. St. Nicholas [serial] . AGE 17.(CASH PRIZE.) who stood grimly by. Many of these Spanish heroesworked for weeks in the trenches before tropical Santi-ago, and were terribly debilitated by fevers and thedreadful experience of the battle. Some came stagger-ing under the burden of a weaker comrade, and otherswere assisted by a friend on either side. All about, the cries of Aqua! aqua! or water!water! could be heard, and dozens of the poor creaturesfell fainting and insensible on the lawn. We got waterfrom the little well by the roadside, and gave it to of them were so grateful that the
. St. Nicholas [serial] . AGE 17.(CASH PRIZE.) who stood grimly by. Many of these Spanish heroesworked for weeks in the trenches before tropical Santi-ago, and were terribly debilitated by fevers and thedreadful experience of the battle. Some came stagger-ing under the burden of a weaker comrade, and otherswere assisted by a friend on either side. All about, the cries of Aqua! aqua! or water!water! could be heard, and dozens of the poor creaturesfell fainting and insensible on the lawn. We got waterfrom the little well by the roadside, and gave it to of them were so grateful that they tore buttonsfrom their uniforms in an attempt to repay the saw but one officer at the first landing of the prisoners,a very large, severe, and forbidding man. He was inirons — it was said because he attempted to incitemutiny. In the first ten days sixteen died, and when the survi-vors sailed for their beloved Spain, thirty-one were leftbehind in the little cemetery by the sea. 1042 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. [ NIAGARA BEFORE A STORM. BY HAROLD FOWLER GERRARD,AGE 17. (GOLD BADGE.) A SUMMERS NIGHT IN THE LAND OFDREAM. BY MARGARET SPENCER-SMITH (AGE 15). {Silver Badge.) Night her purpling robe oer all, The throbbing, heated city softly draws, When cooling winds fan out the sultry air, And the Dream-angel smiles fromHeaven above; Then, when the white sleep-por-tals open wide, And the great world slips far awaybeyond, Before closed eyes the half-litpathway lies, And Dusk stands beckoning tothe Land of Dream. Beside the way tall, nodding pop-pies grow, Loading the air with drowsy,scented breath, And wearied crowds seek thereforgetfulness — But on the mountain-side the airblows free, And slender fawns slip throughthe silvered path ; Dew diamonds hang on everyshaking leaf, And spiders webs shine silver inthe way. Among the lichen, on a rottedstump, The glow-worms shine, the lampsthat light the way ; Till, stealing through the hushof scented pines, The ridge is
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