. St. Nicholas [serial]. 1904.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 569 left of us. We sank exhausted on the ground andrested. At last we struck across the fields in the direc-tion of the bay. The sun was hot. We struggledalong for several miles until we struck a rocky path. We descended, single file, and at last, to our relief,found ourselves on familiar ground. A short walk andwe were again in camp, thoroughly exhausted, but withgreat appreciation of Amethyst Cave. YOUTH. BY DORIS FRANCKLYN (AGE 16). ( Winner of Former Prizes.*) There is a story that beyond the sea Deft toilers weave fair tapestry; And, wo
. St. Nicholas [serial]. 1904.] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 569 left of us. We sank exhausted on the ground andrested. At last we struck across the fields in the direc-tion of the bay. The sun was hot. We struggledalong for several miles until we struck a rocky path. We descended, single file, and at last, to our relief,found ourselves on familiar ground. A short walk andwe were again in camp, thoroughly exhausted, but withgreat appreciation of Amethyst Cave. YOUTH. BY DORIS FRANCKLYN (AGE 16). ( Winner of Former Prizes.*) There is a story that beyond the sea Deft toilers weave fair tapestry; And, working only on the under side, They see but tangled knots and stitches wide, Until at last t is turned, when they behold The vivid splendor of the pattern bold! So shall not we, upon the loom of time,Devote our youth and strength to plans sublime?Patiently work in the appointed way,Nor seek reward or recompense to-day!Perchance, when we are bid our work to turn,A pattern all divine we shall discern!. M W: A HEADING FOR APRIL. BY KATHARINE THOMPSON,AGE IO. the mouth of the cave the atmosphere changed, and forthe first time that trip we felt tired. One lady fell in aswoon and had to be carried out. But, nevertheless, wehad a very good time. A TRIP TO MAMMOTH CAVE. BY MILDRED WHITE (AGE IO). We were going to make a trip to Mammoth Cave, sowe made our bloomers, with short skirts and woolenwaists. When we went in we could feel the change of atmo-sphere, as it was warm out of the cave and so cool couple had lanterns. One old woman weighedabout three hundred pounds and she looked so funnyin her bloomers. Her husband was very small andhad but one eye. How he got his wife through thecave I could not see. The women allwore bloomers. One woman was very frightened, andwhen I next saw her she had hold of thenegro guides coat-tails, and there sheswung the rest of the journey. Someone laughed at her, but she cried, Ipaid him extra! I paid him extra! When we came to Fat Mans Misery
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