The Eldest Boy, However, Never Forgot
The Name Of His Parent, And The Manner In Which He Had Been Lost,
And Took The First Opportunity Of Making His Escape, And Travelling
Back To The Home Of His Childhood.
"When he made himself known to his mother, who was a widow, but
still resided upon the same spot,
He was so dark and Indian-like,
that she could not believe that he was her son, until he brought to
her mind a little incident, that, forgotten by her, had never left
his memory.
"Mother, don't you remember saying to me on that afternoon, 'Ned,
you need not look for the cows in the swamp, they went off towards
the big hill.'
"The delighted mother clapsed him in her arms, exclaiming, 'You say
truly, - you are indeed my own, my long lost son!'"
End of Roughing it in the Bush, by Susanna Moodie
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