. St. Nicholas [serial]. , Sunday, the two ironclads fought abattle. The commander of the Monitor, being slightlyblinded by burning powder, withdrew the MonitorNeither vessel won, but the Monitor came just in timeto save the Northern cause. JUST IN TIME BY EVELYN PERKINS (AGE 12) {Gold Badge. Silver Badge won August, 1020)The noonday sun beat down upon the rolling pasturesof Palestine, one day long ago. Standing alone on agrassy hilltop was a young boy gazing over the mead-ows. The cool breeze brushed back the dark locks fromhis forehead, the sunlight glistened in his clear, darkeyes. His stro
. St. Nicholas [serial]. , Sunday, the two ironclads fought abattle. The commander of the Monitor, being slightlyblinded by burning powder, withdrew the MonitorNeither vessel won, but the Monitor came just in timeto save the Northern cause. JUST IN TIME BY EVELYN PERKINS (AGE 12) {Gold Badge. Silver Badge won August, 1020)The noonday sun beat down upon the rolling pasturesof Palestine, one day long ago. Standing alone on agrassy hilltop was a young boy gazing over the mead-ows. The cool breeze brushed back the dark locks fromhis forehead, the sunlight glistened in his clear, darkeyes. His strong, handsome body was wrapped in asheepskin; and a harp was slung over his shoulder Itwas David, herding his fathers flocks. Turning, he went to a shady nook under an olive-treeand began to play upon his harp. There was no soundsave the breeze as it trembled in the olive-tree overheadand the mellow notes of the harp as Davids fingerswandered idly over the strings. Suddenly, there was a cry on the other side of the little. [June hill and several frightened sheep came bounding towardDavid. Laying down his harp, he mounted the hill andsaw two sheep cowering beneath a thorn-bush An-preaching them, stealthily, was a dark wolf, his headlowered, teeth set, uttering a low growl. David placeda pebble in his sling, there was a singing twang, andthe missle whistled through the air, hit the wolfs flankwith a stinging pain, and bounced off. With a yelp ofpain the wolf sprang forward, growling, and, with hisfore feet on the sheep, lowered his head to tear it topieces. But David sprang toward him; and pinning himto the ground with his staff, he struck the fierce creaturea fatal blow on the head. When the sun was sinking behind the hills, Davidstarted homeward, the dead wolf thrown over hisshoulder, his flocks bounding after him. But he neverforgot the day when he had been just in time to save hissheep.
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