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When they had ridden several miles on their way to mill, they met a boy
on horseback galloping at a furious rate. The moment this boy saw Mr.
Furlong, he pulled up his horse--he nearly fell off behind in doing
so--and said he, "Mr. Furlong, your sister at Locust Point has heard bad
news, and wants to see you immediately."

Mr. Furlong drove as fast as he could, until he came to the road which
turned off to Locust Point. Here he set the children down, and showed
Obed, not quite half a mile ahead of them, a large white building with a
flag flying from the top. "There," said he, "your aunt Debby, you know,
lives next to that white building. It is a straight road. I am sorry to
leave you. Keep out of the way of the horses, and go directly to her
house." Mr. Furlong then drove to Locust Point.

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Now after the two children had walked a short distance, they came to a
road which led across the road in which they were walking, and along
this cross-road were running boys and girls, some barefoot, some
bare-headed, some drawing baby carriages at such a rate that the babies
were nearly thrown out; and all that these boys and girls would say was,
"Baker's cart! baker's cart!" At last Obed and Orah found out that a
baker's cart had upset in coming through the woods, and had left
first-rate things to eat scattered all about. Our two children found a
whole half sheet of gingerbread, which was not sandy, to speak of; and
as they sat eating it, they looked through some bushes down a hill, and
saw there something which looked like a molasses cooky. They scrambled
down, the blackberry vines doing damage to their clothes, and found two
molasses cookies, and each took one. But before Orah had finished hers
she leaned her head on a grassy hummock, and fell asleep. When she
awoke, sad to relate, they turned the wrong way, and went farther and
farther and farther into the woods. After walking a long time, they came
to a brook, and stopped there to drink. They had to lie flat on the
ground, and suck up the water. Orah took off her shoes and stockings,
because there was sand in them, and dipped her feet in the brook. Obed
pulled hard, but he could not pull her stockings on over her wet feet,
and she had to carry them and her shoes in her hand. The woods became
thicker as the children walked on, and the trees taller. Obed began to
cry. "Oh dear!" he said; "we are lost! we are lost!"

"Oh, I want to see my ma!