At three years Clara Barton was taken a mile and one-half to school on the shoulders of her brother Stephen; at eleven years she ceased growing, then but five feet three inches. The Author.
When I found myself on a strange horse, in a trooper’s saddle, flying for life or liberty in front of pursuit, I blessed the baby lessons of the wild gallops among the beautiful colts.
Clara Barton.
Clara Barton—The memories of her childhood belong to our little town, and are our most precious heritage.
Mrs. Allen L. Joslyn, Oxford, Mass.
Remember that you were once a child, full of childish thoughts and actions. Clara Barton.
Sweetly wild
Were the scenes that charmed me when a child.
Lydia H. Sigourney.
The sports of children satisfy the child. Goldsmith.