Elmwood School - Samara Yearbook (Ottawa, Ontario Canada)

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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

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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 it ' s really true. But remember, do everything I tell you and don ' t let go of my hand for one moment, or else you might get lost . Babs jumped up quickly and began to dress. Do hurry , said her brother in a whisper, or I ' m afraid we will miss them. Alright Ronnie , replied Babs excitedly, I ' ll try my best . In a few moments Babs was dressed and ready to go. (You must remember that Babs was only about five and that Ronnie was seven and a half.) There now, I ' m dressed. Didn ' t take long, did I asked Babs, but Ronnie didn ' t answer, but grasped the little girl ' s hand and down the winding staircase the two little figures crept, then out into the dreary moor. The moon was shining and the night was wonderful, with stars like a huge city, with tiny lights all over. I . . . . I am so frightened , whispered Babs, do you think we ' d better go back? No, of course not , replied Ronnie, trying hard to be brave, we are going to see the fairies and pixies . But I am so cold , shuddered Babs. Oh! you just think you are cold, I am as warm as toast! Just ' cos you ' re warm doesn ' t make me warm too . . . it . . . it almost makes me colder . Sh . . . listen. Isn ' t that music I hear far away in the distance asked Ronnie in a whisper. Yes, fairy music, and I do believe it is coming nearer , gasped Babs quickly. Just then the whole place where they were standing seemed to light up, and the two children were confronted with a beautiful sight. First came the fireflies, making the place bright with their lights, then some pixies, and, last of all, a chariot carrying a beautiful fairy and drawn by hundreds of little pixies. At first Ronnie and Babs were so bewildered that they stood very still, as if they had been glued to the ground, but suddenly Babs, who recovered her senses quicker than Ronnie, stepped 13