Montreal High School - Magazine Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE l0I ticingg however I managed to hobble over with Buffarn to dinner at Fraser's each night. They certainly treated us fine. I saw Dr. Bancroft the last day I was in Broken Hill. We had quite a talk. He is another great man. Up to the time I left Broken Hill, Fallows condition had im- proved slightly, but it seemed very doubtful if they could save his leg. Buffam and I took turns sitting up one night at the hospital with him, when he imagined that a crisis would occur. He surely suffers. They have his knee opened and a weak boracic acid solution flows in through four tubes at the top and out the great hole under his knee. The other wounds are not septic but will leave terrible scars. I left Broken Hill the following Monday, and getting off at Ika as being closer to my camp started north. I got there the following day and found that Ross had returned but still felt the effects. His feet had been in terrible shape also. Aftera couple of days the excitement had calmed down and then the second thrill came. An Unexpected Meeting I had been traversing as usual and was returning to camp, when suddenly my gun- bearer whistled. I turned and discovered he was some twenty five yards in the rear and pointing a little to the right. I looked in the direction he indicated and my hair promptly began to bristle on the back of my neck. Not fifteen yards away was a huge buffalo, standing directly facing me and eyeing me steadily. So that you will know the character of this animal, I am enclosing a page from my African guide book that tells of his habits. As the most dangerous animal to meet in the bush bar none, even the lion, I had reason to feel a little bit funny. My boy with the gun was too far away to reach me if the animal charged and there was not a hefty enough tree near by that was safe to scale. I elected to remain perfectly still. The old bull after watching me for what seemed an interminable time, finally made off over a ridge. I hastily grabbed my gun and with my two boys started in pursuit. We followed him for perhaps half a mile to where he crossed the Munti River. We crossed and picked up the spoor on the other side. It led through the long grass, but I wasn't having any. We skirted the edge of the dambo and then cut back to the river, but could not find the spoor. We con- Uhe Poole Book Store BOOKSELLERS and STATIONERS 2055 McGill College Ave., Montreal MONTREAIJS FINEST EDUCATIONAL BOOKSTORE We sell all High School and College Text Books all the y-ear round. If you cannot call, mail or phone your order. o 2, -ml-un-nu-nu--nninn-nn-nu-nn-un-uulinninninu-lm1lln-nfs L I HARRISON 8: CO. 5 ' Headquarters for I T SCIENTIFIC INSTRUMENTS f I Engineering Instruments, I 5 Drawing Supplies, ' : Nautical Instruments, 1 Compasses, Charts, Books, I ' Chronometers, Microscopes, T E Barometers, Thermometers, 5 l Field Glasses, Telescopes. 1 1237 METCALFE STREET 1 iD0minion Square Montreal I elsu-nn-un-nn1nn-nu1nn1nu-nu-nu-nu-nn-un-:.n-nn1llu-uu- 'i' I I Members Montreal Stock Exchange Members Montreal Curb Market 200 ST. .IAMES ST. WEST Telephone HArb0ur 3261 After 6 p.m. 3260 Branch Offices: Halifax Saint John, N.B. Quebec Ottawa Toronto Winnipeg Connected by private 'wires Cables: DOUGCOW I I

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l00 T HE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE 1. 111,11 1 1 1 1 1..1mq1mj1,,,,1ml1l,,.1mi1m.1m,1 1 I I T T .pt -uni 1an-nn1nur-nu1un1nn-M1nn...nn1nu1nu1 1 1:1 :N ,g Q rf T. v- :'- 4 ' LAYTON BROS, LIMITED Pianos - Player Pianos - Organs Victrolas - Radios Office and Warerooms 1170-1172 ST. CATHERINE ST. WEST Corner of Stanley St. BRANCH 868 ST. CATHERINE EAST Montreal Telephones UPtown 7894-7895-7896 Branch. I-IArbour 0811-T711 Established 1887 PROF. RENE ScIEBA g if Ol U 'Q I IO Boscu 0 Matriculation, French, Private Tuition, Board's Examinations LAW, MEDICINE, PHARMACY, DENTISTRY BACKWARD PUPILS A SPECIALTY 1448 SHERBROOKE STREET WEST Near Guy Telephone: UPtown 4985-5469 I H..-iq. .... -7 ning, 11-oi:ii:::::i1::i:.,14 Compliments of Elmhurst Dair Limited 7040 WESTERN AVE. Phone: WAlnut 3381 1 0 1 19.0 overtake Ross. Wow! maybe the old pins were not tired! I got into a sort of a trot, and com- ing around a bend, spotted Ross about a quarter of a mile ahead of me. I began to shout, but he didn't hear, and I could not seem to gain on him. Finally I thought of my revolver and, firing a shot, I was gratified to see him turn. He waited for me to come up and I told him Fal- lows' wish. We went back, signed the will, and then Fallows started in at Ross, accusing him of everything under the sung but good old Ross just humoured him along. Fallows then began to imagine he was dying by inches and every now and then would announce how many more inches to go. The final bit was when he began to talk of tombstones and graveyards. We were all in, and this morbid talk just had us done. Just when we were ready to collapse the truck appeared. We had covered 56 miles in 24 hours and knew it. We were about two and a half miles from Kanona when the truck picked us up. Fallows seemed to come to life at the sight of the truck and we loaded him on and were in Kanona in no time. The mail truck had also arrived and was being held for the injured man. We took him into the company's office and the doctor decided to give him a short rest before dressing him. When the doctor started, Buffam and I came in to hold the lamps. When the sheets were pulled back, poor old Buff got his first sight of the wounds and promptly passed out. The doctor and I carried him outside, where he soon came around. We had a great dinner and a bath, and iI1 in- specting my feet, found blisters on each one. The truck left at ten o'clock that night for Broken Hill and Buffam and I went with him to take turns during the night tending him. We arrived at Kapiri about forty miles out of Broken Hill about I o'clock the next day and from there sent a wire to the hospital to be ready to receive him. We arrived at the hospital around three and he was promptly hauled to the operating room. An examination showed that the leg which was crushed was septic and it would be touch and go for him. Buffam and I went up to the companyls guest-house and rolled in for one sweet snooze. The next day I found that I could not get my weight on my right foot, and it was terribly swollen. It was this way for three days in spite of steady poul-

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, , , IOZ THE HIGH SCHOOL MAGAZINE cluded that he had stopped somewhere between where he crossed the river and where we were, so began working back along the river. Sure enough the old son-of-a-gun had circled around and was parked just near the ford, waiting for somebody to cross. Being intent on watching he did not notice us coming up and we got within about fifty yards of him. My first shot got him a little high over the heart, and he whirled, searching for a glimpse of his pursuer. Before he charged, I got in my second shot and down he went. I was tickled to death, as he was a real big fellow and had a wonderful set of horns. I am enclosing a snap of the head and horns taken with my gun-bearer and personal boy. I am going to have the horns mounted and sent home. My First Elephant The third episode just happened two days ago and was perhaps the best of the bunch. It was the bringing down of my Hrst elephant. I encountered three elephants about four miles from camp and my boys with the exception of three promptly fled, I was very startled to see the elephants and at first did not know whether to take them or not, as my rifle is the one that Bobby gave me and only of .303 calibre. How- ever, it has quite a penetrative power so perhaps I had an excuse for going after them, although it was pretty chaney. For about twenty minutes I watched these animals feeding. Knocking over trees in order to get a tidbit beyond the reach of their trunks was their specialty. Now again, they would knock the bark from a tree with their tusks by way of a little change in diet. Going from one to another I picked out the one with the largest tusks and then began to work, close to him. His huge ears were incessantly moving and every now and again he appeared to be picking up our scent with his trunk. Elephants are very blind beyond forty yards, but their scent is very acute and if the wind is right can smell a man four or five hundred yards away. There was not much wind about but what there was, was undergoing constant test by my boys, who kept lifting a little sand from the ground' and letting it drop as we advanced towards the elephant. When within twenty-five yards of him, I knelt and took care- ful aim at the vulnerable spot between the ear and the eye. My heart was going about a million to the minute, but to my joy, when the shot rang out, his highness came tumbling down with a great old crash. I whirled quickly, expect- ing a little attention from the other two that were prowling around but they made off at full speed. Blood was pouring in great quan- tities from the ear of the elephant, and presum- ably he was suffering from a haemorrhage of the brain. I had used the only hard nosed bullet with me, the others being soft nosed, utterly useless against the hide of an elephant. I sat down and scribbled a note to send back to camp for my camera and was just signing it when the giant began to get up. I hastily added an urgent demand for some of my hard nosed bullets and sent the boy off with promises of everything if he got them back quickly. With the soft nosed bullets I might as Well have thrown stones at him. However he seemed in such groggy shape I decided to bombard him. It was a good idea too, for one of the shots blinded him in one eye and prevented him from making fast time away from me. He ambled on with three of us right behind him until he came out on a dam- bo. Here he seemed to get lost and walked in a huge circle about a quarter of a mile in dia- meter about the borders of the dambo. We sat down to watch him. He stopped by some mud a couple of times and scooping some up with his trunk, plastered his wounds. After what seemed years, but in reality only two hours, my boy got back with the bullets and camera. I reloaded and we began to stalk closer to the big boy. He had come to rest on the edge of the dambo and was scooping trunks-full of sand and blowing it over his back. When I was in close to him, I aimed at the wounded spot in the head but he did not drop when I fired. He made off at what looked like a slow walk, but I had to trot hard to keep up with him. I got in a couple of shots that slowed him up and another one in the head that infuriated him for he suddenly charged an exceptionally large tree and snapped one of his tusks off about a foot from the end. I was very much disappointed. He finally turned and with ears out and trunk extended he prepared to charge. I knelt for a better shot, and as he started forward caught him in the middle of the forehead. He veered off to one side and again came to rest. My next and last shot found the right place, and he came tumbling down with a terrible crash. As if he had shaken the heavens loose, it immediately