Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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SAMARA And £is they neared the earth they fell And, so the ancient Grecians tell, ' Twas on a desert old. And there the earth was scorched dry But still his noble sisters cry Ah! Pheethon the Bold! Ruth Eliot, 3b.— Apollo was agheist at this, My touch the fiery steeds will miss, To sudden death you go. But by the River Styx I swore So you must drive my horses four, Though you will come to woe. The horses raced across the sky. And Jupiter heard Phsethon cry Apollo ' s words were true! He so near burnt the frightened world That a dread thunder-bolt was hurled. From Jupiter it flew. He drove across the sea and fell, For the thunderbolt was aimed well At him and he was killed. His watching sisters this did see. And Heaven heard their sorrowing plea. But now their grief is stilled. AN EXPERIENCE ON A RANCH On the south bank of the South Thompson River, eighteen miles east of Kamloops, is situated the Monte Creek Ranch. Many thrilling scenes have taken place in the neighbourhood, but I think the most exciting were two train Hold-Ups which occurred on the Canadian Pacific Railway line running through the ranch. The first hold-up took place four miles west of Monte Creek at a station known as Ducks. The leader of the hold-up gang was well known throughout British Columbia as Bill Minor though his true name was Samuel Edwards. He was a noted 10

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SAMARA to come down, and in a little while was running about quite gaily again. He is the only pet I have and, though he is not as tame as a dog or cat would be, I have a great deal of pleasure with him. BETTY PEEK. (The first two verses of this poem were composed by Forms 4c and 3b together and the conclusion was written by each child alone. It is rather interesting to compare these two versions.) — Ed. THE STORY OF APOLLO AND PHEATON IN VERSE Phaethon was a youth so bold Who once to his companions told He was Apollo ' s son. His boastful tale they laughed to scorn, No, you are not immortal born! They jeered him every one. Up Olympus he made his way And bade the great Apollo say: By Stjoc 1 swear! A sign I ' ll give you , and the youth replied, The chariot of the Sun to ride To prove I ' m son of thine! Mabel Diinlop, 4c — Apollo stood aghast and cried No God but I have ever tried, ' Tis not your task, my son! Give me your horses for one day. For by your oath you ' re bound to stay. It really must be done! The horses knew who drove them on, They knew it was Apollo ' s son. And north and south they dashed. Near, yet nearer to earth they flew. And Phaethon knew not what to do. Till last on earth they crashed. 9

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SAMARA train robber and, like Robin Hood, he believed in robbing the rich companies and giving to the poor. He and his gang made friends with a cattle thief who had his stronghold in the timber about twenty miles south of the C. P. R. One cloudy night in spring, when the Canadian Pacific train going west, carrying a large gold brick from the smelter at Trail to Vancouver, passed through the station, the second Robin Hood with his merry men prepared to relieve the train of its valuable cargo. One of the gang got on the engine at the station and when the train was some distance west of the station he covered the engine driver with his revolver and commanded him to stop the train, detach the en gine and express-car from the remainder and run them down the track to where the rest of the gang was waiting to search for the gold. This was done by the terrified engine-driver and the search began. When the robbers had found all they could they allowed the train to proceed, while they escaped into the bush. Next day all the police were hunting the country-side for the robbers but no trace could be found, so the Mounted Police were called in from Alberta. However, it was not the Mounties who finally tracked and found the robbers, but the Chief of the Kamloops Police. He was riding through the country, looking like an ordinary inhabitant with his revolver well hidden, when he saw, well ahead of him, three men, apparently prospectors. He overtook them and they enquired of him the way and he gave them all the information they wanted while observing their appearance and the outline of their revolvers in their hip pockets. He then wished them Good day and rode slowly on till out of sight; then he galloped with all speed till he found the other policemen. They then joined forces and surrounded the robbers. The gang was taken to Westminster gaol and tried and after a year Bill Minor escaped to the United States, where he caught fever in a swamp and died. (The second hold-up story will appear in the next issue of this Magazine.) RUTH BOSTOCK. 11