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tn Hes the attraction of the lowly plains. Were I given the choice of a home beside a beautiful lake or prairie, I would take " the latter. Why? Because the memory of many happy moaths spent upon grassy plains is stamped upon ay memory and can never be forgotten. A ride through the keen air upon a frisky pony is better than a weary climb up a mountain to catch a _ glimpse of the sun's rays. In winter the snow covers the earth with a white blanket and the piercing blasts of the north wind cut through the air like eaglets' wings. To be pent up in a valley between two mountains was my lot for a month. A prison it felt to me, for something I longed lor was not there, but. what it was I could not tell. The beauti ful lake had no charms for me. I screamed at those miserable - » peaks and their cruelty and wished ■, I . were in my home on the • plains. At. last my prison bars were opened and I sped home ward, leaving those beautiful yet hateful mountains behind. Feel ing the cool air upon my brow I wondered why the prairies had •■. a charm for.me, but the answer I cannot tell. ; IT-;" —Henrietta Nelson, .;• Ninth Grade. Moorhead, Minn. L « .»"."..* : In Sober Attire for Winter. f^ (Honorable Mention.) ' What could be more beautiful than the grand woods? In the § spring the grass forms a soft, , green carpet. ~ The delicate' buds on the trees open and the dainty. spring flowers blossom." Birds sing among the trees, and all nature seems glad. In the sum mer time the trees are one mass of shining green, and the wind rustles in the foliage with a sound which certainly makes a per - ' ~ son feel lonesome if he is alone. -Bright flowers, nod their pretty ...heads and brilliant hued butterflies flit from blossom to blossom. * In the cool, shady nooks delicate ferns wave in the breeze and * the modest violet peeps out of its-bed of leaves. . . ~ « Everywhere is beauty and that is why I prefer the woods to the other three. . Here is a rippling stream which flows. over - the smooth pebbles with ' a musical - sound. In . the autumn the - leaves turn a bright red, gold or brown. Golden rod is every where and the milkweed sends its downy particles flying. Then comes winter, grim winter, his icy.- scepter causing the leaves to fall - from the trees, ■ the grass to dry up and all the pretty flowers to die. The woods have taken off their beautiful sum \ mer dress and donned a more sober one for. winter wear. - : i : 3 —Hazel Purcell, Eighth Grade. Hills, Minn. Hoiucsick for Woods. (Honorable Mention.) Having lived in the woods for seven years, more than half of my life, and having spent many happy hours hunting for rasp berries, wild grapes and plums, I prefer the woods. On a hot summer day nothing is so cooling as to sit on the trunk of a fallen tree and feel a cooling breeze upon my face. As Lowell says: "My childhood's earliest thoughts are linked with thee," I well remember the little burial ground where birds were buried, where little kittens were laid away, and how we planted the tiny graves with flowers; how we knew the numberless paths as well as if they were the streets of Grafton. So, the one^great reason why I am fond of the woods is because of the many happy memories recalled when I think of them. V" In winter time the woods are pretty; the gigantic trunks covered with snow or sparkling in the moonlight, all come up before my eyes as I write this. I also liked to hear the whip poor-will's call in the evening, and the songs of the other birds throughout the day, and watch the little squirrels .that followed us almost into the house. In autumn I would try to catch the falling leaves as they floated gently through the air. It makes, me homesick to think of it. So I can trjaly aay I like the woods the best, like them better than the hills, water and prairie put together. —Clara Driscoll, Eighth Grade. Grafton, N, D. L * Seeing and Hearing. ' .; (Honorable Mention.)!..,-v/-,-" I prefer the woods because of their cooling shade on a hot summer day. Nothing pleases me better than to ramble in the woods, -. hunting flowers, listening to the birds as they warble. forth their sweet sings" as they fly from branch to branch, and ■watching the gay little squirrels as they run. about chattering as though they were trying to tell me what fun it is gathering nuts and storing them away for their winter food. Also to gather the beautiful wild flowers i that , grow in such i abundance in the woods, and to sit under*the grand old oaks on the beautiful green grass, so soft and velvety beneath my feet. .; —Nellie Shearer, Sixth Grade. • Spring Valley, Minn. The Svreetest Manic. ; r-!; Of the four features given us I have chosen the water. What is (Score glorious than- the beautiful expansive sea, containing so mu6ii power hidden in its blue depths? In the summer time, ■while wandering on the beach picking shells and moss, the ripple of the wavelets lapping the shore is the sweetest music to my North western Topics For March 23: "A WINDY DAT." In this western country, which is so largely prairie, ) the wind sweeps fiercely over us, even when the sun I shines, and it cannot be called a "storm." Pick out some notable windy day and tell what happened and why' you I choose it. March is especially the month of winds, and I so your memories ought to be quickened. This will apply [ to winter winds as well as those of summer. The papers must be mailed so aa to reach the office not later than Friday Morning, March 15. They must be strictly original, written in ink, on one side only of the paper, not more than 300 words in length, marked with the number of words and signed with the grade, school, name and address of the writer. The pa pers must not be rolled. For March 3Ot "AN IDEAL YARD." Spring will soon be with us, the time when the seeds are planted and careful plans made for the summer glories of the outdoor world. If you have a yard sur rounding your home, describe just how you would arrange flowers and trees, eta, to make out of it your ideal yard. If you have no yard, then give your fancy free rein in de scribing exactly what you would like if you could obtain everything that you want. The papers must be mailed so as to reach the office not later than • Friday Morning, March 22. They must be strictly original, written in ink, on one side only of the papar, not more than 300 words in length, marked with the number of words and signed with the grade, school, name and address of the writer. The pa pers must not be rolled. THE JOURNAL JUNIOR, MINNEAPOLIS, MINNESOTA, SATURDAY, MARCH 9. 1901. ears, while the cool breezes from the water fan my hot cheek and brow. What a beautiful sight the sea presents with a slight wind swelling its waves and gently pushing them towards shore. It is now calm and peaceful, as "Night's silvery veil hangs low o'er Its bosom and the waves curl their glassy ringlets beneath it, like the still, unbroken beating of a sleeper's pulse." But when it is in the grasp of the storm king! The great power, wind, fighting water! Such a glorious sight to see the wind lash the water into yellow, seething foam and toss the white-capped waves far up on shore. It is so exhilarating to hear the rear of thunder answer the boom of the surf and' see a streak of light ning flash the whole into view. Oh, but pity the ship at sea on such a night. The autumn sunsets are very beautiful, as the sun casts a golden-red path of color across the water and then seems to sink into its blue depths. It is not so pleasant in winter time, but the beauties of summer outbalance all this and so—give me a home by the sea! —Rena Cox, Ninth Grade. Cloquet, Minn. Washington School. If I were to choose a place that I wished to live in it would bs in the woods. In the winter when it is cold and stormy the trees form a shelter; in the spring when the trees are covered with fresh green leaves many pretty birds make their homes in them, and through the long summer they make life cheerful with their sweet songs. In the autumn the birds leave but the squirrels and chip munks take their place, but instead of singing they ! keep up a continual chat ter. Besides these there are many other things that make life pleasant in the woods; lumber is also ob tained from the timber and in obtaining it many are furnished with employ ment. —Gordon McLeod, Perham, Minn. Sixth Grade. Imitation of the Sea. I should select the woods as the place to sojourn during my vacation or even for my whole life. * Al though prairies, hills and water may relieve th# monotony of woods, if I were to select one place constituted exclusively of woods, hills, prairies or water, I should choose woods. I should be best able to enjoy the Bleasures which woods afford because I like roaming about in utter solitude, such as uninhabited woods would afford. Then the many different kinds of birds, trees, flowers, plants, cuts and berries which can be found in the woods at different seasons are always a source of amusement, occupation and profit. The woods,*too, seem more cosy and sheltered than moun tain top, broad rolling prairie or the smiling sea. And if one should take a notion to be high and free in the air and make believe he is on a mountain top, or on the rolling sea, he has only to climb the highest tree he can find and, should there be a wind, the vast expanse of tree tops waving to and fro would imitate to perfection the dashing of the waves. —Lily M. Juni, New Ulm, Minn. I prefer the woods because they seem nearest and dearest to me, and my native home was .in the woods. I never realized how dear the woods were to me until I had to leave them. There is nothing more agreeable to me than going out into the woods some hot summer day, to sit under a great oaK, which with its towering branches shuts out old sol's rays. The squirrels jump ing from branch to branch aud the birds singing merrily are enough to make one feel as if he were at peace with all the world. Often have I gone out under a tree with a book to read, but, alas, nature's lullabies put me to sleep. With these reasons, is it a wonder I prefer the woods? —Rose E. West, Eighth Grade. Renville, Minn. I like the prairies best, because I have taken such an interest In them. In summer, wild flowers are growing in abundance everywhere, and a carpet of green grass covers the ground. The birds flutter about and sing their songs. Here and there a farm house may be seen which looks very small when compared to the vast area of prairie about it. Fields of wheat are scattered about and herds of cattle can be seen grazing. In the winter Old Mother Nature has bedecked her household in white, which is very nice. And what is prettier than to see the sun just rising, casting its rays out over the long snow-white prairie and see the snow glisten as if it were thousands of diamonds? Take whatever you choose, but leave me the prairie. —Minnie Peterson, A Eighth Grade. Granite Falls, Minn. Xatural Treasnre Boxes. The mountains are great decorated treasure boxes and besides this they are very beautiful and useful. For instance, look at that large beautiful structure. See how the snowy top glistens as the sun is sinking. Now it turns white and as the sunlight dies away it turns to a silvery gray. Did you notice that moun tain over there? There is a deep, dense forest on its side and a grassy, velvety valley at its feet. Notice that swift torrent of water flowing as if mad down its deep cut valley. Now it rushes on to a great fall, leaps over and foams and sprays hundreds of feet in the air, then falls and flows mildly on to the ocean. Let us ascend one of the mountains. We can see the whole coun * try for miles below with a small village down on one of its sides and a river winding its way down. Now the mist gathers and we can see clouds floating below us. Mountains contain the most beautiful places on earth and I have always thought I should like to live among them. —Mary Ballard, Sixth Grade. Warren, Minn. A. New Gown Every Month. I prefer to live on a prairie because the roads are level and one can see many beautiful flowers and trees, see the trains from a distance and watch the teams pass and then see them go farther and farther away. In the winter when the leaves have fallen off and the trees are covered with crusts of ice and snow, I like to have sleigh rides to town. In summer I enjoy picking flowers and berries. I should prefer to walk to town when it is nice if it were not so far. Minnesota's prairies make the best farming land. How I like to watch the farmer as he prepares the soil for the grain in the spring. Soon after the grain is sown tiny During: All Seasons. II _^, No ?oung man can hopa to-do anything above A& the commonplace who has not made his life a res .^^-.-^ t . ervoir of power ;on which Vhe " can con '\ r ; JL V-#V*r stantly draw, which will never fail him ~- ILJf * -_- -JS -' in any emergency. It is only the i. AAa*.%JL Cj* ;: man of great - reserve, the man R f^prvni r> 9 who *"convert" JLX^J*3wi VVili | ed his knowledge > into power, who has ground every experiment into paint for the great canvas for life's picture, who will make his mark in the world. The very skill which enables a surgeon to save a life, in an hour of supreme crisis, has been purchased by years of preparation, of stern discipline. '-'. ■' ' 1 - \ ■ —O. S. Mardcn in Success. No Wonder at All. "Waving Fields of drain. *• green sprouts can be seen coming through the ground. Th« prairies of this state look their best in June. In July or August there is quite a different appearance in field and meadow; the scythe has cut the long waving grass and the reaper is busy at work binding the golden grain into sheaves. Some boast of the variety of scenery furnished by mountains, but it seems as if every month the prairie has a new gown. It is a good thing that nature has given us so many forms of land so that we all can have our choice. —Anna Olson, Seventh Grade. Bird Island, Minn. ."I lie Ever Changing Sea*. Whether a person prefers woods, hills, prairie or water de pends a great deal on the place where he has lived in child hood. A person who has lived most of his life among hills would tell you it made his eyes weary to look' over a broad prairie, with nothing to relieve the undulating surface but per haps a fence or house standing alone in the midst of miles of level land. On the other hand one who had spent his life on the prairie would feel shut in among hills. To live near water is delightful, most people agree to that. It seems to me woods would be unpleasant to live in and too uncivilized. I prefer the water. The climate near a lake or the ocean is nearly always pleasant. A lake affords many pleasures, but the ocean would My preference is not for the woods, prairie or water, but the hills. Eor if there is any thing whie.h I like to feast my eyes on it is the mountains, either covered with verdure or snow capped. They break the monotony which gazing upon- a prairie always produces and make the scenery varied. The coloring, generally, is brighter and of differ ent hues, which, when one is tired and feeling rather woebe gone, brightens one's spirits wonderfully. Besides, there are al ways surprises in store for one when traveling jn a hilly coun try, for a hill generally cuts off what is back of it from our view, and there is always pleasure in the anticipation of what may be revealed. For can we imagine anything more beautiful and graceful than a mountain? First it is green and then it gradually becomes snow capped, while the pinnacle may be seen, clean cut and glittering, or shadowy and indistinct, in the dis tance, but all blended so artistically as to charm the eye. Then one's thoughts and impulses generally soar to the top of the mountain and that peculiar elevation which the mind experi ences, termed sublimity, steals over the soul, hushing and sooth ing it. It seems to methat if one lived near a high mountain one would become purer and better, for to behold it towering and reaching its arms toward heaven would inspire us to nobler things. —Bessie Cushing, Eleventh Grade. Tracy, Minn. The Only One Lett. ■ The mountains and woods are good for invalfds and the t prairies appeal to the cowboys and herds of cattle. But as I am not an invalid, cowboy or part of a herd of cattle there is but one thing left, the lake. I never yet have seen.a hill or prairie into which I- could dive on a hot summer day and cool myself, and then take a brisk row to make me feel good. In the lake I can .: go out in a sailboat in a good hard wind and get drenched to the : skin. If it were not for the lakes there would be no skating in winter, except for artificial ponds, which are not very large. We - could not get along without the prairies or hills, but I am sure other. Juniors will agree with, me that they like a lake best.: • —Arthur T. Weeks, Eighth Grade. N Holcome Avenue, Litchfield, Minn.*.' * Freedom of the I*rniries. These are the gardens of . the desert; these, The unshorn fields, boundless and beautiful, For which the speech of England has no name. The prairies! - How beautiful are these prairies,, with their long grass way ing in the wind! See how they stretch far away in airy undula- ' tions that make them look like a colored sea. How rest-\ ful they -are to the eyes when emerging from a dense woods, where, though trees and soft green grass are pretty, seeing noth ing but these the eyes soon tire. I enjoy life on a prairie because. - it is so free and wild, with no thought of care or trouble. The' south wind blows peacefully along, bringing odors of sweet* scented flowers and in the fall it shrieks around the corner of the house, warning us of the cold winter which will soon come down from the north, with its beautiful stretches of white snow, which. . sparkle in the bright sun and glisten in the moonlight. The win ters are cold, but when the fresh, breezy summer comes,- with; flowers and sunshine,: I feel fully repaid for ■ having stayed in.-' doors all winter. '\ —Rena Hallas, , Eighth Grade. / __ . Adrian, Minn. >: More Fun on a Hill. If I had my choice I should choose a hill. I do not have to wish to live or stay on a hill, as I live on one now. In the sum mer when it la hot or very* warm it is always cool and breezy on the green hills. Sometimes we have picnics out in the cool shade . of the oak trees. From the hills we can look down on the Mis sissippi and see the _ : large steamers and rafts coming down the river. In the winter •when the snow is on the ground we can go out tobogganing on the slopes of the hills. The skiing is also ; very pleasant. When we are tired of tobogganing we can play in the snow drifts. So I shall always prefer a hill to water, woods ■„•, or prairies because of the jolly times we can have. A Sixth Grade, .. ' '—Nellie Allen, '-• Central School. - Red Wing, Minn., ,-Tr _ v ; ** * , -, ■■ ;: '■"-■■•■■■ ■■'■■■ "';•, Except When Blizzards Rage. ..; ' Like the true North Dakotan I am I like our prairies. To be sure, they are not so inviting in the winter time, when a genuine - North Dakota blizzard is howling over them; but in summer be preferable. Life on the seashore could not be monotonous, for the ocean is ever-changing, one day calm and bright, the next windy and gray, while a storm at sea never could be forgotten. During these storms many of the brav est deeds are performed. On calm days there would be a sail, one of the most delightful pleasures. On other days I could watch the ships sailing back and forth and hunt for sea shells in the sand. A per son who had lived near the sea never could forget it and nowhere could he find anything in nature surpas sing it in grandeur. —Jessie McCallum, 129 Wilson Ay, St. Cloud. Ninth Grade. Surprises in Store.