ELLEN WHITE AND BOSSY
In a little cottage on Fort Hill near the town of Gorham, Maine in America a little girl named Ellen was born. Ellen had a twin sister named Elizabeth and six other brothers and sisters. There was Caroline, Harriet, John, Mary, Sarah, Robert and lastly Ellen and Elizabeth.
The Harmon family were a close and loving family. Ellen and Elizabeth loved to play with their older brothers and sisters in the fields and meadows near their home. One of their favorite spots was the old Indian Fort. The fort had been built many years before by early settlers and wasn’t used anymore. The Harmon children loved to play Indians in the fort.
Ellen’s papa worked on the farm during the warm months of the year and when it got cold he sold hats. Each of the children had special chores they did at home and on the farm. Ellen’s special task on the farm was taking care of Bossy. Bossy was their old milk cow and she was more of a pet than a farm animal.
Ellen’s job was to take Bossy down to the pasture every morning. Bossy would spend the day in the meadow eating grass and sitting in the shade. Every evening before sunset Ellen would walk back to the pasture to find bossy and fetch her back to the barn. Bossy and Ellen became good friends during their daily walks together.
One day when Ellen came down to the field to take Bossy home she found that Bossy was missing. She walked through the field and down to the little stream calling Bossy’s name. In the distance, she heard a soft “Moooo”. Ellen walked towards the sound until she found bossy. But to her dismay, Bossy was firmly stuck in the mud in the middle of the stream.
“Oh dear,” Ellen said to herself “How am I going to get Bossy out?”. Looking around her she saw some grass and had an idea. Picking up a handful of grass she held it out to bossy. Poor Bossy was probably hungry and she ate up the grass quite greedily. The next time Ellen held the grass just a little bit away from Bossy. Bossy reached forward to try and grab the tasty treat and that’s when Ellen started to pull on her horn. “Come on girl!” she cried, still holding the grass out of Bossy’s reach and pulling on her horn, “Come on”. Bossy leaned forward after the grass and Ellen pulled with all her might. With a loud SLURRRP Bossy’s feet came unstuck and Ellen fell back giggling. A little while later Ellen and Bossy happily made their way back home to the barn.