. St. Nicholas [serial]. COMING HOME. 760 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [June, THE TOILERS BY PRUDENCE K. JAMIESON (AGE 17) {Honor Member)High aloft in- the old oak-tree, A woodpecker toiled through the long, hot day ;As he pecked and pecked the dry bark away,He twittered and chirped to himself, chirped he :Here s a nice, fat worm for my wifie wee ;A grub apiece for the nestlings three ;And, ha ! here s a big one left for me !I m as happy and gay as a bird can be ! Down in the mine, near the old oak-tree, A coal-miner toiled through the long, hot day ;As he picked and picked the hard coal away,He whistl
. St. Nicholas [serial]. COMING HOME. 760 ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE [June, THE TOILERS BY PRUDENCE K. JAMIESON (AGE 17) {Honor Member)High aloft in- the old oak-tree, A woodpecker toiled through the long, hot day ;As he pecked and pecked the dry bark away,He twittered and chirped to himself, chirped he :Here s a nice, fat worm for my wifie wee ;A grub apiece for the nestlings three ;And, ha ! here s a big one left for me !I m as happy and gay as a bird can be ! Down in the mine, near the old oak-tree, A coal-miner toiled through the long, hot day ;As he picked and picked the hard coal away,He whistled, and sang to himself, sang he : There s a nice, warm shawl for my wifie weeA toy apiece for the kiddies three ;And a pipe o tobacco left for me !I m as happy and gay as a man can be !. A HEADING FOR JUNE. BY REBEKAH HOWARD, AGE 14.(SILVER BADGE.) AN EVENT OF YESTERDAY BY DOROTHY MAY RUSSELL (AGE 15) {Silver Badge)One day in the springtime, beneath the trees of a beau-tiful old orchard that were in bloom, was Bess, a littlegirl of four, with long, golden curls, and her brotherBob, a manly little boy of eight. They were playing horse. Bob put the reins overBesss head, then twisted them around his wrist. Thenthey ran. The golden curls bobbed up and down be-neath the trees that smelled so sweet, King, their dog,barking furiously, when Bess disappeared, and Bobwas pulled to the ground. The old well ! help ! help ! Bob cried. King seemingly understood and ran away. Mother! Mother I Bess screamed as she fell andfelt the reins tighten under her arms. She was heldat the mouth of the well. Pull me up, quick. I cant, Bess; but if you 11 keep still, I can holdyou till Mother comes, Bob said, and manfully dughis toes in the ground, and grasped the branch of abush. The minutes se
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