. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE WEIGHING. By Julia Darrow Cowles. Now, Midnight and Spot, do be quiet,Or we 11 never know how much we weigh; Miss Bessie is losing her patience,And we really ought not to play. Vol. XXXI.—57. There, Spot, hold your tail still a minute; Hush, Midnight, dont purr quite so loud;Four pounds and a little bit over ? My goodness, wont mother be proud! HOW PROBY SAVED THE WOODS. By Helen Grey. Proby woke up with the feeling that some-thing good was going to happen that day. Atfirst he could not think what, and then he re-membered. He was going up into the woodson the long
. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE WEIGHING. By Julia Darrow Cowles. Now, Midnight and Spot, do be quiet,Or we 11 never know how much we weigh; Miss Bessie is losing her patience,And we really ought not to play. Vol. XXXI.—57. There, Spot, hold your tail still a minute; Hush, Midnight, dont purr quite so loud;Four pounds and a little bit over ? My goodness, wont mother be proud! HOW PROBY SAVED THE WOODS. By Helen Grey. Proby woke up with the feeling that some-thing good was going to happen that day. Atfirst he could not think what, and then he re-membered. He was going up into the woodson the long train of flat-cars with the presidentof the railroad and of the lumber company, andhis father, who was superintendent of the bigwoods. Proby had always lived in the woods;he was nine, but had never been to schoolbecause there was no school near enough forhim to attend. When the trees were cut downaround his home, his father moved to wherethe trees grew that were to be cut. so his fam-. PROBY AND TERRY. ily was always moving; sometimes they livedall summer in a tent. But the woods nearhome were very different from the wild, silentwoods above on the mountains, where no onelived, only the bear and the lions and deer andlittle wild things which hid in the hollow logs,and which Proby jumped sometimes whenhe had Terry, his dog, with him. There was a new line of railroad being built into theYosemite Valley; and Proby, sitting on a log,was telling Terry that they would really, trulygo hunting, and Terry danced and yapped hisapproval. In a few minutes along came thetrain, with the president on board and threeother men, but Proby was waiting for Steve, theengineer, to catch sight of him and call out, Hello, kid, going hunting ? The engine needsanother engineer this morning. Hope you feelable to take the job. Steve always said some-thing like that, and at the same time he woulddrop an empty soap-box out of the cab of theengine so that Proby could step on it and climbup. He did
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