Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Havergal College Magazine down the massive trunks of trees and stripping them of their branches. Two of the party were preparing to leave for the town; we offered them a lift (which they readily accepted) and drove on again. However do they get those logs to the river, enquired my chum of one of the lumberjacks. The horses haul the logs to the bank, and as soon as we pass this bit of the wood. I shall be able to show you the next stage of their journey, he answered. We had not gone far when we came to a place where the road passed for quite a distance along the river bank. I stop- ped the horse as our guide desired. Far below like a silver thread flowed the Bull, rushing on to join the Kootenay, and as we gazed, something like a splash attracted our eyes. The timberman bade us look closely, and we could see extending down the side of the slope what he termed a flume, composed of well greased boards down which log after log slipped at lightning speed, to end with a grand splash into the river. The swift current of the Bull carries the logs to the Kootenay, where, protected by booms, most of them reach the mill in safety, our companion informed us. Frank and I determined then and there to see the end of those logs, so we drove Flossie along at a fast pace in order to reach the Town and have time to go through the mill. On arriving at the Town we purchased our provisions, after which we wandered along the bank of the Kootenay till we came to the mill. There, according to previous arrangement, our friend the lumberjack met us prepared to lead us through the mill. He showed us how the logs were taken from the river, by means of a great chain and hooks, to the sawing floor. At the time we were there a gigantic pine log was being hoisted up the incline, so we thought we would follow it through its various and exciting adventures. Situated near the chain stood the man who controlled the chain, niggers nnd spikes, by pulling different levers. As the log neared the log dock, large spikes called niggers bobbed up, gripped the log, pulling it on to the dock, from which darted great iron teeth, preventing the log from moving farther. The log was then rolled upon a shifting platform, the sawyer judged the width of the strips which were to be cut, and soon our friend the Log was no more! These strips pass on to moving wheels and chains; the barky pieces, the lumberjack informed us, go straight on, are cut in two and used for fire wood. The good pieces are rolled to another saw, which we passed on to see, still following a piece of our old log. This saw smooths them, continued our guide. The strip continued its journey to be evened. A man situated in a box above, controls with one pull of his lever 41

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Havergal College Magazine BABY ' S GARDEN. Baby ' s eyes build a wonderful garden, Wherein she may walk with her pink chubby feet — Fairy spot, bright as the Forest of Arden, And touched with the breath of the Jessamine sweet; Pathways that wind where a child loves to wander, Rose walks that bend to the little one ' s quest, Then to the gate and the loving hearts yonder, And back to the nursery, mother, and rest. MARGARET HARRISON, Form Lower V. A BRITISH COLUMBIA SAW-MILL. Hullo Harry! harness up Flossie, for Jack says we need more provisions, and I ' ll ride along to town with you, called my chum Frank. Our little party of live considered a British Columbia forest the best place for a holiday, and so not two days previous we had pitched our camp near a beautiful little fall, there to spend the summer. I was on the alert and ready to explore the neighborhood and especially to have a look at the town, so it was not long before Frank and myself were off on our way through the forest. Tall trees of spruce, fir, cedar, pine and tamarac arched over our heads, while every now and then the bend in the road brought us in full view of the river valley below. We had not travelled far when we met a party of lumberjacks, chopping 40

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Havergal College Magazine the little saws which bob up as the strip passes. Thus all the pieces are the same length. The strip passes on to a part of the mill where men catch them with their peevies, putting pine with pine, and cedar with cedar. They are hauled off by horses and piled in large squares to season in the sun, and that is the end of them before they are made into furniture, laths, etc, ended the lumberman. It was very interesting I thought, and every time I visit the town I generally take a walk to the mill. E. TODD, Form Upper V. WHICH ARE YOU? In a class of music pupils, One finds girls of every type. As in all the other branches There are never two alike. There ' s the girl who ' ll never practise, Seems to think there is no need ! Murders time and tune and fingering, Makes her teacher ' s heart to bleed. Then the girl who ' s conscientious, Doesn ' t tremble and look cowed; For she ' s sure of what she ' s doing, She has worked, and counts out loud. But the dearest girl to teach is — ( One with talent, you will cry). No! the one who ' s simply willing And makes up her mind to try. THE CAVE OF THE WINDS. One of the most interesting points in the West is the Cave of the AYinds, which is found not far from Manitou, Colorado. Leaving Manitou, one goes on a long, winding road of reddish colored sand stone, through the narrow ledges of William ' s Canon and up a mountain trail till an insignificant little curio store and waiting room is reached, and a guide is ready to take the different parties through the cave. 42