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Identifier: stnicholasserial4721dodg (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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chosen a better way to go. Wrap me inthe skin of that bear, than which no man of mytribe ever slew a greater, and bury me here inGoreloi, which I found in the days of my youthand have given to my people. The old mans voice stopped for a long time.When next he spoke it was so softly that it washard to catch all the words. Danger, sorrow, and death is always theprice of the Blue Pearl, he said very low, thevery words which Joe had quoted when thequest was first proposed. Come close to me, O thou last of my blood,he whispered to Joe. As the boy knelt besidehim the old chief unfastened from his neck alittle bag made of soft leather and fastened witha curious, interwoven knot. This he thrustinto Joes hands. I give to thee and thy friends the Pearlwhich thou and they sought, he said. Holdme fast as I go into the dark. A few moments later, with Joes strong youngarms about him and with Haidahn and Negouacclinging to his robe, as if they would keep himwith them, the undaunted soul of the great
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•TOWERING LIKE A DARK SHADOW OF DEATH, THE GREAT BEAR MOVED FORWARD BOY SCOUTS IN THE NORTH; OR, THE BLUE PEARL 1119 chief passed to the reward that awaits thosewho, with no thought of self, have fought andwrought for others. The last of the two trains which stopped atCornwall almost every day, except of course onSundays and holidays, had come and gone.In the big library of the big house of big JimDonegan, the biggest lumber-king in all thisbig world sat alone. He was smoking an agedcorn-cob pipe of unsurpassed range and wind-age. This was a sign that the old mansmind was troubled. W henever that happened,he always harked back to this particular pipe.It was of about the vintage of the Centennial,and no one could smoke it and think of any-thing else. Two puffs would be fatal to anuneducated smoker, but had only a soothingeffect on big Jim. To-night he certainlyneeded soothing. There had been a stormyinterview with Wills father, a tearful one withFreds mother, and an embarrassing one

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