STORY IN PICTURES

Taranaki Daily News, 4 September 1926, Page 21

STORY IN PICTURES

POLLY, PETER & WALLABY

Last week we left the three chums hurrying homeward to collect all the necessary things for camping out. On their way home they met Wallaby, and of course they all tried to be first with the news of the wonderful discovery of the canoe and the cave. Poor Wallaby was sadly perplexed.

They wasted very little time gathering the tent and the provisions for their new camp; then, led by Richard, they hurried back to the spot where the canoe was moored. Wallaby, who is not at all a good climber, found it very difficult to get down the gorge. He struggled in the rear with the tent pole, and suffered quite a lot of criticism from Impatient Richard.

When they arrived at the bottom of the gorge Richard was ail impatience to get the tent fixed up, and while Wallaby held the pole Gwendoline was ordered to give a hand with the tent. Poor Richard got in an awful mess with the canvas, and, of course, he blamed Gwendoline. Polly roared with laughter, and Richard only got in a worse pickle.

Finally poor Richard got completely wrapped in the canvas and flew about all over the place like a live blanket. Gwondoine thought it was all to do with the fixing of the tent, and made Richard all the more angry by asking to be tpld when he would be ready for her assistance again. Wallaby thought putting up tents was very interesting, and Polly continued to yell with mirth.

At last the tent was erected, although they had an awful struggle to get it fixed. It looked so cosy and comfortable inside that the chums were really proud of their feat—especially Richa'ft. He was so proud that he had to step back to survey his handiwork from a distance. Unfortunately he stepped back too far and fell into the water—Poor Richard!

Richard and Gwendoline had decided to play at Indians, so they went Into the tent and garbed themselves in their war paint. They certainly looked very fierce, and Gwendoline, in her excitement, waved her tomahawk and gave a most furious “meow.” It reminded Wallaby so much of his former days In the wilds that he took to his heels and fled homewards, leaving the others to play at whatever they wished without his assistance.