. St. Nicholas [serial]. cter. Itwould be neither the Englishman nor thecollege boy that would take such a ceremonyaltogether seriously. To the astonishment of the grave Alice andto the delight of Barbara, just as Magdalensbells began to ring, the undergraduates seizedone anothers caps and gowns, and sent themflying over the tower battlements. The black-winged gowns looked like huge birds flutteringand circling in the air. The fun was greatwhen a cap alighted on a high roof or a gownfloated gracefully into a tree-top. This was oneof the eagerly awaited opportunities of the col-lege scout, who
. St. Nicholas [serial]. cter. Itwould be neither the Englishman nor thecollege boy that would take such a ceremonyaltogether seriously. To the astonishment of the grave Alice andto the delight of Barbara, just as Magdalensbells began to ring, the undergraduates seizedone anothers caps and gowns, and sent themflying over the tower battlements. The black-winged gowns looked like huge birds flutteringand circling in the air. The fun was greatwhen a cap alighted on a high roof or a gownfloated gracefully into a tree-top. This was oneof the eagerly awaited opportunities of the col-lege scout, who turned a penny by rescuingstray caps and gowns. Alice and Barbara walked back to the Ban- bury Road. To some of the slumbering house-hold the night was not yet over, and the Ameri-can maidens had still the sense of an escapade,spite of the presence of an English they lifted theheavy gate-latch, andstealthily they fitted thekey into the great housedoor. Theytheir candle again, andstole upstairs through the. CAPS and gowns over the tower battlements. darkened house, just as the clocks were strik-ing six. Do you feel more like a ghost or a burglar ? whispered Barbara. Am I walking in my sleep ? Alice mur-mured. Was that music in a dream ? THE COMING AND THE GOING OF PETE. By Noah Brooks. He came to us in one of the solitary placesof the Platte River valley, in western were five of us, four young men and aboy of fifteen, on our way across the conti-nent from the Missouri to the Sacramento. Inthose days—for this was many, many years ago — there was no way of crossing the Great Plainsbut that of following the trail afoot, with ox-teams, horseback, or other simple means oftravel. In crossing the plains, men first had thetrackless wilderness to penetrate ; next came thetrace, showing where a few wayfarers hadpassed; then the trail was formed by many feetturned toward the west; after that was thewagon-track made by the emigrant-wagons ofgold-seekers bo
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