TRAVELS OF A POSTAGE STAMP.
I lam a New Zealand stamp, and my travels started about a year ago. The 1 first stage was when I, with thousands 1 of my brothers, was sent up to Auck- • land to be distributed among the post- • offices there. Arriving at my destination I was put in a drawer with some i more of my relations. There I lay for r a few days; then the postmaster sold . me to a little girl who was sending a letter to a pen-friend in India. Wetting my back, she glued me to the > letter, then dropped me into the pillar- \ box. Here there were lots of other j letters; but it was very dark and I longed to be out. Some time after- ‘ wards we heard a click and a shaft of light shot into the box. We were then put in a bag and sent by rail to the 1 General Post Office. Here we were } taken out of the bag and sorted into l different Jieaps. I, with others all bound for India, was put in a bag and sealed. | Then we were put on a van, taken to ’ the wharf, and placed on a boat. We had a beautiful journey till we reach- [ ed the Indian Ocean. Here we encountered squalls, and one night we foun- , dered. When the ship began to sink 1 we were washed overboard and floated, • For several weeks we floated; then , some fishermen found us. Recognising r us as the missing mailbag, they hand--1 ed us to the first post-office. As we ‘ were intact, we were sent without d«- - lay to our destinations. As the little 3 girl in India was a stamp collector she f placed me in her album. So all I wish i for, now that my travels are over, is - a quiet life among the album leaves. 5
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Star (Christchurch), Issue 18889, 12 October 1929, Page 18 (Supplement)
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