PEACE AND GOODWILL

Nelson Evening Mail, Volume LXIV, 2 January 1931, Page 7

PEACE AND GOODWILL

(Contributed.) ~ . Christmas had come,, and with it perfect weather. In the cities, towns, and villages people were opening their Christmas cards, and reading messages of peace and goodwill. It was holiday time, the season when everyone pursues his favourite pastime. As the day broke, away across Nelson Bay sailed yachts and numerous launches. .. . ,

On the beaches at Torrent Bay and Astrolabe folk were gathering to fish or bathe. One party, on exploration bent, wended its way up a creek, following the stream inland.

It was hot work climbing uphill, through thickets of supplejack, lne : kie and tall ferns; therefore the party hailed with delight the suggestion to return to the shore and bathe.

Into the deep, cool sea they plunged, crying out that the vyater was so clear they could see the bottom. To and fro they swam, amidst ’granite rocks, against which the wavelets splashed. . Overhead the sky was cloudless, and round a headland sailed a small, white sea-swallow. It was not timorous, for it hovered over the bathers for a second whilst they exclaimed at its graceful movements; then, pursued its way, like a large white butterfly, the embodiment of life and freedom. “Must have a nest nearby,” said one of the party. “See how it swoops to settle on yonder rocks.” Bathing over they ate their lunch; then lay outstretched on the hot, sunbaked sands, beneath, a gigantic rock which afforded shelter to their heads. “What a perfect day,” sighed a woman of the party, gazing with contented eye at the vivid green of a broad-leaf tree spreading above the rocks., “Where could one find a more peaceful spot to spend Christmas ? , The whole place preaches peace and goodwill. . . . vv e must come.here to-morrow,”

The following day foupd them returning to their paradise. Overhead the sun shone as before; the sea still sparkled as it splashed against the granite rocks. The picture seemed the same, but not quite. One thing was different. On the spot where the woman had laid her head the previous day they caught sight of a small white object. “Who is the untidy one who left the paper about?” demanded the joker of the,party; then, horrorstruck, recoiled.. At their feet, wings outspread, ,Ins black-capped head touching the sand, lay the joyous sea-swallow they had admired the day before. Dead! Shot by some person in a launch. There he lay close to a fresh water creek nothing but a heap of gorgeous feathers, whilst in silence the party gazed down upon him and a feeling of rage and disgust threatened to choke them.

In each one’s mind the question arose: “Why must some men express their feeling of happiness by taking life?” It was not as if the little bird had been killed for some purpose. For he was valueless as food; only a little sea-bird not worth the shot that had slain him. Yet whose, value ivas greater than the slayer realised. For there were those whose happiness had been enhanced by his beauty; whilst who can estimate the value he was to His Creator, or the little ternlets who waited in vain for his return. Silently the party turned and left the spot. For, them the place was haunted. Where was the feeling' of peace and goodwill they had experienced ? Destroyed by a careless being who perhaps laughed as he saw the correctness of his aim.

Yet Christians call Christmas the sea son of peace and goodwill!