Our young folks [serial] . BS^ -^SlSSllli^fi. II. In the Country. When country lanes are turning brown,And the September nights grow cool,And I have seen my neighbor BrownReturning with the girls to town;When the moon rises, red and full,Reflected in the glimmering pool ;And in my chamber under the willowAt nine oclock I seek my pillow,While the unthinking katydidIs scolding, in the dark boughs hid ;And now some stray mosquito comesAbout my ears, and softly hums;I cover my head, tuck up my nose,And sink at last to sweet repose ; — 538 On Guard. [September, Then under my open window, hark! The
Our young folks [serial] . BS^ -^SlSSllli^fi. II. In the Country. When country lanes are turning brown,And the September nights grow cool,And I have seen my neighbor BrownReturning with the girls to town;When the moon rises, red and full,Reflected in the glimmering pool ;And in my chamber under the willowAt nine oclock I seek my pillow,While the unthinking katydidIs scolding, in the dark boughs hid ;And now some stray mosquito comesAbout my ears, and softly hums;I cover my head, tuck up my nose,And sink at last to sweet repose ; — 538 On Guard. [September, Then under my open window, hark! The landlords dog begins to bark; Before his kennel, one dreadful tune He howls all night to the Man in the Moon: Bow-wow ! bow-wow ! Bow-wow-wow-wow ! bow-wow-wow-wow ! Wherever I go, I m sure to find I cant have all things to my mind. I 11 hurry back to the city now, And bid good by to his bow-wow-wow! Augustus Holmes. ON GUARD. T^ORTY whole dollars ! Alice said, looking at the crisp, fresh bank- -*- notes lying in Anns lap. You never can sp
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