THE NATURE LOVER

Northland Age, Volume 1, Issue 10, 11 December 1931, Page 6

THE NATURE LOVER

He stood on the mountain trail Gazing across the tiny Valley. At his feet the flower-carpeted slope Fell away to a sparkling stream Tumbling musically Down its boulder-strewn course. Beyond, the valley’s floor rose Quickly, To become another sloping me*dow Of riotous colour. Higher, the cool green of tree foliage Began, merging into the darker girdle Of evergreens at the distant Snow line. Over all hung a shimmering stillness, Broken only by the voices of birds, and The laughing undertone of the rushing streamlet. “It’s wonderful,” he breathed. “Wonderful! Mother Nature’s the greatest artist of them All. She has certainly given us here A perfect site for one of our Big Stick Oil sign boards!” *•* * * Quite Safe A certain well-known bishop tells many amusing stories of his work among the Red Indians. On one occasion he was visiting a tribe, and it was arranged that after dinner he and one of the chiefs were to go for a long ride. “Will it be safe for me to leave my baggage here?” asked the bishop before they started. “Yes,” was the reply of the chief. “There is not a white man within forty miles.”

The primary schools break-up for the Christmas holidays next Friday, resuming on February Ist. Sir Janies Parr at Paparoa: “I am Leader of the Upper House at a salary of what— £270 a year. But this is a part of my mode of help—l am not going to take the salary in the Dominion’s hour of need.”

Some day when the steak is a little tough, or the toast perhaps not so hot as it might be, or the crust of a juicy apple pie a bit soggy, instead of complaining give a thought for the thousands who would be glad to trade places with you nevertheless.