Lost on the Fells

Lost on the Fells by L.L. Weedon

Harriet, seven years old, is sent by her mother to take her little sister Sally for a walk on the fells on a soft Autumn afternoon, with instructions to return by tea-time, when there will be a cake in the oven. Harriet leads Sally up the sheep-walk around the hill, pausing to eat blackberries and gather colored leaves, until a thick white mist rolls down the mountainside and swallows the path. Harriet tries to turn back toward home, but Sally wants to go round the other way as their mother said, and soon the mist grows so dense and dark that the girls lose the path entirely, stumbling over crags and stones. When Sally tires, Harriet carries her on her back. Exhausted and unable to find the way, Harriet finally sits down against a stone, wraps her own petticoat around Sally's cold legs, and holds her close, singing until the child falls asleep. The mist eventually lifts under a red harvest moon and stars, revealing they are back near their starting point by the blackberry bush. Harriet carries the sleeping Sally down into the village, where she finds the street full of searching men with lanterns and the minister standing with her distraught mother at the door. Harriet announces they are safe, insists Sally is warm and untired because she carried her the whole way, and dismisses her own exhaustion as unimportant since she is "a big girl." The minister, struck by her thin, cold face beside Sally's rosy one, praises Harriet's mother and tells Harriet that, judging by spirit and heroism, there is no doubt at all which child showed more.

By L.L. Weedon · First published 1913 · Genre: Children's Literature, Coming-of-Age Fiction, Adventure Fiction · 1,504 words

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IT was a soft Autumn day -- and the dying grass looked yellow on the fells. Beyond, and above them, the mountains rose in great wide sweeps, with misty caps hiding the summits. Down in the village street a woman was standing in the doorway of a small house with a little girl.

"Just take her a bit of a run, Harriet," she said to an elder child, who was standing patiently in the roadway, "but don't tire her, like a good little lass -- nor yourself neither -- you know your way over the low fell, and you'll be back by tea-time. The washing'll be done by then, and I won't say but what you'll find a cake in the oven."

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lost children · fells · mountains · mist · sisters · sibling love · autumn · responsibility · courage · self-sacrifice · heroism · children's literature

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