Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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 THE FALL OF THE LEAVES Nature ' s come to call to their beds All her dear little sleepy heads. Her children are not as you and I But are the leaves that flutter by. Their beds are in a shady wood Where once some modest violets stood; Their nurse, the cold wind, then tucks them in With bedclothes white and fleecy thin. And then the robin bids goodbye And snowflakes start to flutter by. Winter ' s here with his stormy blast And the little leaves are asleep at last! MABEL DUNLOP. WHEN THE MOON SHONE Babs was a pretty little girl with blue eyes and dark hair but she had one great fault, she was very wilful and when she did not get things all her own way she became bad tempered. One night she was sent to bed early for quarrelling with her brother Ronnie. For some time she lay quiet and still, cuddling her beautiful doll, and then, with another outburst of temper she took her poor little doll and gave her a severe shaking. I don ' t love you any more , said Babs to her dollie, ' in fact I don ' t love anybody . Rising up in bed she flung her doll across the room and then snuggled down between the sheets and fell asleep. Just as she was in the land of dreams she felt a little hand touching hers, and, rising up quietly, saw that it was her brother Ronnie, in his nightie, sitting on her bed. What are you here for? demanded Babs in a frightened voice. Don ' t make such a noise, and I ' ll tell you , replied her brother. Do you remember the story Nurse read to us yesterday about the Pixies ? Well, let us go down to the moor and see if 12