A STRANGE SILHOUETTE
GLIMPSED ON THE HORIZON Redfeather: Chief of the Lost Tribes: Whilst I was stringing my bow some little time ago, my ears caught an unusual sound which penetrated the silence of the Wigwam, and. looking up, I beheld on a far-off summit, silhouetted against the evening sky, a strange figure. As I watched, he uttered a cry, drawing the attention of all our Chiefs and Braves. “Who comes?” we asked in unison. And even as we spoke the stranger proclaimed his presence. . -It was the wandering chief, Sitting Bull. • • • Redfeather! On behalf of the Chiefs and Braves, I beg you to offer our greetings to Sitting Bull, and to call him out of the solitudes into the warmth of the Wigwam. —RISING TORRENT (aged 14). VARIETY There are varieties of happiness and to most of us that variety called excitement is the most attractive. On a grey day the memory and image of that variety are a joy to the heart. A little thing, a capful of wind even, is enough to make us exult in and be proud of our parts in the pageant of life. —Masefield.
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Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 89, 6 July 1927, Page 14
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191A STRANGE SILHOUETTE Sun (Auckland), Volume 1, Issue 89, 6 July 1927, Page 14
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