearest mama’s lap, an’ I whisper a few little things in her
ear, aw then she kisses me, an’—O Teddy, you don’t know what
a diff'renee I feel here! ”—laying his little hand on his heart,
and lifting his shining blue eyes to Teddy’s face.

Teddy put his arm around his little companion’s neck and
gave him a sympathetic squeeze as he replied:

“Quess I know how good it feels, too; but somehow it



38 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

doesn’t keep me from forgettin’ again; an’ I s’pose I’m a reg’lar
nuisance of a boy, take me all ’round, for now ’n’ then dad gives
me an out~n’-out trouncin’; an’ it does me—an’ him too—a heap
0’ good, so I ain’t complainin’.”

Jamie felt very badly at the idea of Teddy’s ever being
whipped, so he tried to comfort his friend by repeating the
compliment grandma had paid him awhile before.

“Well, you ain’t very bad, Teddy, ’cause my gran’ma said
you were as nice a boy as anybody need want; an’ she likes you
a great deal—honest, she does!”

Teddy laughed, and enjoyed the compliment hugely.

“Oh well,” he said, “all J want is to grow up a man like my
dad. Everybody likes him, an’ he’s clean an’ honest clear
through; an’ we children wouldn’t darst to tell a lie, or steal, or
do a mean, deceitful thing, even if we wanted to. But we never
would want to; for ’tisn’t bein’ rich an’ wearin’ good clothes that
makes a man anythin’ great (so dad says, an’? mammy too), half
so much as bein’ true an’ honest an’ kind in your heart. Yovll
be a good man, Jamie, I’m sure o’ that! ”—looking kindly down
on the grave little face beside him.

“Tf I love the dear Jesus, I will,” replied Jamie; “for papa
did, an’ he was a good man—mama says so; an’ mama does, an?
she’s the bestest lady in the world. O Teddy ”—Jamie bright-
ened up into a host of dimples as he spoke—“ my dearest mama
is comin’ home so soon—jus’ in a day or two—an’ I’m goin’ to
show her to you. Won’t you be glad to see my pretty mama,
Teddy? I ’most feel sure she'll say you're a nice boy.”

Teddy felt disappointed that he would so soon lose his dear
little playfellow, and yet he did not cloud Jamie’s pleasure by



THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE. 39

telling him so—no indeed; he entered into Jamie’s joyous
anticipations with all his kind heart, and when the homestead
gate was reached the little boy had almost forgotten that he had
a sorrowful confession to make to grandma. Perhaps he would
quite have forgotten it, in the joy of thinking about his mother,
if it had not been for the damp, uncomfortable feeling of the
little suit under Teddy’s big jacket. But although he was
dreadfully afraid of the punishment he deserved, yet he had no
idea of shrinking from duty; and so, after Teddy had gone up
the road, our little laddie presented his forlorn, funny little
figure (in the coat three or four sizes too large for him, and his
hands quite lost to view in the sleeves) before grandma’s
astonished gaze.

“Why, what in the world—” began grandma, looking at him
over her spectacles; and then before she could finish her sen-
tence, Jamie ran and shut the door tight, so that nobody’s ears
save grandma’s could possibly hear his confession.

/ And therefore I cannot tell you about what happened in that
room; but I know that in half an hour the dear old lady and her
little laddie came out into the hall hand in hand, and, at Jamie’s
especial request, carried the rubber dolly up the garret stairs,
and shut it up in the very bottom of the deepest trunk to be
found, and then grandma locked the trunk and took out the
‘key, and all further temptation to rescue a drowning pas-
senger at the cost of disobedience and danger was at once re-
moved. Not that Jamie would have disobeyed again, but he felt
in his repentant heart as though he and that “ passenger” would
never be quite the same friends again, or at least not until the
next visit with grandma.



CHAPTER VIII.
THE BONFIRE.

THE next morning Jamie heard that little Susie had taken a
cold and was-sick. Teddy had passed the gate early, and, see-
ing Tom, had mentioned the fact, and also asked how Jamie
was after his wetting of the day before.

Grandma felt sorry for Susie, and asked Jamie if he didn’t
want to take Ted’s jacket back himself, instead of its being seut
by Tom, as she had intended, and then he could ask how Susie
was getting on.

He jumped at the idea; and as the blacksmith’s cottage
was just in plain view across the fields, there was no danger to
Jamie in the going.

“T want to take my story-book with the big picksures in it
to little Susie,” he said, “’cause she'll be mused with it, an’ then
Teddy’ll be glad.”

“Right, darling,” was grandma’s ready answer; “and here is
the book all waiting for its kind service to the sick girlie. You
ean trot right along this minute.”

She tucked his feet into his high rubber boots—because the
field was rather soft and marshy in places—and slipped his

heavier jacket on; and after crowning the fair head with its
40



THE BONFIRE. 41

Scotch cap, she tilted up the dimpled chin, placed a kiss on it,
and one also on the rosy mouth and blue eyes, and then
watched the sturdy little figure prancing away over the field,
with Teddy’s coat over one arm, and the gift-book for Susie
under the other.

Before he quite reached the cottage Jamie noticed a white
smoke soaring up from above some bushes at the other end of
the field, and there came a sound of childish voices from the
same direction. Curiosity led him to go a little way and see
what it was all about; and he soon saw a little fellow, not
much taller than himself, and a girl who was nearly as tall as
Teddy.

They had piled a lot of chips together, and were having a
small bonfire.

The boy looked up as Jamie approached.

“Hello! yowre the boy our Teddy likes, ain’t you?” he
asked, while the girl drew back a little shyly.

“Yes, ’m Jamie; an’ I like Teddy too. May I watch you fix
your fire?”

“ Ain’t anythin’ to hender,” replied the boy, whose name was
Jackie. “That Ted’s coat you got? He telled us ’bout you
tumblin’ in the water. J’ve been in lots o’ times, an’ didn’t
seare a mite, an’ I ain’t any bigger’n you!”

Jamie felt quite humiliated at the idea of a boy no larger
than he being so bold and brave as not to be afraid of falling
into a pond, while he himself was so cowardly that he had
yelled at the top of his voice. So he didn’t want to talk about
that subject any longer, and turned it aside by saying:

“Tve got a book for little Susie ‘cause she’s sick.” He laid



42 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

the coat on the ground, and handed the book to the girl (whose
name was Sallie) to look at.

She turned the leaves with a pleased look on her face, and
found her tongue at last.

“Guess Susie’ll like it,” she said. And Jackie, who was fan-
ning the bonfire into a brisk blaze, added his opinion that
““Susie’d be much ’bliged.”

“T's a beau’ful book!” said laddie. “I’m ‘most sure she'll
like it much as I did. Can I give it to her my very own self?”

“Reckon so,” said Sallie; “she’s a-lyin’ on the bed frettin’
’eause she can’t come an’ see the fire.”

“What you makin’ it for?” asked Jamie.

“Jus? nothin’ but fun,” replied Jack, swinging his cap vigor-
ously over the blaze, and sending the smoke high and higher
until his brown, closely cropped head was almost hidden behind
the wall of smoke. “Its real fun,” he continued. ‘You jus’
pile on the chips—there’s a lot in the basket—an’ then you fan
this way, ’n’ bimeby, when it gets good an’ big, you make
b’lieve there’s a house afire; an’ we're goin’ to put the basket—
it’s only a leaky old thing mammy doesn’t want—right on top
of the sticks, an’ cracky! won’t it blaze!”

Jackie chuckled with the anticipation, and Jamie felt as
though he would like no better fun than to help throw on those
chips himself. But he remembered how many times his mother
had warned him not to play with fire, and had told him how
dangerous it was for little boys to try and build bonfires, even
though big boys were foolish enough to risk the danger. He
wished in his heart that mama had never forbidden it, because
he did want to help with this especial fire so much, and Jackie







THE BONFIRE. 43

was having such a splendid time over it! There were the chips
all ready to be picked up and flung in upon the blaze Jack had
started so finely; there was the big basket which would make
such a beautiful “house afire”; and there were Jack and Sally
enjoying the play so much! Jamie looked wistfully at them
and at the chips, and fairly longed to “pitch right in,” as Jack
urged him so, and “have fun too.”

But, you see, beside all the things which were so tempting to
laddie there were mama’s words, as plain as could be: “I hope
you will remember, laddie dear, never to play with fire; because
itis avery naughty, dangerous thing for little boys to do. Will
you remember that it will grieve mama very much if you dis-
obey her?”

And Jamie had promised to “remember”; and he did so
now, this very moment, though it made him a wee bit sorry ; for
if there is one thing above another that little boys like to do, it
is to make a bonfire whenever they have a chance.

Well, mama’s words gained the victory over the great temp-
tation of the chips and the blaze, and Jamie said presently :

“It looks like real fun, but—but it isn’t nice for little boys
to do, is 1t?”

Jackie looked up scornfully, and then went on fanning.

“Ts it, Jack?” repeated Jamie.

“No, ’tain’t nice for boys what’s afeard of gettin’ hurt!” was
the snappy reply. “Sallie an’ I ain’t that kind, though.”

“ain’t that kind, either, in my feelin’s,” said Jamie, his quick
little temper coming to the surface, because he felt that Jack
was making fun of him. “But my dearest mama said it would
grieve her if I ever did, an’ I guess I ain’t goin’ to grieve her



44. LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

for all the old fires in the world; so now!”—straightening his
small figure, and walking off as fast as he could.

The book was left in Sallie’s hands, for Jamie was too indig-
nant at the moment to think of it.

However, Sallie shouted after him that she would give it to
Susie; and then she scolded Jack for being rude to the little boy
Teddy was so fond of.

“Tf Teddy finds it out, yowll ketch it!” she said, by way of a
last comforting word; and she left her brother to enjoy the fire
all by himself, while she carried Jamie’s gift to the cottage.

Somehow little Jackie Jones failed to enjoy his bonfire much
after that, and so he stamped it out ere long, and followed Jamie
home; and there was a private meeting of two little figures
out at grandma’s back gate, and then a good romp in the
swing under the arbor trellis. The simple fact was that Jack
in his heart felt a greater liking and respect for Jamie, just
because the latter had been brave enough to stand up for his
mother’s request even at the risk of being considered “a
coward,” than would have been possible if our little lad had
yielded to temptation and put mother and her wishes quite out
of his way.

And Jamie, who hated to feel that anybody was angry with
him, was only too glad to “be frien’s” with Jack the very mo-
ment chance gave him opportunity.

“Did Susie like the book?” he presently asked Jack.

“T didn’t take time to go an’ see,” said Jack, “I was in sech
a hurry to ketch up to you. I say, Jamie, Sallie said Teddy’d
give it to me good if he knew I’d made fun o’ you; but I guess
he won’t now you ’n’ me’s frien’s agin; an’ if he does, I won’t



THE BONFIRE. 45

mind it much, ’cause I was mean to you—an’ you were awful
good to give your nice book to our Susie.”

Jamie was pleased with the kind words, but they made him
feel embarrassed too, and he didn’t know what to say. But the
happy thought came that it would be fun to play ship with the
large hall rug, and the polished oak floor would be the ocean as
usual, and Jackie would make a splendid big whale, which the
captain of the ship would catch and haul on board.

So he proposed it to Jack, who was delighted to be a whale
or anything else that would give him a chance to play in the
large, wide hall, where he had never dared to dream of entering
before, though he knew it was hung with pictures, and had a
great wide staircase in it with carved railings, and a statue
holding a colored lamp in its hand.

Presently grandma heard a terrific racket as she sat sewing
in the room above; and looking over the balusters, what should
she see but Jackie sprawling on the floor, striking out with
arms and legs as though in deep water, holding between his
teeth the end of a long cord, while the other was in laddie’s
hand, and the make-believe ship having a hard time sliding
over the floor-ocean with every pull of the big whale Captain
Jamie was endeavoring to haul on board.

Grandma laughed so she nearly lost her balanee as she
watched the comical scene.

“Well, well, well, I wonder what that boy of mine will think
of next?” she thought. “Bless his dear heart!”

But I’m quite sure she wasn’t sorry when the noisy play
was done, and the famous whale—“the very biggest ever
caught in that ocean,” Jamie said—had turned into a boy



46 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

again, and remembered that “his folks would be wonderiw’
where he was.”

When the little boys separated soon after, Jackie took the
short eut over the fields, and Jamie’s parting words were shouted
out after him:

“Good-by, Jackie! I like you better ’n’ better, an’ you
made the bestest whale I ever saw!”



CHAPTER IX.
WAITING FOR MAMA.

AND now we come to the close of our story of little lad
Jamie. It was the evening before “his dearest mama” was to
arrive. Right after breakfast on the next morning he was to
drive with grandma to the railroad station to meet her. All
day long he had been restlessly happy, trying to be patient
and good as a little boy could be; but he did long for bedtime
to come, so as to “hurry up the morning.” he had climbed upon grandma’s lap, and kissed her, and
caressed her with his little restless hands, as though his heart
was so overflowing with love and happiness that it couldn’t be
shut up inside the small body. He had tried to enjoy the sail-
ing of his ship, first on the pond and then (to be nearer home,
so that he could be told the time every few minutes by the kind
old Tom) in the big tub of water near the stable door. But the
ship failed to amuse him as much as usual, and he had gone to
the swing. A few turns of that satisfied him, and then he had
to run back to Tom and ask again what time it was.

He had a number of toys in the sitting-room, and for a while
47



48 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

he was an expressman, a locomotive engineer, a stableman, a
soldier and drummer, and all sorts of things besides. But
finally the desire to know the time again took possession of
our laddie, and of course the toys were forgotten.

So the day had passed; and finally, when the longed-for bed-
time arrived, never was there a more willing “ go-to-bed boy” in
the world.

When the soft white night-dress was on, and the little
prayer said at grandma’s knee, he lifted his blue eyes happily
to the kind face above him, and said:

“Tsn’t it good to feel that the dear, great God was once a
little boy like me, gran’ma? Let me tell you somethin’: once I
didwt know that, an’ I told mama that maybe God didn’t have
time to pay ’tention to little boys, ’eause there were so many big
folks that needed Him; an’ my mama she told me all ’bout it;
ai’ ever since I’ve been sure that He used to be a little boy I’ve
felt that He’ll ’scuse me for ever bein’? naughty; an’—I want to
whisper somethin’ in your ear, gran’ma”—drawing her head
down to his lips—“I guess He used to love His mama so dearly
that He is glad I love mine, an’ He'll take good care of her while
she’s comin’ back to me, won’t He?”

Grandma nodded, and wiped a tear from her eyes, and as-
sured Jamie that there never was a moment of either day or
night when Jesus was not keeping watch and ward over the
earth and all its people; and that every little child was called a
lamb of the kind Shepherd's flock, and especially loved and
watched over by Him. Then, while she snuggled him close in
her lap (as they sat there in the quiet shadows—the two who
loved each other so), grandma told her little lad several of the



WAITING FOR MAMA. 49

beautiful stories about children which are found in the “ Book
which is best of all books”; and he listened with all his heart in
his beautiful eyes, and the pretty new moon began to shine, and
sent a few beams in at the window to make a lovely picture of
Jamie and grandma at the happy bedtime hour.

After the talk was finished, Jamie was snuggled into bed;
and at his especial request the favorite toys he was to leave be-
hind him—all handy for the next visit to the homestead—were
brought up from the sitting-room and placed on the bed to sleep
with him through the night, “’cause he felt so happy,” he ex-
plained, when grandma couldn’t help laughing at his funny
desire, and at the sight of the toys arranged in such solemn
order along the counterpane, while the little lord and master
of them all lay back contentedly on his pillow, all ready to
slip away to the land of happy dreams just as soon as he
should close his eyes.

“Good-night, my darling!” said grandma, presently, kissing
Jamie a great many times, and wondering silently what she
should do after he had gone back to the city with his mama;
and the old homestead would be too quiet a place to suit her,
she was sure.

“Good-night, gran’ma dearest!” replied Jamie. “Have I
been a pretty good boy to-day?”

“The best in the world, laddie, little sweetheart; and ?’m
going to tell mama to-morrow what a comfort you have been all
the time since you came. Now one more kiss, and yow’ll be
sound asleep in a jiffy after I go down.”

“Gran’ma!”

“Yes, deary.”



a0 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

“Will you please tell me what time it is?”

Grandma laughed.

“The same old question, laddie, isn’t it? Well, it is—half-
past sleepy-time—that means half-past seven o’clock; and the
morning won’t come until you are sound asleep, you know, so
snuggle down and hurry off to the land o’ nod.”

“ All right, gran’ma,” said the drowsy little voice; and pres-
ently she started down the stairs.

She had only gotten a few steps down before again she heard
the sweet sound of “Gran’ma! Gtr-a-n’ma!”

“Well, Jamie, boy, what is it now?”—putting her head in at
the door. :

Jus’ somethin’ I wanted to tell you ’fore I forgetted it,” re-
plied Jamie, lifting his golden head from the pillow and looking
earnestly at her with his serious eyes. “I jus’ wanted to say
you’ve been such a dear, kind gran’ma to me; an’ I love you,
gran’ma, a great deal. I thought maybe you'd like to know it
over again. That's all, gran’ma dear. Good-night. I guess
mornin’ ’Il soon be here, ’cause I’m so sleepy.”

And then—after grandma had gone straight up to the little
bed, and kissed him many times more in return for his sweet,
loving speech—little laddie settled his soft round cheek upon
the pillow, and was fast asleep before he knew that he had even
closed his eyes.

So we leave him dreaming of the “to-morrow” and the re-
turn of the “dearest mama”; and the little tin soldiers on the
bed, and the soft white moonshine about the room, will keep
faithful watch over our little lad Jamie.











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bb7d31853994aba3da43b5cb9d855b4f09edec89
'2011-11-07T12:37:08-05:00'
describe
'8145' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARET' 'sip-files00002.QC.jpg'
7f77807fecf315726a64aa2c0d0b9696
5d637862e3d81112482b800381a82406e9bc99a5
'2011-11-07T12:37:02-05:00'
describe
'16143276' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREU' 'sip-files00002.tif'
49baae6864033ad07eaf73274d151a9c
7aa0287d3e2505fc8323ddb01d01b971949f42f0
'2011-11-07T12:36:34-05:00'
describe
'236' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREV' 'sip-files00002.txt'
cd6a5b04e6e283642d362536c6bd2414
a618d55b9b9b8545d2c428d560065a57724863a8
'2011-11-07T12:36:33-05:00'
describe
'2531' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREW' 'sip-files00002thm.jpg'
67cbe68948c3492a68d449b943a6672f
ba30bfa9796e3eb2acb947833519696ff9c32aac
'2011-11-07T12:35:47-05:00'
describe
'590927' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREX' 'sip-files00005.jp2'
5bf5df728b89c7d37bdf59b8a24807b6
3986cfc0c139c1555c9c7c2ef8ca33cb84c06b42
'2011-11-07T12:37:07-05:00'
describe
'19894' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREY' 'sip-files00005.jpg'
5b8302ad82e8e113879424fc9291dd0d
baf95741901dd7dc601a18d57a9d222de8c1d148
'2011-11-07T12:38:03-05:00'
describe
'527' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAREZ' 'sip-files00005.pro'
623a2e9fc4a3f1e7a23e142e35848d58
bba2373dee5f23e8b8114299b1f3a378869fe73e
'2011-11-07T12:36:18-05:00'
describe
'5803' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFA' 'sip-files00005.QC.jpg'
8b9062d284809fc302d0d8e331790625
133cc6356c870236a82d6a6cede8f12151fb4c55
'2011-11-07T12:37:54-05:00'
describe
'4744096' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFB' 'sip-files00005.tif'
d08334eb6303ef48068dba60d3408fa5
b7dd0c22c8ab46d40cd1b4367a5dc87b6595726d
'2011-11-07T12:36:44-05:00'
describe
'28' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFC' 'sip-files00005.txt'
39a552728943709a49ccad02a482591d
255305d276449180ae39865380a8b224163465d3
'2011-11-07T12:36:54-05:00'
describe
'1868' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFD' 'sip-files00005thm.jpg'
bbc06afe69bb05d23607d279f70c77ca
6a1344e84105f0280e5f698c5e53841a973f46ab
describe
'590827' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFE' 'sip-files00008.jp2'
fb9599f997f51d5e7ec5095a4fa9284e
ab9d52855e23d2c5dfeb1948ace22072b8675898
describe
'87704' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFF' 'sip-files00008.jpg'
0abafb668861df52b619cb5ef5f6be5c
90a0f886387376cd27f6acfbdf6f1658b17eb04c
'2011-11-07T12:35:54-05:00'
describe
'23998' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFG' 'sip-files00008.QC.jpg'
513720b7f45a8e70063c961f278d4dbc
fac96ad60b071186f38b900922698d53133aa4b1
'2011-11-07T12:37:52-05:00'
describe
'4750948' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFH' 'sip-files00008.tif'
dbebf47f7120dd4e4397c2fb64726801
407dff54a1c8522d3023f22bd3dd64a852c8797a
describe
'7477' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFI' 'sip-files00008thm.jpg'
9c08a8fc723dc9dd24abc50274ff02ed
be6fcd3a2f1e849a3d202f96dbf34610ffc43cf6
describe
'591187' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFJ' 'sip-files00009.jp2'
761d87372b45869e27da3aa6c376c30a
48f0a1339f15ecbed48eebf7f23f2ddd6c4ec547
'2011-11-07T12:38:01-05:00'
describe
'38210' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFK' 'sip-files00009.jpg'
5d136f4a9a19caf557540a601df54ff5
b4cddde4e2d5f4b71fa034522290162a15b8c48b
describe
'5212' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFL' 'sip-files00009.pro'
af663a1650d3750b799d85ea9db6d38a
69a715245ecca4212aa78032bbc0274a5c6077cc
'2011-11-07T12:37:59-05:00'
describe
'11087' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFM' 'sip-files00009.QC.jpg'
fc720629396c74b697459116fb45dc09
4c2c8e9723f2156f6e6d0bf49213dc917d351a57
'2011-11-07T12:37:16-05:00'
describe
'4746928' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFN' 'sip-files00009.tif'
290bd5546d9a1d921e054b8473ecba85
c28e0b245a81c531a975418a61700d39c779e111
'2011-11-07T12:36:25-05:00'
describe
'305' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFO' 'sip-files00009.txt'
86e8c3024bca572b5b2c9f071dfc857f
4ed2ba0741b5f58b4bb429d140a245ff0d902610
'2011-11-07T12:36:53-05:00'
describe
'3902' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFP' 'sip-files00009thm.jpg'
64ec79ca28873e7bfcf293228903e09d
d7a4de99408ebd1db8b5fd29c95213d0683fd707
describe
'590632' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFQ' 'sip-files00010.jp2'
b83ee3eb351be03505bc18b35364a035
b4eddc5ded77426b3c646e84b81b71249e7005e3
'2011-11-07T12:37:21-05:00'
describe
'13000' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFR' 'sip-files00010.jpg'
7572ff683a214870b6ef3c7b30def07d
5c8e7e4f25f9149106d12c9965966b79043fc59a
'2011-11-07T12:37:22-05:00'
describe
'1359' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFS' 'sip-files00010.pro'
640547371caf06ff8130e5dd6804bae1
6e0812c0b129cebafee826bbdc158afd2b6a9904
'2011-11-07T12:37:26-05:00'
describe
'3433' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFT' 'sip-files00010.QC.jpg'
b86b19b3b83582327a4038b9ace1ee24
ebea6d5c7cbf1a9fe76387a1697728c7a66537ac
'2011-11-07T12:36:01-05:00'
describe
'4741544' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFU' 'sip-files00010.tif'
7f1f5e63f679a67ee82cd0b8bf0a0468
a826dbbf604948e7e0e47d0087383a3e65b93b23
describe
'121' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFV' 'sip-files00010.txt'
d3ec7d4c78235d1271bc4c27a9ddfe71
ced1f0d66d947e5e0c87fed44192abf562a48f19
'2011-11-07T12:35:49-05:00'
describe
'1096' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFW' 'sip-files00010thm.jpg'
d07b2c32888d6b7a64cbf0733217f6ea
54e9c3fed151d4412e00a777a81cffc59bac2593
'2011-11-07T12:36:21-05:00'
describe
'575457' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFX' 'sip-files00011.jp2'
1454000b354a0a0e1a902501b74a0569
38e61d25c3e05b49fbc36194e0c6cb8bbf192221
describe
'34071' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFY' 'sip-files00011.jpg'
9ecf5389061a15e9ee8b111e49a136a7
ed270099a14d6a9d94f3b768c016c1ed0782a1f9
'2011-11-07T12:36:47-05:00'
describe
'22200' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARFZ' 'sip-files00011.pro'
f2018d3bf09254f750d575b3ccd1efec
b11649621272bd993880c1f6f5f35014fa8c9757
'2011-11-07T12:37:57-05:00'
describe
'10240' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGA' 'sip-files00011.QC.jpg'
6c4411230b46e56beb3d584349347376
0efc80462b83a8242a6634964ceb9a9a89f25715
'2011-11-07T12:36:37-05:00'
describe
'4621648' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGB' 'sip-files00011.tif'
277dc9412878c01bc79d028c5236eea5
1e3d734bd23bf8a19147955f56b2d0f450eda288
'2011-11-07T12:35:50-05:00'
describe
'1280' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGC' 'sip-files00011.txt'
4317ced80a89ec6eba30340a8c7f4f04
868dd96076567602ab608b7f5fcd1c3ad3697096
'2011-11-07T12:36:02-05:00'
describe
'2855' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGD' 'sip-files00011thm.jpg'
f74d254a02d2b58d4e80add9f605eb26
b3eab23c3995148f19cd0588524fdef36a2b7818
describe
'590838' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGE' 'sip-files00012.jp2'
de9c1d0a48da6b094f87f16011753e8c
c5336b5d82adafa865db8aa7418a3ca0b7d3a201
'2011-11-07T12:36:08-05:00'
describe
'10852' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGF' 'sip-files00012.jpg'
11bde7adec891a4bf98f5c74e5134c55
85bc68758b8c8d36f73e7bde89b902adbff3724f
describe
'2738' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGG' 'sip-files00012.QC.jpg'
a88cd5ef97aa07461b3af2602568f55a
4ad8c75f7816f718c5ed857a6f10063ff05583e9
'2011-11-07T12:37:56-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGH' 'sip-files00012.tif'
6916b922440a07e0921cbc92b9a1cc50
8bf2b90a154ef1809b68f0246194df98530d3a9d
describe
'972' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGI' 'sip-files00012thm.jpg'
1dfab97b6e176a00780812e515551fad
a1d038a4a1ed341945a7add803f2d99ee60f1631
'2011-11-07T12:37:06-05:00'
describe
'581315' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGJ' 'sip-files00013.jp2'
5c263692ea565158672839f680ea8f16
9b776685b544a9ef02090080e4f23b10f71b7349
'2011-11-07T12:37:15-05:00'
describe
'30551' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGK' 'sip-files00013.jpg'
0292bee0749177158767581306daa1f2
5dfbe20177b3dbb8cc78ab035e52094daa45dafb
'2011-11-07T12:36:46-05:00'
describe
'15994' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGL' 'sip-files00013.pro'
9dba47789cb7c475d0e3e8161f6ba1a3
8f1e1ebd79351a9d250c0dcd993db9668bd1ff74
'2011-11-07T12:36:16-05:00'
describe
'9112' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGM' 'sip-files00013.QC.jpg'
cdf90e6f674a55d3197a5fc4054c7f7b
17d35b0e902b6f4af90865172cfdd9ed6ec07d3d
describe
'4666836' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGN' 'sip-files00013.tif'
2aaadb565c6d0e4700c1c83ec2f311eb
1c9aac992c06681d924c760e060aa4c47061083e
'2011-11-07T12:37:38-05:00'
describe
'739' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGO' 'sip-files00013.txt'
0759f20f411d29f5111f02f351ba8643
5b8ead8fc769d06a51c489766f893e49ca811df1
describe
'2627' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGP' 'sip-files00013thm.jpg'
ccb67c320e43efdaeb0ce2f2a2cbf769
a1d60f01501624ab4d3763664e66d8b3cebebce6
'2011-11-07T12:37:13-05:00'
describe
'590937' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGQ' 'sip-files00014.jp2'
4b9cc3492325e540e23c17bc425f129d
ec2328b9e8d2dff073d29be0b32715030554024d
describe
'11825' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGR' 'sip-files00014.jpg'
fd1e73877d4a7942ac743e2eca5e472b
b05bef5ced04f1489edcdd0f2f86ed2eda77beb4
'2011-11-07T12:37:18-05:00'
describe
'3003' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGS' 'sip-files00014.QC.jpg'
639d30d3ff0a3200bf60f06ec7ae8dfc
bea7de94b232fb41b1e106b2e1e97f9f59cab23b
'2011-11-07T12:37:04-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGT' 'sip-files00014.tif'
ffc377a75f910b598d81df67b07e2e41
03eb0cb8ab8e13eb781a4b11050ede8239c20268
describe
'1025' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGU' 'sip-files00014thm.jpg'
f8327e89dc2c97afbaba3b0d2e41b587
e8bd7279598aec601a1c8f62355784c6b5f6f7fc
'2011-11-07T12:37:25-05:00'
describe
'581322' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGV' 'sip-files00015.jp2'
4595e3889ef31a787fe000f87502da3e
1728ce9b34adcc32a99b3a0a999fd3b8bb7d87c6
describe
'70169' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGW' 'sip-files00015.jpg'
6a865ec06a8a4a79683611813502343c
39b2b44a93face4e34feff49502af1ddde0530c5
'2011-11-07T12:36:11-05:00'
describe
'26541' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGX' 'sip-files00015.pro'
621c8c2d89f87126771b8b4be9ef0a74
3b05115c3233e83cda1d013758dc3da940ed1243
'2011-11-07T12:35:51-05:00'
describe
'20852' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGY' 'sip-files00015.QC.jpg'
7c3df82968094629ad99572225d54a8d
0c529c346e711d3949e4f3f4b2069e32916dea61
'2011-11-07T12:37:34-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARGZ' 'sip-files00015.tif'
6045592675ae63addf4458373519c5f7
603bc49b6d70474b21bf3b78525b3aba8057dad8
'2011-11-07T12:37:40-05:00'
describe
'1161' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHA' 'sip-files00015.txt'
87a0b0c8e271b461ead3183dd318345f
12bdbcf47fe0949ff3bfa5a6368c2e11638eecd2
'2011-11-07T12:36:50-05:00'
describe
'5341' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHB' 'sip-files00015thm.jpg'
3aa0ffacb2de417ada8a2cd251afd917
d1ae8f0ed1e81f428938be83989bfd9e6b4177fb
'2011-11-07T12:37:03-05:00'
describe
'590981' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHC' 'sip-files00016.jp2'
008aad0cef409ba599d8b99fb824b08d
9bc1ffe0948fb8f32e327887dc021de3d0f0b5c3
'2011-11-07T12:35:53-05:00'
describe
'93649' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHD' 'sip-files00016.jpg'
df378b55fabfdf184de600674eb1b572
fd8cf813397ed61b26f0ac6ac057003e8b56314e
'2011-11-07T12:36:07-05:00'
describe
'41543' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHE' 'sip-files00016.pro'
4c46c4b54be1b908c72098c5d9aad691
cd8acd9e2479b76bb208b00e1312d575afe9037c
'2011-11-07T12:37:05-05:00'
describe
'27590' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHF' 'sip-files00016.QC.jpg'
6dc17bb9ae1624d58c1ef5b9bdfcd528
09cd8e4c4450c7748deb3552f8cd86e673fb1f0d
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHG' 'sip-files00016.tif'
b2c5822b773424028deb7043bfcfaaeb
6044f2e8055c17f66bc022551a06adf14242c088
describe
'1650' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHH' 'sip-files00016.txt'
571bbeba73b10e59c113997c4dae11e4
462616e5e0386ebba3d415139b21a0f76bfdf175
'2011-11-07T12:36:45-05:00'
describe
'6390' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHI' 'sip-files00016thm.jpg'
18d126da5c483549c773458c5c90611d
6bbb0f86ab36695ae508a6120223a8f5be401d76
describe
'575576' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHJ' 'sip-files00017.jp2'
88d064006c021926092ec46b95987586
cddb591982ec8a86ed13c31b7fff1cffc6d1e815
describe
'89162' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHK' 'sip-files00017.jpg'
534ceb5a7567b3022f8deba1e0414fd7
a8f52cf606627500f1eac6b84b8a7e5865b07af1
'2011-11-07T12:37:12-05:00'
describe
'39022' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHL' 'sip-files00017.pro'
37087161be3a7068fa709aa6dd90ca1c
658bdda7fd4b8332f6674d0da99c79647e74eb4d
'2011-11-07T12:36:22-05:00'
describe
'26126' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHM' 'sip-files00017.QC.jpg'
4fdad380a991edc12c454a179ef6d4fb
59d8a9e4628f3967fa9ca839cb2def0ab019763b
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHN' 'sip-files00017.tif'
696e0eceee0a88dfc220a5f0f57be8ea
3dc3439688f6f028c1d207d248d93c2977263cda
describe
'1572' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHO' 'sip-files00017.txt'
659891b268954a3d56f7a6bf8527694d
eff8a4d85f14960a62bcbdc84320ca5d28ab553b
describe
'6276' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHP' 'sip-files00017thm.jpg'
9f98070a97c1c3783cb60660c57e8ae6
2728537f4a282d536932245d8709c40549558b82
describe
'591160' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHQ' 'sip-files00018.jp2'
1ee13ed5df7075b10c4a6ad8d5afbcf5
f3fb58478461da4eaa0bf45202196e919eb85629
'2011-11-07T12:36:23-05:00'
describe
'94653' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHR' 'sip-files00018.jpg'
cc7b98d005e01aca94340123853882c6
845beb6acd1ef563d91e8ebd6375930f6f6f9b50
describe
'40919' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHS' 'sip-files00018.pro'
c28129d4c098432966dc76549d16d50a
da6fddf6f131590e9b9a43707b5e80af948eb38c
'2011-11-07T12:36:24-05:00'
describe
'26550' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHT' 'sip-files00018.QC.jpg'
8c701f3f87ef9f0b4c88fda1a40566e8
53d836cdff40559e19f4e738090b3610dfb12b22
'2011-11-07T12:35:46-05:00'
describe
'4745948' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHU' 'sip-files00018.tif'
6ba4651a08a44dca60d66575e5a62a83
48da3068de73eed6047b93d16fd282e133fee161
'2011-11-07T12:36:27-05:00'
describe
'1620' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHV' 'sip-files00018.txt'
b1a34dae333aaf0db487eb96d14f58c7
d7e87b73da2e6b25531e13e42d8fcd2d792516ed
'2011-11-07T12:36:38-05:00'
describe
'6433' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHW' 'sip-files00018thm.jpg'
1d494ea40237b4def4708b87582c9af6
59253014101db2206d4b072fd1216e2814ad110d
'2011-11-07T12:37:23-05:00'
describe
'591167' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHX' 'sip-files00019.jp2'
d87ff5640c480954e030d83045df19a8
70375626ea6aadb59e9383fac8a58765fd89542e
describe
'99862' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHY' 'sip-files00019.jpg'
b25e5961c3699bd642b7f25a6550cab3
fa54588a48a2f65dbb3e55983b9941b4cdf1b850
'2011-11-07T12:35:56-05:00'
describe
'45463' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARHZ' 'sip-files00019.pro'
f32864509b7b0f7a3866a626d8a66563
c916b4f48c6aa1dbc5038a05b4eaf906b62cdcc5
'2011-11-07T12:37:01-05:00'
describe
'29145' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIA' 'sip-files00019.QC.jpg'
8476526d49ad7614883b37d9cbed0d46
8ddf744790d09229126eaa356d6d775e30284d09
'2011-11-07T12:36:49-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIB' 'sip-files00019.tif'
82070cb5633cd901361fb72e06bc6532
7348c2bb0f28f0a6fa523738ca8be40b96d11874
'2011-11-07T12:37:50-05:00'
describe
'1784' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIC' 'sip-files00019.txt'
385db8b468e96bd6f470d3cfbe11f916
a8e5d37970b0baccfe10ab0e593563fb2aa2b804
'2011-11-07T12:36:04-05:00'
describe
'6505' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARID' 'sip-files00019thm.jpg'
7f11ca8e2b2edc9f73b4e38b2a74f08b
38f5d6c9b79d9b920fc9a8b7c6831df67c96bf90
'2011-11-07T12:38:08-05:00'
describe
'591162' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIE' 'sip-files00020.jp2'
13957503e9c94f5e67041e79fd662b18
05d5edb233e986c65c133861aa7c8674ef942424
describe
'87627' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIF' 'sip-files00020.jpg'
abc46be75ff6764740f3b85a7be02738
d17f28885b67712b543eb7a06cbf30dc40bb62a1
describe
'31318' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIG' 'sip-files00020.pro'
7c47edb41d2ec73774e8efad7eda94ad
2b999922a2d80adc166ddeaa60b3502d40edf9c3
'2011-11-07T12:36:09-05:00'
describe
'25647' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIH' 'sip-files00020.QC.jpg'
d76d997a6ab78ca8e92767d5303a45d1
61c310c5c6eb718ca91fe32bb526cce06040a1cf
'2011-11-07T12:37:36-05:00'
describe
'4746920' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARII' 'sip-files00020.tif'
be92ff000ab31861b8d6cf5b1ec9de95
1fe4abeb323f48f09b888ec97860b9c836f9c3d8
'2011-11-07T12:35:55-05:00'
describe
'1275' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIJ' 'sip-files00020.txt'
f7bf4186921adef0554c0f83cab92592
bad9e9d0df37dfe230c08907ecb0dfb53bf566c9
describe
'6719' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIK' 'sip-files00020thm.jpg'
2fbe05dd434afd8496af878542a63ce2
5404e9e016e9b62ee44021d516b2597d6f62d385
describe
'575814' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIL' 'sip-files00021.jp2'
5074277b17992abbbd1f5e267fc832ef
f71b0741981cd9241bc286cf28ed187577799a95
'2011-11-07T12:37:49-05:00'
describe
'79115' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIM' 'sip-files00021.jpg'
4aedd64b62505c60d9c4572ec1ef6fa8
8d24e713b67f141f1b26d9d5aa5d479d84d2a5b2
describe
'1690' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIN' 'sip-files00021.pro'
7e1ecf3d163feb8fa176f9f204dfb9a8
dec787b1c81b4a3b189915e09c5870bb5ef08893
describe
'19229' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIO' 'sip-files00021.QC.jpg'
e4bc3c4ce55c874fa446f1be446f46c1
d8631e298da5fe89651160340ea526a52d473cb5
describe
'4624432' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIP' 'sip-files00021.tif'
f40b62c614ce728b17af7cce751a8b4f
1d47d33dcafb2b22565dcf3536a11bf4c9a8852a
'2011-11-07T12:36:52-05:00'
describe
'664' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIQ' 'sip-files00021.txt'
0f6d14793b80f7827fec9876edb17de5
c36c9cc8e395257f69dc17ab2594c6c8ee828536
'2011-11-07T12:36:56-05:00'
describe
WARNING CODE 'Daitss::Anomaly' Invalid character
'6217' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIR' 'sip-files00021thm.jpg'
acc09b65b65e6583af8098671a355420
c6ee08b237238ac3ef2ae4e51fc9db1a8af18c5c
'2011-11-07T12:35:58-05:00'
describe
'580034' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIS' 'sip-files00023.jp2'
7e11e1a9127c78f7f45a2547d572c0de
d085e8f2e24a1b059f053cf93cb616f61a3b896a
describe
'94927' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIT' 'sip-files00023.jpg'
bfe8e4be8ea4e62e4eefc97d9064df01
b1e5670223c5bb240209aebc99389d3c9d51731e
describe
'41796' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIU' 'sip-files00023.pro'
aef7ec97090acfff39e0eeb26b55a557
2de4c04e5c6ed8d8a589bf91c9ece3f6c0251a5e
describe
'28014' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIV' 'sip-files00023.QC.jpg'
cd84a3dd0af57e2767a34a2bcce69760
bea4f0adb600afa6877ccc35ec4ab794b17ceff3
describe
'4656628' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIW' 'sip-files00023.tif'
0d771fe9e084ecaa284e952069a83458
fb592d47026d8cd5a856a7aca44d14f73b521c51
describe
'1668' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIX' 'sip-files00023.txt'
4e42d7a6d44c1b5f97717db77e90bee6
92c9e9c289e982adecfa430ef1c6fae6e8ec932b
describe
'6649' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIY' 'sip-files00023thm.jpg'
f96bec7606531914d7ebcb8fbda507ca
8d760271e7576c66b24f26bb397b21af93ad4f8e
describe
'591199' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARIZ' 'sip-files00024.jp2'
30fc431cea00fd50f831ec81a7891406
8403a7d70694939063f66df51d1e283faccb6fe8
'2011-11-07T12:38:00-05:00'
describe
'94104' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJA' 'sip-files00024.jpg'
ea0490d6e475c3bbd79a77c9451c29fc
96d285130041231d969d4b82cfe0c0a89543116d
describe
'42506' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJB' 'sip-files00024.pro'
0c0bcc188094ce847c5d0989fec6d5d1
be370130007bcdb804bdcbd2e0f520995a75aba5
'2011-11-07T12:37:55-05:00'
describe
'27835' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJC' 'sip-files00024.QC.jpg'
3100bd8fa0b151bbc1a34fcebfb3dba7
80a5a52caa9517904bc193279dd96236a21e3b6d
'2011-11-07T12:36:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJD' 'sip-files00024.tif'
2d33178b0f98216f65cc3fddcc7df679
9c71040dfc89b5e27e2ed84f5cc1528eeb8b345e
describe
'1671' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJE' 'sip-files00024.txt'
0e102cb68efc153b4ce590d030fd204e
e390f7f08166849017ae5386a000cf4ef1bb35b8
describe
'6737' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJF' 'sip-files00024thm.jpg'
c6534ac52a81a1f7f6f431f97e9b2b47
5d29c643636cbd1c28ad6280e3957f3edb3e925b
'2011-11-07T12:37:19-05:00'
describe
'579732' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJG' 'sip-files00025.jp2'
39875d50e433b59979e923f7ea66e2a9
f66e9efe7e3c9a9c6e873868a52351c1caa7dbdc
describe
'94422' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJH' 'sip-files00025.jpg'
b2b66009b764f200ded02b4915cd8939
582cb3f9f5e51b4c3acc687da08739748e9e2f6e
'2011-11-07T12:36:12-05:00'
describe
'41927' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJI' 'sip-files00025.pro'
3ca6f20505cd7f2bbab6d69be11d0bee
5ec666376008ec12c8647fe925d07cee2b96bfbd
'2011-11-07T12:36:43-05:00'
describe
'28380' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJJ' 'sip-files00025.QC.jpg'
94295a8cd0bbe12fb685b79825b68ef2
58b0d5b15f339d17eed09cde11ebce2c9400a831
describe
'4654076' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJK' 'sip-files00025.tif'
9b1c63670a929e7e793ef8bc5158c6bf
ad359b91404def81aeeb705d5b5e902f77597b3c
describe
'1672' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJL' 'sip-files00025.txt'
40beff968ea20188e03d30f580c3fae5
e476fb686ca6a6c02bc8edd9c8a83a0fea79e4a1
'2011-11-07T12:35:57-05:00'
describe
'6461' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJM' 'sip-files00025thm.jpg'
b49e26d40d4397c2338733e907c88330
19bc0220cae24a7fb5d0c2121c24371dbd241e3a
describe
'590949' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJN' 'sip-files00026.jp2'
aef2978fa558709b7b2f7066ff8c429b
832fd9780b4b3a000cf936ac2dcd729830f90cfa
'2011-11-07T12:36:58-05:00'
describe
'92493' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJO' 'sip-files00026.jpg'
0dc41c729db2e67ee00a5cc3c4afd77f
bed78d270eb0fd9d5e582b7203378256289cc925
describe
'41466' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJP' 'sip-files00026.pro'
6055ed9f828a743f5c8c3a0a8b7c549e
0485999ea9e49ddafc430555147bbee422965b1d
describe
'27357' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJQ' 'sip-files00026.QC.jpg'
6fc63d0d4186f0613ec52aca5d39df70
1a7e75aafca96b6d88f70df2bfa144023994e9fe
'2011-11-07T12:37:27-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJR' 'sip-files00026.tif'
fa8d7efe9a385f90964f81b5b7369d33
d12ca0d65e0c24ab47a8e1beffaaed5bb00e4761
'2011-11-07T12:38:04-05:00'
describe
'1640' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJS' 'sip-files00026.txt'
6b4a27c2d36c2a4737fde2690ff4ed05
6e7f1156c2d6f318b46c631794642492ecf61823
'2011-11-07T12:37:39-05:00'
describe
'6370' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJT' 'sip-files00026thm.jpg'
32112146db2caaa608926ef2060345e2
238a89eec163470c6169061dbc9026a8cb908fec
describe
'591176' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJU' 'sip-files00027.jp2'
ebc3c1b1ac82ab86c0e7a89b38e8a4f1
32425907c8940759111f881236becd2670ad5f84
describe
'69324' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJV' 'sip-files00027.jpg'
98458ba7eb8b045fde08dced97c1cf86
2dfb1670e1428d1fa2e768d3c07f84f999f568e1
describe
'27901' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJW' 'sip-files00027.pro'
32229159461b6a085a47b51560fb85f4
cfef9da4d31256b3138ed6f5c34e3118a5860ddf
describe
'21162' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJX' 'sip-files00027.QC.jpg'
c223511efe89614cff898654e14a8fdd
c642abd074a6988bbb21c289694b2d0d9ab5bfac
'2011-11-07T12:37:51-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJY' 'sip-files00027.tif'
e1f9b951bc095da125b407aefa517e1b
21418edbf53863e4fb8e5e4b8ef9c9dfb048117e
describe
'1115' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARJZ' 'sip-files00027.txt'
f934f1f8d87a1ac2f9d5a0eadce35ba8
57e0d89dc3f4edc5eecf5f69babf714a17de544d
'2011-11-07T12:37:00-05:00'
describe
'5033' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKA' 'sip-files00027thm.jpg'
ed53db328c49b320bab9fb654d0a9baa
4001741d64970bd3740ae4c9fdaac2625ea2538a
describe
'590946' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKB' 'sip-files00028.jp2'
d2e51151ddfe9eadc6b6aab05d7d5f60
d22493dd1935856279dc1fb4645654ec449100c7
describe
'88051' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKC' 'sip-files00028.jpg'
289b91d0f60867041b96a63fc25df1c2
0aa2a20f6d8ebac660b6ac9b39fec863bf2371be
describe
'33388' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKD' 'sip-files00028.pro'
bc4edfca368f41887c6f1dd41fd48332
35bbf31904df30b49dabb0fd42d120649fb64415
'2011-11-07T12:37:58-05:00'
describe
'25051' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKE' 'sip-files00028.QC.jpg'
218b0b7588069fe13817b66e2aa4bf4e
74448892291f4f8988071dbdcc72f400cc4dd0d1
'2011-11-07T12:38:02-05:00'
describe
'4745076' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKF' 'sip-files00028.tif'
f1a8157462954a16dde9b37937616134
ede3d9789b55c26a89a797db9ddbf04112fdb16c
describe
'1381' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKG' 'sip-files00028.txt'
30cce0c022506eecd0d50f752e27c43d
79d7dd1ef6a782831d4896a366ebcfa5df754fa3
'2011-11-07T12:36:15-05:00'
describe
'6723' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKH' 'sip-files00028thm.jpg'
946fa3fe2ac000ba7bb89839376fc4fb
26363cefd468eb8aa88197a25a62a59d6cbc0288
'2011-11-07T12:35:48-05:00'
describe
'591010' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKI' 'sip-files00029.jp2'
a5340b9d5fefaba26781ddf9342ace45
a90dda67bcd4bba1e5d878b82b1a89d6dfe63616
'2011-11-07T12:36:57-05:00'
describe
'78696' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKJ' 'sip-files00029.jpg'
7e89aa5b09d295a55041dca15614bf8a
3709887686111793d25d4435621c2e232c5eee8a
describe
'19404' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKK' 'sip-files00029.QC.jpg'
7bedc595f2bdf99a51896a8239b91157
65ac6a38ae781f7248558133a6373b1b151f90a9
'2011-11-07T12:37:42-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKL' 'sip-files00029.tif'
b4526f66a21bb07f71f255b9269d0584
69a01df85794e37b0d6e1142834f9ee3561647a9
'2011-11-07T12:36:05-05:00'
describe
'5801' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKM' 'sip-files00029thm.jpg'
72e16f1c343fa4d45049fe9c31887210
37de2de5d82e8d287ef9d30d0e9f5ae372dfbb20
'2011-11-07T12:37:17-05:00'
describe
'590976' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKN' 'sip-files00031.jp2'
4c0bde5f221c4c9fb5c0d3a232771a81
42ef817a250dca8e7f83166aa8a65ed08566f517
describe
'101801' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKO' 'sip-files00031.jpg'
ecd5fdbdc71290d27a2767db6f11c719
a2c975a2d7ed103a66b54c196e11cbb029d2c33f
describe
'42018' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKP' 'sip-files00031.pro'
3278c5e40cb427ee7dec8d1a3def9fcc
5895eb7adb56a6b246299ad72682c5a1ebc03ebe
describe
'30177' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKQ' 'sip-files00031.QC.jpg'
eecea618375bdd052aada8a168a1fa6f
0f7e1863aea8554107870b6e4b6a46f5b92b3d12
'2011-11-07T12:37:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKR' 'sip-files00031.tif'
aa0ee6ad448c0eb9c721307c3a2b731f
3548da8162aea21b0a682b2984c50a5c9e7907a5
describe
'1674' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKS' 'sip-files00031.txt'
945da884ff507c86831788a164845ec1
ab0d843bcee433152c6119742325cedd21ac2635
'2011-11-07T12:36:10-05:00'
describe
'7654' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKT' 'sip-files00031thm.jpg'
e9f1b90292d26f89a12d2e335f43c750
94555dbbe88ad762d0f5e0a78d11d4dbdb69ea3a
describe
'590958' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKU' 'sip-files00032.jp2'
a31c94709de10dfe138e35637079eb46
1a40a28e3769b6415c4c32bed322e9c44f60ae1d
describe
'64311' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKV' 'sip-files00032.jpg'
81976699962f725375a010768b0f445c
c0802a82bcd9efa1c43f7345649ec460919bec54
'2011-11-07T12:35:44-05:00'
describe
'26106' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKW' 'sip-files00032.pro'
092288a161775d7638f21ddc8ef0de1b
a8db37bc386aa3a5ba44577ff50a0236eab296c2
describe
'18993' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKX' 'sip-files00032.QC.jpg'
98e14aeb7a2055395c13acbb30172619
d974da68b147e2746733d6c6f2f8ef2247169f19
'2011-11-07T12:36:30-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKY' 'sip-files00032.tif'
63748f27e4da1e831a18278b54ec5c3b
1f90f215088f535b47fc52f7c16fa67a8a945821
describe
'1036' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARKZ' 'sip-files00032.txt'
f49d24e68026f0a3193504e338c21bb6
9e56d4bd3f1531b5ff10b8e66960e4439548f59a
'2011-11-07T12:37:09-05:00'
describe
'4520' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLA' 'sip-files00032thm.jpg'
2c695359e0576289ba4c708fd5ed53cd
166f070dee1ff35d4d961f11a1e341a92d3c121a
describe
'590767' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLB' 'sip-files00033.jp2'
8713e604285941eae63abd2542f5a4b8
c80cb369b7c87dbbef7d4b34d563828ee3ca7f80
'2011-11-07T12:36:06-05:00'
describe
'79828' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLC' 'sip-files00033.jpg'
6db8b946820f287eb2478775aace2b65
2bba7546657e176f73b485647029f2f4fe341621
'2011-11-07T12:36:20-05:00'
describe
'34850' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLD' 'sip-files00033.pro'
71d14ba93a9552c54ffb72ae9d786755
bef49993f61ee3061424ae1bbbee22e3b9a2a5f4
describe
'23611' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLE' 'sip-files00033.QC.jpg'
48a562036bdb3f9c6e13b7ee2fdaec7d
fd6ef8f82674f701e38e3fb89aa83214b26fdf0e
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLF' 'sip-files00033.tif'
f08a7aa3419053187933c881714efa25
b58751b882366fa53b93a2fb0277ec98380e2223
describe
'1422' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLG' 'sip-files00033.txt'
18d50c0b7b7d704f8133d1888ed2ef1c
8467be5d6ba51b2b96d218f6d4ba2031e81a7cd1
describe
'5575' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLH' 'sip-files00033thm.jpg'
5398956d3463a67f6e700b54adb9cc96
23a19447b9691c567f3d5faead98b10e47e5c4a8
'2011-11-07T12:36:00-05:00'
describe
'590908' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLI' 'sip-files00034.jp2'
e21359b96031ff97a39a677982268ea4
6c38273ad900438c30a15e18bd784e2e8c2bde6d
describe
'93116' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLJ' 'sip-files00034.jpg'
077f41c8005b1ae975e8735b33db627e
6247ec1ac9c57b0f34246b41657b360457d297df
'2011-11-07T12:36:28-05:00'
describe
'42190' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLK' 'sip-files00034.pro'
71e23240992abf9eaffb8a1937b4dbb2
bf3f502ad1712c17e857e369df5a365972456c33
describe
'27022' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLL' 'sip-files00034.QC.jpg'
001c8100b34680b92f7eabe8dfc45221
a508302cc105ea41bdf621f33311d8d6c08cd6e9
'2011-11-07T12:35:43-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLM' 'sip-files00034.tif'
45e27c5debe356115929d846a149f0d9
0118cb8ea40c8a83afb06644000d16df00ece85c
'2011-11-07T12:36:19-05:00'
describe
'1725' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLN' 'sip-files00034.txt'
bb4137f6de69aa999cd2251dc13ae6cb
b9d8fd7ee2f9d4a332fa41035828acfbe6e8d533
'2011-11-07T12:37:28-05:00'
describe
'6214' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLO' 'sip-files00034thm.jpg'
14c481fd663696251a856b0f94bcc4f4
97e64d3764ac7f74ad9af7b105caa0ceab1cfda0
describe
'591202' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLP' 'sip-files00035.jp2'
d76a3175952e0674125a255cc170ea4b
122ad02f2958e1105a31492dd13077b42ce76653
describe
'80207' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLQ' 'sip-files00035.jpg'
577be769a2a936d8bdf1ac5c3afa8b49
cb7b4a868f663f7655e723ef29416441792f753c
describe
'36720' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLR' 'sip-files00035.pro'
126efe7444584cbb31756a0c6d66f0f6
1922acf996630d60d88a2fff4eb7cef5bea92756
describe
'23465' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLS' 'sip-files00035.QC.jpg'
d73562792202906cf7414fdcc786de17
2c4ee55b10c828a89b90cffc5b3e45257a9c92c9
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLT' 'sip-files00035.tif'
59bf52b91b794611c687089300c91640
601163dc02d05363c82ace3e76a04c7d5b78fc60
describe
'1537' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLU' 'sip-files00035.txt'
4e57c21b55099b6c938b3a0ceecb83d4
feea41ee714f2e2b247aae8736526c4138b4b77d
describe
'5591' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLV' 'sip-files00035thm.jpg'
d857ad4536f0558bd5062813ed5c6699
0459c4872e5586147de16ab346242dcc14b1ef2d
describe
'590945' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLW' 'sip-files00036.jp2'
0e8b76c4ab301db13b7a3ca5e1528ea1
5765bdba00a03ef4c114db9f41c47673370f14fd
describe
'107092' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLX' 'sip-files00036.jpg'
d48d6aaf448e651a4983c2bae3e14f44
156ad2cefb99f23dfb8f805dae7755cb6b554141
describe
'42325' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLY' 'sip-files00036.pro'
840f57d7b862e9dbeca596ac02d07335
50fcb18b773ce27b869a4e79a7d3465af3263559
'2011-11-07T12:36:17-05:00'
describe
'31391' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARLZ' 'sip-files00036.QC.jpg'
5f3adab10cefe1273c9f5446cabd7c8a
a557b0745b63f09603143a9a52e9f82132c9de90
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMA' 'sip-files00036.tif'
b0b0182076b950b47f17a961167575f8
0578e5140ab03b895fbe46d599a16c71e06ac99c
describe
'1679' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMB' 'sip-files00036.txt'
1a3e791cc073f3f25764a1b45121c031
4cbefae759670d4431c13a7bbfc1be2662d86e7b
describe
'7942' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMC' 'sip-files00036thm.jpg'
232e21d69d55e2ee4ffda28c83b0de32
439ebb7dee4dbe2bbe98684595eda6f5f4215249
describe
'590860' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMD' 'sip-files00037.jp2'
dfefeedf0b026297d6e8af1b7a6d0b05
6cc8ccc6da9bc58823bd114908957a41520d0eac
describe
'76883' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARME' 'sip-files00037.jpg'
283730c32283cae0698f4604cb85d230
a47146df8dfc04f0addcdb7bdbeca664b12dbe4a
'2011-11-07T12:37:32-05:00'
describe
'19041' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMF' 'sip-files00037.QC.jpg'
71c85eed97f3430537677eb66a79cc97
87fdc7d768d0bc358e427e7e09727abd30efa407
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMG' 'sip-files00037.tif'
4b5e171aeebea9be08f34a092dff524e
6d98be8b49d30e700f5f85e1e4d1ef96fb224684
'2011-11-07T12:37:14-05:00'
describe
'5461' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMH' 'sip-files00037thm.jpg'
0663e96c07c3e9297441a46953ed592d
212f56b098d50c9e2c7ac319351071c1ad36c2c2
describe
'590963' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMI' 'sip-files00039.jp2'
7dd1a710a3bcbd6a104f660fc1dd03a6
991986928dbadbe755e333b199d26e77958fbfcd
describe
'96140' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMJ' 'sip-files00039.jpg'
a0b7881943e592234c532f2bf7de0c17
8ef481307136e74844afcafaaea4b8ebc162275c
describe
'42741' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMK' 'sip-files00039.pro'
34cf256b6ced24b81562c773d907ba1a
72204f4688cb3722accf72f7925752e5b23309ee
describe
'28418' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARML' 'sip-files00039.QC.jpg'
a435c5f8785d9ad9c01fe031e6c6dbd8
3f62f637095258572df1953d18c47e52ae085ab1
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMM' 'sip-files00039.tif'
f0622d2ec12baf861974ca224092ebdf
d814316d0bd1e95d852075d7fdacb446e0921f18
describe
'1684' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMN' 'sip-files00039.txt'
45b24b1453399b8fa09f8a9c9fa47fb2
5a8ba9c80388c79a9d5a5c955d98b3b92541bb81
'2011-11-07T12:37:30-05:00'
describe
'6475' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMO' 'sip-files00039thm.jpg'
9fb816f1977b715609e6ced15c147242
2ceb0e1294f66defda3dfb6a4de53d373d8ee4e3
describe
'590804' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMP' 'sip-files00040.jp2'
1ffd26168ad6af45e0befb5d9e67aea7
1c788963189f5647b625d8d06c343e2ff684ae37
'2011-11-07T12:37:31-05:00'
describe
'38923' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMQ' 'sip-files00040.jpg'
965427db6d961279bfd6fd7973e3660f
52531946f6f237d6951cfefcc719beb938e49e7f
describe
'14823' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMR' 'sip-files00040.pro'
4fb845c7a4558f03bde2a114957b061b
d9b8b65778db95b88e5ed9ea783890df67eecfd0
describe
'10761' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMS' 'sip-files00040.QC.jpg'
88e656904ef89542676df6ab40d7de84
a0a39824ec9c0a56e61954044cdfd40cf0c34d91
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMT' 'sip-files00040.tif'
925a4d9c4de41b2581a2f61eead361cc
153a7d278cfe193ad59f958b986ed965f6b5a1e7
describe
'600' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMU' 'sip-files00040.txt'
510f97976116e00e5193b827ad01c4e4
3e5881a42588ba189cef079f05a6dc28f4e36731
describe
'2807' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMV' 'sip-files00040thm.jpg'
32be442ead8bfa7a0e1165acfe19bde7
fcb0dfda36032f210605901634477c3abd261b76
describe
'590986' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMW' 'sip-files00041.jp2'
7910e9a0d5adb6371f640bea18d02bd2
d2da917342b986db84418f12fd8d4cc8db966fe5
describe
'73977' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMX' 'sip-files00041.jpg'
df73a6aa2148078a0de7d900c1bd077f
eeb359ff57166e9ec331e5f37397e609dfdd3b2d
describe
'32731' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMY' 'sip-files00041.pro'
b36b6993b96ad8cc153c43f66c428943
298fb0811268382153ac983d20b3d9baca464c2e
'2011-11-07T12:37:53-05:00'
describe
'21626' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARMZ' 'sip-files00041.QC.jpg'
60ef832042a93206275b17ffb0c18add
7d06cff4ee7658267a5298765fd3fe4c797022d1
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNA' 'sip-files00041.tif'
6c1607704e00b575ad96d63f526b7ad3
7764bc435312998a21b1d041ff0e8568be993619
describe
'1344' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNB' 'sip-files00041.txt'
8543e06aa2fa90b35038b9603ab65411
41108447bfbefcef86aea8c598c2bbf2ebcc0192
describe
'4980' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNC' 'sip-files00041thm.jpg'
5c222156ae7df8b96060c2762bbb260a
594a9eaaa445e3e04265467c82cc74139743118c
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARND' 'sip-files00042.jp2'
5b4943c6d4ede1c878f1b27893d80ad9
d5efca8d37a2ec76b5d6bf623886c38c3affce1e
describe
'100588' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNE' 'sip-files00042.jpg'
5de29696cab2b78e4251a2a64aa00016
89fe570e3366751308e54752ed4f16cd5b2cfaf6
describe
'45522' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNF' 'sip-files00042.pro'
8c83a06b6768a095368ce116ee1b2bdc
238af19f34afa340ddad5d2fb7c824019acb9958
describe
'29937' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNG' 'sip-files00042.QC.jpg'
6a2888e93b0572ff5451368f0a9678f2
f9d12dbba66e58b820cf7b509141b7960e2bba92
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNH' 'sip-files00042.tif'
494edb131edb3af997a0a529dd49f9fd
7e8bd4f98cd860f1a89a7811ce910f645a613a28
'2011-11-07T12:37:43-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNI' 'sip-files00042.txt'
57a2ee4a5e46569570c9a89792d1e1d2
8027f35ecc30930ad99c470d0bb6d0a7dde7bbc1
describe
'6713' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNJ' 'sip-files00042thm.jpg'
b99b3ace575aed62ee111819d0ff8610
2926ffd194aaf7fbad8f61ac69d4436697644811
describe
'590952' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNK' 'sip-files00043.jp2'
f3d4f8dee58305667566f2f67eed0f12
a5978b3ab4ecf0bc20d4df4ce7fb1b6b7cb2d309
describe
'91720' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNL' 'sip-files00043.jpg'
12364ba08b9e768c4eeda93824b61d5c
3227af7f0890bf924d07a2bf95254c9ec522eb31
'2011-11-07T12:36:14-05:00'
describe
'40613' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNM' 'sip-files00043.pro'
8142138f18ca3221f405a38b3ae91818
fdc442900bbb734a93bc92fd9d1f4d782a1ece75
'2011-11-07T12:36:59-05:00'
describe
'26383' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNN' 'sip-files00043.QC.jpg'
1db743914d1efb9ede41339c7259e4ca
d538a260b2c76cf78045150ffb04e7cb14888c08
'2011-11-07T12:36:41-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNO' 'sip-files00043.tif'
678a332ef9a6a695e65ede30379a04df
4861a7bf800637e7205d43512c5e7c308c0300e1
describe
'1610' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNP' 'sip-files00043.txt'
8429c6ee6723cdc7c54cf0196d18efd0
cd6e3fec5fcd828fae3f16b43fa0bf30e7c21d87
describe
'6427' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNQ' 'sip-files00043thm.jpg'
e513e3ffa0e84749f649d62a81bb0a4f
1d9dec952e320131fdf5fed14ba51f70725da0be
describe
'591214' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNR' 'sip-files00044.jp2'
03904c5de60582e7ae5296afff4bbab9
6abbd29d1ab66b0c1a14155885b8cdc12a9d20ba
'2011-11-07T12:38:07-05:00'
describe
'104912' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNS' 'sip-files00044.jpg'
c0515f91bb6c5acb10c9160f025aeeb4
7cba5118cbb6758a11ffdebd375a1de420293b2c
describe
'42863' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNT' 'sip-files00044.pro'
96209ce52b564c3f272366973fa0c8ea
935782c8dacc2af8baa49b464d28b18f5cbd61da
'2011-11-07T12:37:35-05:00'
describe
'30977' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNU' 'sip-files00044.QC.jpg'
98eb2bca7d085e543573609d38aac0dd
4ee6f438abdc97d87c3bdb19fe323292f418d4f7
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNV' 'sip-files00044.tif'
c50355a50d14d455e582cd8f21a1de0b
5e8ff38dd76085d66f1f4139dcfaf3aaa0158bea
describe
'1704' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNW' 'sip-files00044.txt'
b4ce53e23709c1a044325f464606defe
ef8832250b9b4237c8907b03bcf0c5344d88481b
describe
'7844' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNX' 'sip-files00044thm.jpg'
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e346bfe47e2b2d3e24e2dac526c32bb433b36b39
describe
'590914' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNY' 'sip-files00045.jp2'
c3d87c88c56d7cbf3ad47c66d447c026
3b749aaae1bc229743e1f592c466f3103cd76640
'2011-11-07T12:37:10-05:00'
describe
'98432' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARNZ' 'sip-files00045.jpg'
3e05cb6efd54a22174b938197199ab36
c9921b3063bbbf938c9c8bf0d365e8db451dcb94
describe
'24098' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROA' 'sip-files00045.QC.jpg'
4f3faff4cc52fdd95266527d2413f9dc
ebccbfb182ec07ca3d2a65aa411d77d236cc1525
'2011-11-07T12:36:13-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROB' 'sip-files00045.tif'
6b2f3858b9c5e374952fd7fee27c1290
61be850f17b72efcc917a000f323182c80f909d4
describe
'7179' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROC' 'sip-files00045thm.jpg'
9361169846133153475c7be0f086f15c
ab9fd81309a7434ff454cc65e8bfb9851533faac
describe
'590736' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROD' 'sip-files00047.jp2'
f74235b294c110c6bc0e9dbdaeacfeb6
7759e953a81e57c5b98db7743cce447770858428
'2011-11-07T12:38:06-05:00'
describe
'100136' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROE' 'sip-files00047.jpg'
777e326d601bb6ab7c2708d8214fde10
d9385191f2f6da74357705077e2686217c6b0083
describe
'41047' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROF' 'sip-files00047.pro'
ca09b3e829fbc208667cd9f5be44e08c
cf811abef2de26a1cd392f5b2c806035f9eecdd4
'2011-11-07T12:37:47-05:00'
describe
'29280' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROG' 'sip-files00047.QC.jpg'
fa80f9da9f855d466605448565ed2df0
d8e2dd3fcf7d0cba558941c799ff5d173c7bc704
'2011-11-07T12:36:26-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROH' 'sip-files00047.tif'
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9e35da9f9e0fa441e9a45004bb3edd6cb84fb53b
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROI' 'sip-files00047.txt'
3e1c85034ce65331e4405b6c3f5fbb42
69960e059f3da4f2dc454531d810ff44b91d0bbc
'2011-11-07T12:35:45-05:00'
describe
'7722' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROJ' 'sip-files00047thm.jpg'
1bc76c19e9b49b60f594aad7e090e4cf
d823ecd8743d71dcbd476c4770f544fb4d27a286
describe
'590978' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROK' 'sip-files00048.jp2'
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debbefd4fce25e89a731ce0784dcab760532d544
describe
'73900' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROL' 'sip-files00048.jpg'
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1eeb4eada26de4cc169cec1871b5083c41694444
describe
'30438' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROM' 'sip-files00048.pro'
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a104b5ebe040259c7759bffb1306329061ea0544
describe
'21014' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARON' 'sip-files00048.QC.jpg'
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dc0892baae8c17204cbd648b7036ae4d5914bcf7
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROO' 'sip-files00048.tif'
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eed6a24ad6490f5b9ae5ddd9bda8c0a5b45b0412
describe
'1196' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROP' 'sip-files00048.txt'
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describe
'4910' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROQ' 'sip-files00048thm.jpg'
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describe
'590663' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROR' 'sip-files00049.jp2'
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4c8bdc5ec7b1fa86c402e564cbdd9d7bec6d0fcf
'2011-11-07T12:36:48-05:00'
describe
'72961' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROS' 'sip-files00049.jpg'
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2a160fa405f25289c1f18111296adb95f4baf0d1
describe
'32421' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROT' 'sip-files00049.pro'
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describe
'21476' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROU' 'sip-files00049.QC.jpg'
a2cdd6bdb4c8c1ef91c4ea0444fd30f1
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'2011-11-07T12:35:59-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROV' 'sip-files00049.tif'
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describe
'1329' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROW' 'sip-files00049.txt'
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describe
'4861' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROX' 'sip-files00049thm.jpg'
7f89fb4ed8a88e3e5c448eae77b7d3b5
35549e1a73c591d4550a09d3c2da53d269f4959b
describe
'590971' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROY' 'sip-files00050.jp2'
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describe
'93036' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAAROZ' 'sip-files00050.jpg'
d5f4dcb39045763f11a38ff09155fee3
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPA' 'sip-files00050.pro'
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describe
'27178' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPB' 'sip-files00050.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPC' 'sip-files00050.tif'
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describe
'1646' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPD' 'sip-files00050.txt'
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90822c6fc2d8ed0d4592204ba3f7dc9f2c0d8009
'2011-11-07T12:36:51-05:00'
describe
'6503' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPE' 'sip-files00050thm.jpg'
7769337631b1cf2f9e783a904b824a1e
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describe
'590980' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPF' 'sip-files00051.jp2'
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describe
'93089' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPG' 'sip-files00051.jpg'
910e8f51f1bb3a8ff64ba803ce771146
87cbb8efda1d49d782a61613367d0a5be9360bf5
'2011-11-07T12:36:39-05:00'
describe
'43132' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPH' 'sip-files00051.pro'
aa204d960dc5cb05239806bdd788674e
43941256de1c4639b024cea1b14d72393c18149c
describe
'27797' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPI' 'sip-files00051.QC.jpg'
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91d5210d732a0a76cfd0600878bfea30ba857219
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPJ' 'sip-files00051.tif'
83b030d3cdb0c801dfb54c4245a5cf4d
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPK' 'sip-files00051.txt'
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describe
'6394' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPL' 'sip-files00051thm.jpg'
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describe
'590965' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPM' 'sip-files00052.jp2'
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152d2443f61ec01511800fe1899751f7f0c89f7f
describe
'95027' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPN' 'sip-files00052.jpg'
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describe
'42612' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPO' 'sip-files00052.pro'
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describe
'28311' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPP' 'sip-files00052.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPQ' 'sip-files00052.tif'
bf8aee665eb3e463a1352408dd815b48
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describe
'1680' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPR' 'sip-files00052.txt'
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describe
'6404' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPS' 'sip-files00052thm.jpg'
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61e7328d950f548f59a8b9ed15605375d3e708f8
describe
'590957' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPT' 'sip-files00053.jp2'
fdcd769f7d9c89470d3217cba789bf64
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describe
'93658' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPU' 'sip-files00053.jpg'
dcb04c25932a33b1cd9d85e064170aba
4bba6a413ed5710d33366f1d1787ad7587e360b8
'2011-11-07T12:37:46-05:00'
describe
'43445' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPV' 'sip-files00053.pro'
254628f1aa6db2e15ee02ab927b469d5
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describe
'26895' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPW' 'sip-files00053.QC.jpg'
8dfe4fae0106daccbccdbf43449056b0
2db2947303f720a88f6445c15b5c1c15c1e0096f
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPX' 'sip-files00053.tif'
32daf1549d8d832f05b98182aab7a06e
ebde7fe20379744bc9697e0f3a6ab1ea67b4052b
'2011-11-07T12:38:05-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPY' 'sip-files00053.txt'
c9ff42bd3a77640f74bea0f966bd689e
d45f772403b5bec39788cc41441c494104f60df3
describe
'6054' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARPZ' 'sip-files00053thm.jpg'
a3bc5eddfb862e371837db93d7c12168
a1f3bbe937cb136b3d3d15d499a2c867cb6d71b2
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQA' 'sip-files00054.jp2'
b24dc04698aefe887d7b05f260039c3a
b649b87abcaeae206a0112c58b9248c7cc73dbb4
describe
'33890' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQB' 'sip-files00054.jpg'
a0d5e20427981ee2e837c684eca218f4
18f7979e51b85407c424536556dcbe95d964a3a9
describe
'11607' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQC' 'sip-files00054.pro'
266eaa9ed602e1a9d0fe53f7fc953b62
de0b798a6ddb059ef90bb90216a860f57785df36
describe
'9803' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQD' 'sip-files00054.QC.jpg'
48fc932ab2e8541a338add91d9c374bb
338c2d4b4d78b4624c2cfaed207210edbaae7713
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQE' 'sip-files00054.tif'
881a917a79814d28294b34c4ba74e16e
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describe
'473' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQF' 'sip-files00054.txt'
0c7df0c77b3a3b1e3ae15cefdc84925c
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describe
'2553' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQG' 'sip-files00054thm.jpg'
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describe
'590970' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQH' 'sip-files00055.jp2'
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describe
'76063' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQI' 'sip-files00055.jpg'
b4c2965c0c431899f4491b7209d84c98
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describe
'33088' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQJ' 'sip-files00055.pro'
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describe
'22227' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQK' 'sip-files00055.QC.jpg'
737f1b47daf288f9d0c30531f592c76d
71b8e6fa2ab98c4e5f11b6da0c76cb76d69b8a67
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQL' 'sip-files00055.tif'
2c48fd83bc829d4848aff736064c2eeb
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describe
'1366' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQM' 'sip-files00055.txt'
468176bbfe1bc6e39f1a3178ab2a94fa
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describe
'5131' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQN' 'sip-files00055thm.jpg'
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describe
'591175' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQO' 'sip-files00056.jp2'
0d2215277316029301981f1db8070fa0
841d3dc9c6d72bcd1013704087fd1dbeafec05ed
describe
'108912' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQP' 'sip-files00056.jpg'
d8bbb0e28624af95263e64a6abd56d7c
ed1de19df4d6e72395fa5a7b25ebd26f6018e5c0
describe
'43469' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQQ' 'sip-files00056.pro'
e62f8482e107385937c133e402561ce0
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describe
'31151' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQR' 'sip-files00056.QC.jpg'
d05f66dcb7e6555b08c279807c809061
b01b757b1eebf8397864c9cc45f17e0ce0155c9d
'2011-11-07T12:36:29-05:00'
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQS' 'sip-files00056.tif'
2f3e89c779999f61ecb62f97ba653592
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describe
'1711' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQT' 'sip-files00056.txt'
771baaf7ea4f0ff8a3d3719befb86c96
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describe
'7830' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQU' 'sip-files00056thm.jpg'
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describe
'590589' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQV' 'sip-files00057.jp2'
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describe
'91426' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQW' 'sip-files00057.jpg'
368fd3e27f900a2a82d369e297b0d29c
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describe
'24145' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQX' 'sip-files00057.QC.jpg'
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71075649d77813a6f7f93bf1286dd2a2dd64b0b9
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQY' 'sip-files00057.tif'
bce1b7e5acfab63234533a252e1bde7e
6af20ccdcfe18f6561bb530c8c3921b00e7bb1b0
'2011-11-07T12:36:31-05:00'
describe
'7218' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARQZ' 'sip-files00057thm.jpg'
b3beb3bc3f387f6c1917f293e2738497
fed19f08251bb00ac7fddf25bc0feb4ce03a1ec5
describe
'591207' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRA' 'sip-files00059.jp2'
82fa22eff2cb91314675fccd611d5524
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describe
'99225' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRB' 'sip-files00059.jpg'
d2e9eccd5beeb534b7cb85c49a04b69d
f5a67e005fc75d4a08186aaee65070f3d21a8d7d
'2011-11-07T12:37:11-05:00'
describe
'46632' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRC' 'sip-files00059.pro'
6ccaca9cc695c543a777a91d009d2386
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describe
'29290' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRD' 'sip-files00059.QC.jpg'
39a775161c4f0f5385e5adf383e34f9c
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRE' 'sip-files00059.tif'
7b0e163c1063786729ff0bee02d5243c
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describe
'1831' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRF' 'sip-files00059.txt'
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describe
'6361' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRG' 'sip-files00059thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRH' 'sip-files00060.jp2'
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describe
'89122' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRI' 'sip-files00060.jpg'
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describe
'38918' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRJ' 'sip-files00060.pro'
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describe
'26292' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRK' 'sip-files00060.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRL' 'sip-files00060.tif'
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265ddd9d17b4674f699da6580150100d2998f9f6
'2011-11-07T12:37:33-05:00'
describe
'1556' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRM' 'sip-files00060.txt'
86221a65b0f2f844b663bc9a9ba6f2c6
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describe
'6604' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRN' 'sip-files00060thm.jpg'
213ddc343bc8005c49221cf6d8743cb1
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describe
'590985' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRO' 'sip-files00061.jp2'
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describe
'96331' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRP' 'sip-files00061.jpg'
b11c0123facfe0cb10e994c3a84cc4da
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describe
'44553' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRQ' 'sip-files00061.pro'
fd5480840c7bbc0240e4a031b0e57af5
37143795be00b7ee7e014c05689fbac0d75507f4
describe
'28021' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRR' 'sip-files00061.QC.jpg'
2209f4e7a53730f6cd875bea8b882219
8fee19d268077e029bb7f35135ff213bed6915e2
describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRS' 'sip-files00061.tif'
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describe
'1759' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRT' 'sip-files00061.txt'
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describe
'6544' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRU' 'sip-files00061thm.jpg'
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describe
'590869' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRV' 'sip-files00062.jp2'
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describe
'98611' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRW' 'sip-files00062.jpg'
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describe
'44949' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRX' 'sip-files00062.pro'
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describe
'28903' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRY' 'sip-files00062.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARRZ' 'sip-files00062.tif'
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describe
'1768' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSA' 'sip-files00062.txt'
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describe
'6677' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSB' 'sip-files00062thm.jpg'
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describe
'590977' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSC' 'sip-files00063.jp2'
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describe
'99829' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSD' 'sip-files00063.jpg'
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describe
'45736' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSE' 'sip-files00063.pro'
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describe
'28512' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSF' 'sip-files00063.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSG' 'sip-files00063.tif'
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describe
'1785' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSH' 'sip-files00063.txt'
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describe
'6159' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSI' 'sip-files00063thm.jpg'
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describe
'590920' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSJ' 'sip-files00064.jp2'
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describe
'68392' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSK' 'sip-files00064.jpg'
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describe
'28753' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSL' 'sip-files00064.pro'
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describe
'20315' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSM' 'sip-files00064.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSN' 'sip-files00064.tif'
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describe
'1213' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSO' 'sip-files00064.txt'
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describe
'4863' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSP' 'sip-files00064thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSQ' 'sip-files00065.jp2'
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describe
'87537' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSR' 'sip-files00065.jpg'
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describe
'40206' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSS' 'sip-files00065.pro'
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describe
'25982' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARST' 'sip-files00065.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSU' 'sip-files00065.tif'
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describe
'1594' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSV' 'sip-files00065.txt'
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describe
'6225' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSW' 'sip-files00065thm.jpg'
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describe
'590923' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSX' 'sip-files00066.jp2'
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describe
'108703' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSY' 'sip-files00066.jpg'
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describe
'43270' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARSZ' 'sip-files00066.pro'
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describe
'31394' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTA' 'sip-files00066.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTB' 'sip-files00066.tif'
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describe
'1708' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTC' 'sip-files00066.txt'
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describe
'8065' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTD' 'sip-files00066thm.jpg'
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describe
'590832' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTE' 'sip-files00067.jp2'
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describe
'106212' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTF' 'sip-files00067.jpg'
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describe
'28197' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTG' 'sip-files00067.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTH' 'sip-files00067.tif'
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describe
'7537' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTI' 'sip-files00067thm.jpg'
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describe
'590897' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTJ' 'sip-files00069.jp2'
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describe
'93896' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTK' 'sip-files00069.jpg'
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describe
'43329' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTL' 'sip-files00069.pro'
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describe
'27395' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTM' 'sip-files00069.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTN' 'sip-files00069.tif'
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describe
'1720' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTO' 'sip-files00069.txt'
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describe
'6495' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTP' 'sip-files00069thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTQ' 'sip-files00070.jp2'
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describe
'97774' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTR' 'sip-files00070.jpg'
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describe
'43625' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTS' 'sip-files00070.pro'
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describe
'28963' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTT' 'sip-files00070.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTU' 'sip-files00070.tif'
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describe
'1723' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTV' 'sip-files00070.txt'
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describe
'6518' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTW' 'sip-files00070thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTX' 'sip-files00071.jp2'
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describe
'95938' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTY' 'sip-files00071.jpg'
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describe
'43221' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARTZ' 'sip-files00071.pro'
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describe
'27548' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUA' 'sip-files00071.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUB' 'sip-files00071.tif'
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describe
'1718' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUC' 'sip-files00071.txt'
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describe
'6363' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUD' 'sip-files00071thm.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUE' 'sip-files00072.jp2'
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describe
'27807' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUF' 'sip-files00072.jpg'
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describe
'9090' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUG' 'sip-files00072.pro'
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describe
'7501' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUH' 'sip-files00072.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUI' 'sip-files00072.tif'
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describe
'377' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUJ' 'sip-files00072.txt'
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describe
'2234' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUK' 'sip-files00072thm.jpg'
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describe
'590962' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUL' 'sip-files00073.jp2'
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describe
'69991' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUM' 'sip-files00073.jpg'
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describe
'29674' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUN' 'sip-files00073.pro'
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describe
'20653' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUO' 'sip-files00073.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUP' 'sip-files00073.tif'
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describe
'1265' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUQ' 'sip-files00073.txt'
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describe
'4780' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUR' 'sip-files00073thm.jpg'
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describe
'590953' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUS' 'sip-files00074.jp2'
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describe
'100063' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUT' 'sip-files00074.jpg'
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describe
'44716' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUU' 'sip-files00074.pro'
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describe
'29298' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUV' 'sip-files00074.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUW' 'sip-files00074.tif'
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describe
'1770' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUX' 'sip-files00074.txt'
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describe
'6716' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUY' 'sip-files00074thm.jpg'
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describe
'590983' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARUZ' 'sip-files00075.jp2'
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describe
'91746' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVA' 'sip-files00075.jpg'
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describe
'40728' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVB' 'sip-files00075.pro'
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describe
'26987' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVC' 'sip-files00075.QC.jpg'
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describe
'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVD' 'sip-files00075.tif'
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describe
'1609' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVE' 'sip-files00075.txt'
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describe
'6066' 'info:fdaE20080808_AAAAEEfileF20080808_AAARVF' 'sip-files00075thm.jpg'
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describe
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The Baldwin Library



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LITTLE LAD JAMIE

BY

MARY D. BRINE

AUTHOR OF BONNY BONIBEL, LITTLE NEW NEIGHBOR, DAN
MY LITTLE MARGARET, ETC., ETC.

NEW YORK
E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY
31 West TWENTY-THIRD STREET
1895
Copyright, 1895,
By E. P. DUTTON & COMPANY.
CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

PAGE
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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

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“‘You’VE BEEN SUCH A DEAR, KIND GRAN’MA TO ME”............ Rercrie ioe 50



EAA eee) yea alah

CHAPTER I.
JAMIE.

Everysopy loved Jamie. He was the dearest, sunniest little
laddie you ever saw. Happy little round face just full of
dimples, and bright with the shine of his happy blue eyes;
“ooldeny hair”’—as mama called it—all full of waving, soft
tangles which wouldn’t stay brushed into order; a roly-poly
little form, which, to please him, mama dressed in pretty “ sailor-
suit” style (and you can’t guess how brave and manly he felt
when he stepped out of his kilts into the new suits!); and the
merriest, heartiest, most musical boy-laugh that ever made
grown folks laugh too.

Jamie was somewhere between five and six years old, and
although a real little man in ways and feelings, yet not quite
ready to give up the habit of climbing into people’s laps and
snuggling down into the love-nest of caressing arms. He had
plenty of kisses with which to “pay back” the kisses he re-
ceived, and when he was naughty he had the sweetest way of

being sorry for it that can be imagined.
1
2 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

You can guess very easily, after this description of J amie,
how hard it must have been for mama when one day she
found that she would have to take a short journey away
- from home and her dear little laddie, whom she had never left
before.

Jamie was playing being captain of a big steamer when the
maid brought a letter to mama on that morning; and while she
read it, the “captain” walked up and down the deck of his
steamer (which was the large rug in the center of the polished
floor), and shouted all kinds of orders to his invisible crew.
Now and then he made the rug slide along the floor by pushing it
with his feet after an original style of his own; and then he
played there was a great storm at sea, and he pretended he
could hardly keep his balance while walking the deck, and the °
orders to the crew were shouted faster than ever.

Oh, it was great fun for Jamie, and he was just thinkin g that
he would play at falling overboard, and letting mama be the
captain of another ship and pick him up, when he saw her put
her hand up to her eyes and wipe a tear away.

Instantly the “captain” turned into a very small, anxious
boy; and before you could have counted three, Jamie was in
his mother’s lap, pulling her hand from her eyes, and kissing
her in a fast, furious sort of way which seemed to comfort her
greatly.

“What you doin’ it for, mama?” he asked.

“Doing what, Jamie?”

“ Cryin’ in your eyes!” he explained, anxiously.

She laughed and hugged him closely as she replied:

“Just a wee little tear, darling, because this letter tells me I
JAMIE, 3

must go and see a dear old friend who is very sick; and be-
cause, if I go, I shall have to leave my little laddie behind me F
and I don’t want to do it, Jamie—not one bit.”

Jamie’s face grew sober enough then, and he slipped his
arms very tightly about mama’s neck.

“Ain’t goin’ to let you!” he whispered, with a suspicion of
sobs in his voice.

Mama pushed the soft yellow tangles from his forehead, and
looked into the sweet blue eyes of her sturdy little son.

“Suppose mama were sick, and wanted a friend to come
and see her, and that friend’s little boy said, ‘N o, I won’t let
her go!’—wouldn’t you be sorry for poor mama and her being
disappointed ?”

Jamie shook his head “yes.”

“Well, then, think how sorry my friend would be if you
didn’t let me go and see her,” said mama.

“Maybe she wouldn’t be,” Jamie said; “maybe she’s all well
now. Maybe—may—maybhe”—the little voice faltered, and the
round head dropped on mama’s shoulder—“ maybe she—she
wants to see your little boy too!”

Mama smiled to herself, and rocked back and forth with her
boy in her arms, his hands still clinging about her neck as if they
never meant to loosen.

“She’s too sick to see little boys, dear—even so dear and
good and kind-hearted a little boy as my laddie. But shell be
very glad—you can’t think how glad, Jamie—when she knows
my little boy was helpful and brave, and willing to spare mama
for a day or two, and that he didn’t even ery one little tear be-
cause I had to leave him.”
4 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

Jamie pushed his head deeper down on the mother-heart
where he was hiding his tearful eyes.

Mama waited a moment, and as there was no reply from
Jamie, she continued:

“And Iam sure that if J can go and leave my boy of boys
for a while, and not ery for him, because I know he’d be sorry
he made poor mama ery, why, my boy of boys can be as brave
as I, and not make me sorry because he cries. Oh yes, I’m quite
sure of that.”

Jamie’s head lifted itself, and the blue eyes were winking
tears away very rapidly for an instant; then:

“Tf I didn’t love my mama I wouldn’t ery, ’cause I—I
wouldn’t care; but if I care—I’ve jus’ got to ery, ’cause the ery-
feelin’ keeps comin’ in me, an’—an’—”

Well, it was no use struggling any longer; those tears were
bound to come, and come they did; and mama didn’t try to
stop them, because she remembered that her wee laddie, after
all, never cried unless there was something really worth erying
for; and she didn’t blame him for his tears on this, to him, very
trying occasion.

By and by Jamie felt better; and then he sat up in mama’s
lap, and wiped the very last tear away from the blue eyes, and
smiled very bravely as he said:

“Now I’m done eryin’, mama, an’ ’m goin’ to be kind to the
sick lady, an’ low you to go an’ make her feel happy; but I tell
you what, it?s—it’s hard work to be good ’bout it!”

Oh, what a shower of kisses came raining down from the
dear mother-lips on Jamie’s face then !—kisses on his blue eyes,
his white forehead and soft pink cheeks, and on his two rosy
JAMIE. 3

lips, which were “kissing back” with might and main. Then
the little laddie turned into a bold sailor-captain once more, and
the rug steamer proceeded on its voyage over the polished floor.

Meanwhile mama made arrangements for Jamie to stay with
grandma, in grandma’s pretty country home not far away, where
she knew her laddie would be a most welcome little visitor dur-
ing her absence. To be sure, grandma always spoiled him, and
grandpa too, whenever he went there; but the spoiling never
seemed to injure Jamie in any way, and he never took advan-
tage of it, you see, as some little folks are apt to. Grandpa
was off on a long journey now, so that Jamie would be good

company to grandma, and the ‘

‘man of the house,” as mama
explained; and Jamie straightened himself up proudly as he
thought abovt it. Jamie’s papa was not living, and it was the
one great sorrow of his sunny little heart that he could not
reach beyond the clouds and kiss that dear papa good-morning
and good-night, as he used to do only a year or two before my
story begins. But he never got up in the morning without going
straight to the window; and looking up to the sky, he would
throw a kiss from his little lips, and whisper, “ Good-mornin’,
my own dear papa up in heaven!” And before he got into his
wee bed each night it was just the same: the soft kiss was
wafted upward, and “Good-night, dear papa!” softly followed
it. Mama’s eyes were apt to be full of tears at these especial
times, but she never let her laddie know it—oh no indeed! All
he knew was that he had closer “hugs” and gentler kisses from
his precious mother just on those occasions than during other
hours of the day, even though her caresses were always many
and sweet. -
CHAPTER II.
THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.”

WELL, the day came when the parting was to take place.
Mama took her little son to grandma’s house, and after saying
good-by in her own fond way, was driven off to the depot
again. Jamie stood soberly at the window, watching as long as
he could see the carriage, and feeling a dreadful weight on his
little heart as the wheels carried his dear one farther and
farther away.

He couldn’t remember when mama had left him before. He
didn’t feel comfortable at all in his heart or in his mind. He
loved grandma dearly, but she wasn’t precious like mama, he
thought; and there seemed to be a great empty space some-
where and somehow all about him. He couldn’t see the space,
but he felt it—oh, he felt it terribly—and he almost wished
he had “cried a little harder an’ longer, an’ not tried to be so
good bout it, an’ then maybe mama wouldn’t have gone away.
Mh-o-0-0 dear! how queer an’ uncomfor’ble he did feel!”

Grandma came into the room and put her arms around him
presently.

“Cheer up, darling; it’s only for a few days, you know, and
you and I must cheer each other up, you see, because J miss

grandpa, and you miss mama—two big misses together. And
6

THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” f

oh dear me! if I didn’t have you, Jamie, to be a man in the house,
how lonely I should be!”

Jamie stood up straight and tall, and his white sailor-suit
looked very brave, even if its owner’s face did not.

“oSeuse me, gran’ma,” he said, politely; “I jus’ forgot for a
teenty minute that I promised mama I’d smile an’ smile, an’
cheer you up all I could. I jus’ was feelin’ so low down in my
heart, you know, an’ I’most had tears!”

“You darling!” replied grandma, “as if you hadn’t a perfect
right to grieve and be lonely, you precious little laddie! Well,
when the sun comes out in my boy’s heart by and by, will he
come and put a little of it in old grandma’s heart too?”

Jamie nodded eagerly.

“Oh yes indeed, gran’ma! You jus’ wait, an’ you'll see ll
be along soon; I’m goin’ to forget all the lonely feelin’s, yowll
see! I’m the greatest fellow for forgettin’ you ever saw!”

With a twinkle in her eyes grandma left the room, and Jamie
stood quietly there by the window, fighting a small battle all by
himself, and gaining the victory, too, over every big tear that
persisted in coming from his heart to his eyes.

While grandma sat at her sewing a little later, she heard
quick steps coming along the hall; and before she could say
“Jack Robinson” two small arms were about her neck, and a
tight hug nearly took her breath away.

“ello, gram’ma!” exclaimed a little voice in her ear; “ find
my tears if you can! I haven’t got another single one in me,
an’ I’m dreffle glad!”

Grandma looked surprised.

“Why, that’s really so, laddie; I don’t see even the trace of
8 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

one”—examining the blue, serious eyes with great gravity.
“How did you get rid of them so quickly?”

Jamie drew a deep breath.

“ Smiled ’em away, I guess,” he replied. “O gran’ma, let me
tell you, so you can try it when you're cryin’ for gran’pa: there
never was such a nice way to get rid of cry-tears as jus’ to
smile an’ smile an’ keep on smilin’ till you forget—well, ’most
forget—what you were eryiw’ ’bout; an’ then, firs’ thing you
know, you don’t have any tears left, an’ you feel jus’ as good an’
comfor’ble as can be.”

“Why, that’s splendid advice, my little man,” said grandma;
“T shall be sure to take it, of course. Now get your little coat
and let us take a walk to the village.”

You ought to have seen Jamie’s eyes sparkle then! When
he and mama had visited grandma last there had been a walk to
the village—not only once, but several times; and grandma had
always found something in the big store there which was pre-
sented to Jamie as a token of her love for him. He never hinted
for gifts—no indeed! But he wouldn’t have been much like
real little boys—would he ?—if he hadn’t been glad for grandma’s
presents.

So no wonder he got inside of the little coat quickly, and
covered his sunny head with the pretty Scotch cap, and was
ready in a jiffy on this occasion. It was a beautiful spring day,
and the sunbeams were just as lively and thick as they could be.
They got into Jamie’s eyes (maybe they thought they had found
a piece of sky there), and they were breathed into his little heart
with every sweet breath of air, and they frolicked about every
step he took.


THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” 9

Grandma thought, as she looked at him, that there wasn’t
another grandmother in the world who had such a pretty,
sturdy, lovable little sailor-boy for a grandson as she had. She
kept saying, “ Bless him! bless him!” in her heart as he trudged
along beside her; and I firmly believe everything was blessing
him, because he tried so hard to be a good boy, and because he
loved everybody and everything his “dear kind Jesus” sent in
his way. (I have quoted Jamie’s own expression there.)

Well, the village was reached, and the store was close at hand.

“What are we going to the store for, laddie—do you know?”
asked grandma, laughingly.

“Tf you want me to tell honest, I can,” replied he, with a
merry twinkle in his eyes as his gaze met hers; “but if you
want to play guess, V’ll say—let’s see—l’ll say we’re goin’ to buy
somethin’ to ’muse gran’pa with when he comes home.”

“Guess ‘honest,’ then,” said grandma, pulling his ear play-
fully.

The blue eyes sparkled more than ever, and with a little
squeeze of grandma’s hand in advance gratitude, Jamie whis-
pered:

“Were goiw ’eause you love laddie, an’ yowre goin’ to show
it the way you always do, you darliw’ gran’ma! ”

Well, when they entered the store it did seem to Jamie as
though a whole world of toys had been emptied right there—all
sorts and kinds, and at all prices, too, and every one of them
just what a boy or girl would seem to want most.

But the thing which caught Jamie’s gaze first, and held it
longest, was a fine big ship, with flowing white sail and spars,
and a beautiful deck for promenading, too.
10 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

Grandma was watching her boy, and she smiled to see how
eagerly he looked at the ship, as if there were not another thing
in the store worth looking at.

But of course he didn’t say so—he was too well bred a boy to
be hinting about what he would like when he was going to have
a present; so when presently grandma asked, “ Well, laddie,
what shall I choose for you?” he replied, “ Anything you like,
gran’ma; [ll be sure to like it.”

“Very well; we'll look around and see what there is,” said
grandma.

And Jamie did so, although his eyes kept turning, in spite
of him, in the direction of that beautiful ship; and presently he
saw the salesman lift it from the shelf and wrap it up carefully
for some purchaser. A tiny feeling of disappointment crept
into Jamie’s heart; but he felt glad for the little unknown boy
who was going to have it, and he went over to grandma—who
was looking at some magazines—and pulling her down so that
his lips would reach her ear, he whispered:

“Say, gran’ma, there’s goin’ to be a dreffle lucky little boy
in this village to-day somewhere, ’eause somebody’s been buyin’
him that splendid ship that was over there. I saw it when we
came in, an’ oh, it was the splendidest ship you ever saw! I
wonder whether the little boy’ll like playin’ ‘captain’ as I do?”

Grandma smiled.

“Oh yes, I’m sure he will,” said she. “ He’s right here in this
store; and as I know him J’ll introduce you to him, and you
can ask him all about it. Maybe he'll let you play with his ship
sometimes, if you ask him.” :

Jamie looked delighted.
THE ‘‘GOOD-BY.” afl:

“Oh, Dll ask him fast ’nough, grandma!” he said. ‘“ Where
is he?”

Grandma drew him to one side of the store, and paused be-
fore a long mirror.

“Now look and see what a fine boy he is; and the very
image of my little laddie, too,” she said, laughing at Jamie’s
face as he realized that grandma had been playing a merry trick
on hin.

“Oh, oh, oh! gran’ma! Pm the boy who’s got it!” he ex-
claimed, turning and throwing his arms about her waist, and
speaking so excitedly that the people in the store turned around
to watch him.

Then he blushed way up to the soft tangle of his golden
“bang” (if one must give that horrid name to the pretty cluster
of hair falling over a little white forehead), and hid his face on
grandma’s arm.

How he ever got home with his large package, neither he nor
grandma could rightly tell; for it did seem as though his small
feet were treading only on air, and he had to stop every few
moments to make sure that it was really a ship which was
wrapped up so carefully, and not only a lovely dream after all.
CHAPTER III.
JAMIE AT THE POND.

Nor far from grandma’s house there was a pretty little pond,
and you reached it by following a path through the garden be-
hind the house. It was a shady, pleasant path, and grandma
often walked there with Jamie. The pond wasn’t very deep,
and she knew, besides, that if the little boy promised to be very
careful and not lean over the water so that there was danger of
his falling in, he could be safely trusted to keep his word.

So she allowed him to take his ship there as soon as possible
after it came into his proud possession; and you can imagine
what a delight it was to Jamie the first time he set the “Lady
Grace” afloat. (He had named her after mama, I ought to ex-
plain, and grandma took care to mention the compliment in her
next letter to mama.)

“Captain Jamie” was very proud of his ship, you may be
sure; and the gardener fastened a long string to its prow, so
that when the wind filled the sails and it went bravely sailing
on its voyage beyond the shore, Jamie could pull it into port
whenever and wherever he pleased.

Sometimes the little craft was laden with leaves; and it was
fine sport when the breezes would sweep the deck quite clear of

its freight before the journey was half over. Sometimes, too,
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JAMIE AT THE POND. 13

Jamie would decide to ship-a cargo of lumber; and the amount
of twigs and chips the little vessel could carry filled the “ cap-
tain’s” soul with pride.

“Tisn’t clear weather all the time,” said J. amie, one day,
after he had delivered several cargoes safely in port. “There
ought to be some storms now ’n’ then, same as real ships have
to go through.”

So he loaded his ship with a fresh cargo, and when it was
well offshore he vigorously jerked the string which his little
hand grasped so firmly, and presently the “ocean” was strewn
with bits of wreck, and the ship was rocking and plunging
violently.

That so delighted the “ captain” that he decided to have a reg-
ular wrecking season; and remembering a small rubber boy
which grandma had found for him among some battered toys
stored in her garret, he seized the first opportunity possible to
bring about a thrilling scene of shipwreck, in which, also, a life-
saving station should figure.

So Mr. Doll was seated comfortably leaning against the
mast, with no suspicion of danger to come. After an affection-
ate farewell from Jamie, the ship was loosed from its moorings,
and away it went over a smooth sea and under a soft blue sky.

But oh, it was a terrible shipwreck which followed ere long!
A few jerks of the long string in Jamie’s hand, and presently
the passenger was tossed overboard, and was, of course, in great
danger of drowning.

The brave “captain” on shore—now become the commander
of a life-saving station, you understand—ran wildly to and fro,
shouting orders to his imaginary men and words of encourage-
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ment to the drowning passenger, until at last the mimic waves
bore the rubber victim safely to the shore, and Jamie’s rescuing
hand was ready to do the rest.

Oh, it was “ grand good fun”—so Jamie told grandma when
he returned to the house, and had tucked the rescued passenger
safely away to recover strength for the next perilous voyage.
“Tt was grand good fun; but he was dreffle glad it wasn’t a real
live passenger bein’ dumped into a real ocean.”

“Try the kitten, Master Jamie,” suggested the gardener,
laughingly.

Jamie was indignant, and straightened his little figure as he
answered :

“Do you think I’d be such a cruel boy as to tease a kitty
like that? Kitties have feelin’s same’s we have, an’ my dearest
mama never ‘lows me to tease any kind of a—alemile; an’ ’m
s’prised at you, Tom!”

“Right you are, little master!” said Tom, humbly. “TI was
only teasin’ you a bit; it’s not Tom McCarty would tease an
animal, either—trust him for that, laddie.”
CHAPTER IV.
THE SURPRISE FOR JAMIE.

ONE day grandma and Tom held a whispered conversation
together; and Jamie, seeing a twinkle in Tom’s eyes as the man
turned and glanced at him, felt sure that the conversation con-
cerned him. But he was writing a letter to mama, and so he
didn’t stop to ask any questions, though a happy little thrill of
curiosity began to stir his heart.

The letter to mama was slow work, because Jamie’s penman-
ship had not yet gone beyond printing, and his A’s some-
times got upside down like V’s; but he did sueceed in printing,
very fairly, two whole lines which told the dear mother that he
loved her and was being a good boy.

After grandma had pronounced the effort satisfactory, and
he had watched her inclose it in a letter she had herself written
to mama, Jamie ran out for a frolic in the garden.

What did he see there in the arbor-shaded path which
brought a laugh to his eyes and lips, and made him scamper
like a young colt in that direction? What should it be but a
strong, fine swing, hanging from secure fastenings, and swaying
gently back and forth in the merry wind! The broad seat was
hollowed out a trifle, so that the little boy could not slip from
it, no matter how high the swing might carry him. Just where

his little hands would have to grasp the rope, the rough, strong
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16 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

strands were padded with soft kid; and that kid “padding” had
been ingeniously arranged to slide up and down the rope, so
that if Jamie wished to stand in his swing, the soft kid would
go as high as his hands were obliged to. Old Tom had also re-
membered that little feet were often apt to slip up when stand-
ing on the seat of a moving swing, and away would go the seat,
and down would go the swinger, unless the poor little hands
grasped the ropes very tightly; so on either side of the
hollowed seat Tom had fastened securely a strap under which
Jamie’s wee feet might push themselves, and all danger of a
slip-up thus be avoided.

You will see that this was a very unusual kind of swing over
which grandma and Tom had consulted, and which had been
prepared (all ready for putting up) the evening before, after
Jamie and the chickens were fast asleep.

No wonder the little laddie ran with a shout of glee and
clambered into position, and gave himself a shove with the toes
of his shoes, and another, and still another, until he began to
skim over the ground pretty fast.

He and grandma had been looking at some pictures the day
before, and among the pictures was one representing an air-ship.
Jamie had been intensely interested in it, and had decided in his
secret heart to have one as soon as he became a man. N Ow, as
he was swinging away, his quick-witted little brain turned the
swing into an “air-ship,” and presently grandma heard him
singing at the top of his voice:

“Oh ho! oh ho!
Tm in my air-ship! here I go!

Now I’m high, an’ now I’m low!
Oh ho! ho! ho! ho!”
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I don’t know which tickled grandma most, Jamie’s clever
little rhyme (oh, he was a smart laddie), or his appreciation of her
new gift to him—the swing. She peered at him through the
bushes she and Tom were busily pruning, and saw his happy
little face, wrinkled all over from chin to forehead with his
laughter, and listened with the most loving and partial ears in
the world to his song, as she thought, in her heart, “ Bless my
laddie-boy !”

Pretty soon Jamie saw her with his sharp little eyes, and he
ealled out:

“Gran’ma! gran’ma! come an’ see me ’n’ my air-ship!”

“ Coming, deary,” was the reply.

And high and higher went the swing, until finally two small
feet were so very close to the leaves above that grandma grew
quite nervous for her boy’s safety.

“@ran’ma, gran’ma, look at me!
Vm most a birdie in a tree!”

sang Jamie, merrily; and grandma pulled her wits together to
see if she could equal Jamie in rhyming, and sang back again:

“Taddie, do not swing so high!

Yow ll break your nosy by and by!”

That made Jamie laugh harder than ever; and yet, because
he saw a little real worry in dear grandma’s face (she couldn’t
help it, you know), he decided to “let the cat die,” and ceased to
work his small body backward and forward.

So the swing came to a standstill at last; and then, although
Jamie was sorely tempted to try the standing position, yet he de-
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cided to wait till next time—“’cause gran’ma was so scared
*bout him.”

“Yow’re a very kind gran’ma to little boys,” he said, gravely,
running to her presently, and snuggling into her arms. “You're
so kind to me that I love you nex’ bes’ to my beawful mama!”
He lifted his moist little lips to hers, and patted her cheek with
his hand.

“Now I must go ’v’ find Tom,” he continued, “’cause I most
know he helped you fix my air-ship swing.”

He found Tom working away in the garden.

“T like you very much, Tom,” said he. “I like my swing,
too; it’s a beawful swing, an’ youre a very nice man to help
gran’ma fix it. I guess you like little boys a great deal, Tom,
don’t you?” Lay

“You're right there, master laddie; I like little boys when
they’re good uns; an’. if you ain’t a good un then I never rightly
saw un!” replied Tom, hoeing away busily.

Jamie stood still right there in the path. His face was
rather grave, for he felt that he wasn’t quite so good as Tom
thought he was. He remembered many times when he had
been very naughty, and mama had had to scold him hard for
it, too. Once he had put a little, “teenty ” china dolly right in the
middle of some dough mama’s cook had mixed for baking. Oh, he
remembered it very well, because it only happened in the winter
before. Cook had been cross, and Jamie didn’t like the way she
had put him out of the kitchen; and when her back had been
turned for a few moments, he pushed the dolly deep down till
the dough hid it quite out of sight, and then he smoothed the
top all over nicely again; and with great glee in his heart away

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he went, as though the thought of being naughty had never en-
tered his mischievous head. But when that loaf of bread had
been baked, and was soon after cut for the table, you can ima-
gine without my telling it how naughty Jamie found his little
trick was received, both by cook andhismama. They could not
help laughing, to be sure, when the china dolly tumbled out of
the loaf in the most unexpected way; but you may be sure that
Jamie was not present while the laughing was going on—no in-
deed! All he knew about the discovery of his revenge upon
poor cook was a rather painful knowledge; and he remembered
the punishment quite vividly even now.

And yet I think the little boy felt worse at having grieved
mama so, and because he had given cook so much trouble, than
he did for being punished; and he was sorry in his own sweet,
lovable way, as usual, so that he was very soon forgiven for his
fault.

Well, as he stood there in the garden listening to the old gar-
denev’s kind praise of him, he wondered whether he ought not
to confess all those naughty things his conscience brought up
to him, even though it would make Tom say, “Why, Master
Jamie, ’m surprised at you! I thought you were a good boy,
and I find you’re only a bad un! Oh, fie on you! fie on you,
laddie!”

His little face was so serious thinking of all this that Tom
burst out laughing, and asked what was the trouble.

“Oh, Iwas only jus’ thinkin’ that I guessed if you knew how
drefily naughty I sometimes am—you—you wouldn’t say such
nice things to me, Tom.”

“Pooh, pooh, laddie! a mite of a boy like you! Your little
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naughtinesses ain’t countin’ much agen ye, I reckon. Come,
how’d the swing go, eh?”

““Tiptop !” shouted the little lad, merry again on the instant.
“ An’ I thank you, Tom, same’s I thanked gran’ma, for bein’ so
kind to me. Mama’ll thank you too; you see if she doesn’t!”

“We'll thank mama for lettin’ us have her boy for these few
days,” said Tom. “It’s mighty cheerin’ to us old folks, you see.”

Then Jamie returned to his swing, and enjoyed it until he
was called in to be made neat and dainty for the luncheon-table.
CiHpAG ec Hyak, Vie
NEW FRIENDS.

THE next day was rather chilly, and the sun was lazy about
shining out as clearly as usual, although it ought to have been
warming up the buds and blossoms, and remembering that the
springtime had plenty of work for it to do.

Grandma was writing a long letter to grandpa, and you may
be sure she was telling all about Jamie, and what a comfort he
was to her. There had come a letter from mama, for grandma,
and Jamie too, that morning, and the dear little boy was so
happy over the big round kisses which had been tucked in on a
half-sheet of paper for him that he had asked grandma to let
him send the same kind of kisses to his mother from himself.

So she found a sheet of paper, and on one half he drew the
largest round O’s he could make, and touched his sweet, rosy
lips to each one; on the other half of the paper he printed, in
good-sized letters, a line which told his mama that he loved her
lots and lots, and was being a good boy, and loved grandma too.

His style of printing was rather uneven, and ran considera-
bly up and down hill, and his capitals were generally put in the
wrong place, and all that kind of thing. But how do You sup-

pose this little boy had learned to print even as well as that?
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22 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

We thought it was very clever of him to show a desire to learn,
and to persevere until he actually could print a little sentence
legibly. He had a box of alphabet-blocks, and some picture-
books with large and small letters in very black type. Mama
taught him his a-b-c’s in the capital letters, and after that he
had lessons each day on the small letters; though, to tell the
truth, he found the large ones much easier. Well, one day he
was found sitting quietly in a corner of the room tracing the
large letters from his picture-book upon a thin piece of paper he
had laid over the page of the book.

Mama watched him as she sat sewing by the window, and
she saw him, after he had traced the letters through, try to
make them without tracing; and the bright eyes were so clever
that they soon remembered how to copy and form the whole of
each letter, until at last he came running to mama’s side and
triumphantly showed his letters from A to G.

Of course she showed great surprise and delight, as though
it were all new to her, and that pleased Jamie very much; for
you see the little laddie had planned it all as a surprise for the
dear mother whose loyal little lover he was. Well, that is how
Jamie learned to print. And now we will go back to him as he
stands by grandma’s side watching her fold up his round kisses,
and slip them, with his printed letter and her reply to mama’s
letter, in the large envelope which would carry the good news
safe to the absent mother.

“Will my dearest mama put her mouth right straight on top
of those round O’s, gran’ma?” he questioned, anxiously; “an
did you tell her J did so to her round 0’s?”

“Yes, laddie, I told her that, and a great deal more about the
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dearest little boy that ever came to see a grandma,” she replied,
laughing and hugging laddie at the same time.

“Mama said she didn’t ’spect to be gone more’n a day or
two; but she ain’t come back.yet, an’ it’s moren a day or two,”
he continued, somewhat sadly.

“Yes, darling; but you know mama didn’t expect to be gone
so long when she said good-by to you. She hoped to be back in
two days; but you know her first letter told us how very sick
the poor lady has been, and mama had to stay a little longer.
Aren’t you willing, laddie dear?”

The question had a reproachful tone in it, and Jamie’s face
turned a trifle red. He dug the toe of one little boot into the
soft rug upon which he stood, and fidgeted restlessly for a mo-
ment; theu the sun in his dear little heart shone out through the
cloud on his brow, and he nestled close to grandma’s side, pulled
her ear down to his lips, and whispered:

“Tell mama I’m wwllin’, an’ I ain’t frettin’ a bit.”

“T will, darling,” was the reply. ‘And now you run out
and have a frolic in the garden. Better put your little coat on,
as it looks like rain.”

Presently Jamie was ready for his run in the garden; and
as he passed the dining-room, where the waitress was setting
things in order, she called him.

“Jamie! laddie dear! don’t you want this?” and she held up
a golden orange.

“Guess I jus’ do!” answered laddie, with a run for the fruit
he dearly loved.

“Tts the only one left in the dish,” said the girl, “and ’m
sure grandma’ll be willing you should have it.”
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“Guess I better go ask her,” said Jamie. (And I will confide
to my little readers right here that there was a deep fear in
Jamie’s heart lest for some wise reason grandma should not be -
willing he should eat the orange.)

So back he went to grandma; and when he next started for
the door-step the fruit was his, to have and to hold, to eat or
give away, just as he pleased.

‘When he reached the door he was surprised to see a boy and
girl coming up the walk. He had never seen them before, and
stood bashfully wondering what they wanted.

“How do?” said the boy, seeing Jamie.

“Pretty well,” replied Jamie, shyly.

“T got a message for your granny; she home?”

“Do you mean my gran’ma? Do you know her?”

“Yes, I know her, an’ she knows me, an’ my sister too;
doesn’t she, Susie?”—turning to the little girl, who looked
bashfully at Jamie, and nodded “yes” to her brother’s question.

“T don’t know you,” said Jamie, “an’ you don’t know me.”

The boy laughed. He was a sturdy, good-natured little
chap, and his hair and eyes were brown as the cap he wore.
He had such a merry twinkle in his eyes that Jamie didn’t feel
in the least afraid of him; and as for the little girl, she wasn’t
any older than himself, and she smiled at him so confidingly
that he couldn’t help smiling back again.

“No,” said the boy, “you don’t know us; but I’m goin’ to in-
terduce us, you see. I’m Teddy Jones, an’ this is my little sister
Susie, an’ there’s two more of us home: a bigger sister "bout
ten, an’ a little chap next to Susie in age—guess you ’n’ he’d
make a good team, An’ we're the blacksmith’s children; ain’t

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rich folks like your folks, you see, an’ ain’t got your kind 0’
clothes; but we don’t care for that, do we, Sue?”—turning to
his sister, who was looking admiringly at Jamie all this while.

She shook her head for “no,” and Teddy went on.

“An we know who you are, ’cause we heard your granny
was havin’ her daughter’s boy to visit her. We've been a-
wantin’ to see you for ever so long, but couldn’t get a chance ;
’y’ this mornin’ when dad had a message for the old lady, me
an’ Susie was glad to come, an’ we hoped we'd see you.”

Jamie looked quite pleased, and had a little feeling of im-
portance as he stood there in the doorway looking down upon
his admiring acquaintances.

Suddenly he realized that he was holding the big golden
orange in plain view all that time, and his generous little heart
prompted him to give it to the girl who smiled at him so
prettily.

So he held it out, and stepped down to be nearer the chil-
dren, as he asked:

“Don’t you want this orange, little girl?”

He wanted it very much himself, as you know, but Jamie
was an unselfish little laddie, and he offered it to the girl ag sin-
cerely and with as much pleasure as he had received it himself
when it was given to him.

There are plenty of dear little boys in the world just as dear
and sweet as our Jamie, who love, just as he did, to make other
people happy, and those are the little lads whom everybody
loves, of course; for loving makes love, you know, among both
little and grown-up people.

Well, when he offered’ the orange to small Susie, her eyes
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sparkled so that Jamie knew she liked oranges as well as he did,
and how glad he was that he hadn’t held his hands behind him
so that nobody would have seen the orange and he needn’t have
given it away, but saved it to eat all by himself! Teddy was
pleased too, because his little sister was happy, and he said in
his heart that if he got a chance to “serve a good turn on the
little sailor-suit boy some day, he’d do it sure, or his name
wasv’t Ted Jones.”

Then grandma was called and the blacksmith’s message was
given (about one of the horses being shod), and then the boy
and girl were invited by Jamie to take a turn in the fine swing.

“ve got the beawfullest one in the world!” he exclaimed, as
they ran down the garden path. “Gran’ma’n’:Tom made it
jus’ right for little boys; but”—looking at Teddy’s stout limbs
critically—“T guess you ain’t too big for it!”

“Well, if I am,” replied Teddy, cheerfully, “I'll be a good
size to help you an’ Susie have some fun in it, anyhow, ’cause I
can push good an’ strong, an’ it’s most as much fun to help
other folks have a good time as to be a-havin’ it yourself, you
know.”
CHAPTER VI.

THE SWING SCARE.

Now Teddy was used to harum-scarum pranks on his own
rickety swing under the apple-tree at home, and so he proceeded
to astonish Jamie by showing off all he could do in this very
fine affair of a swing.

Jamie rather envied Teddy for being able to do so much
while standing up, and he decided to show his visitors how
brave he was too, if only a little boy not half as strong and big
as Teddy. So after Susie had had her turn, and enjoyed a
gentle little swing, assisted by the gentlest of little pushes, to
her heart’s content, Master Jamie boldly mounted the board seat
and slipped his feet under the straps.

“Now go ahead an’ push real hard,” he called to Teddy, “aw
Pll show you I ain’t ’fraid a bit!”

Whether it was because he hadn’t put his little feet quite far
enough through the straps, or because Teddy forgot how little
a chap our laddie was, I ean’t tell you; but I know that no
sooner had the swing earried Jamie high above the ground than
out went the board from under his feet, and a small pair cf
legs were struggling in the air, and a pair of little hands were
clinging tightly to the ropes, while Teddy sprang forward to
save our frightened laddie from the threatened fall.

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28 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

“Oh dear!” remarked Jamie, when safe on the ground. He
winked back a few frightened tears and swallowed a little sob.
“Oh dear! I—I don’t—I guess stand-ups ain’t very good for
little boys like—like me. Don’t let’s swing any more; let’s go
play somethin’ else.”

Teddy laughed.

“You had a big seare, little feller, didn’t you? Never mind;
you ain’t half killed yet. Next time you'll hit it jus’ right—
Come, Susie, you ’n’ I ’ve got to skip home; an’ we’re much
’bliged to Jamie—ain’t we ?—for lettin’ us use his swing.”

“You may come an’ use it whenever you want to,” said
Jamie, “’cause it would be too much of a good time for me all
by myself, an’ I—I like you an’ Susie first-rate.”

Teddy held out his hand.

“Shake, then, little Master Sailor-suit; an’ you may jus’ be
sure Susie an’ her brother Ted 711 always think a heap o’ you;
for if you are a rich boy, an’ dressed better’n J ever am like to
be, you ain’t proud ’n’ stuck-up one bit; an’—an’ it makes all
the diffrence in the world ’bout the likin’ of you, you know!
Well, good-by!” And off he went, followed by little fat Susie
as fast as her short legs would carry her.

Jamie pondered a moment, then he hastened into the sitting-
room, where grandma sat at her sewing. She looked up with a
smile.

“Well, laddie, had a nice time?” she questioned.

But Jamie’s face was a serious one as he stood beside her
passing his hand over her cheek in a loving way, and yet as
though he were hardly conscious of what he did, for his mind
was full of the question he wanted to ask. Presently:
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“Gran’ma, what’s—what’s bein’ ‘ stuck-up’?” asked he.

“Why, laddie, what a funny question! What has put that
into your noddle, I wonder?”

“That boy said he liked me ’cause I wasn’t stuck-up; an’
what is it, gran’ma? How do little boys stick up, an’ what
makes ’em, if it isn’t nice?”

How grandma did laugh! And she would have laughed
longer too, if Jamie’s face hadn’t been the picture of anxiety
and dismay.

“Tif? me up in your lap, gran’ma,” he pleaded, “an’ kiss me
here, where my dearest mama does”—pulling his jacket-collar
down from under his chin with one finger, and exposing his soft,
sweet little throat, where, as he said truly, mama daily tucked
in a whole pile of loving kisses.

“Q you darling laddie,” answered grandma, “I could al-
most eat you up with kisses, I love you so!” And then she
kissed the dear little throat till it tickled Jamie, and he screamed
with laughter, and there was a speedy end of the anxious look
on his face. “There now; run away and play captain on that
large hall rug, and let me finish my sewing, so that a boy I know
of ean have a nice walk to the village with me by and by.”

“But, gran’ma, you forgetted *bout my question!” said
Jamie, whose memory hadn’t proved as treacherous as grandma
hoped it had after their short frolic. “ What’s bein’ ‘stuck-up’?”

“Well, I declare!” cried grandma; “yowre a great boy for
sticking, though you aren’t ‘stuck-up’ Well, laddie, Teddy
meant that you didn’t put on any disagreeable airs, and act as
if you felt yourself a great deal better than he and Susie, just
because you wore better clothes and didn’t happen to—to be a
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working-man’s son; he meant that you weren’t anything else
but just a dear, kind-hearted little boy, doing to others just as
you would like others to do to you, and being a happy boy
because you were making others happy also. If you had turned
up your small nose and thought yourself too smart and fine to
be willing to play with those who were not able to look as well,
why then you would have been a very ‘stuck-up’ little boy in-
deed, and a naughty little boy in the bargain. Now do you
understand, laddie dear?”

Jamie nodded.

“Oh yes, gran’ma, an’ I shouldn’t think it would feel
comfor’ble here”—laying his hand wpon his breast—“to be
proud like that. I’m much obliged to Teddy for thinkin’ I
ain’t that way. He’s a nice boy, isn’t he, gran’ma? An’ so is
Susie.”

“Susie is a dear, nice little girl,” said grandma, “and Teddy
is as good a boy as any one need want; and so long as a boy or
girl, or man or woman, is honest and kind and true to all things
good, the dear Father in heaven will love them all alike,
whether they’re rich or poor, glad or sad, high or low. Now
one more kiss; and you needn’t look as solemn as an owl over
my little sermon, you funny boy, but run and have a good play
before luncheon-time.”

So presently there was a big steamer out in the hall (which
was, I beg Jamie’s pardon, not a hall, but the ocean at that
time), and the crew consisted of a very small and timid kitty-
eat and the little mongrel dog which belonged to Tom. To
keep that crew in order and prevent mutiny was so difficult a
task that a great deal of stern commanding and shouting was
THE SWING SCARE. 31

necessary ; and the old clock at the head of the staircase had its
seconds and minutes so scared that they ran by as fast as they
could, and counted off the hour before Jamie’s voyage was
half done, and when the luncheon-bell was rung he was greatly
surprised.

In the afternoon, when Jamie expected to have his walk with
grandma, it unfortunately happened that something prevented
his grandmother from going; and so little laddie decided to go
to the pond and have a nice time with his ship.

“Ttll be a good time to have another wreck,” thought he;
and the unlucky rubber doll was carried to the pond again to do
its share toward the coming misfortune.

If that rubber boy-doll had only been able to foresee just
how it would have a share in a kind of wreck not anticipated by
Jamie, nor included in his program, maybe it would have lost
itself in the old attic somewhere, so that Jamie would not have
troubled to hunt it up. But there it was in the little boy’s
jacket-pocket, as black and rubbery and as placid and smiling
as ever; and when the pond was reached, there was the pretty
little ship at her moorings, awaiting her passenger, and all un-
conscious of the “terrible wreck” which would soon occur at the
end of Jamie’s long string.

That part of the pond to which grandma allowed her little
grandson to go alone was shallow and safe, because, if he had
tried, he could have waded across with a wetting only up to his
waist. But she had forbidden him to lean over the bank at all,
save in the one sloping little “cove,” as she called it, where he
kept his boat moored, and where he was sure to have firm
footing.
32 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

A little farther up the pond, and where Jamie would not
have thought of venturing, nor have found it convenient to do
so, the water was deeper, and would have reached to Jamie's
throat, had he tried wading there.

But that especial part of his “ocean” was beyond the little
lad’s knowledge, and so he had never ventured outside of safe
limits; and grandma knew she could trust his promise not to
do so.
CHAPTER VII.
THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE.

On this occasion, as always before, Jamie shipped cargoes of
wood, chips, and moss; and the cargoes were landed safely at
port, or “lost in mid-ocean,” as he pleased. He was a happy
little boy to-day—particularly happy; because with the noon
mail a letter had come to grandma from his own mama, saying
that she expected to come home in three more days, and would
stay over at the old homestead a day or so before she and Jamie
would return to New York. So now he felt perfectly contented
and happy, and sang little gleeful songs, nursery rhymes, and
“make-ups” (as he called his own cute little jingles), and sailed
his ship to and fro, and rolled about on the grass, and had a
merry time all by himself there under the trees and beside the
quiet waters. At last he decided it was time for the rubber
passenger to meet with trouble, and preparations were begun
accordingly.

“ Good-by, Mr. Doll,” said the ship’s owner. “T hope you'll
have a nico time; but most likely you won’t, ’eause this is a
time when there’s danger crossin’ the ocean. Maybe you'll wish
you hadun’t gone on a journey. Good-by.”

Then dolly took his usual position against the mast, and the

little ship sailed gracefully out from port.
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34 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

The “wreck” occurred right in the middle of the pond; and
after a violent rocking back and forth, and what Jamie, the
wrecker, considered a “beau’ful hard time,” over went the ship,
its sails in the water, and its passenger floating off helplessly.
Jamie danced up and down delightedly on the bank, and waited
for the current to bring his doll to shore. The ship was hauled
in as usual, and placed in the sun, that the dripping sails might
dry.

But the unfortunate passenger didn’t seem to get any nearer
to our “captain”; on the contrary, it was floating as far as pos-
sible in the opposite direction; and Jamie was much troubled
when finally it swept around a curve in the bank and was lost
to view.

If he followed the doll he would be treading upon forbidden
ground—he knew that very well; but if he did not follow it he
would lose his rubber playmate, and that was something dread-
ful to think of. ,

For a minute or two laddie stood irresolute; and then his
anxiety overcame him entirely, and he allowed himself to forget
erandma’s injunctions, feeling that the necessity of the case -
would excuse disobedience this time. In fact, Jamie was
naughty in good earnest, and I’m not sure but he was just a
little glad to have a good excuse to follow Mr. Doll; and so off
he started on a quick run to follow a path which led through
shrubbery and tangled grasses around to the opposite side of
the water, where he thought dolly might have floated.

He presently found himself in a strange place, where the
water looked “shinier” than where he was allowed to play, and
the trees seemed to be growing upside down under the banks.

THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE. 35

“T don’t feel comfor’ble here,” he thought, “an’ I ain’t goin’
to stay a minute after I find my doll. I got to find him some-
how, an’ gran’ma’d feel real sorry if—if I let him jus’ stay lost.
I’m ’most sure she’d like me to find him.”

His reflections comforted him very little, however, for Jamie
knew he was not doing right; and what with that and his worry
over the lost passenger, the little fellow was really quite miser-
able at last, and was just going to turn about and hurry back to
more familiar ground, when he saw the rubber doll bobbing up
and down not far away. Jamie’s little face beamed all over, and
he ran to the edge of the pond with a stick in his eager hand, all
ready to reach for the treasure and haul it inshore. Alas! the
little feet slipped up on some wet moss, and over went Jamie
plump into the water, screaming with terror. He couldn’t get
upon his feet again (though, as you know, the depth was not
dangerous) for the reason that his little legs had gotten en-
tangled in some vines growing in the water; and he was held in
such a position that only his head was above it. He was terri-
bly frightened, and cried and screamed till his strength was
nearly gone; and there is no knowing what would have hap-
pened at last, if Teddy Jones had not chanced to make a short
eut through the woods the other side of the pond, on his way to
do an errand. He heard the terrified cries of poor Jamie, and
sprang like a deer through bushes and over fallen trees, until he
reached the bank and saw little laddie struggling to pull himself
out of the water.

It didn’t take Teddy very long to get the dripping child out
of his uncomfortable quarters and away from danger.

“How under the sun, moon, an’ stars came you in there?”
36 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

he asked; and Jamie hung his head in shame. “Thought your
granny told you not to come to this part the pond,” continued
Teddy. “What you doin’ here, anyhow?”

“Findin’ my rubber doll,” explained Jamie; “’cause there
was a big storm at sea, an’ a—a—awful wreck, an’ the pass’nger
was drownin’; an’ I saw him floatin’ an’ floatin’ way over here,
an’ course I had to come an’ save him.”

Teddy was all this time squeezing the water as well as he
could out of Jamie’s suit, and made the little boy stand in the
warm sun.

“Lucky you didn’t have on your nice white clothes, isn’t
it?” he said. “This sort o’ wool suit’ll keep you from gettin’
chilled an’ wet all through; an’ if your granny’ll give you a hot
drink I don’t reckon you'll take any cold,.sonny. Now come
‘long home.”

Jamie hesitated.

“T haven’t got my doll,” he said, pitifully.

Teddy pulled off his shoes, rolled up his trousers above his
knees, waded in as far as possible, and with a stick rescued the
cause of all Jamie’s trouble, and restored it to its uncomfortable
little master.

Then he pulled off his own dry coat and made Jamie put it
on; and as a matter of course it very nearly covered the small
boy’s body.

“There, now, you'll do till you get home,” said Teddy; “aw
you jus’ own up to granny all you’ve done—no cheatin’.”

Jamie looked up indignantly.

“You don’t s’pose I’d try an’ ’ceive gran’ma, do you?” he
asked. ‘“T ain’t a boy like that! Guess she knows I ain’t ever
THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE. 37

told any wrong stories to her an’ my dearest mama long as
they’ve known me; so now, Teddy Jones!”

Teddy gave a long whistle.

“Whew! sonny’s got his dander up! Oh, come now, Jamie, I
was only teasin’; don’t [know you're a fair and square little chap ?”

Jamie felt ashamed of his angry little speech, and told Teddy
so, like a man.

“Ho! what’s a boy without spunk ’nough to stand up for
himself if a feller’s judgin’ him wrong?” was Teddy’s reply. “It
don’t hurt you any to blurt out now ’v’ then if you’ve got right
on your side. I’d no business to think, even in fun, that you’d
do so mean a thing as try to cheat your granny.”

Jamie’s face was sober as he listened, and presently he asked:

“Do you ever be real naughty ’cause it’s fun, Teddy? Ido
sometimes, when our cook plagues me; an’—awn’ I try to think
up things to be bad ’bout to tease her, an’ I can’t help it, ’eause
she seolds so it tempers me all over, from my head to my feet.
Mama says I am very naughty those times; but it’s real fun
when I’m doin’ it, an’ it doesn’t seem as if I’d ever be sorry;
am’—an’—then—an’ then pretty soon the sorry time comes, an’
I ain’t happy any more, an’ I don’t like myself at all; so I go an’
say, ‘’Scuse me, Ann; I’m sorry for teasin’ you;’ an’ I get up in
my dearest mama’s lap, an’ I whisper a few little things in her
ear, aw then she kisses me, an’—O Teddy, you don’t know what
a diff'renee I feel here! ”—laying his little hand on his heart,
and lifting his shining blue eyes to Teddy’s face.

Teddy put his arm around his little companion’s neck and
gave him a sympathetic squeeze as he replied:

“Quess I know how good it feels, too; but somehow it
38 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

doesn’t keep me from forgettin’ again; an’ I s’pose I’m a reg’lar
nuisance of a boy, take me all ’round, for now ’n’ then dad gives
me an out~n’-out trouncin’; an’ it does me—an’ him too—a heap
0’ good, so I ain’t complainin’.”

Jamie felt very badly at the idea of Teddy’s ever being
whipped, so he tried to comfort his friend by repeating the
compliment grandma had paid him awhile before.

“Well, you ain’t very bad, Teddy, ’cause my gran’ma said
you were as nice a boy as anybody need want; an’ she likes you
a great deal—honest, she does!”

Teddy laughed, and enjoyed the compliment hugely.

“Oh well,” he said, “all J want is to grow up a man like my
dad. Everybody likes him, an’ he’s clean an’ honest clear
through; an’ we children wouldn’t darst to tell a lie, or steal, or
do a mean, deceitful thing, even if we wanted to. But we never
would want to; for ’tisn’t bein’ rich an’ wearin’ good clothes that
makes a man anythin’ great (so dad says, an’? mammy too), half
so much as bein’ true an’ honest an’ kind in your heart. Yovll
be a good man, Jamie, I’m sure o’ that! ”—looking kindly down
on the grave little face beside him.

“Tf I love the dear Jesus, I will,” replied Jamie; “for papa
did, an’ he was a good man—mama says so; an’ mama does, an?
she’s the bestest lady in the world. O Teddy ”—Jamie bright-
ened up into a host of dimples as he spoke—“ my dearest mama
is comin’ home so soon—jus’ in a day or two—an’ I’m goin’ to
show her to you. Won’t you be glad to see my pretty mama,
Teddy? I ’most feel sure she'll say you're a nice boy.”

Teddy felt disappointed that he would so soon lose his dear
little playfellow, and yet he did not cloud Jamie’s pleasure by
THE WRECK AND THE RESCUE. 39

telling him so—no indeed; he entered into Jamie’s joyous
anticipations with all his kind heart, and when the homestead
gate was reached the little boy had almost forgotten that he had
a sorrowful confession to make to grandma. Perhaps he would
quite have forgotten it, in the joy of thinking about his mother,
if it had not been for the damp, uncomfortable feeling of the
little suit under Teddy’s big jacket. But although he was
dreadfully afraid of the punishment he deserved, yet he had no
idea of shrinking from duty; and so, after Teddy had gone up
the road, our little laddie presented his forlorn, funny little
figure (in the coat three or four sizes too large for him, and his
hands quite lost to view in the sleeves) before grandma’s
astonished gaze.

“Why, what in the world—” began grandma, looking at him
over her spectacles; and then before she could finish her sen-
tence, Jamie ran and shut the door tight, so that nobody’s ears
save grandma’s could possibly hear his confession.

/ And therefore I cannot tell you about what happened in that
room; but I know that in half an hour the dear old lady and her
little laddie came out into the hall hand in hand, and, at Jamie’s
especial request, carried the rubber dolly up the garret stairs,
and shut it up in the very bottom of the deepest trunk to be
found, and then grandma locked the trunk and took out the
‘key, and all further temptation to rescue a drowning pas-
senger at the cost of disobedience and danger was at once re-
moved. Not that Jamie would have disobeyed again, but he felt
in his repentant heart as though he and that “ passenger” would
never be quite the same friends again, or at least not until the
next visit with grandma.
CHAPTER VIII.
THE BONFIRE.

THE next morning Jamie heard that little Susie had taken a
cold and was-sick. Teddy had passed the gate early, and, see-
ing Tom, had mentioned the fact, and also asked how Jamie
was after his wetting of the day before.

Grandma felt sorry for Susie, and asked Jamie if he didn’t
want to take Ted’s jacket back himself, instead of its being seut
by Tom, as she had intended, and then he could ask how Susie
was getting on.

He jumped at the idea; and as the blacksmith’s cottage
was just in plain view across the fields, there was no danger to
Jamie in the going.

“T want to take my story-book with the big picksures in it
to little Susie,” he said, “’cause she'll be mused with it, an’ then
Teddy’ll be glad.”

“Right, darling,” was grandma’s ready answer; “and here is
the book all waiting for its kind service to the sick girlie. You
ean trot right along this minute.”

She tucked his feet into his high rubber boots—because the
field was rather soft and marshy in places—and slipped his

heavier jacket on; and after crowning the fair head with its
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THE BONFIRE. 41

Scotch cap, she tilted up the dimpled chin, placed a kiss on it,
and one also on the rosy mouth and blue eyes, and then
watched the sturdy little figure prancing away over the field,
with Teddy’s coat over one arm, and the gift-book for Susie
under the other.

Before he quite reached the cottage Jamie noticed a white
smoke soaring up from above some bushes at the other end of
the field, and there came a sound of childish voices from the
same direction. Curiosity led him to go a little way and see
what it was all about; and he soon saw a little fellow, not
much taller than himself, and a girl who was nearly as tall as
Teddy.

They had piled a lot of chips together, and were having a
small bonfire.

The boy looked up as Jamie approached.

“Hello! yowre the boy our Teddy likes, ain’t you?” he
asked, while the girl drew back a little shyly.

“Yes, ’m Jamie; an’ I like Teddy too. May I watch you fix
your fire?”

“ Ain’t anythin’ to hender,” replied the boy, whose name was
Jackie. “That Ted’s coat you got? He telled us ’bout you
tumblin’ in the water. J’ve been in lots o’ times, an’ didn’t
seare a mite, an’ I ain’t any bigger’n you!”

Jamie felt quite humiliated at the idea of a boy no larger
than he being so bold and brave as not to be afraid of falling
into a pond, while he himself was so cowardly that he had
yelled at the top of his voice. So he didn’t want to talk about
that subject any longer, and turned it aside by saying:

“Tve got a book for little Susie ‘cause she’s sick.” He laid
42 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

the coat on the ground, and handed the book to the girl (whose
name was Sallie) to look at.

She turned the leaves with a pleased look on her face, and
found her tongue at last.

“Guess Susie’ll like it,” she said. And Jackie, who was fan-
ning the bonfire into a brisk blaze, added his opinion that
““Susie’d be much ’bliged.”

“T's a beau’ful book!” said laddie. “I’m ‘most sure she'll
like it much as I did. Can I give it to her my very own self?”

“Reckon so,” said Sallie; “she’s a-lyin’ on the bed frettin’
’eause she can’t come an’ see the fire.”

“What you makin’ it for?” asked Jamie.

“Jus? nothin’ but fun,” replied Jack, swinging his cap vigor-
ously over the blaze, and sending the smoke high and higher
until his brown, closely cropped head was almost hidden behind
the wall of smoke. “Its real fun,” he continued. ‘You jus’
pile on the chips—there’s a lot in the basket—an’ then you fan
this way, ’n’ bimeby, when it gets good an’ big, you make
b’lieve there’s a house afire; an’ we're goin’ to put the basket—
it’s only a leaky old thing mammy doesn’t want—right on top
of the sticks, an’ cracky! won’t it blaze!”

Jackie chuckled with the anticipation, and Jamie felt as
though he would like no better fun than to help throw on those
chips himself. But he remembered how many times his mother
had warned him not to play with fire, and had told him how
dangerous it was for little boys to try and build bonfires, even
though big boys were foolish enough to risk the danger. He
wished in his heart that mama had never forbidden it, because
he did want to help with this especial fire so much, and Jackie

THE BONFIRE. 43

was having such a splendid time over it! There were the chips
all ready to be picked up and flung in upon the blaze Jack had
started so finely; there was the big basket which would make
such a beautiful “house afire”; and there were Jack and Sally
enjoying the play so much! Jamie looked wistfully at them
and at the chips, and fairly longed to “pitch right in,” as Jack
urged him so, and “have fun too.”

But, you see, beside all the things which were so tempting to
laddie there were mama’s words, as plain as could be: “I hope
you will remember, laddie dear, never to play with fire; because
itis avery naughty, dangerous thing for little boys to do. Will
you remember that it will grieve mama very much if you dis-
obey her?”

And Jamie had promised to “remember”; and he did so
now, this very moment, though it made him a wee bit sorry ; for
if there is one thing above another that little boys like to do, it
is to make a bonfire whenever they have a chance.

Well, mama’s words gained the victory over the great temp-
tation of the chips and the blaze, and Jamie said presently :

“It looks like real fun, but—but it isn’t nice for little boys
to do, is 1t?”

Jackie looked up scornfully, and then went on fanning.

“Ts it, Jack?” repeated Jamie.

“No, ’tain’t nice for boys what’s afeard of gettin’ hurt!” was
the snappy reply. “Sallie an’ I ain’t that kind, though.”

“ain’t that kind, either, in my feelin’s,” said Jamie, his quick
little temper coming to the surface, because he felt that Jack
was making fun of him. “But my dearest mama said it would
grieve her if I ever did, an’ I guess I ain’t goin’ to grieve her
44. LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

for all the old fires in the world; so now!”—straightening his
small figure, and walking off as fast as he could.

The book was left in Sallie’s hands, for Jamie was too indig-
nant at the moment to think of it.

However, Sallie shouted after him that she would give it to
Susie; and then she scolded Jack for being rude to the little boy
Teddy was so fond of.

“Tf Teddy finds it out, yowll ketch it!” she said, by way of a
last comforting word; and she left her brother to enjoy the fire
all by himself, while she carried Jamie’s gift to the cottage.

Somehow little Jackie Jones failed to enjoy his bonfire much
after that, and so he stamped it out ere long, and followed Jamie
home; and there was a private meeting of two little figures
out at grandma’s back gate, and then a good romp in the
swing under the arbor trellis. The simple fact was that Jack
in his heart felt a greater liking and respect for Jamie, just
because the latter had been brave enough to stand up for his
mother’s request even at the risk of being considered “a
coward,” than would have been possible if our little lad had
yielded to temptation and put mother and her wishes quite out
of his way.

And Jamie, who hated to feel that anybody was angry with
him, was only too glad to “be frien’s” with Jack the very mo-
ment chance gave him opportunity.

“Did Susie like the book?” he presently asked Jack.

“T didn’t take time to go an’ see,” said Jack, “I was in sech
a hurry to ketch up to you. I say, Jamie, Sallie said Teddy’d
give it to me good if he knew I’d made fun o’ you; but I guess
he won’t now you ’n’ me’s frien’s agin; an’ if he does, I won’t
THE BONFIRE. 45

mind it much, ’cause I was mean to you—an’ you were awful
good to give your nice book to our Susie.”

Jamie was pleased with the kind words, but they made him
feel embarrassed too, and he didn’t know what to say. But the
happy thought came that it would be fun to play ship with the
large hall rug, and the polished oak floor would be the ocean as
usual, and Jackie would make a splendid big whale, which the
captain of the ship would catch and haul on board.

So he proposed it to Jack, who was delighted to be a whale
or anything else that would give him a chance to play in the
large, wide hall, where he had never dared to dream of entering
before, though he knew it was hung with pictures, and had a
great wide staircase in it with carved railings, and a statue
holding a colored lamp in its hand.

Presently grandma heard a terrific racket as she sat sewing
in the room above; and looking over the balusters, what should
she see but Jackie sprawling on the floor, striking out with
arms and legs as though in deep water, holding between his
teeth the end of a long cord, while the other was in laddie’s
hand, and the make-believe ship having a hard time sliding
over the floor-ocean with every pull of the big whale Captain
Jamie was endeavoring to haul on board.

Grandma laughed so she nearly lost her balanee as she
watched the comical scene.

“Well, well, well, I wonder what that boy of mine will think
of next?” she thought. “Bless his dear heart!”

But I’m quite sure she wasn’t sorry when the noisy play
was done, and the famous whale—“the very biggest ever
caught in that ocean,” Jamie said—had turned into a boy
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again, and remembered that “his folks would be wonderiw’
where he was.”

When the little boys separated soon after, Jackie took the
short eut over the fields, and Jamie’s parting words were shouted
out after him:

“Good-by, Jackie! I like you better ’n’ better, an’ you
made the bestest whale I ever saw!”
CHAPTER IX.
WAITING FOR MAMA.

AND now we come to the close of our story of little lad
Jamie. It was the evening before “his dearest mama” was to
arrive. Right after breakfast on the next morning he was to
drive with grandma to the railroad station to meet her. All
day long he had been restlessly happy, trying to be patient
and good as a little boy could be; but he did long for bedtime
to come, so as to “hurry up the morning.” he had climbed upon grandma’s lap, and kissed her, and
caressed her with his little restless hands, as though his heart
was so overflowing with love and happiness that it couldn’t be
shut up inside the small body. He had tried to enjoy the sail-
ing of his ship, first on the pond and then (to be nearer home,
so that he could be told the time every few minutes by the kind
old Tom) in the big tub of water near the stable door. But the
ship failed to amuse him as much as usual, and he had gone to
the swing. A few turns of that satisfied him, and then he had
to run back to Tom and ask again what time it was.

He had a number of toys in the sitting-room, and for a while
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48 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

he was an expressman, a locomotive engineer, a stableman, a
soldier and drummer, and all sorts of things besides. But
finally the desire to know the time again took possession of
our laddie, and of course the toys were forgotten.

So the day had passed; and finally, when the longed-for bed-
time arrived, never was there a more willing “ go-to-bed boy” in
the world.

When the soft white night-dress was on, and the little
prayer said at grandma’s knee, he lifted his blue eyes happily
to the kind face above him, and said:

“Tsn’t it good to feel that the dear, great God was once a
little boy like me, gran’ma? Let me tell you somethin’: once I
didwt know that, an’ I told mama that maybe God didn’t have
time to pay ’tention to little boys, ’eause there were so many big
folks that needed Him; an’ my mama she told me all ’bout it;
ai’ ever since I’ve been sure that He used to be a little boy I’ve
felt that He’ll ’scuse me for ever bein’? naughty; an’—I want to
whisper somethin’ in your ear, gran’ma”—drawing her head
down to his lips—“I guess He used to love His mama so dearly
that He is glad I love mine, an’ He'll take good care of her while
she’s comin’ back to me, won’t He?”

Grandma nodded, and wiped a tear from her eyes, and as-
sured Jamie that there never was a moment of either day or
night when Jesus was not keeping watch and ward over the
earth and all its people; and that every little child was called a
lamb of the kind Shepherd's flock, and especially loved and
watched over by Him. Then, while she snuggled him close in
her lap (as they sat there in the quiet shadows—the two who
loved each other so), grandma told her little lad several of the
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beautiful stories about children which are found in the “ Book
which is best of all books”; and he listened with all his heart in
his beautiful eyes, and the pretty new moon began to shine, and
sent a few beams in at the window to make a lovely picture of
Jamie and grandma at the happy bedtime hour.

After the talk was finished, Jamie was snuggled into bed;
and at his especial request the favorite toys he was to leave be-
hind him—all handy for the next visit to the homestead—were
brought up from the sitting-room and placed on the bed to sleep
with him through the night, “’cause he felt so happy,” he ex-
plained, when grandma couldn’t help laughing at his funny
desire, and at the sight of the toys arranged in such solemn
order along the counterpane, while the little lord and master
of them all lay back contentedly on his pillow, all ready to
slip away to the land of happy dreams just as soon as he
should close his eyes.

“Good-night, my darling!” said grandma, presently, kissing
Jamie a great many times, and wondering silently what she
should do after he had gone back to the city with his mama;
and the old homestead would be too quiet a place to suit her,
she was sure.

“Good-night, gran’ma dearest!” replied Jamie. “Have I
been a pretty good boy to-day?”

“The best in the world, laddie, little sweetheart; and ?’m
going to tell mama to-morrow what a comfort you have been all
the time since you came. Now one more kiss, and yow’ll be
sound asleep in a jiffy after I go down.”

“Gran’ma!”

“Yes, deary.”
a0 LITTLE LAD JAMIE.

“Will you please tell me what time it is?”

Grandma laughed.

“The same old question, laddie, isn’t it? Well, it is—half-
past sleepy-time—that means half-past seven o’clock; and the
morning won’t come until you are sound asleep, you know, so
snuggle down and hurry off to the land o’ nod.”

“ All right, gran’ma,” said the drowsy little voice; and pres-
ently she started down the stairs.

She had only gotten a few steps down before again she heard
the sweet sound of “Gran’ma! Gtr-a-n’ma!”

“Well, Jamie, boy, what is it now?”—putting her head in at
the door. :

Jus’ somethin’ I wanted to tell you ’fore I forgetted it,” re-
plied Jamie, lifting his golden head from the pillow and looking
earnestly at her with his serious eyes. “I jus’ wanted to say
you’ve been such a dear, kind gran’ma to me; an’ I love you,
gran’ma, a great deal. I thought maybe you'd like to know it
over again. That's all, gran’ma dear. Good-night. I guess
mornin’ ’Il soon be here, ’cause I’m so sleepy.”

And then—after grandma had gone straight up to the little
bed, and kissed him many times more in return for his sweet,
loving speech—little laddie settled his soft round cheek upon
the pillow, and was fast asleep before he knew that he had even
closed his eyes.

So we leave him dreaming of the “to-morrow” and the re-
turn of the “dearest mama”; and the little tin soldiers on the
bed, and the soft white moonshine about the room, will keep
faithful watch over our little lad Jamie.


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