. St. Nicholas [serial]. a travel jh luuii. r,Y Catherine thomas, age 14. (silver BADGE.) After seeing that the horses were safely picketed, weall got around the fire. As we were sitting there, we piled dried pine-needleson the fire, which made the sparks fly almost thirty feetinto the air. It was a grand sight from the woods : the great big 470 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [Mar., crackling fire, with nine people sitting around it, andthe pure white tents glowing in the light of it. On allsides loomed the great Teton Mountains, hardly distin-guishable in the dark. The only noise that broke the silence
. St. Nicholas [serial]. a travel jh luuii. r,Y Catherine thomas, age 14. (silver BADGE.) After seeing that the horses were safely picketed, weall got around the fire. As we were sitting there, we piled dried pine-needleson the fire, which made the sparks fly almost thirty feetinto the air. It was a grand sight from the woods : the great big 470 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [Mar., crackling fire, with nine people sitting around it, andthe pure white tents glowing in the light of it. On allsides loomed the great Teton Mountains, hardly distin-guishable in the dark. The only noise that broke the silence was the occa-sional howl of a coyote, a snort of one of the horses,and the steady crackling of the fire. I would rather spend an evening around a camp-firein the real woods than in a a heading for march. BV SANUERb, AGE 13.(SILVER BADGE.) THE STARS BY ANNETTE AUSLANDER (aGE 15) Sweet eyes of Heaven, do you not drop tremble sadly when you but beholdThe tumult of our earth, the bloody spears,The blasphemings, the tragedies untold ? Dear forms of light and love, in somber weep at this ; or do I seem to seeThrough my own blurred eyes, as through a cloud,A vision of the good that is to be? Eternal sentinels of Faith and HopeAnd Truth, despite the lies and lusts of men,—Oh light the ways where Hate and Blindness grope !Oh bless us with the Peace of God again ! THE STAR BY MARGUERITE TJADER (aGE I4) I AM the North Star, Gleaming forever Over the distant haunts of men. In the chill midnight, Far in the Northland, Guide I the travelers wandering steps. And in the Arctic Seas, Tho the fierce storms rage, I am the sailing crafts tireless guide. So I shine onward. Faltering never, Until my Makers voice bids me rest. AN EVENING I HAVE ENJOYED BY
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