St Nicholas [serial] . absolutely deserted — without even asledge such as the old-time explorers used. Our only hope is to wait here on the chance of an air-ship, said Mr. Lewis. We must keep walking for fearof freezing. So they walked about on the snow and ice in the pierc-ing wind, hour after hour. Elsie, mechanically lifting onefoot after the other, could not keep back the tears thatfroze on her cheeks. At last, when she was almost worn out, Mr. Lewispointed to the sky and cried : An air-ship! It was a large air-ship, making swiftly for the it arrived, the three were cordially wel
St Nicholas [serial] . absolutely deserted — without even asledge such as the old-time explorers used. Our only hope is to wait here on the chance of an air-ship, said Mr. Lewis. We must keep walking for fearof freezing. So they walked about on the snow and ice in the pierc-ing wind, hour after hour. Elsie, mechanically lifting onefoot after the other, could not keep back the tears thatfroze on her cheeks. At last, when she was almost worn out, Mr. Lewispointed to the sky and cried : An air-ship! It was a large air-ship, making swiftly for the it arrived, the three were cordially welcomed by itsoccupants. Elsie, wrapped in fur rugs, was soon in a deepsleep, homeward bound. MOTHERBY JULIA IRELAND RAMSEY (AGE II)On winter evenings cold and bleak, The fire burns brightly on the hearth ; Outside, the snowflakes, stacked in heaps, Are blown like leaves across the dark. The little children linger still, For only one more tale, they say; So Mother tells them all aboutThe little games she used to MARCH HEADING. BY HELEN ALEXANDER, AGE 13 But now to bed you all must go, She tells them in her kind, sweet way; Now no more stories for to-night,Perhaps the rest another day. 1910.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE 473 IN THE DAYS OF THE AIR-SHIP BY GERTRUDE STOCKDER (AGE I5) I SAY, Betty ! cried Bob Forest, bursting into his sis-ters room, want to take a sail in my new air-ship?She s just come, and she s a corker ! Of course I do, exclaimed Betty, jumping up andrushing out into the yard, where the air-ship was anchored. As they were climbing in, Mrs. Forest called to knowwhere they were going. Just out in the Beat It, replied Bob. Dear me! said Betty; what a name ! Why did ntyou call it something pretty? •Thats just like a girl, said Bob. You— Herehis mother interrupted, saying: If you see the grocer boy anywhere up there, tell himto hurry with our order. Nothing has come for lunch. Yes, Mother, called Bob as the Beat It began to rise. When they had risen a short distan
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