Brentwood College School - Brentonian Yearbook (Mill Bay, British Columbia Canada)

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B r e 11 1 w o o d College Magazine At once the men set about the great task of building the temple. In the construction they took a year. The building was to be a lasting memorial of the chief, his son, and the bird who had made the work possible. Great carvings adorned the rough logs and tall totem poles were posted at the corners. Such a beautiful building had never before been built or seen on this picturesque western coast and in the following years it came to be a shrine for every tribe on the coast. Far from the North came warriors to see the shrine that had been built, and when they went back they took with them tales of how a bird had made the great work possible. They in turn found that the raven could help them and they also revered the bird. They placed its figure on top of their totem poles, sometimes in a peculiar shape ; it is that same creature that helped Chief Tzouhalem before white men came to this coast, and that is why, to this day, the raven is still carved on top of an Indian totem pole. D. Edwyn Nunn. The Gift of Spring To earth at last has come the spring, Brightening with flowers field and fen, Transforming with her golden light The very hearts and minds of men. The sun sends down his flashing rays From a vaulted arch of limpid blue, And warms the deep and sparkling sea. Whose waves reflect the dazzling hue. By grove and shady forest pool Where laughing Dryads live secure, Among the beauties of the woods Which often change but still endure ; There, where the angels plant the seeds Of wild flowers which soon will grow, There quietude and beauty make A paradise we all may know. Like Icarus, who sought the sun In a mad flight on waxen wings, So rage we after happiness, And pass it by, in littler things. J. Griffith. Page Thirteen

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Brentwood College Magazine The Raven LONG ago, before civilization reached the Saanich peninsula, there lived at the foot of Tod Inlet an Indian chief, Tzouhalem. His tribe was known to be the strongest on the whole island, but this unhappy man was not ambitious for power. The one thing uppermost in his mind was to leave to his followers an inheritance by which he should be remembered. So it happened that for many years the chief wandered about, always in deep silence, wondering and thinking what he could do, till at last his followers grew worried. A conference of the braves was called and the chief, ignorant of the meeting, happened upon it in session and told them his cares. Followers, my time draws soon to a close. For years I have been ruling and watching over you carefully ; but what am I to leave you ? Senanus, my son, now lies sleeping out on the island that bears his name, and on my death you will be without a chief, or even anything to look up to. Rut let us be happy, for the time has not yet come when my body shall be beside my son, and my soul depart for the Happy Hunting-Ground. Later in the year, when the sun was at the height of its orbit, the old chief embarked in his canoe and headed towards the mountain in the west. When he reached the western shore he pulled his dug-out high on the pebbly beach. Then, unarmed and with a single thought, he climbed the mountain towering high above the waters. By nightfall he had reached his objective, the top of the mountain, from where he could see the red path the sun had left as it sank into its western home beyond the Great Water. The brilliant sun of the morning awoke the old man from his deep sleep. Looking west, he surveyed the vast blue expanse of the Pacific. To the east he could see his own dominion ; a little to the left was the sacred island that held his warriors ; to the right lay his own village ; he could make out clearly the houses. What could he do for his people? If he could only build them a large temple in which he could leave them a replica of himself ! He gazed steadfastly into the depths of the blue heaven, his bent figure searching for help, till, near by, a jet black raven distracted his attention with its croaking. O Black Creature, he said, if you could but have a secret power to carry logs, I would have you carry logs such as grow only in the great forests of the North. Wearily the old warrior made his way back to the village. So deep was his brooding that he failed to notice huge logs, fully fifty feet in length and six feet in diameter, lying in an immense pile on the shore, shaded by dusk. But when the village aroused itself for the daily tasks, they were startled by the sight of the logs. An escort brought the chief to the scene ; he was amazed. The logs ! The raven ! He pieced his thoughts together and it all came back to him. The bird was really his benefactor, and raising both his hands above his head and stretching out his body to its full height he looked up into the sky and cried aloud praise of, the black bird. The wondering crowd gathered from his wild praise what had happened and they, too, joined in the song of thanksgiving. Page Twelve

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Brentwood College Magazine Rowing THE waterfront of the school has been again this year a centre of great activity and enthusiasm. Rowing has been indulged in throughout the year and sculling, swimming and diving have been practised during the Summer Term. The Rowing Club having seventy boys on its strength was able to supply more equipment for the use of its members. A speed boat capable of moving at twenty-one knots was obtained and crews in training are no longer able to escape from their coaches and develop bad habits and faults of form unchecked. Two single sculling boats were built for the club in Victoria and the art and science of sculling has taken a strong hold on the imagination and interest of the boys ; it is hoped that this branch of watermanship will provide an outlet for the energy of many boys who are of too light physique for sweep-oar rowing. A double sculling pair was bought near the end of the year ; this will enable the club to give more definite instruction in sculling next year. In addition to these new boats, a four-oared shell is being built for us by George Towns of Australia, this being a most generous gift to the club from Mr. Nickson. We have rowed many races this year, and while we have lost more of our outside events than we have won, our crews have shown skill and determination, so that hard, well-fought finishes have left pleasant memories with us all. On Old Boys ' Day we rowed a four-oared race against a crew from the University of B. C, two members of which, Thornton and Smith, were old boys of the school. The school crew, stroked by Cameron mi., rowed an excellent race, winning from their redoubtable opponents by the small margin of 6 feet. Two fours and two scullers represented the school at the Victoria Day regatta at the Gorge. Our junior crew were led by their opponents for the greater part of the course. Pugh ' s quickened stroke in the last 100 yards of the race was so well supported by his crew that the gap was almost closed, the James Bay crew winning by only 3 feet. The senior crew rowed well against a stronger and more experienced crew and lost by about 2y 2 lengths. Pratt, our senior sculler, lost his race after a thrilling finish by two feet and Marlatt was beaten fairly easily by the James Bay junior. the: ist crew Page Fourteen