. St. Nicholas [serial]. utThJ h H 6h ? d- N°rth BHdge haS been to™ downit What 1 P j » ts P>a« is said to be much like I , J famed °f thE St°ry °f the roads of ConcordL snail never forget. BY DOROTHY VAN GORDER,AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE) A SONG OF SPRING BY MARGARET W. HALL (AGE 14) (Silver Badge) TiLhehigh;h0v/°fr the blossoming spring-timeAnd heigh-ho for the golden day; T is heigh-ho for the greening wild-woodsAnd a song for the month o May. Oh there s joy all round about us; Theres joy in the babbling brook;there s joy in the birds mad carol- Joy dwells in the woodland nook So heigh-ho for
. St. Nicholas [serial]. utThJ h H 6h ? d- N°rth BHdge haS been to™ downit What 1 P j » ts P>a« is said to be much like I , J famed °f thE St°ry °f the roads of ConcordL snail never forget. BY DOROTHY VAN GORDER,AGE 14. (SILVER BADGE) A SONG OF SPRING BY MARGARET W. HALL (AGE 14) (Silver Badge) TiLhehigh;h0v/°fr the blossoming spring-timeAnd heigh-ho for the golden day; T is heigh-ho for the greening wild-woodsAnd a song for the month o May. Oh there s joy all round about us; Theres joy in the babbling brook;there s joy in the birds mad carol- Joy dwells in the woodland nook So heigh-ho for the birds a-mating And heigh-ho for the blossoming fieldsAnd a song for all the pleasure Our joyous springtime yields. There s a whisper in the south-wind, Oh, cast your cares away ICome, frolic with me in the meadow; With me, be glad and gaySo heigh-ho for the blossoming springtime, And heigh-ho for the golden day;Heigh-ho for the greening wild-woods And a song for the month o May tern] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 665. BY EVA C. STEVENS, AGE II BY ERIKA PETERS, AGE 14. (GOLD BADGE WON JANUARY, 1921) BY ALICE MCNEAL, AGE 14(SILVER BADGE) REFLECTIONS A STORY OF THE ROAD BY MARY E. BALLARD (AGE 15) (Silver Badge) We were riding slowly up one of the steepest inclinesof the Mohawk Trail when the engine suddenly , Father was able to find the trouble, andwhile he repaired the break we walked on up the moun-tain road to explore. We came upon a path which,from appearances, had not been used for some time,and, to our surprise, Louise seemed to grow ve seen it at last! she cried. Seen what? we asked in amazement. Why, dont you know? This is the place where theroad branches off and meets the trail of the MohawkIndians! she replied. After we had calmed down to some extent, she toldus the story. Every year, when the Mohawk Indians crossedfrom the Hudson River to the Connecticut River tocatch the salmon which came up the Connecticut fromthe Sound,
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