FROM A BRAVE
Red feather, Chief of the Lost Tribes: I have wandered far over the trails, up hill and down dale, over rivers and sea and now, O Chief, I stand at the Wigwam. lam weary . . . May I not rest awhile where you welcome so many travelled Braves? (Red Star have you arrived before me?) O Chief, on my way here I wandered into the tepee of Red Star, and there we held converse about the things we both love. But. even now, my friend, the Great Gut of .Doors, is speaking to me, and I cannot resist the call. Now that I have rested I must again leave you. Farewell, G Chief. I thank you for permitting me to lift the Wigwam dap . . . I-’arewell, Red Star. May I hear your voice again before many moons have passed . . • Farewell, my friends . . . —Shimmering Pool.
There is in friendship something of all relations and something above them all. It is the golden thread that ties the hearts of all the world.
Permanent link to this item
https://paperspast.natlib.govt.nz/newspapers/SUNAK19271102.2.45.7
Bibliographic details
Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 191, 2 November 1927, Page 6
Word Count
170FROM A BRAVE Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 191, 2 November 1927, Page 6
Using This Item
Stuff Ltd is the copyright owner for the Sun (Auckland). You can reproduce in-copyright material from this newspaper for non-commercial use under a Creative Commons Attribution-NonCommercial-ShareAlike 4.0 International licence (CC BY-NC-SA 4.0). This newspaper is not available for commercial use without the consent of Stuff Ltd. For advice on reproduction of out-of-copyright material from this newspaper, please refer to the Copyright guide.
Log in