Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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And then there were turned The wheels of Fate, As that mass of humanity Rushed straight at the, gate. There were cries of horror As the gate burst in twain; There were cries for quarter But they were in vain. Pistol shot and swords clashed, Cries and shrieks sounded loud, As the guards of the Bastille, Went down ' fore that crowd. The prison doors clanged open, The prisoners poured out. All under that tri-colour flag, Acclaimed the Bastille rout, And on that seething aVmy marched. Fought through those horrid days, And far above that roar of strife. Rose high the Marseillaise. o My Exciting Adventure In this story I shall endeavour to tell you of one of my most exciting adventures in the back-woods of Canada. We started out from C . at about six o ' clock in the morning and trekked all day to the westward. We pitched camp that night about thirty miles from the city. Early the next morn- ing my two companions went off into the undergrowth to study the trees and vegetation thereabouts, as they were both interested in botany. I was left alone to clean up the camp, and, as I went about this task, I heard a grunt, and looking up I beheld three huge bears advancing slowly to- wards me. I was at first rather frightened, but I almost immediately recovered my composure and looked about for some weapons. My .410 calibre rifle lay several yards away end one of the beasts was almost upon me, so, snatching up 15

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We were very grateful to Mr. Patterson for a talk that was not only instructive, but the most interesting that we had heard for a long time. — o The Fall of the Bastille By David S. NichoU The streets were quiet, The sky was clear. And then came a sound, A sound came near. A babble of voices, A rushing of feet, And a ruthless army Surged up the street. An army of ruffians Then came into sight. With all kinds of weapons, Prepared for a fight With the tyrants who ' d taken Their possessions away, This was their reckoning — This was the day! And yells of defiance Arosfe from the crowd. And the gendarmes who saw them Could not but be cowed. They wanted the King, And they wanted the Queen. Such a terrible sight Was ne ' er before seen. And before all those people The grim Bastille loomed, A yell of mock laughter came When their gun boomed. 14

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my sheath knife, I threw it with all my strength at his head. The knife struck him squarely between the eyes and he in- stantly fell dead. Then, turning round, I reached for the rifle and seizing it I thumbed a couple of quick shots over my shoulder at ' Aw, tell us another. ' (ANONYMOUS). — o — A Night in Camp I was in camp with the Boy Scouts at St, George ' s. We were nearing the end of our siay which had been so plea- sant. I shared a tent with a boy about my own size. One night after supper, we went to bed, feeling very happy. The other boy was contented to do some woodcarv- ing, but I did not know what to do, and at length I reached for my torch to read. Soon after that I heard movements in the front of the camp. I flashed the torch in that direc- tion and somebody jumped out of the ray of light. I im- mediately jumped out of bed and went to catch the burglar. But I could not catch him, and I went and told the Scout Master about it. We both went out and caught the intruder, and, when we looked at him closely, we found that he was none other than a Boy Scout. The Scout Master told us to get into bed, and went away grumbling. I soon found out that the supposed burglar was on his way to a feast, so I gladly joined him. A. G. ANDERSON. o Youth When one is young he is always looking forward to the time when he will become a man and can be independent and do more or less what he likes. Perhaps when he reaches an older age he will look ' back on his younger days with regrets and wish he were young again, and free from worries and responsibilities. This shows how people ' s outlook on life changes as they become older. 16