Bluff Crag

Bluff Crag, by Mrs. George
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Title: Bluff Crag or, A Good Word Costs Nothing
Author: Mrs. George Cupples

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BLUFF CRAG;
Or,
A Good Word Costs Nothing.
A Tale for the Young.
by
MRS. GEORGE CUPPLES,
Author of "The Story of Our Doll," "The Little Captain," Etc., Etc.

London: T. Nelson and Sons, Paternoster Row; Edinburgh; and New
York. 1872.

[Illustration: A SCENE AT BLUFF CRAG.]

BLUFF CRAG.

"This is such a capital night for a story, papa," said Robert Lincoln to
his father, who had laid away his newspaper and seemed inclined to
take an extra forty winks.
"Indeed, Robert," said Mr. Lincoln, smiling, "I wonder if you would
ever tire of hearing stories. I don't think I have one left; you and Lily
have managed to exhaust my store."
"O papa, please don't say that," cried Lily, who was putting away her
school-books on their proper shelf at the end of the room. "I am sure, if
you shut your eyes and think very hard for a few minutes, you will be
sure to find one."
"Very well, then, I shall try," said Mr. Lincoln; "perhaps there may be
one among the cobwebs in my brain." Covering his face over with his
newspaper, Mr. Lincoln lay back in his chair, and the children,
drawing their stools closer to the fire, waited in patience to see the
result of his meditation. It soon became evident, however, by his
breathing, which became louder and longer, that Mr. Lincoln was
falling asleep, and when at last he gave a loud snore, Robert could
stand it no longer, and springing up, pulled the newspaper away,
exclaiming,--
"O papa, you were actually going to sleep! You'll never find the story if
you do!"
"I think, after all, I must_ have dropped over," said Mr. Lincoln,
rubbing his eyes; "but you are wrong in thinking I couldn't find a story
in my sleep, for I was just in the middle of such a nice one, when you
wakened me, and, lo and behold, I found it was a dream."
"Oh, do tell us what you dreamed, papa," said Lily. "Your dreams are
so funny sometimes. I think I like them better than the real stories."
"But it was only a bit of a dream. Bob there in his impatience knocked
off the end, and I think it was going to be a very entertaining one."
"I'll tell you how you can manage, papa," said Lily earnestly, "you can

make an end to it as you go along: you do tell us such nice stories out
of your head."
Mrs. Lincoln having come into the room with the two younger children,
a chair was placed for her and baby beside Mr. Lincoln. Little Dick
trotted off to Robert's knee, and the dog, Charley, hearing that a story
was going to be told, laid himself down on the rug before the fire, at
Lily's feet.
[Illustration: WAITING FOR PAPA'S STORY.]
"It's a very strange story, mamma," said Robert. "Papa fell asleep for
two or three minutes, and dreamed the beginning of it. I am so sorry I
wakened him; but he gave such a loud snore, I never thought he could
be dreaming when he did that."
"Ah, but you are wrong there," said Mr. Lincoln, laughing; "you will
hear the reason of the snore very soon. Well, then, to begin--but how
can I begin? Lily likes stories to set out with 'Once upon a time;' and
you, Master Bob, like me to mention the hero's name, and tell you how
old he is, and describe him particularly. Now, in this case, I can do
neither."
"You will require to say, Once upon a time, when I was taking 'forty
winks,'" said Mrs. Lincoln, laughing. "I cannot see how you are to
relate this strange story without a beginning."
"Neither can I," said Mr. Lincoln. "You know everything