. Good stories for great birthdays, arranged for story-telling and reading aloud and for the children's own reading. bucking is impossi-ble. And, when at last, he was driven back tosolid earth, he was like a lamb. In this rough life of the range, the young ranch-man conquered for ever the physical weaknessesof his youth, and put on that rude strength whichenabled him to stand before the world, a modelof vigorous manhood. James Morgan {Arranged) SAGAMORE HILL His Home at Oyster BayFrom RooseveWa Autobiography Sagamore Hill takes its name from the oldSagamore Mohannis, who, as Chief of his littl
. Good stories for great birthdays, arranged for story-telling and reading aloud and for the children's own reading. bucking is impossi-ble. And, when at last, he was driven back tosolid earth, he was like a lamb. In this rough life of the range, the young ranch-man conquered for ever the physical weaknessesof his youth, and put on that rude strength whichenabled him to stand before the world, a modelof vigorous manhood. James Morgan {Arranged) SAGAMORE HILL His Home at Oyster BayFrom RooseveWa Autobiography Sagamore Hill takes its name from the oldSagamore Mohannis, who, as Chief of his littletribe, signed away his rights to the land, twocenturies and a half ago. The house stands right on the top of the hill,separated by fields and belts of woodland fromall other houses, and looks out over the Bay andthe Sound. We see the sun go down beyond long reachesof land and of water. Many birds dwell in thetrees round the house or in the pastures and thewoods near by. And, of course, in Winter gulls,loons, and wild fowl frequent the waters of theBay and the Sound. We love all the seasons; the snows and bare. ^^^^^^^^^^^ •- Nw,4 ^rL^> ROOSEVELT BREAKING DEVIL SAGAMORE HILL 51 woods of Winter; the rush of growing things andthe blossom-spray of Spring; the yellow grain,the ripening fruits, and tasseled corn, and thedeep, leafy shades that are heralded by thegreen dance of Summer; and the sharp fallwinds that tear the brilliant banners with whichthe trees greet the dying year. The Sound is always lovely. In the summernights, we watch it from the piazza, and see thelights of the tall Fall River boats as they steamsteadily by. Now and then we spend a day onit, the two of us together in the light rowing skiff,or perhaps with one of the boys to pull an extrapair of oars. We land for lunch at noon underwind-beaten oaks on the edge of a [low bluff, oramong the wild plum bushes on a spit of whitesand; while the sails of the coasting schoonersgleam in the sunlight, and the tolling
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