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Identifier: stnicholasserial4821dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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knownhomesickness felt a lump rise in her throat.Then she turned resolutely and followed FatherWards lantern into the woods. (To be concluded) THE MUSICIAN By FAITH VAN VALKENBURGH VILAS The piano is a wonder box,So still and straight and tall, But oh, the music that comes outWhen Mothers fingers call! She plays at night when lights are dim, In sweet and solemn wise;Her fingers know each tiny note I m sure they must have eyes. When little Mary Ellen Brown Sits down to play for me,She has to have a criss-cross page, With dots that she can see. But when I play just for myselfI take a lovely book All full of pictures. One of them sA forest with a brook. There are some timid deer in there Behind a tree at play;I make the brook go ripply soft, So they wont run away. I turn the page until I find An awful storm at sea;I play that deep and muttering In solemn minor key. I play and play the pictures through,Each one a different song; And much too swiftly slips the timeThat often seems so long.
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THOSE WIRES XL NEVER STRIKE TOGETHER NO MATTER HOW MUCH WIND BLOWS THE INVERSE TIME-LIMIT RELAY By CHARLES A. HOYT Fred Bowers stood in the door of the power-house looking doubtfully back at his father. You re sure everything will be all right? heasked anxiously. Sure you dont need me? Boy, his father strode up to him and put hishand on his shoulder, I Ve been here sixteenyears, and they dont need me! If I left thisafternoon, the place would nt stop a second—it would ramble right along. We dont need youat all. Go along to the fair and have your fun;youve earned a vacation. Reassured, Fred climbed into the waiting auto-mobile and sped away to the fair. For awhiletheir way was up the river where the power-plantwas located; then they struck off over the heightof land and down the Passumpsic River. This was the first fair of the season, and as theSt. Johnsbury fair was famous all over the north-ern part of the State, very few people missed it.It came early this year, in the middle of Au

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