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ing a large slice of red flesh, he held up was fed from his hand, and before I 



one finger ; one of the wolves gravely, could realize what had happened, the 



and with no unbecoming haste, walked man, the wolves and the eagle had dis- 



up to him, received the morsel and re- appeared, leaving nothing but the dis- 



tired. Each in turn was fed, then the mantled carcass of the elk to remind ui 



great bird flopped on his shoulder and of the strange episode. 



(To be continued.) 



MY LOVE 



By IRENE POMEROY SHIELDS 



A rover am I and a lover bold, 



And the Earth is my lady fair; 

 I love her in every shape and guise, 



And I sing of her beauties rare. 



I brave the fierce storm on the mountain top, 

 And shout to the sentinel pine, 



Hurrah ! hurrah ! You are keeping the faith, 

 And guarding this dear love of mine. 



With snowshoe and ski and sharp skate of 

 steel, 



We fly like the swift arrow by, 

 And race with the reindeer to lay at her feet 



Our offerings — Old Winter and I. 



Far out on the prairie and upland plain, 

 Where the wild western winds blow free, 



I watch brave Summer with flowers and 

 grain, 

 Weave chaplets to lay at her knee. 



The inland lakes in emerald frames, 

 And margins of silver and gold, 



Are mirrors whose lifelong efforts are vain, 

 To picture the charms they behold. 



Old Ocean is raging in futile wrath, 

 And lashing his waves into foam \ 



Though tossing his kisses and gifts at her 

 feet, 

 Alas ! he no farther can come. 



And then under palms *neath the southern 

 stars, 



She's a queen in a jeweled crown, 

 I worship all day and dream all the night, 



And treasure her veriest frown. 



