July 1967 School Magazine

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

July, 1967

Brisbane Girls' Grammar School Magazine

Julyi 1967

of the chase and shared in the excitement of a capture. I am a b].oo_dhound, a Police dog. I belive I was useful;;j;id rnv ;"U well; I can remember but one time when I lort my i.uitl-- ^--' '- It was several years_ago, down in the mountain country around Greta. There had been a robbery, una ,orn.o".-. iua been shot. rWe came up in the train in the guard;s "r"li.g.a and chafing ro be out, and we were taken "1f ul Cr.il. -V. were given the scent - an old coat, il I remember riehtlv. That very afternoon we were taken up inio the hifls uro,rnd" rG t.*". It was r_oygh, wild country, und I did not see how o". rn"n o" foot.could hope to escape through it, but h.r" li.-huJ b.;;;;, and here was his scent. S7e were unleashed, the three of us. The scent was fresh and -warm_,,and we vrere swift. The men followed tn h";; sturdy and beautiful mountain ponies; and the ,..", er.- -u;., moment by moment. lX/e ran. The trees- flew by us as we threaded through the gum forests, the dust flew and the stones clattered ;;ffi ii;. horses'hooves. \7e loped on easily, swerving ^rd ;n;iifi ;;j checking and running again. .. Suddenly-the light drained our of the world, and the air splintered with a deafening explosion of thunder. - A ir"; warm.drop splattered o! my baik, and another on my p;.v; ;;a then the world dissolved in a sheet of water. vl. .h.i["i; *. were lost. The rain pelted us with tiny, warm fists. W. L"ia not- see five yards in the cloud burst, and the ground -", durk with water, Soon the muddy, rushing streams "d";; tlr. .t"p.. yould- sweep away the dust and the 1and. The trees thrasfJ the blacker-red sky, and somevrhere a crack told oi - u ,nup;;e branch. The scent was gone-dissolved. tWe cowered in the streaming water under a tree. Behind us the men were shouting, and the horses squealed. [ ;; raced up with our leashes, we r/r'ere dragged orrt, unJ tt. J"vr march through the downpour began. That night we were fed and dried back in the kennels. The rain stopped, the clouds drifted, but scent hffas gone. He escaped, that man in the _hills,_ and they did not ciatch him; but I can say with truth that that was the only *."i una tfri only quarry that ever I lost.

BED Bed is not merely that inanimate object so many of us take for granted, yet would miss so much if we were ever deprived of it; it is not that mattress of thorns on which we restlessly toss and turn in a delirium of anguish; not that enticing softness onto which we fling ourselves, exhausted-bed is a refuge and a friend, comforting, understanding. In this refuge one can shed the super{icial coat of armour one wears all day, hiding av/ay the real self, so lacking in self- confidence, and bring forth, in all radiance, the real self, so as to reveal it to the real self, and to the Creator. To this friend, one can tell, through one's pefsonal thoughts, the innermost feelings, longings, joys, sorrows of one's heart, thus reviving the numb intimacy which has been sleeping inside its protective coat of armour all day, In bed, in the privacy of one's own heart, thoughts, and sub-conscious emotions, one can reflect, at ease, and without fear of scorn, on the wonders of Nature, and the many different beauties that the Earth has to hold, so rhat, in this bliss of perfect solitude, one can be drawn, unconsciously, to God, to form an intimate, steadfast, and comfotingly trust-worthy companionship with Him, the wonderful feeling of peace which results being beyond all human comprehension. -A.W.F., 3C. THE BRUMEY The gums, invaded by the ghostly shape, wisp and whistle to hearken to the echoing tread. Splatter, crackle, swish, every- thing in his path of white is slashed aside, his silver mane streaming back in glee. Fredom,-oh! a glorious gift, given by birth to this beautiful creature. The deadly shadows fiicker across his body. Then, up the mountains dashing through the boulders, every muscle exerted, nostrils extended, foam flying off his back, until the top is reached, then a sudden halt. The morning sun is beaming over the hills to meet the fiery eyes of the brumby. \)7ith a great sigh, he majestically g zes ^t his kingdom - the brazen rocks at his right, the green valley, the tall brown peaks in the distance, and below, his con- tented mares graze in full admiration,

SLAUGHTER, VB, England House.

-CECILY GREAVES, IIIC.

-SUZANNE

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