St Nicholas [serial] . heir comrades, for there was now room enoughfor them all. But instead they went to thecoast of Cartagena. The pirates left on the island by their heart-less companions were rescued by a buccaneer-ing vessel, but LOlonnois had now reachedthe end of his wicked career. On the shores where he landed he did prosperous villages and peaceful inhabi-tants to be robbed, but instead of these he cameupon a fierce tribe of Indians, who were called by the Spaniards Bravos, or wild people would never have anything to dowith the whites. It was impossible to conquerth
St Nicholas [serial] . heir comrades, for there was now room enoughfor them all. But instead they went to thecoast of Cartagena. The pirates left on the island by their heart-less companions were rescued by a buccaneer-ing vessel, but LOlonnois had now reachedthe end of his wicked career. On the shores where he landed he did prosperous villages and peaceful inhabi-tants to be robbed, but instead of these he cameupon a fierce tribe of Indians, who were called by the Spaniards Bravos, or wild people would never have anything to dowith the whites. It was impossible to conquerthem or to pacify them. They hated white had heard of LOlonnois and his bucca-neers, and when they found this notorious pirateupon their shores they were filled with a furysuch as they had never felt toward any othersof his race. Nearly all of the buccaneers were killed, andLOlonnois, being taken prisoner, was put todeath with most cruel tortures — a fate of whichhe had no right to complain. {To be continued.). By Carolyn Wells Pollys patchwork—oh, dear me! — Truly is a sight to see. Rumpled, crumpled, soiled, and », frayed — 0^ Will the quilt be ever made ? ^j0See the stitches yawning / wide — (V/ Can it be that Polly tried ? yiSome are right and some A^ are wrong,Some too short and some too long,Some too loose ._ and some >: P » t. y . too tight; /^T^-C Jllflp Grimy smudges on the white, And a tiny spot of red Where poor Pollys finger bled. A DAY DREAM. Strange such pretty, dainty blocks —Bits of Pollys summer frocks —Should have proved so hard to sew,And the cause of so much woe! One day it was very hot,And the thread got in a knot,Drew the seam up in a heap —Polly calmly fell she had a lovely dream:Straight and even was the seam,Pure and spotless was the white;All the blocks were finished quite —Each joined to another , behold! the quilt was done,—Lined and quilted,— and it seemedTo cover Polly as she dreamed! 395
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