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Identifier: stnicholasserial271dodg (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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alwaysfought I uncovered, as my fathers before me.The accursed one was dead before he couldwithdraw the knife, but my strength flowedwith the blood, and even in the midst of a.stroke I fell forward on my face. Nothingmore I knew until they lifted the body of mylord from mine, protecting me even in death. A BOY OF GALATIA. 477 There was a pause, broken only by a sobfrom Egeria, as the remembrance of that bitterday came back to her. Then came the time that I found myselfno longer a man worthy to fight among men,—and the voice dropped low, — but only a worthless cripple, as thou heardst the archonsay this day, and in the despair of my heart I speed. I, too, have viewed the Olympic Gamesand the racers therein, and have marveled thatsuch running should win. Slower are theGrecians in the start than the wild dog of thewilderness, who must follow his prey from sunto sun ere, wearied, it be oertaken. In therace they wave their arms and waste breathcrying on the gods to grant them speed. To
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THE VALLEY OF OLYMPIA. became dumb, nor could I face my kind.Long ago would I have dared to die, but that,even in my worthlessness, some use might I beto the race of my lord. A helper indeed hast thou been, ourPhraanes, said Egeria, softly, and her eyesbecame very tender as she remembered howthe cripple, hopeless, bent, and dumb, hadlabored always, night and day, for them all. Phraanes bent low before his mistress, touch-ing his forehead to her outstretched hand.Then he turned to the boy, and there was thering of absolute conviction to his words. O my Ladas, thou speakest of Timon thetrainer. I say to thee that to his mind omensavail more than practice, and sacrifices than you Greeks running has been but a pastime;among my nation speed means life or death,for, as thou knowest, we desert-dwellers of thenorth have no horsemen, and the fate ofbattles must turn on the swiftness of our war-riors feet. Among a nation of runners myfather, Aisnax, was swiftest. In the greatraces of the desert

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