An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 125, 17 August 1927, Page 6

An Open Air Page For Big Girls and Boys

SIGNS AND SIGNALS PIT-A-PAT, pit-a-pat. . . “It rains, O Chief.” “The skies are clear, Singing Arrow, and a benign sun looks down.” “I hear a sound that is not the whispering of the birch tree.” “And neither is it the lapping of the Lake of Many Waters. See, Sighing Wind is also listening. Ah, it approaches. Halt! Who comes f* “A Brave—one Silver Dove, who seeks the kindly warmth of the Wigwam fire and the green shades of the Friendship Tree. I bring fidelity, O Chief, and my heart is young.” “Enter, Silver Dove. This is a glad day. The four winds that are my faithful prophets, have long breathed of your coming. Who follows ?” “Fleet Wing, a chief, swift of thought and keen of eye. The prairies have witnessed my passage and the wide hills and the infinite sky. I bring vigilance and speed to the tribes.” “It is well. Pass in, good Fleet Wing. Hush! Who comes?” “A Little Beaver with a gift for industry. Has the Wigwam a corner for a Little Beaver? As I work I teach, and my home is the Great Out-doors.” “Enter, little industrious one. Little Beavers are great builders, and the tribes welcome your coming. . . On the horizon I glimpse a new signal—an eddy of smoke, tinged with blue. Silver Heel, speed down the trail and hasten the newcomer. Ah! Blue Smoke Sign. . . I knew that my eyes had not played me false. Each week I shall scan the horizon and listen for your coming. . . Under the Totem Pole await the Children of the Wigwam. Let us hasten to meet them that we may inscribe these new names. Travelling Bear—vour merriest marching song.” REDFEATHER.