. St. Nicholas [serial]. ISLAND. BY WILLIA NELSON (AGE 16). Coward Island! A strange name, certainly, foran island. Events make history, tis said, andevents or circumstances are often the means of namingplaces of infinitely more importance than this little island. It is a beautiful place, nestlingthat one might step across. Thepebbles between with a rippling,gurgling sound, sparkling in thesunlight, sometimes colored, againclear, and ever hurrying on andon to reach the great river thatflows to the ocean. The island is a treasure-houseof beauty in many forms. Thepebbly shore is strewn with shel
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ISLAND. BY WILLIA NELSON (AGE 16). Coward Island! A strange name, certainly, foran island. Events make history, tis said, andevents or circumstances are often the means of namingplaces of infinitely more importance than this little island. It is a beautiful place, nestlingthat one might step across. Thepebbles between with a rippling,gurgling sound, sparkling in thesunlight, sometimes colored, againclear, and ever hurrying on andon to reach the great river thatflows to the ocean. The island is a treasure-houseof beauty in many forms. Thepebbly shore is strewn with shellsof different kinds and of manysizes—the snail, the mussel, and,most curious of all, the petrifiedshell, which is found everywherehere, especially along the water-courses. It is round and deep,with lines on the outside—a formnever seen here alive. On thisrock are several leeches, and inthis clear pool a crawdad isidly lying. It is, I believe, themost interesting specimen of wa- close to the bankIater flows over the. But sunshinenear;The little showers are thedry earths drink,And the shine is the food,my dear. The sunshine comes peep-ing behind the clouds,And with it comes helpand cheer;The raindrops are over,the showers are gone,And the sunshine is here, my for the drops and little showers,No streamlets would ripple clear;And May would come without her do you see, my dear ? RANDY, A REAL COWARD. BY KATHERINE TAYLOR (AGE 12). Our little dog Randy is agreat blusterer. He will standand bark until we can almosthear him say, If you dare comea step nearer, I 11 eat you up, /bones and all. He is especiallybrave and blustering with any onehe has a grudge standing by the railroadtrack and barking is very differentfrom being alone with me out ona walk in the country, far fromhome, where the silence and loneliness of Wyoming awe him intocowardice. Let the smallest coy-ote raise his voice in the weakestwail, and Randy will fly to me forprotection, bark
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