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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-waj^ ! 



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' saj^ — 



'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 was 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 hieroglyjjhics. 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 scai-let bathrobe and a bead necklace. 



