. St. Nicholas [serial] . eto the rolling prairie, orrather pasture, for it is fenced, but no one can see tothe opposite side. The cattle were peacefully grazing onthe short grass, with looks of contentment on their , on, till in the distance we saw the hills, pointed,rounded, of many shapes and sizes, and the blue hazethat is always upon them made them appear weird andspectral. The hills are not very large, but what they lackin size is made up in number. There is a scraggy cedar on the side of a bluff, grow-ing among large slabs of blue flint, and here are clumpsof wild currant and go
. St. Nicholas [serial] . eto the rolling prairie, orrather pasture, for it is fenced, but no one can see tothe opposite side. The cattle were peacefully grazing onthe short grass, with looks of contentment on their , on, till in the distance we saw the hills, pointed,rounded, of many shapes and sizes, and the blue hazethat is always upon them made them appear weird andspectral. The hills are not very large, but what they lackin size is made up in number. There is a scraggy cedar on the side of a bluff, grow-ing among large slabs of blue flint, and here are clumpsof wild currant and gooseberry bushes, whose leavesare already yellowing. Bunches of prickly-pear weregrowing on rocky places where even the buffalo-grasscould not take root. There was the pond, situated on a draw. It islarge enough to be called a lake, though of course it isonly a pond in Kansas. The waves, in never-endingsuccession, beat against the mossy rock-work of the damwith a hollow, mournful sound. A green water-snake, (silver badge.). A SUMMER SNAP-SHOT. BY ADA H. GARRISON, 1902.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. I045 sunning itself on the bank,glided noiselessly into thewater as we approached. Peace and quiet wereeverywhere, only occasion-ally disturbed by the distantlowing of cattle and thequick, sharp buzz made bya grasshopper flying throughthe air. The day passed all tooquickly for us shadows made by thehills grew longer, and theblue haze deepened intogray. The sun slowly sank fromsight, leaving a fading pinkglow behind, as we, withour hands full of speci-mens, journeyed home-ward from the Flint Hills. @>&*m^> Lfpm^^M\
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