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Updated: May 7, 2025
There was no time to say more, for the snowball battle was again raging, more furiously than ever. The balls flew on all sides, and grown folks, coming in that direction, kept out of the way as much as possible. "Here comes old Mammy Shrader!" cried Snap, presently. "We must be careful not to hit her." The woman he referred to was old and feeble and very short sighted.
She had a faded shawl over her shoulders and carried a market basket on one arm. She went out nursing among the poor people and was well known throughout the entire neighborhood. As the old woman came on a snowball was thrown at her from the other side of the street. "Say, don't do that!" called out Snap, angrily. "Leave Mammy Shrader alone!"
"He's a coward," was Giant's comment. "I wish I had got a whack at him. He is much larger than I am, but I am not afraid of him." While this scene was transpiring Shep and Whopper had helped old Mammy Shrader to a seat on the porch of a house not far from where she had gone down. The old woman complained of a pain in her side and it was next to impossible for her to take another step.
A committee of Union officers then confined in Libby, consisting of General Neal Dow, Colonel Alexander von Shrader, Lieut.-Colonel Joseph F. Boyd, and Colonel Harry White, having been selected by the Confederates to supervise the distribution of the donation, Colonel White had, by a shrewd bit of finesse, "confiscated" a fine rope by which one of the bales was tied, and this he now presented to Colonel Rose.
"I didn't." "He was seen several b'ys saw him," put in Samuel O'Brien. "I er it was an accident," stammered Carl, quailing before the stern gaze of his parent. "The er the snowball slipped. It didn't hit Mammy Shrader hard, and she fell down of her own account, not because of the snowball." "She says th' snowball knocked her down," said Samuel O'Brien.
Other members of the committee, immortalized by the streets named after them, were Clayton, Ashbury, Cole, Shrader, and Stanyan. The story of the development of Golden Gate Park is well known. The beauty and charm are more eloquent than words, and John McLaren, ranks high among the city's benefactors.
Snap volunteered to go with the grocer, and between them they soon had Mammy Shrader at her home and lying on a couch. Shep hurried home and told his father the particulars of what had occurred. "I will drive over and see her," said the doctor, and as his horse was hitched up he went immediately. "She is suffering from a sprain and from the jar," said the physician, after an examination.
"It's him as is wantin' to kill old Mammy Shrader." "Why, what do you mean, sir?" demanded Mr. Dudder, in amazement. "Sure an' wasn't it Carl as knocked the old lady down to-day and laid her on a sick bed, wid a doctor, an' me wife to nurse her till she gits betther? Sure it's a bastly shame, so it is, an' Carl will go to the lock-up onless ye pay all the bills." "I do not understand you."
"I don't want to go to her house," said Carl. Mr. Dudder lost no time in paying Mammy Shrader a visit, and then he called on Doctor Reed. When he came home again he was very angry. "Carl, I have a good mind to punish you severely," he said. "I did not think you would treat a woman as Mrs. Shrader has been treated.
"Thin I'll be after explainin'," answered Samuel O'Brien, and gave his story in full, to which Mr. Dudder listened in a nervous fashion. Then Carl was called into the room. "What do you mean by making trouble in this fashion?" demanded Mr. Dudder wrathfully. "I didn't make trouble," said Carl, sullenly. "Sure an' he did that," said the Irishman. "Mr. O'Brien says you knocked Mrs. Shrader down."
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