Havergal College - Magazine Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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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

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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 This case was discovered almost two hundred years ago by two boys of ten and twelve. They were playing near this part of the mountain when they suddenly discovered an opening in the rock. A winding passage was found to be there, and when author- ities were told of this matter, it was thoroughly searched and found to be a very interesting cave. The boys received about one thousand dollars for their claims in it. Later, more rooms were discovered and since then more wonderful stalactites and stalag- mites have been forming in the cave. The opening which these boys found was in such a direction as to receive the full gusts of wind, and the wind roared through the cave, filling it with queer noises and echoes. This was how the cave received its name, but that opening is now closed and a new opening has been made. The cave is formed into numerous rooms. One is a reception room where all of the visitors leave their cards. Another is the Old Maids ' Kitchen, and every spinster leaves a hairpin there. But of all the different divisions (there are at least a dozen) the Bridal Chamber seems the most delicate. Huge stalac- tites and stalagmites, formed so daintily that almost a touch breaks them, look like trees covered with hoar-frost. A small stalactite takes at least one hundred years to form, so the cave must have been in existence thousands of years ago. At first, torches were used to light the cave, but now a complete electric lighting system has been installed, and the lights are so arranged as to show the wonderful formations to the very best advantage. All through the cave there are strange and beautiful sights, but to tell of all of them would take too long — it is better to see them. RUTH WATSON, Upper V. Form. A HORSE RACE. With open nostrils, short-cropped manes, And heads held high with stately grace, A moment ' s pause, with tight-held reins, A lowered flag — and then the race. All forward dash with quickening stride, Each one attempts the rest to lead, Their strength is shown, endurance tried, Till one, the victor, does succeed. RUTH WATSON, Form Upper V 43