. St. Nicholas [serial]. showers patter on the leaves And glisten on the corn ;And all the world is happy now, For April fair is born. A COWARD INDIAN. BY AGNES DOROTHY CAMPBELL (AGE 13). {Gold Badge.) Before Oregon was even a Ter-ritory, and long before it reachedthe dignity of a State, my great-grandfather came across the plainswith his family, and settled onwhat afterward became his dona-tion land claim in the WillametteValley. That was in the year 1844, andthe wolves, coyotes, black bears,and Indians were ever present,while wild game abounded. Often the men would go hunt-ing, and leave gre
. St. Nicholas [serial]. showers patter on the leaves And glisten on the corn ;And all the world is happy now, For April fair is born. A COWARD INDIAN. BY AGNES DOROTHY CAMPBELL (AGE 13). {Gold Badge.) Before Oregon was even a Ter-ritory, and long before it reachedthe dignity of a State, my great-grandfather came across the plainswith his family, and settled onwhat afterward became his dona-tion land claim in the WillametteValley. That was in the year 1844, andthe wolves, coyotes, black bears,and Indians were ever present,while wild game abounded. Often the men would go hunt-ing, and leave great-grandmotheralone with her two daughtersElizabeth and Anne. The cabin in which they livedstood at the top of a steep though prize, wild-ani not very high hill. One day, while the men were all gone, about twenty-five or thirty Indians came filing in, and sat in a silentcircle before the great open fire in the front room. Elizabeth was told to watch and see that none of theweapons were molested. ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 563. SHOWERS AND SUN-SHINE. BY ELSIE LYDE EATON (AGE 17). {Silver Badge.)Showers are seldom wanted By little girls and boys ;But sunshine s always counted Among their chiefest joys. But if there were no showers,How tired they would be Of sunshine all the livelong day!So they have both, you see. SHOWERS AND SUN-SHINE. BY HILDA C. WILKIE (AGE 13). Oh, sun and showers of AprilAmong the clouds at play, You make the hours so pleasantOf all this sweet spring day. Oh, soft gray showers of April,That bring the flowers of May, So softly pattering overhead,What is it that you say? the chief s got the These Indians werefriendly but very curious,and the chief, who wasmore curious than the rest,presently rose slowly fromhis place in the center ofthe circle, and, going overto the door, reached aboveit for the gun upon therack, saying: Tica nanich gun,which means, Want ttj Elizabeth ran quickly tothe other room. Mother, mother, she criedgun ; come quick! When great-grand
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