An Open Air Page

Sun (Auckland), Volume I, Issue 227, 14 December 1927, Page 6

An Open Air Page

For Big Girls and Boys

THE HOLIDAY MOON 1 “IS that you without, Silver Shadow ?” 1 “It is indeed I, Redfeather. With the falling of eve, I came to the Wigwam and here I have lingered, listening to the subdued rustling as you turned the pages of tale after tale. Not once did you glance up, and I longed to steal in and peer over your shoulder that I might see what was thus claiming your undivided attention.” “These are the stories and poems from the Chiefs and Rraves, Silver Shadow —rare tales and rare verses. The sound of the wind in distant forests was all about me, and the song of other seas was in my ears.” “A little Brave awaits admittance. She is one Forest Lover. Another, who gives her name as Morning Jjight, has just stepped ashore from her canoe, while a stalwart Chief, who wishes to be known as Silver King, is this moment scanning the Totem Pole with its deeply-inscribed weight of names.” “And far and near I can hear the coming of the Children of Redfeather, who will soon be going afield to make merry under the golden holiday moon. Their camps will be many, but in the midst of their hunting their thoughts will still wing like birds to the green trail, the restless lake, the Totem Pole, the birch tree and their Chief who knows the ways of the Children even though their tepees be pitched many days’ journey from the W igwam.” REDFEATIIER.