Driven Back to Eden

Driven Back to Eden

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Title: Driven Back to Eden
Author: E. P. Roe
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DRIVEN BACK TO EDEN
BY
E. P. ROE

THIS VOLUME
IS LOVINGLY DEDICATED TO
"JOHNNIE"

PREFACE
Months since, with much doubt and diffidence, I began this simple
story. I had never before written expressly for young people, and I
knew that the honest little critics could not be beguiled with words
which did not tell an interesting story. How far I have succeeded, the
readers of this volume, and of the "St. Nicholas" magazine, wherein the
tale appeared as a serial, alone can answer.
I have portrayed no actual experience, but have sought to present one
which might be verified in real life. I have tried to avoid all that would
be impossible or even improbable. The labors performed by the
children in the story were not unknown to my own hands, in childhood,
nor would they form tasks too severe for many little hands now idle in
the cities.
The characters are all imaginary; the scenes, in the main, are real: and I
would gladly lure other families from tenement flats into green
pastures.
E. P. R.

CORNWALL-ON-THE-HUDSON,
August 10, 1885.

CONTENTS

CHAPTER I
A PROBLEM
CHAPTER II
I STATE THE CASE
CHAPTER III
NEW PROSPECTS
CHAPTER IV
A MOMENTOUS EXPEDITION
CHAPTER V
A COUNTRY CHRISTMAS IN A CITY FLAT
CHAPTER VI
A BLUFF FRIEND
CHAPTER VII
MR. JONES SHOWS ME THE PLACE
CHAPTER VIII
TELLING ABOUT EDEN
CHAPTER IX
"BREAKING CAMP"
CHAPTER X
SCENES ON THE WHARF
CHAPTER XI
A VOYAGE UP THE HUDSON
CHAPTER XII
A MARCH EVENING IN EDEN
CHAPTER XIII
RESCUED AND AT HOME
CHAPTER XIV
SELF-DENIAL AND ITS REWARD
CHAPTER XV
OUR SUNNY KITCHEN

CHAPTER XVI
MAKING A PLACE FOR CHICKENS
CHAPTER XVII
GOOD BARGAINS IN MAPLE SUGAR
CHAPTER XVIII
BUTTERNUTS AND BOBSEY'S PERIL
CHAPTER XIX
JOHN JONES, JUN
CHAPTER XX
RASPBERRY LESSONS
CHAPTER XXI
THE "VANDOO"
CHAPTER XXII
EARLY APRIL GARDENING
CHAPTER XXIII
A BONFIRE AND A FEAST
CHAPTER XXIV
"NO BLIND DRIFTING"
CHAPTER XXV
OWLS AND ANTWERPS
CHAPTER XXVI
A COUNTRY SUNDAY
CHAPTER XXVII
STRAWBERRY VISIONS AND "PERTATERS"
CHAPTER XXVIII
CORN, COLOR, AND MUSIC
CHAPTER XXIX
WE GO A-FISHING
CHAPTER XXX
WEEDS AND WORKING FOR DEAR LIFE
CHAPTER XXXI
NATURE SMILES AND HELPS
CHAPTER XXXII
CHERRIES, BERRIES, AND BERRY-THIEVES

CHAPTER XXXIII
GIVEN HIS CHOICE
CHAPTER XXXIV
GIVEN A CHANCE
CHAPTER XXXV
"WE SHALL ALL EARN OUR SALT"
CHAPTER XXXVI
A THUNDERBOLT
CHAPTER XXXVII
RALLYING FROM THE BLOW
CHAPTER XXXVIII
AUGUST WORK AND PLAY
CHAPTER XXXIX
A TRIP TO THE SEASHORE
CHAPTER XL
A VISIT TO HOUGHTON FARM
CHAPTER XLI
HOARDING FOR WINTER
CHAPTER XLII
AUTUMN WORK AND SPORT
CHAPTER XLIII
THANKSGIVING DAY
CHAPTER XLIV
CAN MAKE A LIVING IN EDEN

DRIVEN BACK TO EDEN

CHAPTER I
A PROBLEM
"Where are the children?"
"They can't be far away," replied my wife, looking up from her
preparations for supper. "Bobsey was here a moment ago. As soon as

my back's turned he's out and away. I haven't seen Merton since he
brought his books from school, and I suppose Winnie is upstairs with
the Daggetts."
"I wish, my dear, you could keep the children at home more," I said, a
little petulantly.
"I wish you would go and find them for me now, and to-morrow take
my place--for just one day."
"Well, well," I said, with a laugh that had no mirth in it; "only one of
your wishes stands much chance of being carried out. I'll find the