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

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10, AN OLD SEAMAN While I was on my summer vacation I went visiting some of the French fishing villages along the rocky shores of Nova Scotia, As I was staying at one such village one afternoonj my curiosity overtook me and I went roaming the narrow, crooked streets of the quaint little towno Soon I managed to find the harbour, for the town was very small. There, while looking at the ships, I spied a little man with a strange appearance. His fair hair shone in the glaring sun and his nose stuck out, looking as if it had been nailed on him. Although his clothes were very shabby he did not have a dirty appearance. The old seaman ' s mou had fat lipSj between which was a hand-carved pipe. While he was smoking that pipe his skilful hands were cutting at a piece of wood, which was beginning to look like a fishing vessel. To cover his Cad, jolly cheeks was a heavy beard, and every time he laughed his plump belly shook and shook. When he looked with his beady eyes into mine and said, Are you lost or som ' thing, son? he enchanted me with his gruff seaman ' s voice. But having told him where I came from, and what I was doing, I then walked home again. P, Dickson - Age 12.9 RUNNING HORSE Past the houses, past the gate, Over the hill and around the tree. Around the hedge, over the logs Without the cart he runs so free. Past the farmer, past the house, Over the track, over the fence, Past the children, past the trough, Into the woodland ever so dense. Now the wind leaves his face At a slightly slower pace. Now he stops, and looks around. Now his ears have been robbed of the sound. John MacLaohlan - Age 13 4

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11 o MYSTERY IN THE NIGHT Softly the Big Ben clock in the hall chimes two in the morning. The moonlight sneaks through the closed shutters and shines on a cold bare spot in the middle of the floor. A squeak is heard, as muffled foot-steps creep silently down the hall and pass into the room beyond. From the room comes another squeak, of a door being opened in careful haste. Then nothing. All is quiet for a minute. The door silently closes. Then the footsteps glide softly down the hall until they reach the foot of the stairs. The careful eyes gleam in the quiet light of the moon. The foot- steps move down the hall a little further, and then stop, in the next room, A heavy metal door rolls and a few fitful snorts of greed are heard, A black steel knife is raised and then plunged into soft flesh. Dark liquids ooze gradually out, and the knife is slowly and methodically taken away. The ever-watching eyes glance furtively about the room, trying to pierce the darkness. All is still and silent. The eyes shine and take on a look of extreme satisfaction. Then, out of nowhere, a voice pierces the darkness - John, I thought I told you to stay out of that roast beef and gravy i The shamed eyes lower in defeat. F, Anthony - Age 14-, 10 THE HUNT The men were ready before the sun, The horses were ready and the chase begun. Lucky was the fox that was in bed, For those that were out would surely be dead. There was one little fox named Winky Red Who did not know of the danger ahead, Thudi went a bullet into the ground, And 80, as it hit, he turned around, Bangi went another. Now Winky lies there Stone cold dead and still no wiser. David Dyer - Age 12,1