. St. Nicholas [serial]. Land of Long-Ago;On deck are sights of days gone by, By distance beautified;And Yesterday reigneth there supreme, With Memory by her side. White foam and glad stars And the visions fade and die;And a golden ship lifts oer the crests, From the Land of By-and-By;Her sailors, they are merry men, And all her deck is fair;And To-morrow sits on a jeweled throne, With Hope in attendance there. Cold sea, and a gray dawn, And the visions pass away;And a dark hulk sadly drifts, black-sailed. From the Land of Work-a-Day;There, chained, beneath the gaolers eye, Are Hope and Memory
. St. Nicholas [serial]. Land of Long-Ago;On deck are sights of days gone by, By distance beautified;And Yesterday reigneth there supreme, With Memory by her side. White foam and glad stars And the visions fade and die;And a golden ship lifts oer the crests, From the Land of By-and-By;Her sailors, they are merry men, And all her deck is fair;And To-morrow sits on a jeweled throne, With Hope in attendance there. Cold sea, and a gray dawn, And the visions pass away;And a dark hulk sadly drifts, black-sailed. From the Land of Work-a-Day;There, chained, beneath the gaolers eye, Are Hope and Memory;The ruler there is called To-day, The guard, Reality. AN OUTING ADVENTURE(A True Story) BY NANCY CLAIRE GLAVE (AGE 14) (Silver Badge) One afternoon, when Daddy was out rabbit-hunting,he heard a deep baying in the distance. Knowing thatdogs use a different tone when hunting rabbits, he de-cided to hide and find out, if he could, what animal itwas. He hid behind a clump of bushes near an open 1921] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 955. BY MELISSA STEELE, AGE 15(SILVER BADGE) BY HELEN E. SEASHORE, AGE 14 NEIGHBORS BY HELEN F. CORSON, AGE 14(SILVER BADGE) space. The baying grew louder and louder, when sud-denly a little fox came bounding into the open gave three distinct jumps in a triangle, and theninstantly hid in the thicket, opposite where my fatherwas. Daddy almost shot him, as he would have been aneasy mark, but, being curious to see what would happen,he waited. The hound kept hot on Reynards trail untilhe came to the place where the first jump started, butthere he lost the scent. Then, turning about, he wentbaying back the way he had come. A little red facepeered over the bushes and looked after the runningfigure. Then Master Reynard came into full view. Once again Daddys hand went to his gun; but he didnot fire, thinking it hardly fair, as the wind was awayfrom him and the little fox would have no warning ofapproaching danger. Then, too, he thought the cunninganimal had earned
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