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Identifier: stnicholasserial351dodg (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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determinedly,that reminds me of a duty to humanity. Hedisappeared into the tent and when he emergedagain he bore something in one hand. An in-stant later there was a series of light splashesin the water near by. Chub took his cap off. Rest in peace! he murmured. Chapter VI EXPLORATION Get up, you lazybones! cried Roy, snatchingoff the gray woolen blanket and disclosing Chub, of our lungs, and all we could get out of you wasYe—e—s. Getout,answered Chub,indignantly,sitting upon his lowly couch, I have nt opened my mouth ! Have nt you? You had it open most of thenight, for one thing. To-night we re going tomake you sleep outdoors, probably on the otherend of the island. Come, now, move out of your downy nest,laughed Roy. If you dont, I 11 call Dick andwe 11 pull you out. Think I m afraid of you brutes? asked Chub,scathingly. I d have you understand, Mr. Por-ter, that I am not to be coerced. I am a free-born citizen of this glorious Republic, and assuch I have rights which can not—
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EXPLORING THE ISLAND. HARRYS ISLAND 401 Oh, Dick! shouted Roy. Chub gave a boundoff his bed and was standing in the middle of thetent in a twinkling. I dare you to pull me out! he said with im-mense dignity. Then, How s the water? heasked. Cold, replied Roy. Besides, you have ntgot time for a bath. If you want to bathe beforebreakfast you must get up at a decent time. Decent time! he muttered. What s a va-cation for, if you cant lie in bed when you resleepy ? T ve a good mind to go back again. ButI m going to have my plunge, anyhow ! And hedid. Bacon and eggs, he murmured appreciativelyas he emerged from the tent fifteen minutes later.And as he began to dress leisurely he warbledloudly for the benefit of the others: The lark came up to meet the sun,And carol forth its lay;The farmers boy took down his gun,And at him blazed away. The busy bee arose at five, And hummed the meadows oer ;The farmers wife went to his hive,And robbed him of his store. The little ant rose early, too,His labo

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