An Open Air Page

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 221, 7 December 1927, Page 6

An Open Air Page

For Big Girls and Boys NEWCOMERS

•Tim AT is your name, little one?” *" “I am Blue Fire, O Chief, from the far heights where the mountain cascades borrow their hue from the noonday skies and plunge into ferny ravines like ribbons of pale blue fire. There is much of the lonely spaces that I could teach the tribes.” “And you, Silver Shadow?” “The forest is my home, Redfeather, for there I have wandered, playing at hide and seek with the inquisitive moon. The trees befriend me, but the silver light is ever following my footsteps. I, your Brave, would aest awhile in the shade of the Wigwam.” “And I am Whispering Night, Redfeather. My hands are full of dreams. The grasses whisper at my approach and the leaves rustle a welcome. The garlands of mystery crown my hair.” “Two Braves, come together, hands linked and step by step. Speak, newcomers.” “Well it is we come together—Singing Bird and Shining Feather. . . . One brings pictures for the walls, the other secret forest calls that waken all the earth to song. . . . Greet us. . . . We have sought thee long.” “Two new Chiefs are leaning against the birch tree, awaiting admittance to the Wigwam. See, they have added Paleface coin to the treasure box. Step forth, strangers.” “We are Silent Fox and Rushing Bear, Redfeather, two loyal Chiefs and two good hunters. We come as the representatives of worthy tribes and have long turned friendly faces toward the Wigwam.” “Greetings, newcomers. Let us now meet the Children of Redfeather who know every twig and pebble and footprint on the n occasin-haunted trail.” REDFEATHER.