December 1921 School Magazine

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BRISBANE GIRLS' GRAMMAR SCHOOL MAGAZINE

Dec., 1921.

peared We the cars, we decided, while looking back at climbed Mt. Mowbullan, but as we had a corn- the receding hills, to visit them again. paratively short time at our disposal the por- Late that night we arrived home, very tired, tion of the range we visited was very small but glad that we had visited, with such beau- when taken in comparison with the whole. tiful weather, one of the chief beauty spots We were very sorry to start on the home- of Queensland. ward journey, and when at last we were in EVERIL. VENMAN, III. B. in the dense undergrowth.

The Weather.

Whose fault is it always said: The weather! When our hair just simply won't go Just the way we like it tixed, When the day seems just one great woe, What is blamed in terms unmixed? The weather! What is that with mood capricious., Never seen by human gaze,

When in lessons we do badly Brains we still and ever claim, While reproachfully and sadly 'We begin to rudely blame-- The weather! When at games we've been disgraces, We don't think its our 'bad play, But go round with cheerful faces Chanting sweetly this old lay, The weather! When we're feeling blue and grumpy Nearly snapping off some head, Or the cakes we make are lumpy.

Which is sometimes avaricious With our weekly Saturdays? The weather!

E. D.

Dipping Day.

Now the work of drafting and dipping be- gins; out of the yard intuo the race leading to the dip are drafted a sulicient number to till the drying yard. back slides the gate. Splash, the first beast is in the dip. Straight through he goes, up the incline into the dry- ing yard; the next is a cow with a young calf at foot. Splash! Splash! But as baby comes to the surface he turns the wrong way and is soon in difficulties. "Hurry up there! Get the hook under the calf's neck and steer him along to the incline." When this is done he soon regains his mother in safety. There are a few clean skins which were missed last branding, so, as the irons are hot, they are flashed through the crush and a bellow de- notes the fact that another beast is carrying the station number and mark. The tally ta taken, the gates are open, the day's work is done. and the cattle are free to roam back to the pastures. M. W.

The morning broke bright and crisp, the cattle were scattered over the ranges and were in good condition, so that yarding and draft- ing oromlsed to provide more excitement than usual; but the horses were fresh and nt, so no trouble was anticipated on that score. The head stockman in charge of the day's operations had assigned to his assistants his or her position, while the dogs were frisking around ready for the fun. Soon the company scattered. The sound of the stockwhips in the distance told that the day's work had be- gun; they were in touch with the cattle. As the sounds came nearer and nearer, the bel- lowing of the bulls could be heard. At last down the side of a spur of the range, with their tails in the air, came the fastest and strongest of the h.ard. Aster a couple of hours' work, the cattle are yarded. Girths are loosened and the tired horses are given a chance of a opell.

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