Trafalgar School - Echoes Yearbook (Montreal, Quebec Canada)

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As Ichabod rode home that night And passed the haunted spot, A mighty rushing sound he heard And he grew cold and hot. When passing by the church, he turned To see whence came this sound. And as he turned, something was hurled, Which knocked him to the ground. Next morn a straying horse was seen, A pumpkin on the sod, A saddle near the church was found, But not poor Ichabod. Brenda Taylor, Form IVb. ) The Strongest Thing in the World O MOTHER, doesn ' t that massive piece of rock over there look Hke a large buffalo? said Helene, rising in her saddle. Let ' s go nearer to get a better look, and she spurred her horse up the side of the cliff. Yes, dear, it does, her mother answered, following her daughter, the path up the cliff being too narrow for more than one horse at once. ' Tis, grunted Tiscoquam their Indian guide. How do you know? Is there a legend about it? asked Helene. Umm, the Indian nodded. Do tell us, said Helene. Long ago when Indian was ruler here, and he waved his hand over the vast plain below them, Chief Sumatheek he grow old, he has no son; so he call young braves and say, ' The one who brings me strongest thing in the world, he shall be my heir. ' Young braves start off to find strongest thing in the world. One brave named Black Hawk start off with bow and arrow, Indians have no horses then, so he walk till he come to a hut. He ask for something to eat cause he heap hungry. Beautiful girl give him bread. He love her and ask her to go with him; she love him, so she go. They walk for long time, when he see heap big animal move. They come nearer and he see big, big buffalo. He say to girl, ' This is the strongest thing in the world, ' and they follow buffalo for many days. One day young girl fall, she no get up again. Black Hawk still follow buffalo but his heart ache. Soon he can no stand it. He say to buffalo, ' Goodbye, you strongest thing, I go back to her I love. ' He go back to girl, she no hurt at all. He kiss her and say, ' Let strongest thing go. I love you. ' Then girl say, ' I show you strongest thing in the world. See; ' and she point to buffalo. All of sudden. It stand still. It stand still ' cause little bird, sing him love songs, and he stop still and bird build her nest in his side, he turn to stone and live forever. Then Black Hawk understand and he take his beautiful girl to old chief and say, ' I have found strongest thing in the world. It is love. ' The old chief say, ' You and your children shall be chiefs. I know love and so I die. ' That ' s one of the nicest legends I ' ve ever heard, said Helene. Umm, grunted Tiscoquam. Lorraine Mowat, Form Ills.

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bottom upwards into the sea and now it is Spencer ' s Island, a dome ' shaped island, lonely and un ' inhabited, yet not far from the mainland. There were many more interesting places connected with this legend but, as it was getting late we planned to leave for home. We went by another route and part of the road took us over the Boar ' s Back, a narrow road about nine miles in length with a sheer drop on either side of from thirty to sixty feet in places. This road was formed by Glooscap for the convenience of his friends to enable them to attend more easily their many feasts on Partridge Island. Ruth Simpson, Form IIIb. The Legend of Sleepy Hollow In Sleepy Hollow dwelt a man, A worthy pedagogue, And it was said his whole delight Was his poor boys to flog. His frame was very loose and lank, He had a long sharp nose, His feet were shovels in disguise And he shrank in his clothes. Now Ichabod ' s poor head was filled With tales of ghosts and spooks. And all the knowledge that he had Was from this kind of books. To pay his board he did odd jobs And helped in house and farm. And though he carried many a tale He really meant no harm. A rich old man, who owned a farm. Also had a nice daughter. And though she had another swain, Poor Ichabod still sought her. One night this farmer gave a feast Which lasted very late, And when our hero homeward rode It was to meet his fate. Brom Bones, who was the other swain, Had gone home long ' ere this; Which very fact itself did show That something was amiss. A legend through the town oft told Was very weird ' tis said, A headless horseman, riding fast, Went seeking for his head. 1 6 1

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Capri K TRIP in Italy is incomplete without visiting Capri, an island situated off the coast of Sorrento, near Naples. One day we set out in a small steamer from Sorrento, where we had been staying, to visit it. On landing, we mounted by a steep funicular to the little village huddled on the summit. Arriving there, we beheld a very quaint village which overlooked the entire island. The view from there was in itself grand enough to justify our visit to Capri. We saw the huge rocks where the old Roman villas stood; the famous Leap of Tiberius, from where, according to tradition, this successor of Augustus used to have his victims hurled to the rocks below. The view of the mainland from Capri is superb; in the distance we glimpsed the coast line of Sorrento, the grim smoking Vesuvius, and the circular bay of Naples, as well as the wide expanse of the Tyrrhenian Sea. After we had visited all the little nooks m the village, we descended by the funicular and took the steamer again to go to the famous Blue Grotto — although we strained our eyes, we could not see its entrance among the rocks. When the steamer stopped, small rowboats approached us, in which we were to visit the Blue Grotto, two passengers in each boat. We were fortunate to have as our oarsman the old man of the Grotto. He was a very interesting character, with a long white beard and white hair, and wearing a red suit and a little red cap. As he rowed us to the entrance, he told us in broken English to lie flat on the bottom of the boat; we experienced an odd sensation as he skillfully guided the boat through the natural aperture of the Blue Grotto. We had not expected to see such a fairyland. The walls, roof, and water had suddenly as ' sumed a beautiful indescribable hue of silvery blue. Our hands, when placed in the water were silvery. The bottom shone through the glimmering water; fishermen, diving for coins which visitors threw in the water, appeared as strange silver statues. We wanted to stay for hours and find out the cause of this strange reflection; but we were told that the wind arises quickly there, and it is impossible to leave the Grotto then for many hours. So we reluctantly were rowed back to the steamer by our interest ' ing guide, who on the way told us many little anecdotes. When all the visitors had returned to the steamer, we at last started back to Naples. On the way, as we saw the island gradu ' ally disappearing from view, we discussed the wonders we had seen there, and considered our trip to Capri well worth the time it took. Margaret Dodds, Form Upper V. 1 8 1