Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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21 When I say it was a broncking barrel 1 mean jus t that; it was just an old oiil barrel which moved around a lot when you sat on it. The reason why it would move was because four big cow-hands would grab hold of the ropes which were suspending it and yank on them. This of course would give the rider a very rough time and usually the rider would be thrown off in less than ten seconds. The ropes were tied to four trees which were in a block forma- tion and in turn tied to the barrel near the rim about two feet apart. This lifted the barrel two feet off the ground and kept it more or less right side up. There was a rope tied to the front of the barrel which the rider held onto when he rode. This was the only way you could keep yourself from being thrown into the air because your other hand was supposed to be held in the air. The sadd le was an old American one which had been at camp for years. The horn was made of leather and the stirrups were made of steel. The back cinch was almost torn off but it still served its pur- pose. Both cinches were strapped tightly to the barrel and the four ropes were tightened. Hop on, Buzz , Wigs told me after he had done as Clancy had told him. I did, and he gave me the rope from the front of the barrel and told me to hold on tight. I dug my knees into the sides of the saddle and hoiped for the best. I didn ' t hope loing because I found myself be- ing thrown up and down in the saddle and my rear-end was killing me. I could stay on for more than five seconds before I found myself v ith my face in the dirt — my legs felt weak and my whole body felt shaken up — I told myself right then that I would never ride it again but I have many times since and have enjoyed it very much. F. W. BUSWEILL, Form V. A Sailboat In The Moonlight The wind was calm, the moon was bright, A sailboat drifted in the night; The moon looked down upon the scene And smiled as if it were a queen; The stars reflected on the sea Like raindrops dripping from a tree;

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20 Tliey wriggled into the small entrance and they both turned on their flash lights from their knapsacks. They came to the fork and took the right passage. They followed the passage to the end, where there was a small cave with sides green with moss and on the roof were a few small stalactites. Well! here we are out of that dirty, small tunnel, said John. The sooner we start digging the better, replied James. After they had started digging with small spades, also from their knapsacks, John espied three stalactites with the same mark that was on the label of the bottle that held the map. The mark of General Dunder, James, called John, and look at the stalactites all pointing at the same place. They both started digging until John ' s spade hit something. They uncovered it and found it to be a large stone. Only a stone, James, John told him solemnly. They dug deeper. Hit something, said John with renewed excitement. You get all the luck , answered James. They uncovered it and they saw before their eyes a chest. They both cried out lo ud: Yipee! Were rich! They opened the chest with a few bangs from a rock and inside there were a few hundred Spanish gold coins of the same kind that James had found, as well as some jewelry. They put these valuables and money in the National Bank, but what they have forgotten is that there are four dollars waiting to be collected in the left cave in the hills. J. H. COOPER, Form 4L. The Broncking Barrel Secure that cinch. Wigs, Clancy yelled out from across the corrall, and make sure those ropes are tight . O.K. Wigs shouted back, with a wave of his hand. This was a bright summer ' s day in July and Wigs and Clancy, who were old cow-hands, were talking about the broncking barrel.

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22 The sailboat, which was royal blue, Glistened like the morning dew; The sail, which spread from boom to mast, Its shadows o ' er the sea had cast; The sailors, sitting quietly, Gazed out upon the moonlit sea. And then there came a little breeze, And back to land they sailed with ease. R. BANYARD, Form IV L. The Adventures Of Tex The Terrier CHAPTER I Tex was a fine Boston Terrier who lived in Thornton, but as he was a puppy he was not allowed out by himself. One day someoine left the gate open and Tex decided to go for a walk in the country as it was a fine spring morning. It was very quiet but Tex did not like it because he liked noise and chatter and laughter. Suddenly he saw a figure standing alone in a field so Tex went up to speak to him but he didn ' t know it was a scarecrow and just then a gust of wind came and made the straw rustle and the scarecrow waved his arms and frightened poor Tex and he ran so fast he fell in the canal and was wet and cold. At last it began to get dark so he started to walk in the direction of home. After a while he saw that the country- side was unfamiliar — he was lost! CHAPTER II That night Tex slept under a bush instead of his nice cosy basket. In the morning he came to a village. When he got there he wandered about. At last he heard a familiar voice which he followed and sud- denly he came upon his master. They were very pleased to see each other and when Tex got home he told his brother ' s and sisters of his adventures and they were very thrilled. P. D. MAiCRAE, Form II