. St. Nicholas [serial]. an to sniff at it. Thelittle girl threw herself full length on the benchso as to cover up the corn. Lady pricked upher ears and looked at the little girl in she stretched out her neck, put her noseagainst the brave defender of the corn, andquietly rolled her off on the ground. Then she nodded her proud head and winkedat the little girl as much as to say, Well,who s the smartest ? The next moment shehad two ears of that nice sugar corn in hermouth and walked off to enjoy them under atree. The little girl picked herself up and lookedafter Lady. She was not sur
. St. Nicholas [serial]. an to sniff at it. Thelittle girl threw herself full length on the benchso as to cover up the corn. Lady pricked upher ears and looked at the little girl in she stretched out her neck, put her noseagainst the brave defender of the corn, andquietly rolled her off on the ground. Then she nodded her proud head and winkedat the little girl as much as to say, Well,who s the smartest ? The next moment shehad two ears of that nice sugar corn in hermouth and walked off to enjoy them under atree. The little girl picked herself up and lookedafter Lady. She was not sure whether sheought to laugh or cry, but she was wise enoughto choose to laugh. We all loved Lady, and when, after years offaithful service, she left us, as all our pets mustdo, we mourned her loss. She was like one ofthe family. It did not seem right at all tospeak of her as a horse. She seemed justlike one of ourselves. What Lady was to us you can make yourown horse by treating it kindly and as a friend. Vol. XXXI. WHEN THE BIRDS WERE OUR GUESTS. (A True Story of My Childhood.) By F. E. Hawson. HAT was a dry yearin Australia. Allthrough the wintermonths, except forlight showers whichlaid the dust, therehad been no rain, came, the fierce sunblazed down upon a barered earth from which theparched herbage had longsince been swept away by the strong north wind,leaving nothing but the dry stumps of the tuftedgrass. The sheep died in hundreds, and thecattle found scant nourishment by feeding uponthe acrid leaves of the bush shrubs. In the middle of January a day came whichwas the climax of that awful summer. After astifling, breathless night, the sun rose like agreat red ball, growing hotter and fiercer as heascended in the heavens, until at noon the airscorched the flesh like the blast from a fur-nace. Even the leaves of the hardy gum-treesrustled and crackled and withered with theintense heat, while the sandalwood-trees, thewattle and cassia bushes, with each s
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