They called it, "The little house on the hill" --
The cabin Dad erected in Idaho, the mill

Was still going strong, in the thirties when he built it,
A cook stove and a double bed just about filled it,

Just a fairly short climb from Grandma's house,
Built for privacy -- a new bride and spouse

Had to stay close to her parents' place then,
Grandma being poorly, Mother had to pitch in,

One day when Mother was alone with me --
A babe in arms, so frightened was she,

She grabbed me in her arms, I was just about one,
A cougar had screamed and down the hill she run,

Gave Grandma a scare to see her daughter so pale,
Mother always got the shivers when she told us all the tale.

by D. Edgar Murray