Under the “Totem-Pole”

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 801, 23 October 1929, Page 15

Under the “Totem-Pole”

Letters to Redfeather are answered as follow:—lied Star: Your story is charming-, Red Star, and I enjoyed it very much. I am glad that you are able to be out in the sunshine again. Harvest Moon and Silver Ripple will be glad to have your congratulations. Please give Buffalo some birthday greetings from the Wigwam. . . . Singing Stream: Your report was too late to be used last week, Singing Stream. Would you mind sending your letters to the address given at the foot of the page? They will reach me sooner then. . . . Daydream: Many thanks for your story. Daydream, and also for your letter. This Brave never strays far from the Wigwam trail. . . . I'dendale Cubniaster: My best thanks for your Cub notes. That was a happy function. . . . Plying Cloud: Yes, it must be summer, Flying Cloud, for you have heard a cicada and 1 have a great bowl of wonderful roses. Midnight Hunter will not be forgotten at the Wigwam. He was the only cat with a pen-name. . . . Little Thunder: There will not be many weeds in those Scout gardens. Little Thunder. That is an excellent competition. Many thanks for your First Papakura new*-. . . . Dreaming Wind: Your notes are full of interest, Dreaming Wind, and I am sure the either Guides will be glad to read of your company activities. A Wigwam greeting for this Brave. . . . Flying Beetle: That was an unfortunate accident, end T hope your hand will soon recover. You have been very unlucky lately. Many thanks for your story. You dictated it very well. I shall send an arrow to your tepee very soon. . . . Lone Wolf: The jottings from the First Cornwell log have joined the great scroll. My best wishes to this faithful one. . . . Little Twig: All roads must lead to Otimai. J think. Little Twig. I hope you will have a happy stay there. . . . Silver Tongue: Your young charges are progressing very well, and J was glad to have your news of them. My best wishes and thanks. . . . Green Leaf: That enrolment ceremony in the light of the camp-fire must have been most picturesque. Green Leaf, and I could almost smell the wood smoke as I read your description. A Wigwam wish for Second Whangarei. . . . Lorn Singer: Your story has come sjffely to hand. Lone Singer, and I am glad you will be having that holiday trip. I hope you will enjoy every moment of it. . . . Flying Squirrel: Thank you for your story. Flying Squirrel. I notice you have chosen a Maori theme. l THE PUNCTUAL FLYING SQUIRREL j A Briton in West Africa, says he i doubts if any living thing is so puncj tual as the black and white flying j squirrel of Ashanti. j He used to notice three of then* ‘ climbing the trunk of a •-or tain tree every evening before gliding off to I another, and observed to his fellow - prospector that it was always about I the same time. After that they timed j the creatures, and found that they al- | ways appeared at f.. 45 p.m. So long as the Englishrm n were In i that district, a period of over three ! months, the flying squirrels were pnnej tual. Once or twice when a watch stopped the owner set it going again , by the little beasts.