StNicholas [serial] . VELYN CALDWELL, AGE 14. Way ahead of us, a mere spot among the pines, isTeepee Lodge, our destination. When we arrive there, weget out, shake off the dust, and say: Well, have nt we had a lovely drive? GROWING THINGS BY ALICE M. MAC RAE (AGE l6)(Silver Badge) Oh, I am a child of the country, and I love not the cities grim,My heart is akin to the wild things, and the woodlands vast and dim,Where the winds and the brook make music, and, faint from his cool retreat,Comes the voice of the thrush at even, in a madrigal wild and sweet. Oh, I am a child of the country, and the o
StNicholas [serial] . VELYN CALDWELL, AGE 14. Way ahead of us, a mere spot among the pines, isTeepee Lodge, our destination. When we arrive there, weget out, shake off the dust, and say: Well, have nt we had a lovely drive? GROWING THINGS BY ALICE M. MAC RAE (AGE l6)(Silver Badge) Oh, I am a child of the country, and I love not the cities grim,My heart is akin to the wild things, and the woodlands vast and dim,Where the winds and the brook make music, and, faint from his cool retreat,Comes the voice of the thrush at even, in a madrigal wild and sweet. Oh, I am a child of the country, and the orchard knows my tread,When the boughs shine white with blossoms, and the budslie pink and , we stop and gather large bunches of blossoms, with And hand in hand, in the moonlight, go my souls belovedwhich we decorate our horse and carriage. and I, Again we drive for miles through dry and desolate And we need no words to question, no words to makeregions where queer little prairie-dogs sit up at the mouth KEEPING COOL. BY JULIA S. LA BAU, AGE 13. niums! And when we come to a particularly lovely garden igio.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 953 Oh, I am a child of the country, and I love the fields at morn,Where the air comes fresh and fragrant, and the joy of the day is born ;Loud carols the cheerful robin to the linnet over the way,And the growing things, and the birds, and I welcome the dawn of day. MY CHOICE-WALKING BY ADELINA LONGAKER (AGE 14) Some people prefer motoring, that rapid way of traveling —a whirl of dust, a toot-toot, and the pedestrian is leftbehind. They enjoy the feeling that they are going fasterthan any animal can. And others, driving behind twospirited horses. But I prefer walking. The quickeningpulse, the expansion of the lungs, and the feeling of exul-tation, alone make a walk a pleasure. You also see somuch more than if you drive or motor. The many quiet,yet beautiful, flowering plants are left unseen as you go fly-ing by in an auto. If you walk, yo
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