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10 THE NORMAL RECORD. reverie, and turning, she saw John standing with arms outstretched toward her. "John!" she answered breathlessly. Then the instinct of the nurse came back to the girl and she said softly, "Oh, John, why have you walked all this way? It is so wrong of you, and you look so very tired!" "I knew I would find you here," he replied. "My love gave me strength to come. How could I go home without one little word from you? The dear old Elder couldn't make me!" he added boyishly. Then catching both her hands, he looked down into her eyes, and said, "Mary, will you make this day my own Thanksgiving, the great and glorious Thanksgiving of my life, and give me that which I most long for and desire,—your love?" She looked up into his true, earnest face and simply said, "Yes, John." Then as he took her in his arms, she whispered lovingly, "Oh, I am so happy and so grateful. Why should I mind what comes now? Even though our next winter be as hard as the last, I'm not afraid if I have you." Then the Puritan soul shone out of the man's eyes, and raising one hand toward Heaven, he said, low and reverently, "I thank thee, my God, for this, our Thanksgiving Day!" The Torres Straights Islanders' Thanksgiving Day. Henrietta Away on the other side of this globe near the equator and between the continent of Australia and the island of New Guinea, lie the beautiful, densely wooded coral islamds of Torres Straits, and here among this group lies Thursday Island, the great pearl-shell center of the world. The natives that inhabit these islands are a great, strong race. Almost every tribe is of a different color, some are as black as ebony, and others axe of a bronze hue, more like the Samoans, or Indians of North America. The natives paint themselves with different colors, which they dig from the ground, and which show very gaudily on account of their scant clothing. They are only partly civilized, for it has only been twenty years hence, since the first white man trod the tropical shores of the Torres Straits Islands. Though rude and low in the scale of humanity, these islanders have a few primitive relations existing between tribe and tribe. The exchange of the special products of one island tribe for the products of the other islands is the occasion for large tribal meetings. These meetings generally occur near the end of their summer, in January, on Wala-wala day, or the Thanksgiving day of the blacks. One day in January, a party of us were down near the water-front on Thursday Island and we noticed that the aborigines seemed to be more excited than usual. Upon inquiring the cause of the excitement from one of the natives, we were told that a Wala-wala day Cummings. was going to be held the next day on a little island not far from Thursday Island. We talked the sitiation over for a few moments and as we had a yacht, we decided to go on the morrow. The next morning broke bright and clear, and we were aboard the yacht and had started for the place of meeting before the sun had begun to come up from his bed in the ocean. The yacht skimmed over the deep blue, rippling water, leaving a wake of white cloud-like foam. In the course of a few hours' time, we arrived at the island. Several white people from Thursday Island were already there when we arrived and we joined their line of boats, and as soon as the craft was safely anchored, we went ashore. The beach was lined with great canoes, principally war-canoes. Each of the war-canoes was dug out of a single tree, and each one capable of carrying a hundred men. The canoes were all fantastically decorated, the bows were supported by carved wooden images, decorated skulls, which had been taken in battle, and the upper sides of the boats were generally covered with shark's skins. As we passed beyond the line of boats, we came upon a great chattering crowd of native women, who were busy preparing food for the feast. All the food was cooked on heated rocks and then covered over with turtle backs and sacks, and over this was piled the clean, white sand from the beach. Several great turtles lay on the beach, and
Object Description
Title | The Normal Record. November 1904 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
Creator | Chico State College |
Location of Original | Archives |
Call Number | LD723 C57 |
Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1904 it was published every month - except the Summer months. |
Date Digital | 2013 |
Language | eng |
Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
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Filename | index.cpd |
Description
Title | 1904_11_NormalRecord.049 |
Original Date | 1904-11 |
OCR- Transcript | 10 THE NORMAL RECORD. reverie, and turning, she saw John standing with arms outstretched toward her. "John!" she answered breathlessly. Then the instinct of the nurse came back to the girl and she said softly, "Oh, John, why have you walked all this way? It is so wrong of you, and you look so very tired!" "I knew I would find you here," he replied. "My love gave me strength to come. How could I go home without one little word from you? The dear old Elder couldn't make me!" he added boyishly. Then catching both her hands, he looked down into her eyes, and said, "Mary, will you make this day my own Thanksgiving, the great and glorious Thanksgiving of my life, and give me that which I most long for and desire,—your love?" She looked up into his true, earnest face and simply said, "Yes, John." Then as he took her in his arms, she whispered lovingly, "Oh, I am so happy and so grateful. Why should I mind what comes now? Even though our next winter be as hard as the last, I'm not afraid if I have you." Then the Puritan soul shone out of the man's eyes, and raising one hand toward Heaven, he said, low and reverently, "I thank thee, my God, for this, our Thanksgiving Day!" The Torres Straights Islanders' Thanksgiving Day. Henrietta Away on the other side of this globe near the equator and between the continent of Australia and the island of New Guinea, lie the beautiful, densely wooded coral islamds of Torres Straits, and here among this group lies Thursday Island, the great pearl-shell center of the world. The natives that inhabit these islands are a great, strong race. Almost every tribe is of a different color, some are as black as ebony, and others axe of a bronze hue, more like the Samoans, or Indians of North America. The natives paint themselves with different colors, which they dig from the ground, and which show very gaudily on account of their scant clothing. They are only partly civilized, for it has only been twenty years hence, since the first white man trod the tropical shores of the Torres Straits Islands. Though rude and low in the scale of humanity, these islanders have a few primitive relations existing between tribe and tribe. The exchange of the special products of one island tribe for the products of the other islands is the occasion for large tribal meetings. These meetings generally occur near the end of their summer, in January, on Wala-wala day, or the Thanksgiving day of the blacks. One day in January, a party of us were down near the water-front on Thursday Island and we noticed that the aborigines seemed to be more excited than usual. Upon inquiring the cause of the excitement from one of the natives, we were told that a Wala-wala day Cummings. was going to be held the next day on a little island not far from Thursday Island. We talked the sitiation over for a few moments and as we had a yacht, we decided to go on the morrow. The next morning broke bright and clear, and we were aboard the yacht and had started for the place of meeting before the sun had begun to come up from his bed in the ocean. The yacht skimmed over the deep blue, rippling water, leaving a wake of white cloud-like foam. In the course of a few hours' time, we arrived at the island. Several white people from Thursday Island were already there when we arrived and we joined their line of boats, and as soon as the craft was safely anchored, we went ashore. The beach was lined with great canoes, principally war-canoes. Each of the war-canoes was dug out of a single tree, and each one capable of carrying a hundred men. The canoes were all fantastically decorated, the bows were supported by carved wooden images, decorated skulls, which had been taken in battle, and the upper sides of the boats were generally covered with shark's skins. As we passed beyond the line of boats, we came upon a great chattering crowd of native women, who were busy preparing food for the feast. All the food was cooked on heated rocks and then covered over with turtle backs and sacks, and over this was piled the clean, white sand from the beach. Several great turtles lay on the beach, and |