ADVENTURES OF THE CHUMS

Taranaki Daily News, 3 November 1934, Page 22 (Supplement)

ADVENTURES OF THE CHUMS

The other morning Gwen missed Richard and Ted After prowling around she found them in their bedroom packing their haversacks. “What’s the little game?” she asked. “We’re going hiking,” said Ted. “Very well,” said Gwen. “I’ll come too.” „ “You don’t like walking,” said Richard. “You always grumble all the time. “Nevertheless,” said Gwen, “I’m going with you.’

Really Gwen did not want to go hiking, but she did not intend to be left behind. As she was not too pleased about going, she considered that she had a right to complain as she went along. The chums climbed the hill behind the shore. It gave them a fine view over the sea, and Richard and Ted were both delighted -with it. The idea was to walk over to the far downs, rest for lunch, and then walk home again. Really the only part that suited Gwen was lunch

From tlie top of the hill behind the shore they dropped down into a tiny valley. To Gwen’s great annoyah.ee they discovered that a stream ran at the bottom. It was only a little one, but there was no bridge. “You didn’t say there was a stream to cross,” grumbled Gwen, who hates water. “I didn’t know there was one,” said Richard. “We shall have to cross it somehow,” said Ted.

I am sure, as you will see from this picture, that Richard was very accommodating. So that Gwen should have nothing to grumble about he carried her across. It was very, tricky going, and once or twice he stumbled and nearly fell. Gwen exhorted him all the way across to be more careful, but it was only with the assistance, of. the pole that he managed to land her safely on the other side.

The chums eventually reached the broad. downs, which lay inland from the seashore. Here they proposed to settle down to a well-earned lunch. But fortune was not kind to them. “Gracious!” cried Gwen, suddenly, “look at those clouds!” “A storm!” groaned Richard. “And it’s coming this way,”.said Ted. Sure enough from over the sea a great storm was sweeping. I am afraid the chums are in for a wetting.

As the chums feared the storm swept upon them. The sky grew black, and the rain pelted down. The chums tried to shelter behind a huge stone, but they were soon soaked. Gwen stood in the rain and growled for all she was worth. “It serves me right for coming,” she cried. “I should have known better.” “There is one thing about it,” said Richard, as they turned homeward, “Gwen’s so wet now that she can walk through the stream herself.” And poor Gwen had to do it, too.