THE POSTIE'S BAD

Evening Star, Issue 23698, 4 October 1940, Page 3

THE POSTIE'S BAD

17 Preston Crescent, Belleknowes, W.l. Dear Big Brother Bill, —This will be the second time I have written to you. As I have told you before that I have just come to live in Dunedin, this time 1 am going to tell you about Glenorcby, the place where I once lived. Glenorchy is a small settlement situated on the shores of Lake Wakatipu. It has many beautiful mountains all around it, the highest one being Mount Earnslaw (9,165 ft). Some rivers run into the lake, such as the Dart, the Rees, and the Bucklerburn. One of the_ bestknown drives in New Zealand is the one from Glenorchy to Paradise. On the way you pass small farms, rivers, bushj and lakes. After you have driven for eight miles you enter the bush. The road runs close to the shores of Diamond Lake, nestling at the foot of Mount Alfred. From here on you pass by huge cliffs, from which hang beautiful bush creepers. A beautiful spray of water is also seen, known as the Widow’s Tears.” Passing through the bush, you arrive at Paradise. Here you get out of the bus and walk into the bush. There are high beech trees surrounded by silver ferns. Now yon cross a small bridge. From here on there are beautiful waterfalls rushing

over the cliffs into small streams. In these streams there are large fish. As you venture farther into the bush you see a very large rock known as the Rock of Ages.” It is believed to have been carried from the head of the Dart Valley, about 20 miles away, by the glaciers. Sometimes you will see a stately deer dart through the ■bush. Suddenly you see a robin. If you give them some crumbs they might come up to you and sit on your hand. There are also lovely singing birds, such as the tui, mocky, and the bellbird. After you have been for over two hours in tho beautiful bush the bus leaves for Glenorchy. On the way 7)aek you will see the farmers turning the cows in to he milked. You will ■also see the horses coming back from their ploughing. Soon you arrive at Glenorchy, just as the sun is setting. Now you get out of your bus and get on the steamer, and sail back to Queenstown. Well, Big Brother Bill, that is all. I will close now.—Yours faithfuly, Lindsay Kennett. [Thank you for your leter, Lindsay Kennett. Your name is on the Honour Post and you are winner of the best letter prize. Your letter interested Big Brother Bill very much indeed. Although be has been many times to Lake Wakatipu, he has not yet visited the places you speak of. Judging' by your letter, it is a pleasure in store. Write again soon.] 8 Grey street, Musselburgh. Dear Big Brother Bill, —This is the first time I have written to you, and I hope you will put me on your list of bairns. 1 enjoy your Nature talks, and 1 am getting a microscope for Christmas. We have a crib and boat at Michie’s Crossing. Our boat is called the Nancy, and we have a lot of fun iu it. I am entering this week’s competition, and I hope to be successful I must close now, with good luck and a merry Christmas.—l remain, yours sincerely, Errol Smith. [Thank you for your letter, Errol Smith. Your name is on the Honour Post for neat writing. Your letter has been some time on Brother Bill’s file, but yon will be glad to see it in the columns at last. "Welcome to the bairns’ club. If your ambition to buy a microscope has been satisfied, Errol, you will by this time be having lots of fun. Write and tell us all about it. Writs soon.] “ The Retreat.” Portobello. Dear Brother Bill, —I was ever so pleased to see my letter and story in

print. In my haste to show it to mother and father, I tripped over David’s soldiers and sent them flying. David and father came home on Friday. Father brought mo a Bible and a box of soldiers for David. Over in England he knew a lady called Miss Macdonald. She gave him a tin hat for David and a brooch with four white elephants on it from India for me. She also gave him some curios from Tibet.—l remain, your sincere bairn, Elizabeth Bowie. [Thank you for your letter, Elizabeth Bowie. Brother Bill is glad it was such a nice surprise. Fancy dad bringing David a tin hat. Brother Bill hopes neither he, nor any of us, will ever need to use it. What a delightful brooch, Elizabeth; it must he quite valuable. Write again soon.]