. St. Nicholas [serial]. ts offurniture—even a sewing-machine—to get a homesteadclaim. Sid was fond of saying: Look out! A yowl-cat 11 get you! Sid says a yowl-cat is anythingthat walks on four legs and does nt eat grass. It was •9°4-] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 949 a time never to be forgotten, but at last we had to pullup stakes, and then — hey for home by the way we hadcome! THE RIVER OF DREAMS. BY MARY TRAVIS HEVVARD (AGE 15). Calm and deep, calm and deep, Flows the silver streamTo the Fairyland of Sleep,Ending in a away, far away, Where the shadows roam— There, the sleepy sages say, L
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ts offurniture—even a sewing-machine—to get a homesteadclaim. Sid was fond of saying: Look out! A yowl-cat 11 get you! Sid says a yowl-cat is anythingthat walks on four legs and does nt eat grass. It was •9°4-] ST. NICHOLAS LEAGUE. 949 a time never to be forgotten, but at last we had to pullup stakes, and then — hey for home by the way we hadcome! THE RIVER OF DREAMS. BY MARY TRAVIS HEVVARD (AGE 15). Calm and deep, calm and deep, Flows the silver streamTo the Fairyland of Sleep,Ending in a away, far away, Where the shadows roam— There, the sleepy sages say, Lies the Dreamland Home. Now we glide, now we glide In our fairy bark ;Oer the ripple slightly ride — Ride into the afloat, all afloat, Down the silver stream,In our idly rocking boat, Drifting in a dream. Spirits nigh, spirits nigh, While our shallop goes,Ever croon a lullaby, Little eyes to lips, little lips Smile, — our shallop fastSoft into the harbor slips — Slumberland at last!. HAPPY DAYS. BY SPENCER L. JONES, AGE 14 MY ENCAMPMENT TRIP. BY MARIE ARMSTRONG (AGE II). {Silver Badge.) My one experience in camping was with the MissouriNational Guard, composed of four regiments, one bat-tery of artillery, and two hundred officers, at Nevada,Missouri. It was very hot there; in the tent the ther-mometer would register 1150. The heat was so intensethat the grass was dried and dead. We arrived there Sunday morning, and left the Sun-day following. It seldom rained there. Often we wouldsee huge clouds wend their way toward us, darkeningthe sky, but never a drop of rain would relieve us. At 4 the reveille would be sounded at head-quarters first, and would beechoed throughout the en-tire camp. In the space ofa few minutes the camp wasalive and bustling with prep-arations for the day andgeneral good humor, forcamp life is looked forwardto by the soldiers from oneyear to the next, as many ofthem are poor young menwhose only vacation is this. Af
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