Under the “Totem-Pole"

Sun (Auckland), Volume IV, Issue 1055, 20 August 1930, Page 14

Under the “Totem-Pole"

Letters to Redfeather are answered as follow: Red Star: At the top of the list. Red Star. I am sure the Wigwam readers will enjoy your story of “Old Grandmother and Little Girl.” The other entry is excellent, too, and d shall use it as soon as space permits. I hope I shall see a poem from you before the competition closes.

Passing Shadow: This Chief has found the trail to the Wigwam. I shall look forward to many arrows from our new member.

Harvest Moon: So that is how the first daffodil happened? I shall remember your story of Daunt and Marna whenever I look at those golden gifts of spring. Congratulations on your success in the story competition. I hope I shall see'a poem from you also. Red Star will be glad to have your kind wishes. Bird Lover: Yes, I can imagine your delight when you found you had won the limerick competition. Bird Dover. No wonder you danced with joy. Thank you for your report on the Post Guides' enrolment.

Green Bough: I think you, too, must know what lies over the next hill, Green Bough. Thank you very much for your interesting story. Misty Morning: Perhaps the sunshine was trapped in their golden petals, Misty Morning. How long did those fair blooms last in wat#r? Lone Singer: I cannot recall the entire poem, Lone Singer, though l fancy I have it tucked away somewhere. Its conclusion runs: "To such a tree could oven Spring mean very much, if anything?” Your letter is written In thoughtful mood this week.

Gold-tipped Feather: Thank you for your story. Gold-tipped Feather. It has an unusual theme, which you have handled very well. I hope Little Stalker will be successful in his examinations. Gleaming Wing: How you will miss your captain, Gleaming Wing. She lias been a keen worker in the interests of your company. You will find your notes in the Guides’ Corner. Red Wolf: News of your Scouts and Cubs will always be welcome, Red Wolf. A good wish from the Wigwam. Drifting Feather: A poem from a faithful one. My best thanks, Drifting Feather.