. St. Nicholas [serial]. Becomes a rose-touched sea of grain. Now come the toilers, scythe in hand,A merry, wholesome, peaceful band,Who spread abroad oer all the field,To gather in the golden yield ;With arms that ache, but hearts that sing,Each man as happy as a king. Hotter and hotter grows the day,The cooling shade seems far away ;Each busy man is pausing nowTo wipe the sweat from off his brow,? Or leans to rest his tired backAgainst the nearest fragrant stack. * * # * # * * At last the day of work is oer ;The weary toilers, hot and sore,Wind homeward oer the dusty trail,And through the ev
. St. Nicholas [serial]. Becomes a rose-touched sea of grain. Now come the toilers, scythe in hand,A merry, wholesome, peaceful band,Who spread abroad oer all the field,To gather in the golden yield ;With arms that ache, but hearts that sing,Each man as happy as a king. Hotter and hotter grows the day,The cooling shade seems far away ;Each busy man is pausing nowTo wipe the sweat from off his brow,? Or leans to rest his tired backAgainst the nearest fragrant stack. * * # * # * * At last the day of work is oer ;The weary toilers, hot and sore,Wind homeward oer the dusty trail,And through the evenings gathering veil,Until they vanish from our stars are in the sky—t is night. AN EVENT OF YESTERDAY(A true story) BY EVA JANE LATTIMER (AGE II) (Silver Badge) In the days when our city was a little village, therewere Indians all around it. Some of them werefriendly, and some were hostile; but most of themwould respond if the white people did them a the citizens was a man who had been verv.
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