Humberside Collegiate Institute - Hermes Yearbook (Toronto, Ontario Canada)

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Uwe I-ierwefr N I've plan for many year. Wall, sir, I tak' de pistol from out ma poche, aim it to your head, an' I might tol' you if de Blackfeet hadn't made de beeg mess of dat coach w'en dey did, ba gosh, you'd be de dead man now for sure. Thereupon Bateese held forth the gun which jacques accepted, and, turn- ing quickly to the door, Hung it far out into the snow. Glory be to Godly' expostulated the landlord. Sure an, it does me heart good to see it so. In faith an' I wouldn't miss the endin' ev yer stories fur all the spirits in me casks, fur by St. Patrick its not ivery night tales the like o' these are in the tellin'. And so it happened that the land- lord kept his inn open well on into the early hours of the next morning. It also transpired that he consumed far more wood in the hearth than was his thrifty wont, but it did his jolly heart good and amply repaid the loss of fuel and spirits, to witness two brave Courier-de-Bois who had been separated for years by the Hipping of a coin in the Rockies, re-united by a glass of whisky blanc in a village inn of old Quebec. -lark Kelly, If-F. f L l 7 3,32 XY!! F f ..4 sq, .Q f -1 -4-gli - -ggi?-Z, K - 1 .K- 1?-, .',. , ' 1' , ,V V -:Q-ill - . 1, fx ,V f .f f S 31:-'iffiifl -- g ,N ' X s 2 - X V A xswiif Xxgqx - The Night Before Exams. 'Twas the night 'fore exams, and we shivered and shook, And dragged out t-he torn, forgotten old booksg The ones we'd discarded, so long, long ago, When we had been happy, not thinking, you know, Of exams and of failures, report cards, and oh- 'llhe clock slowly ticked the minutes awayg And right there we sat turning night into day, VVe tried- to pretend we were clever and bright And that our reports would turn out all right. But .strangely enough it just didn't go- For down in our hearts It just isn't so. VVhy is it exams come so quickly around? We hardly have time to get feet on the ground. Ilut cheer up, when it is all over I guess, We'll be happy to know that it's just one test less. 101 -Dorothy Hunter, Il--G.

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THE H Erewlft' XX so excite, ronnin' an' jonipin' lak' honder devil. IVall! ma frien's w'en dat driver fella' say 'Non, non, m'sieurs, I cannot tak' you on de coach for de reason dat Ilin full to de top. Bateese get more excite dan ever an' swear he'l1 kill dat fella, if he don' tak' us wid heem. I tell you, ma frien's, dat coachman is purty smart man, for hrs' t'ing we know, he say I'll toss de coin to see w'ich one will go wid me to de mission ,but feefty mile 'way to get two t'ree horse an' return encore. I'm not so sure 'bout dat idea, but Bateese say correc' right off, so de drivernian toss de coin an' I win. Par Dieu, but I'm not very glad for leave ma' frien', but de coachman say its tres correc' an' he's leave leetle grub and plentee shot for de gun. So at wonce we shak' han, Bateese an' me, de driver climb upon hees box, crack de horses an' we're off for de mission. Le bon Dieu is de only wan dat know w'at happen to Bateese alter dat, for me I never see heein no more. For the love o' God, ejaculated the landlord, Ye don't mean t'say ye didn't go back fer th' poor devil? Iacques' eyes filled with tears as he addressed himself to the landlord. You see ma frien', it was dis way. W'e11 we're ,bout twenty mile or so from dat cabane, long come de beeger pack of Blackfeet dan I ever see be- fore. Dey were on de grand hooraw, an' niakl de beeger mess of dat coach dan de wolves mak' of Bateese's pony. Dey cut de head off dat coachman an' de oders befor' deres tam' to t'ink. An' me, wall, dey look me over, feel ma beeg muscle, for you mus' know I'm still de young man, an' talk togedder for so long dat, ba gosh I t'ink dey're all out of breat'. Den day ax me -- Crash, the table in the centre of the room overturned and a man stag- gered into the ring of astonished faces, an old-fashioned service pistol hung from his limp fingers. .Iacques! His voice shook with emotion. Bateese ! The old Courier-de-lilois came to his feet upsetting the arm- chair other's hand. To his utter astonish- llateese fell back a pace and in his eagerness to grasp the ment refused to compromise. Non, non lXI'sieur. I cannot tak' your han' for de reason I am not deserve to be your frien'. Wuen I come here tonight, I tak' de chair in de corner, sam, place I sit me t'irty year ago for de reason dat l'm very tire' on de long trip from de coas'. I sit back on de chair an' t'ink of de night we lef' for de gol' rush, of de monee we're mak', how we lose it on de hooraw, an' den I t'ink of de way you desert me in dat cabane waitin' t'rou' de long night for your return wid de horse, Ma blood boil w'en I t'ink of de way you leave me for de wolf to eat, an' den I laugh de bitter laugh w'en I t'ink of de day I fin' de gol' dus' un'er de floor of dat cabane hid by de ol' miner who die dere long tam' befor . Waiice more I grin me w'en I t'ink of ,nother day I fin' de leetle reever behin' de cabane runnin' away wid gol', more gol' in wan day dan we tak' t'ree year to mak' on de claim. 'ISO los' I am in de t'oughts of de pas', dat I don't notice me right off a voice dat was so dear wan tam'. But it's only leetle w'ile till I'm positif dat it's your voice, and I say to mese'f its tam' to mak' de grand revenge dat 100

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4 1 Y 'buf , - Aw Z ygy r-if 5 it-1 5 ia M gf NNN A Halloween Adventure There is a lonely hill in Ireland covered with heather and green herhs. Under an old, stunted tree, half-way up the incline, lay a curly-haired shep- herd lad, Terence hy name. Behind him spread the dusky arc of the sky. lit here and there hy tiny specks which were the stars. He was an imagin- ative hoy, who had heard his grandmother tell many tales of the little folk. The villagers had told him there was no truth in her stories, and he was torn between belief and disbelief. Musing on these things he fell asleep hy the fire. He was awakened hy the restless movements and slight whines of his dog companion, Lad. He seemed to see all around him tiny folk, little men in tiny suits of green, accompanied by airy ladies in flowing dresses and borne on glistening wings of every colour of the rainbow. T Here is a mortal who does not know whether to believe in us or not, he heard them murmur to themselves. He is at least not so cruel as the other mem- bers of the village who, not waiting to learn anything about us, have denounced us, thus greatly lessening our nunibersf' He gathered that they had been summoned by a little elf who had found the sheep on their fairy ring, and, rather piqued, had come to find the cause of the disturbance. Dis- covering who the culprit was, they had changed their attitude from one of anger to one of pity. This bov evidently did not know what he was doing and wished to learn. 10 Astonished at their sudden appear- ance, Terence sat looking at them with wide-open mouth, while they under- took to tell him what and who they XYCY3. XYe are horn in the spring when each tiny flower shows its head. Vie take care of the hud till it grows large and portion out its henefits to insects. animals and men: nectar for the honey-hee: food for the silkwormg and beauty for man. lt is not fair of men to forget us, for there is a special fairy horn for every person, and if he will not have us. we die. explained a little gnome in a dignified manner, quite comical in one so grotesque. After the summer goes we fly south with the hirds, and our hrothers, the frost-fairies, coat all the wild fruit with a tiny film and paint the leaves with gaudy colours. Viihen you see ferns and trees pictured on the window-pane, or landscapes, it is the fairies' promise that Spring will come again. We do not always work, sometimes we play. That is why we are here today, but your sheep are on our fairy ring. Hastening to remove the offending sheep, Terence awoke with a start to find the fairies gone. All that was left to remind him of their coming was a ring of fiowers near his feet and the sun rising in all its splendour of rose and gold. Terence watched the colours gradu- ally fade, and, turning, strode down the hill, with a light heart and a happy belief in the little folk. -Jane flfonteiflz, U-xl. 2