HAPPY COGS

Manawatu Times, Volume 63, Issue 42, 19 February 1938, Page 10

HAPPY COGS

body. This was why we could not pitch a store-tent and did not attempt washcubicles, but where we had the sleeping tents had been a garden and so had been cleared to some extent of stones.

►Swimming was not as popular as was anticipated owing to the water being rather cold, but still it was the sea aud wonderfully calm.

We went for three “all-day” hikes—one around the coast to- the right—another up the stream, and this was very exciting as the stones were big and sometimes rather slippery, so that you were rather lucky if you arrived home with a dry dress—the last was around the coast to the left and then up a very steep hill, 1340 feet, from where we could look over into "Ship Cove.” This climb being purely optional, Julian became the leader of the party of mine, and she certainly put in some hard work blazing the trail even ii she did take us over some queer spots. We managed to keep to a ridge and so avoided the bush—although we had plenty of scrub—until we reached tho top where wo went to gather a few ferns and trees and to spy the very obvious holes made by wild pigs. Tho trip was rather strenuous but it was all. taken as a good joke and so the clinib did not worry us as we laughed and joked our way along. The big day of the camp was when we hired a launch and went around into Pelorus Sound. We .left at 6.30, and after abount 30 minutes called in at “Ship Cove” where we all went ashore to see Captain Cook’s Memorial and to take some snaps. All aboard again, and we were soon out in the open sea where it was rather choppy and one Guide was sick, but after about an hour we were in the shelter of Pelorus Sound and all was lovely once again. Then run down to Tennyson Inlet was most interesting but tho place itself is just too beautiful for me to describe to you on paper, so you must, if you have not already, go and seo it for yourself. The beautiful native bush runs right down to the waters’ edge. While anchored at Tennyson Inlet we did some fishing and had dinner which we cooked on board on two primuses. Returning, we called in at several little bays on the way and were just fortunate in rounding Cape Jackson before the tide turned. Just before reaching home we did some fishing off the boat, resulting in a fish breakfast. The different varieties of fish brought up was very, interesting—seven kinds—but of course not all edible. Eventually we arrived home at 7*30, having done about 130 miles—all tired, but very thrilled and happy. Blue cod being in abundance in these waters, fishing was a very popular time and naturally we had several fish meals.

At our back door were gooseberries and cherries, and with apples, pears and cherries collected from a nearby orchard we were well supplied with fruit. In fact cherries were so much in abundance that we made cherry jam and this was very popular.

On the day of our return to our homes we took a trip to “The Grove” and it is here that one finds all the holiday homes. The coast-line is a mass of little curves and in each one of these is perched two or three houses—just sitting on the side of a hill and peeping out from among the native trees and punga ferns. In one of these bays where the launchman knew the house was unoccupied, we had a swim, and then our lunch, to say nothing of those cherries. Returning to Picton we had a look around the town and so to tho boat by 2.45. The trip back was beautifully calm and we had lots of fun on deck with the big waves breaking over tho boat, to say nothing of the tin of biscuits intended for the fish but much enjoyed by some Girl Guides. The boat was, however, 30 minutes late leaving Picton with the result that we just hopped on the train as she was off and so had to leave our luggage to come on the next day. I wonder can you imagine the excitement on the Palmerston North Railway Station as we jumped off the train. Everyone trying to talk at once, each telling a different story, but all full of joy and wearing the same Smilel Thus, ended a great adventure for the Rongotea Guides. Next summer we hope that many of you will be able to join us in this adventurous camping and so share the fun. HOKOWHITU BROWNIE PACK Tu-whit, Tu-whoo! Here wo come, creeping ever so quietly, right into the Guide Notes, maybe if we do not chatter too much they will allow us to come again. What do you think? The other day somebody asked, "What Is a Brownie? So just to be sure that folks will know a Brownie when they see her, we will say that she is a little person in frock, tie, hat, shoes and stockings all of brown, a lovely shiny badge and a smiley face.- Those are the outward signs of a Brownie. Then we have hidden ones, haven’t be Our promise to be loyal to God, King and Pack; to lend a hand and to play the game; to have a faithful, loving heart and busy hands and feet, so that we may find happiness in helping others* Don’t forget the swimming sports on Saturday. What fun it is going to aud then the Church Parade on Sunday; do let ns see if we cannot have more Brownies than ever before; it is "good to break records you know, so cve?y , Brownie do her best to come.

POETS CORNER. ROSEMARY ANNE Rosemary Anne is gardening too— Pulling up plants to see how they do; Looking at roots with a motherly air; Then putting them back with meticulous care. Rosemary Anne is cooking too— Stirring and pounding a mixture like glue. What it is made of, just Rosemary knows, But she wriggles with rapture from head down to toes. And now all is quiet. Whatever’s she doing ? Such ominous silence means something is brewing. My goodness! She’s smoking, like daddy does. Well! (Though her pipe, I hope, hasn’t got the same smell!) She’s tapping it now up against the stone wall— Doing it gravely like daddy, and all; And now she is filling the bowl—but with what? Why, twigs for tobacco are there on the spot! And so she sits smoking with man-of-world air— Rosemary Anne with the gold in her hair! —Una Auld.

SKILLTEST WINNER Green Gem wins the Skilltest this week, Cogs. Congratulations, Green Gem. SOLUTION TO HOLIDAY CRUISE 1. Doubtful Sound. 2. Poverty Bay. 3. The Bluff. 4. Chalky Inlet. 5. Cape Kidnappers. 6. Dusky Wound. 7. Cape Farewell. 8. Great Barrier Island. 9. Hawke’s Bay. 10. Doubtless Bay. Mangatainoka. Dear Hub, —Please excuse me for not writing sooner as I never seem to have rime. I’ve had a splendid holiday, have you? I went to Wellington and I was on a hill, from which I could see many of the wharves, and one day I went down to the wharves and saw the "New Zealand Star” come in and berth. In the afternoon I went to the National Museum and saw many interesting Maori carvings and objects. As I have to go to bed now, I shall close, hoping all in the Den are well. Popeyc. P.S. I had a pet calf but it was sold. Isn’t it fascinating to see the big ships come sailing in Popeye—are you [going to be a sailor some day?