Prize Essay Competition.
"HOW I SPENT MY EASTER HOLIDAYS, 1905."
THIRD PRIZE ESSAY,
(By " Nature."-—Ruby C. Makeiq, Borough School.) It was a miserable day, with the rain pouring down, and we school children could just catch the sound of the Town Clock striking half past one, when our teacher announced that our Chairman had granted us a fortnight's holiday for Easter. How easy our lessons seemed after that, and how light our hearts ! when at two o'clook we left school, not to return again for fourteen days, but which was afterwards extended to eighteen, As I knew I was not going away from home for the holidays I planned before they oommenced what I should like to do. Everything was in my favor, for the weather cleared up, and kept Sne all the time, so I was able to carry out my plans, to my heart's content. I thought the most interesting and useful thing I could do, was to try and learn a few of the simplest lessons of nature by myself. So I rose early every morning and watched the different sunrises, most of which were so beautiful that it is beyond my power to desoribe them properly. Perhaps the grandest of all was on the first Monday of our holidays, for the colouring in the sky, and the shadows on |the hills were lovely. Another morning, while I was doing up my garden, I thought the sun rose slower and softer than I had ever noticed before, and I could not help comparing it with a newly opening rose, that was, like the sun, slowly bursting into bloom, excepting in time, for the sun shot out the quickest. Although I rose by myself, I soon had company when I went outaide, for sometimes 1 would make a straight line of breadcrumbs, and in a few minutes it was a pretty sight to see the dear little birds hopping and chirping about, either side of the line, as if their whole life depended on h,ow many crumbs they got. One rather sharp and frosty morning I walked out on the Ashburton River banks and saw a very good mirage. The bunks of the Rangitata looked as if they were thrown up several yards from, the surfase of the ground, and some trees and straw stacks looked as if they were three times as large as they really were, and I thought it well worth going to see. Another lovely morning I had a drive out to the Fairfield Freezing Works, and was taken through the different departments. First I 3&w a mob of innocent looking sheep and lambs following a big pet sheep up some long stairs. I vfas sure they would not have gone so happily if they had known what for—for there was a row of cruel looking butchers waiting for them, who soon had their heads and fleeoes off and strung up on hooks, ready for the freezing chamber. There were thousands of them there ready to be frozen. Then I was taken into the freezing chamber, and oh ! how cold it was, here I saw sheep, hares, rabbits, ducks, tongues and butter, all frozen ready to bo sent home to England. It was like walking into an oven, coming out of the freezer. The next place I was taken to was the drying room and oh ! what a contrast it was to the freezer. I felt as if I should be slowly cooked if I stayed there long. This is where the wool is very quickly dried and it is | generally kept going night and day, Then I watched the men taking the akias to the ' pullers, and then some more men pulling them, which, is all very interesting. Then after seeing the rinser, and the ringing of the skins, the engines, and various other things, we came away, very pleased with our visit. A few days after this. I had au early drive to Chertsey. There was not much to see after we left Fairfield, for the country just now is looking its worst. The ! only thing to attract one's attention is a little gorse here and there in bloom and a few winter oats. The farmers looked busy ploughing for their next crops. Wa enjoyed our little s.tay in Chertsey, where we were taken into an orchard to eat as many pretty looking apples as we could, and then returned home again. Only a few more days were left after this which I spent helping at home and finishing a book I had lent me to read. So the end of my holidays was Bpent in tho. same was as they began, and I have found nature very interesting, and consequently was very sorry when " Monday, theßth " came ; and it was then I remembered! the truth of one of Burns' poems.- j But pleasures are like poppies spread, You seize tty flower, its bloom is shed.
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Ashburton Guardian, Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXII, Issue 6577, 23 May 1905
Prize Essay Competition. Ashburton Guardian, Volume XXII, Issue 6577, 23 May 1905
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