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This is the first bed little Pamela Hollingworth had slept in for eight nights. Picnicking with her family in the woods near Mt. Chocorua, N.H., five-year-old Pam, dressed only in light overalls and sneakers, wandered off, got lost. For eight days her father, aided by CCC boys, State police, soldiers from Fort Devens, bloodhounds, airplanes, searched for her. It rained. At night there was frost. Late one afternoon, a searcher heard a weak little voice call "Hi, hi." There was Pam, sitting on the bank of a brook, a couple of miles from the spot where she had last been seen. Said she: "I have been lost since Sunday and I have drunk from the brook and everything."

Her father carried her back in his arms. Pam did not cry, but she was worried about having lost her blue hair ribbons. She had eaten nothing. At night she had crawled into a hole and covered herself with leaves. Her sneakers had to be cut off her swollen, frostbitten feet. She had lost about eight pounds. But she had survived. The reason she had was that she never got frightened, never exhausted herself, acted as sensibly as a human being could. The New York Daily News dubbed her "Little Miss Courage."