St Nicholas [serial] . THE HARVEST. BY CHARLES S. MAIIZY, AGE 17. AN AUTUMN RIDE BY KATHARINE WARDROPE (AGE 16) {Gold Badge) We were seated at the breakfast table one morning inSeptember and there being nothing special to do that day,Father suggested packing a lunch and spending the day inthe woods. We 11 take the big buggy and all go, hesaid. Of course we agreed, for what could be more de-lightful than a drive through the woods which were begin-ning to change their summer garments for the more beau-tiful ones of fall; also the nuts were ripe and we might getsome to put away for the winter. So
St Nicholas [serial] . THE HARVEST. BY CHARLES S. MAIIZY, AGE 17. AN AUTUMN RIDE BY KATHARINE WARDROPE (AGE 16) {Gold Badge) We were seated at the breakfast table one morning inSeptember and there being nothing special to do that day,Father suggested packing a lunch and spending the day inthe woods. We 11 take the big buggy and all go, hesaid. Of course we agreed, for what could be more de-lightful than a drive through the woods which were begin-ning to change their summer garments for the more beau-tiful ones of fall; also the nuts were ripe and we might getsome to put away for the winter. So, having hastily gota lunch together, at about ten oclock we started bag andDaggage on our expedition. Our party consisted ofMother, Father, Grandpa, my small brother, and myself, allin the highest spirits. After half an hours driving overthe main road, we took a circuitous and somewhat rough. THE HARVEST. BY DOROTHY M. HOOGS, AGE 12. one leading to what we called the mountains, where wehad decided to go. How we did enjoy it! Our beautiful Canadian woodswere just at their best in their warm red and gold coloring;the squirrels were running busily about gathering the har-vest which must last them through the winter. Now andthen we passed some pretty pond in which was reflectedthe deep blue of the sky. Everything was perfect. Wecamped on the top of the hill where we had lunch. Aboutfour in the afternoon we started back and everything wentwell until about five miles from home the wagon wheel be-came loose and we had to stop. Father tried to fix it, buthaving no tools found it impossible. Walking home wasout of the question as far as Grandpa was concerned, so wewere in great distress until we espied a load of hay coming,driven by a farmer whom Father knew. He was goingwithin about a mile of our home and he kindly offered usa lift. A ladder had to be procured to get Grandpa on an
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