Riverbend School for Girls - Vox Fluminis Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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Page Thirteen VOX FL UMINIS .............-.....-.-.........- ..... . ..... ....-..-.. .......... ... ..... ..-...-.. ...... ...-. ......... ....-... ........... -.-.--.--.-. .................................. ....-.-.......... SENICDR SCHCDGL 014' The following story The Trapper's Adventure, by Morna Kenny, was awarded first prize in the Senior School Short Story Contest. A Fire, by Isobel Hutchison came second. A Piece of Gum. by Margaret Aldous and The Adventures of a Dollar Bill by Katharine Walton gained Honorable Mention. THE TRAPPERUS ADVENTURE In a remote spot in the Rocky Mountains where there was no one but white trappers and Indians, lived a young trapper named Tom Hawkins. He trapped wild animals in the winter and in the summer he took the pelts down to the village and sold them. One day in mid-winter Tom Hawkins was in his cabin cleaning his gun. He was a tall young man about twenty-five years old, fair, broad shouldered, and very bronzed. I guess I'll go and see to my traps, he said, after a while. He picked up his gun, strapped his snowshoes on his back and started off. The first trap he reached he saw snowshoe marks all around. He did not think anything of it but he said, I hope those Indians didn't touch my traps. He went over to a tree and leaned against it. He heard a rustle in the bushes and a voice said, See that there tree above ye P Yes, said Tom. W'al, reach for itf' said the voice, I got a gun and I'm a good shot. Tom slowly put his hands above his head. Go an' get his gun, Kingf' said the man. O.K. Pete, replied another voice. There was a movement in the bushes and a tall man with a black beard stepped out and took Tom's revolver. The next thing the man did was to tie Tom's hands behind his back and order him to get a move on. With one man in front of him and another behind him Tom approached an old tumbled-down shack. Tie him up well, an' leave him there, said Pete, while I hunt for his traps. About two hours later Pete came back and started to cook the meal. King, he shouted. What do ye want P replied King. Bring that young friend of ours out here so's he can have his grub. We don' want to starve him. A Tom's legs were untied and he came out of the shack and started to eat his meal. The next day he was ordered on his snowshoes and when the men were not looking he got away. He was soon recaptured and taken along to an old cave. Get in there, said Pete, Han' Bill will take care o' ye.

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l VOX FLUMINIS Page Twelve ..........-...-.-......-..-...-.............-......-.... ..-...--..-............................ At last 7.45 came and the girls began making their appearance at the school. At eight o'clock it started and as' each class went up whispered good lucks were given them by those whose turn had yet to come. The Kindergarten and Grades I. and II. had gone through their marching and Grades III. and IV. were playing their games when the call came for the senior group for apparatus. Each girl as she waited for her turn secretly hoped and prayed it would not be she who slipped or made a mistake. Grades VII., VIII. and IX. patiently waiting, could be heard mumbling Up, down, 1, 2 3,,' or instructions to that effect because no one relished the idea of being out of count when doing Danish gymnastics. The Grades V. and VI. went up next to do their folk dances and Grade X., while waiting, tried their strength for their tumbling and pyramids. The Grades XI. and XII.. calm and composed, as was becoming to the senior grades, waited, feeling confident their Swedish gymnastics would not go amiss. The tap dancers went up next and when the strains of the Side VValks of New York were waited down to us we lined up for our grand finale. All had gone well, the atmosphere changed to one of relief and satis- faction and if you should have chanced to inquire why it had changed, the person you asked would look at you in disgust and say The gym display- over-didn't you see it ? -Inas George, Grade X. .1 1 W. Y? FIRST AND SECOND BASKETBALL TEAMS fLeft to Rightlz' Back Row-Marion McCurdy, Kay Hall, Mary McLean, 'Mabel Stewart, Betty Neal, Marnie Austin, Ariel Anderson, Grace Clark CCaptain, 2nd Teamj. Middle Row-Jane Whyte, 'Peggy Carlisle, Betty Dailley CCa.ptain, lst Teamj, Carla Lehmann, Inas George. Front Row-Frances Aikins, Rtuth 'Baldry, Miss Bowman, Grace McCurdy, Eleanor Flatt.

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VOX F L UM I NI S Page Fourteen Tom obeyed instantly and as soon as he got in the cave he was chloroformed and taken in a passageway down a tunnel where he was bound so tightly he could not move. Suddenly there was an unearthly yell followed by a volley of shots. My friend Brown Buffalo, said Tom. He then shouted, Brown Buffalo, can you come and release me P There was a reply of a volley of shots from Pete but none of them hit Tom. Pete had fired wildly because he was hard pressed. King and Bill went down under the Indians and were bound up. There was a final shot and Pete killed one of the braves. Then the Indians pressed around him and he was borne to the ground and tied up like Bill and King. Then a brave came and untied Tom and said, Come, Pale Face Tom, we have no time to lose, I show you the way. Tom went and he found Bill, Pete, and King tied to trees. VVell, said Tom, are there any more men Pete ? . Naw, said Pete, we used to belong to Snake Anson's gang. I see, replied Tom, I suppose you are wanted by the sheriff, are you not ? No answer. VVell, said Tom, turning to the Indians. you have done me a great service and you will be well paid. VVill you bring these men to the Pale Face village ? Yah, said Brown Buffalo. we bring 'em. Bring them along and I'll ask the Sheriff if he will give you and your tribe some blankets and hatchets. Come on! It was long ago that this happened and Trapper Hawkins is old and grey. He does not hunt any more but he lives in the little village of Great River where he was born. -Morna Kenny, Grade VII. i., A FIRE f2nd placej I Gerald, the young fire-chief of the little town of Home-Haven, had just left the jeweller, Mandaly, from whom he had purchased a real pearl necklace for his mother, who was to celebrate her wedding anniversary on the morrow. ' Next to Mandaly's was a small old wooden house, very badly built, which had now been standing empty for at least three or four years. On the other side of the house, the fence was only about two feet away, and against it stood the small shack of the Hiky Club for the boys of Home- Haven. As this Friday night was the last warm one they could expect, they were celebrating the last meeting of the year with a marshmallow roast. So at eight o'clock just at dusk the boys gathered at the shack, some holding sticks, some tins, and others fire-wood. The camp fire was soon ablaze in the open field at a safe distance from the shack and the boys crowded round, each holding a green stick, with at