A School Essay.

Matamata Record, Volume XVI, Issue 1445, 27 July 1933, Page 3

A School Essay.

“A WONDERFUL SIGHT.” (By Cora Ban, Morrinsville)

Looking down from the top of the mountain I had just climbed, I held my breath at the glorious vision which lay before me. Far down the slope I beheld a clear silver sparkling stream glistening in the sunlight. On its banks flowers bloomed, the willows whispered, and birds sang joyously. At my feet sweet forget-me-nots lifted their delicate heads nobly. Golden daffodils nodded merrily in the summer breeze. Behind me dark ridges lay in the shadows. To the left of me rose crag after crag, bordered by purple, pink and white heather. On my right a dark green valley stretched away for a mile, dwindling to a narrow gorge in the distance. In front of me sparkling silver waterfalls sprang merrily down the 1 mountainside, sending up showers of glistening water over the tender ferns growing beside them. The winnowing winds swept past me, rustling the leaves and leaving the air pure and sweet. Far out below the mountains the

desert shone l.ike gold. In the centre of the desert was an oasis surrounded by emerald-green palms, and huts built by the natives of our country. Overhead the blue sky was dotted by fleecy clouds. The fiery sun sent its gleaming silvery rays over the landscape, tingeing the scenery with rose, burnished gold and flashing crimson. When I descended the mountain my heart was light and care-free, and as I watched the carolling lark wing its way heavenwards I thought of all the good things God had done for me.

Kind Old Lady: Did you ever attend a school for stuttering ? Cheerful Kid: N-n-n-no, I j-j-j-just picked it up.

L Gentleman (who is visiting to little boy of the house): And why won’t you let me take you on the river in a nice boat? Little Boy: Oh, please, Mr. Tubbs, because I heard pa tell ma that you can hardly keep your head above water, and —and—I can’t swim.