Regina Collegiate Institute - Souvenir Yearbook (Regina, Saskatchewan Canada)

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many times visited this pleasure spot, pointed out the things of interest. That man is still hanging on for dear life, asserted mother to one of the company. Indeed he is, replied another. Naturally, my attention was attracted by a remark of this. nature. Now who and where could this man be, thought I. I don 't see him, I'll ask my cousin Iiandyf' ' Landy merely pointed his finger, taking for granted, I knew the rest of the tale.. Unfortunately I did not, this was my first trip to Niagara. Wlieii we returned from the Vxlhirlpools and Rapids, my thoughts were still on this poor man. None of the company seemed to take any interest in the matter, yet a determination to set my mind at ease, led me to renew the subject. Can't he get backf' I suddenly broke in. Wlio??' 'fVVhy the man clinging to the rock. . Oh! he! Doesn't look like it, was the abrupt answer. f'Can no one rescue him? HI guess not, Landy replied. Well how did he get there? Did he fall into the water or what happened? 'CI don 't know, I'm sure. '4Goodness! You don 't seem to care either, I flashed at him. Landy knew by this time that I was not joking. Nor did he wish to provoke me further. So lie told me the story. The story is simple. This man is a. huge rock mass which some prehistoric convulsion of nature has thrown into the resemblance of an image, to divide the water, just before the plunge over the precipice. . Witli this brief explanation, I was not satisfied. I revisited the sight, and so, instead of tumbling cascade and tumultuous gorge, I saw a spacious plateau, the trees and grass of which were wonder- fully green. A steep cliff showed its bare, dark face and seemed to brood over a wide valley.. And there the Tiger Lily, in brilliant bloom, dotted the meadow. There were natives living in this valley whose caves were dry and deep in the valley sides. But what were they doing? Maidens dressed in the skins of animals were frolicking in the meadow, their streaming hair glistening in the sunshine, their dances were free and luring. Wlioevei' saw more grace, more beauty? Other Maidens baked before their open-doored caves, and as I drew nearer I discovered Mayon, Queen of the Vale, making a fresh wreath of violets, while another, sitting near in the shade of a Pincherry tree, fashioned a new Silver Fox skin into a. beautiful toque. liut hark! The magical airs, the voices sweet and clear. And to my left I turned. Among the bluebells, stately and tall, a half score of hlithesome souls were gathering strawberries for their mid-day meal, and with them Crocille, very fair, carrying an arm- 26

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EVENING CLASS, GYMNASIUM, R.C.I. President-Mabel Millarg Secretary Treasurer-Alice Black- loekg lst Year Represenftative-Ruby Harperg 2nd Year Represen- tative-Alma Sandstromg 3rd and 4th Year Representative-A Audrey McKay. In all our sports, the te-aehers and pupils work tog'ether in erfeot harmony and the School Board has always been ffeneroa.. 1 I 0 l 1 Q 1 Q 6 0 with its assistance. It proposes to iurnish the chief tennis and baseball accessories this ear and we are duly Grateful. 1 23 Audrey MacKay, 362 THE PRIZE STORY THE NIAGARA MAN. p by Audrey MacKay. The most wonderful, all-power water, the sweet, invigorating air both added to the pleasure of our motor drive. The oar crawled smoothly by Niagara Falls, bound for the Wliii'lpools and Rapids. As we journeyed through that wonderland, my mother, who had 25

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X ful of Tiger Lillies. These, I learned from her song, were to he arranged at the foot of the HGreat Future. HI am curious, I'll follow Crocillef' Thought I. Up the long steep steps she glided, lightly as a fawn, and at the top of the cliff, in front of a, marvellous statue, she paused. At the foot of this great image she placed her votive offering 'tAhl 'What a. work it is! Just finished three suns agone, mur- mured Crocille. I fancy I see them, the men, picking up their bronze tools, two by two they leave their weary toil, to seek repose below, Wogiiiii with that long sharp rod and Hochow with that hachet-shaped thing. Each went to the cave'till all the caves received a worker but Mayon's. Then Future called us forth and told us that some day he'd return to Mayon, and take us all away. HTill then,', said he, HHonour my image, which I have built for you. Wlieii I return, we will go elsewhere and establish health and happiness there. Thus enjoined, Crocille bowed her head aiid. slowly retraced her steps. I turned my gaze upon this work of olden days, awe-strickr-iw. by its granite grandeur. How well defined it is, how strong and compact too. It will surely lastf' These thoughts lingered in my mind. Then I took a. peep at the sun. It had measured three more distances in the sky and the men were returning from their morning scout. Their simple dress of shaggy skins exhibited strong arms and sturdy limbs. And more-their life was told by glowing coun- tenances and ruddy complexions. Some had game, a few had shells and bits of fancies from the woods and lands beyond their small domain, and at their coming the people gathered with joyful acclaim. Now to a murmuring rivulet, I wandered. Beside it, on a log, sat Mayon, and as she paddled her feet in the waters, she sang: I grow not weary waiting, As I know-he7s sure to come. Future brings us happiness And its not to only one. Oh, the sweetness and the lightness, Which surround our simple homes, Giving promiseof the brightness Of the time when Future comes. It was now late in the afternoon. A sudden commotion stirrefl the people below. The wanderer had returned. Mayon ran quickly to him. There was great rejoicing and when quiet was restored. Future told them what he had learned. c'On a moonlight night like to-night, when the stars dance gaily and the breezes blow softly, he began, Hthere shall come a rushing torrent of silver. It shall flow over the cliff, with wild rapi- '27