When she had passed, it seemed like the ceasing of exquisite music

HIAWATHA'S FISHING
And he dropped his line of cedar
Through the clear, transparent water

THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP _C. W. Ashley_
The sun shone on her golden hair,
And her cheek was glowing fresh and fair

THE CASTLE-BUILDER _Olive Rush_
A castle-builder, with his wooden blocks,
And towers that touch imaginary skies

PAUL REVERE'S RIDE _Howard Smith_
A voice in the darkness, a knock at the door

THE BUILDING OF THE LONG SERPENT
"Men shall hear of Thorberg Skafting
For a hundred year!"




[Illustration: THE WRECK OF THE HESPERUS _S.M. Arthurs_
He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat
Against the stinging blast ]