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The Story Of A Young Orphan In Switzerland

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he had been quietly watching Peter as he came down the mountain very much as the wheel chair had done.
Peter jumped to his feet. New fear seized him. Now the baker must know that the chair had been pushed. Without looking back once, Peter ran up the mountain again.
He would have preferred to go home now and creep into his bed, so that no one could find him, for he felt safest there. But he had left the goats up in the pas­ture, and the uncle had impressed it upon him to come back soon, that the flock might not be alone too long. He feared the uncle more than any one else, and had such respect for him that he had never dared to disobey him. Peter groaned aloud and limped on, for it had to be; he was obliged to go back up the mountain again. But he could not run any longer; his anxiety and the many knocks that he had received could not fail to affect him. So he went on limping and groaning up the Aim.
Herr Sesemann had reached the first hut shortly after meeting Peter, and knew then that he was on the right path. He climbed on with renewed zeal and at last, after long, tiresome exertion, he saw his goal before him. There stood the Aim hut and the dark branches of the old fir trees swaying above it.
Herr Sesemann climbed the last part of the way with delight, for he was soon to surprise his child. But the father had already been seen and recognized by the company in front of the hut, and something was in store for him which he had never suspected.
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