. St. Nicholas [serial]. OLAS LEAGUE [Jan., FIRESIDE FANCIES (OF A SMALL BOY) BY EMMA G. JACOBS (aGE 15) (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won November, igis)Just before Dad says it s bedtime, When the big black shadows fall,And the hearth fire burns its brightest. That s the time that s best of all. As I sit before the fire, In the flames I seem to seeGreat big, savage Indians, crouching Just behind a forest tree. Presently some beavers popped their heads above thewater to see if any animal was lurking near. But eventheir bright eyes failed to discover Sonny Bear. Evi-dently satisfied, they swam towa
. St. Nicholas [serial]. OLAS LEAGUE [Jan., FIRESIDE FANCIES (OF A SMALL BOY) BY EMMA G. JACOBS (aGE 15) (Gold Badge. Silver Badge won November, igis)Just before Dad says it s bedtime, When the big black shadows fall,And the hearth fire burns its brightest. That s the time that s best of all. As I sit before the fire, In the flames I seem to seeGreat big, savage Indians, crouching Just behind a forest tree. Presently some beavers popped their heads above thewater to see if any animal was lurking near. But eventheir bright eyes failed to discover Sonny Bear. Evi-dently satisfied, they swam toward a log which lay halfin the water. Then they patiently began to gnaw itin half with their sharp teeth. Somehow, the sight of these patient little creaturesworking away at the log made Sonny Bear feelashamed of himself. So he got right up and ran homeas fast as he could. In less time than it takes to tell it,he had that wood all chopped. Then he ran out toplay, with a feeling that chopping wood was not so hardafter THE TRAVELER.(GOLD BADGE. BY JAMES DEE RICHARDSON, AGE BADGE WON DEC, igiS-) Then they charge upon the cabin Of a settler and his wife ;And the air is filled with war-whoops, As the settler fights for life. Then that picture seems to vanish,And another takes its place ; And I see a ship, and pirateWith a handsome, wicked face. Then I see a band of robbers—And their leader bold am I ; But, though we rob trains and coaches,What we mostly steal is pie. As the fire begins to smoulder. Turning into ashes red,Then says Dad, with sternest accents :Wake up, son ! It s time for bed ! A LESSON FROM THE BEAVERS BY ELIZABETH CLARK (aGE 12) (Silver Badge)SoNNV Bear lived in the great forest with Father Bearand Mother Bear. His home was a cave in the rocks. It was Sonny Bears duty to fill his mothers woodboxevery day. He hated this task, and one day, when theax seemed unusually heavy and the logs uncommonlytough, he decided to run away. So when Mother Bearsback
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