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on the limb of a peach tree, where the honey-suckle loops over and makes 

 a bower over the nest. A pair nested two summers ago in the rafters of our 

 old barn. It seemed such a strange place for them to build. 



"Something glorious, something gay, 



Flits and flashes this-a-way ! 



Thwart the hemlock's dusky shade, 



Rich in color, full displayed, 



Swiftly vivid as a flame — ■ 



Blue as heaven and white as snow — 



Doth this lovely creature go. 



What may be his dainty name? 



'Only this, — the people say — 



'Saucy, chattering, scolding Jay.' ' : 



Mary Vredenburg Barry (age 13). 



Columbus, Ky. 



Gleanings. 

 By the fountain, I see her spring into sight; 

 Her texture is frail, as though shivering with fright. 

 To the water she shrinks, I can scarcely discern 

 In the deep humid shadows, the soft lady fern. 

 Where the water is pouring, forever she sits ; 

 And beside her the Ouzel, the Kingfisher flits: 

 There supreme in her beauty, beside the full urn, 

 In the shade of the rock, stands the tall lady fern. 



Edwin Lees. 



INDIANS. WITCHES, AND MARTHA MATILDA "S WIG. 



John Eagle-feather Mas on the war-path. Beneath the tall ash by the 

 brook, in a thicket of elders, willows and spice-bush, was the Indian encamp- 

 ment. 



To be sure, there was but one tiny tent to be seen, and its canvas covering 

 looked very much like the old sheet which but yesterday had served for a sail 

 to a proud vessel (made of old boards) which sailed the deep, blue — brook; 

 the totem pole before the doorway bore a strong resemblance to an old 

 bedpost, although covered with strange hieroglyphics. With the help of 

 sister's paint box, some eagle feathers — saved from the Thanksgiving tur- 

 key — and a dilapidated couch cover of gay colors, Johnny Blake had become 

 a fierce Indian brave. 



His sister Dorothy, arrayed in her scarlet bathrobe and a bead necklace, 



