. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. asping it in his feet, hungdown, head-first, as though he were third bird flew up from the basket, lit onthe end of the rod, and looked for a mo-ment at the bird which had been birds kiss, and all three flew back to the basket. So it is, said the pretty fortune teller. One runs away, anotherfollows. Sometimes he come near enough to peck, but almost fall, andonly white wings save him. He come to sad end. He cant help. Butone sweet kiss and all is bright. God bless young gentlemen, and shewalked away. You
. American boys in the Arctics; a trip to the far north by a new path. asping it in his feet, hungdown, head-first, as though he were third bird flew up from the basket, lit onthe end of the rod, and looked for a mo-ment at the bird which had been birds kiss, and all three flew back to the basket. So it is, said the pretty fortune teller. One runs away, anotherfollows. Sometimes he come near enough to peck, but almost fall, andonly white wings save him. He come to sad end. He cant help. Butone sweet kiss and all is bright. God bless young gentlemen, and shewalked away. You remember the hawk that fell dead upon the deck, at the verymoment when we were laying our course to Greenland ? said Roy. Well ? said Scott. Well, that was a fools errand. Captain Downing hadnt gone thatway. Oh ! fudge, Roy. It was a queer coincidence, but — And when the end comes this gypsys birds may be another, Royinterrupted. Scott was about to laugh at Roys superstition when the officer droveup in a post-troika, with a burly Russian seated behind the horses,. WAITING FOR RATIONS. The two exchanged a lit- 182 ON TO BALAKLAVA! wrapped in a thick coat, though it was very warm, and wearing a hatwhich Scott declared beat all creation. They drove out two miles toward Balaklava, six miles country seat was certainly magnificent, but the great gate uponthe street was locked, and no porter was in the lodge. They were obliged to leave the troika and walk nearly a quarter of amile through the park to the stately mansion. The servant who came to the door assured them that the masterand lady had driven to Sebastopol, to return the evening of the next was dark when they reached Sebastopol again, but the same storywas repeated at the city mansion: they were not there. It may be they have gone to Odessa, said the servant. I do notthink the yacht Vera is in the bay. So the estate possesses a yacht, too, Roy muttered, and her name is Vera. I wonder what has comeover Loui
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