Halifax Grammar School - Grammarian Yearbook (Halifax, Nova Scotia Canada)

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A SEAMAN I ' LL NEVER FORQET Yes, It was on the Mary Bee that I first met the old leadog, Captain Kelber. He was born Hungarian, and his features rould tell us that he had sailed more than the seven seas. His ace was divided into sections by the wrinkles stretching from lis brow to his chin. Each section was speckled with pimples )r mountainous with warts, and his complexion was not at all )lea8ing to the eye. Of course, he had his better parts. His round little bald lead had not one pimple or wart upon It. It was covered with a brilliant red. And his hooked Roman nose divided his face into ;wo sections, one sunburnt and the other wlndburnt. This was caused by his always standing on the bridge when his wooden ship as bound for England from Canada. Another thing that Impressed me when I met him was that chere was always a distinct smell of salt around him. I imagined at the time that it was from the cool salt air ' s blowing through lis clothes and the sfiilt ' s staying there. His clothes were usual ' Ly the same old captain ' s clothes, a rugged old navy blue Jacket, Long black pants, and a light blue captain ' s hat. The way he spoke struck me, too, for It was a mixture of Scottish and English. This seemed strange, for he was born Hun- garian. But then he told me, When I was a wee tot me mother and father took me to Scotland ' cause of a war comin g in. That settled that fact, but soon I learned that he was sixty-nine and still sailing his steamer. I had thought he was retired. But I guess the six-feet- two-Inch coot would rather die than have his ship taken away from him. It was like his baby, and I am sure he will nurse it until his death. I thought I had met a true- hearted seaman that day, and I shall never forget. Stephen Smith - Age 12.1 THE BATTLEFIELD There was no sun, There was no moon, The cloud Jiung low that night at seven. The battlefield was dark at night Except for the flicker of a lantern ' s light, And slowly marched the guards along the height. There was no sun, There was no moon, And silently the night sped by. Yet thousands died upon the field below. They died in but a day. And now The night knows neither which is friend or foe. Christopher Curtis - Age 11. 5