PESTALOZZI 76 “THERE IS NO CASTE IN BLOOD” 80 VIVA LA GUERRA 82 BATTLE CRY 84 EL EMPLAZADO 86 NATIONAL SONG 88 THE RIGHT OF MIGHT 90 JAMES E. MURDOCH 92 THE CONCORD SEER 95 THE POET OF CLOVERNOOK 97 THE GREENFIELD WIZARD 99 WILLIAM BAIRD OF RIDGEVILLE 100 LET’S SHAKE 104 A WELCOME TO BOZ 107 THE BOOK AUCTION 109 A GIFT ACKNOWLEDGED 111 THE OLD HOMESTEAD 113 JENNIE MOORE 115 ASHES 116 POSY 117 A SNOW BIRD 119 THE UPSET 121 THE SCHOOL GIRL 122 THE READERS 125 WAG 126 DONATELLO 129 GABRIEL OF SCHWARTZENWALD 131 COFFEA ARABICA 137 AN INDIA SHAWL 140 APOLOGY 141 UNRECONCILED 144 ANNIVERSARY 146 AMAUROTE 148 _SAGA OF THE OAK_ SAGA OF THE OAK. Hoarsely to the midnight moon Voiced the oak his rugged rune: “Harken, sibyl Moon, to me; Hear the saga of the Tree. “Thou, O queen of splendor, must Pale and crumble back to dust; Through slow eons diest thou,-- Doomsday craves my vitals now. “I am scion of a line Old, imperial, divine; Earth produced my ancestor Ere great Odin was, or Thor.