. St. Nicholas [serial]. and passed all too quickly, withthe early morning strolls, the dip at eleven, the after-noon tramps, or quiet readings, and, best of all, thethrilling stories around the evening camp-fire. Father and Mother often planned a picnic on PictureRocks, rocks from which, tradition relates, CaptainFrye, chased by Indians, leaped into the lake, sixty feetor more below, and swam over to the island which nowbears his name. On these massive rocks are crudedrawings of hideous Indians, canoes, signs, and a pic-ture of Frye making his leap. We always lighted the camp-fire early, so t
. St. Nicholas [serial]. and passed all too quickly, withthe early morning strolls, the dip at eleven, the after-noon tramps, or quiet readings, and, best of all, thethrilling stories around the evening camp-fire. Father and Mother often planned a picnic on PictureRocks, rocks from which, tradition relates, CaptainFrye, chased by Indians, leaped into the lake, sixty feetor more below, and swam over to the island which nowbears his name. On these massive rocks are crudedrawings of hideous Indians, canoes, signs, and a pic-ture of Frye making his leap. We always lighted the camp-fire early, so that eveningsmight be as long as possible; and as darkness cameon, and the weird call of the loon came floating over thewater, we gathered closer to the crackling logs, to listento Uncles always-anticipated story. The stars peeped forth from the dark sky, the storyclosed, and later, long after the good nights had beensaid, we lay awake watching the red embers, whichseemed like little dancing fairies with torches in their. FREE! BY WILLIAM MCK. MURRAY, AGE 17. (SILVER BADGE.) hands ; and the fireflies, flitting past, flashed their tinysearch-lights in reply. Thus passed the summer, and with the fall, we turnedour faces toward home and school, carrying with us thememory of a delightful vacation. 858 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [July, CHIVALRY BY DORIS F. HALMAN (AGE l6) {Honor Member) A perfectly terribly rainy day, A little girl had come in to play With the ftttle boy of the curly hair, Who snuggled up in the red plush and lady, they planned their game, When another, almost a big boy, , kid, you be the carpet-knight! Quivering lips replied, All right.—Poor little mite ! Is nt that nice? said the little girl,I really wanted a great big earl; You can stay home and the coward be, And he 11 fight and kill you for love of me. The ink will do for a cowards gore, I 11 make a pool on the battle floor! But, truly, it was an awful , dont do that! cried the carpet-kni
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