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Title: The Adventures of Little Bewildered Henry
The Extraordinary Adventures Of Poor Little Bewildered Henry,
Who was shut up in an Old Abbey for Three Weeks:
A Story Founded On Fact

Author: Anonymous

Release Date: February 8, 2004 [EBook #10987]

Language: English

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LITTLE BEWILDERED HENRY.

By The Author Of
_Nothing At All_, &c. &c.

[Illustration: FRONTISPIECE. _See Page 9_]

The Extraordinary Adventures Of Poor Little Bewildered Henry,
_Who was shut up in an old Abbey for Three Weeks_.

A Story Founded On Fact.
by
The Author Of "Nothing At All," Etc.

1850.

The Adventures Of _Little Bewildered Henry_

[Illustration]

"Oh, mamma! mamma! where is you, mamma?" sobbed little Henry, a sweet
child of three years old, as he stood in the lawn, opposite the door,
with the wind blowing his pretty hair and clothes all about him: "Oh,
mamma! mamma! where is you? I don't know where is you, my own mamma."

"What are you crying for?" said Bill Boldface, a naughty boy in the
village, "eh, what are you crying for, you bold puppy? It's a good
scelping you want. Don't you know what a scelping is, my boy?----a
good whipping."

"No, no! me don't want a whipping, me don't want a whipping; me want
mamma. Oh! where is you, my own mamma?"

"Well, she's gone into the wood there; and, if you don't make haste
and run after her, a big pig that's there under the tree, all bloody,
with long ears and cocked tail, will eat her. Run, my boy: that's
right: run, now, run."

Poor little Henry, much more alarmed for his mamma than for himself,
flew into the wood with the hope of saving her; and having run a good
way without stopping, calling all the time for his dear mamma, he
tripped against a tree and fell: but quickly recovering, he stood up
and continued his race, till, quite exhausted, he sat down on the
grass, and there continued panti