. St. Nicholas [serial]. incident to them. Far to the right stood a young man but a few years over twenty, the tallest and strongestof them all. A casual observer might have called himhomely, but the dark eyes were so honest and frank,the mouth so determined, yet tender, and the wholeface so full of rugged health and intelligence, that itmust have been a cold heart indeed which did not soonfeel admiration, forgetful of the awkwardness, the bighands, and coarse black hair. As this man stood there, hardly mindful of the sceneabout him, he became suddenly aware of the fact thatfully three quarter
. St. Nicholas [serial]. incident to them. Far to the right stood a young man but a few years over twenty, the tallest and strongestof them all. A casual observer might have called himhomely, but the dark eyes were so honest and frank,the mouth so determined, yet tender, and the wholeface so full of rugged health and intelligence, that itmust have been a cold heart indeed which did not soonfeel admiration, forgetful of the awkwardness, the bighands, and coarse black hair. As this man stood there, hardly mindful of the sceneabout him, he became suddenly aware of the fact thatfully three quarters of the volunteers had groupedthemselves about him. He could not immediatelyrealize that in this way they signified that they wishedhim as their captain. But when it dawned upon him,his eyes shone with a new light and he felt a glad warmthcreep through him. Years after this, Abraham Lincoln said that at noneof the other and greater successes of his life did he feelmore proud and happy than he did at this, his first AT THE CORNER. BY FRANCIS DONALDSON, JR., AGE 12(SILVER BADGE) IN HARVEST-TIME (Suggested by a cartoon in The Chicago Tribune) BY MARGARET W. HALL (AGE 14) (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won May. 1921)When the day dawns cool and crisply And the forests all ablaze;When the noons are still and drowsy And the sky-line veiled with haze;When the pumpkins huge and golden And the com is in the shock;Then to hill and vale and forest The eery wee folk flock. When the twilight gathers deeply In the corn-field, neath the tree,And the golden moon peeps softly On the timid folk and me;Then there come to this old meadow Deeds and scenes of long ago:The corn-shock is a wigwam; Pumpkins, camp-fires all a-glow. And around this dusky village Are the war-dance and the game;Here the old chief tells of battles In which he won his at length their shapes grow dimmer And the phantoms steal away;The wigwams stand as corn-shocks, Round which soft shadows play. 1048 ST. NICHOLAS LEA
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