Identifier: stnicholasserial301dodg (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

View Book Page: Book Viewer
About This Book: Catalog Entry
View All Images: All Images From Book
Click here to view book online to see this illustration in context in a browseable online version of this book.

Text Appearing Before Image:
hild, just like yourselves, you know,She saw the Continentals pass, one sunny summer day,Upon their march to Pompton, some forty miles away;And how George Washington and aides, in faded buff and blue,Stopped at her home for luncheon. It s really, truly true. Said she: My brother Ben and I were shy as we could be;But both of us were pleased to hear the general praise the tea.And when the table had been cleared, we went at mothers callTo meet the famous patriot, who stood so straight and tall.I curtsied as the fashion was, with both my cheeks aflame;He took my hand, and said I was a dainty little dame. 434 SO MANY YEARS AGO. Then Bens turn came. The general bent down and took his hand. In truth, said he, my little man, you d make a soldier grand! But Ben could only smile and stare, so very strange it seemedThat this was General Washington, of whom so oft he d dreamed -The man who was so patient, so skilful, and so brave,That all the people looked to him their countrys cause to save. 435
Text Appearing After Image:
HE TOOK MY HAND, AND SAID I WAS A DAINTY LITTLE DAME. As grandma ceased, we heard the tall old clock a-ticking slow,As if it said, I, too, was there, so many years ago.I saw that noble soldier who made the country free.Remember, then, his glorious deeds when you look up at me.While time shall last, in this our land, his fame shall brighter glow.I, too, beheld George Washington, so many years ago. A TRUE FOX STORY. By E. L. Wells. When I was a boy I lived at Glens Falls,New York. We boys frequently kept youngfoxes for pets. I had two, but they so oftentook my sisters rag dolls to the garret and torethem to pieces that I traded them for two small,thin, square books with board covers—a lifeof William Henry Harrison and Peter ParleysGeography. No other two books have everbeen quite so wonderful to me. One of my uncles lived on a farm three milesfrom the Falls and two miles from Sandy Hill.That farm was a paradise for me, for there Ifound all the apples and pears, walnuts, hickory-nuts,

Note About Images