Six Little Bunkers at Uncle Fred's

the door of the sitting room where the six little Bunkers, Uncle Fr

e Fred. "They don't come in packages, unless there's a lot o

but a special delivery lad from the post-office,

said the ranchman after he had given the

springs so I'd learn something about the queer one on my ranch," Uncle Fred said to Daddy Bunker. "I heard about this book, sen

y out of the book?" aske

any stories in this book,"

ll us one?" a

boys!" exc

ans!" add

a story, if I tried real hard,

g aside the book that the special delivery messenger had br

"stampede," and how he and his cowboys had to ride after them on ponies

ked Russ, his eyes wide op

was hard work," a

elds, where he pastured his cattle, grew long grass. When this get

Rose, when her uncle had told a

f the fire. When the flames got to the bare ground there was nothing for them to burn, and the wind

house on your ra

aughed Uncle Fred. "What

like the

to myself where I live with Captain Roy, and there is another house where the cowboys live. Then there is still a

ed Russ. "Is he an old so

is retired now, and he helps me at the ranch. He is a partner of mine, and he looks aft

rry up and get out

to is-bed!" laughed Mother Bunker. "Go to bed now, and morni

d their mother, unless they forgot and did something she had

hey called, one after anoth

ere properly undressed and covered up. Uncle Fred st

sometimes ran out in the night, no one knew where, and he was speaking about

make Ru

Mother!" answered the voi

owboy, and he says I've got to be an Indian, and h

do it-not yet-di

you're

am

o! You sai

I would if y

g will come quick, and we can go to Uncle Fred's," we

et and go to sleep!

and Russ settled down in bed and nothi

rly asked Rose, when she c

red her mother. "What ma

ck home, and I couldn't see him any more

tly up behind her and caught her up in his arms. "I'm going to stay

of his wonderful stories of the West. And he was glad to tell them, for he liked the childre

addy Bunker, after breakfast, "I must begin to think o

like it," sa

ke it out at my plac

"But now to think of packing. It's su

tores there, and you can buy what you can't take with you. Besides, you won't need much for the children. Let them

s about my spring, and attend to some other business. Do you

ried Mrs. Bunker. "I'll need a

wo weeks from to-day, at ten o'clock in the mor

came in just in time to

house singing, as she almost always did, helped her mother as much as she could. Russ went about whistling, but he did not h

that, Russ! I told y

ng, Norah?" as

table and tying them on hi

his mother. "Why are you doing such a

anch wear on their boots," said Russ. "Spurs are sharp and so are forks, so

t look much like spurs and, moreover, that she did

o his sorrow. But he soon found something else

e West with the six little Bunkers. Meanwhile Uncle Fred and Daddy Bunker had been kept busy; the ranchman attending to his

nd them to them," said Uncle Fred. "So I'll do that. I've b

Daddy Bunker. "I often take pict

s closed for a long vacation and the family was on the porch, waiting fo

fore the start of every trip. "Oh, where's Margy?" she suddenly cried,

en there a little whi