Genevra Sisson Snedden

Biographical details

Genevra Sisson Snedden,  Docas (1899)

“ But Docas slipped in just ahead, hit the ball and sent it flying over his goal. Docas had fallen, but the other boys could not stop. They tumbled over Docas, and then in an instant there was a mixture of boys and sticks in a heap on the ground, with Docas at the bottom.
In a minute more, however, they were on their feet. Docas got up and laughed, although he had a big lump on his forehead. He was happy, for he had won the game. And more than that, Massea’s hand lay on his head for an instant, as he said, “My oldest son. He will be a man like his father some day.”
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Source: Gutenberg

Genevra Sisson Snedden,  Docas (1899)

“ While Massea was smearing the pitch around the trunk, Docas saw a bird at work in a tree near by.
“There is the woodpecker,” cried Docas, pointing to a woodpecker busily putting acorns away in his storehouse.
The woodpecker’s storehouse was not like Massea’s. Every summer the woodpecker pecks a great many holes just the size of an acorn in the bark of a tree. When fall comes, and the acorns are ripe, he puts the best ones in his holes. He hammers them in so tight that they do not often fall out.
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Source: Gutenberg

Genevra Sisson Snedden,  Docas (1899)

“ Docas watched Ama brush the tops of the grass with the flat basket. Every few minutes there would come a little rattle as Ama knocked the seeds down into the deep basket. “Just hear the grass-seed rattle down into the deep basket,” said Docas to himself.
The poppies were still asleep. Docas tried to poke some of them open, but they closed tightly again. He pulled some of the little green caps off the buds, but the little golden buds refused to open.
“They want the sun to drive away the mist before they wake up. Everything is sleepy this morning except mother. I think I’m sleepy myself.”
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Source: Gutenberg

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