Under the “Totem-Pole”

Sun (Auckland), Volume III, Issue 813, 6 November 1929, Page 15

Under the “Totem-Pole”

Letters to Kedfeather are answered as follow:—Golden Birch: Congratulations, Golden Birch. How delighted you must all be about the Kohn Cup. When the first Monday arrives I always wonder what your flat package will contain. You always have some fresh surprise in store. My best wishes to you and your company. ... Leather Stocking: Greetings. Waiuku. I was glad to have news of j'our new troop anff to welcome you into the Wigwam. Do you like your name? . . . Bluebird: Hallowe’en is becoming very popular in our country. Bluebird, and I am glad your company had a party. Many thanks for your neatly set out report with its marginal illustrations. . . . Straight Feather: Y'our Ellerslie news has come safely to hand. Straight Feather, and you are as punctual as ever. I hope your concert will be a success and of great benefit to the troop funds. . . . Fire Heart: Thank you, First Gordon. I was glad to have your notes. Every good wish for your seventh birthday party. . . . Moon Glow: Yes, the Blue Cross hospital must be very interesting. Moon Glow, and I am sure you enjoyed that visit. Congratulations on being promoted Second of the Poppy patrol. . . . Harvest Moon: That six weeks will soon fly by. Harvest Moon. Aren’t you very exicted? Flying Cloud greatly admired your "Ships." I have delivered that message in your letter. A Wigwam wish for Harvest Moon. . . . Red Star: Yes, I think a bla«-k cat must have crossed your trail. Red Star, though after all it Is not really luck that makes people win story competitions. Lone Singer considers your story one of the best she has ever read. . . . Grey Eagle: My best wishes and thanks. Grey Eagle. . . . White Smoke: Your Tahutimai news has joined the great scroll. White Smoke. . . . Dancing Star: And what fate did the witches prophesy for you. Dancing Star? That was a jolly party. Takapuna came very high in the Kohn Cup results, and I am very glad. "Redfeather, the paper-weight.’’ sends you a Wigwam bow. . . . Lone Dreamer: Yes. I should have liked to have seen that poem, Lone Dreamer. There has surely been magic abroad in your garden, and you found plenty to interest you the next morning. Are there any young starlings in that nest yet? . . . Great Lone Eagle: lam sorry to hear that you have been ill. Great Lone Eagle, and I hope you will soon be perfectly strong. Aren’t you feeling proud of yourselves now you are holding the boxing shield? . . . Plying Cloud: Yes, the last prize-winning stories were excellent. Flying Cloud, and everyone liked your "Shooting Stars.” Your last minute letter reached me in time. Maid of the Grea t-Out-Doors. . . . Lone Singer: Great writers are, like great carpenters, Lone Singer; they must serve an apprenticeship before they become expert craftsmen, and where there is h definite urge to write and express oneself there is always the hope of becoming an expert craftsman. Some of these Wigwam story-writers have already had much practice, and before long I think your own work will he as polished. . . . Love Song: Many greetings and' thanks, Arohunui. A Wigwam thought for your first birthday.