A PAGE for the CHILDREN

Ladies' Mirror, Volume I, Issue 4, 2 October 1922, Page 28

A PAGE for the CHILDREN

SOONER than I expected I encountered the Ungrateful young Weta. . . . Thad tied my horse at the roots of a Ti-tree and was taking a delight in the view from the rising ground, when I heard the cry of the unruly young rascal. . . Turning to acknowledge the greeting, I was surprised to see him preparing to do me bodily harm : the great legs were flung high, the head lowered, and altogether his appearance was terrible. . . Many, to be sure, under such conditions would have lost their heads, and so perhaps their lives, but keeping cool I hit upon an excellent method of subduing my adversary. . The precise reason for my success, I have never solved : my plan was to blow steadily upon his head, and as steadily to .fix him with my right eye. It was just a matter of time, and at last he came to his knees begging leniency. . To have spared him would have been a wrong to his thoughtful foster-mother and to the building of his character, and I so earnestly scolded him that he will never again misbehave. . . . At times I leaned over him screaming, at times I leapt shrieking in the air, whilst he, begging me to be merciful stretched his chin out upon the dust.