July 1953 School Magazine

July, 1953

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Brisbane Girls ' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1953

The deer, before stooping to drink, gazed timidly around, seeking that which would betray a concealed enemy. Bara, neither saw nor sensed anything for the wind was blowing in Numa' s direction. Numa emitted the roar which he had often used to paralyse his prey a nd, sprang, the dark tuft on the tip of his ta il standing erect. He landed on the back of the startled deer and his mouth closed on the deer's vertebra. Soon Bara lay at Numa's feet, his neck broken. Placing one paw on Bara's lifeless body, he voiced the kill-cry of the "King of the Beasts". The rest of the jungle would know that the mighty Numa had made h is kill.DEIRDRE CROMPTON, III. A HOW WE CHASED THE DINGO It was a hot, steamy summer day, and we were, of a ll things, stoking fires to make a clear line for the new fence. Up and down the line we went, setting the felled trees on fire, and piling up the smaller pieces of wood to make a good blaze. We were all glad when lunch-time came, and we went smoke-g rimed and with smarting eyes, to have a rest and some food . After the picnic, we viewed our handiwork; you could see right along the line now, through the thick scrub to the clear expanse of the big-dam paddock, but there was s till some work to do up the far end of the line. Four of us went, my two cous in s, my sister and myself. We were working happily and talking about some unimportant thing, when, suddenly my elder cousin turned with finger to his lips and a warning "ssh" ! He pointed, and, about twenty yards away through the scrub we saw a dingo; a fine animal, with a dark creamy coat and pricked ears, unaware of our presence. She was apparently headed for the b ig dam to get water, and was evidently not thinking of any danger, as she loped along, her mate follow- ing at a little distance. My cousin crept off to get his rifle, biddtng us in a whisper to keep watching the anima ls. We hardly dared breathe when he had left, but the dingoes did not notice us. The wind must have been blowing the wrong way, and carrying our scents away from them. They moved leisurely on, and when my cousin came back with the rifle, were well out of the scrub into the cleared portion. They were too far off for a clear a im, so he followed them, keeping his distance and making no noise. We others moved to a place where we could watch the proceedings. For a long time nothing happened, and they were out of sight in the long grass. About a mile away, we could see the big dam, a raised one, and the windmill clank- 32

SNAIL HUNTER

-A. TABKE, IVD.

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