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Feathers Fit for a Queen (cont'd) The Chief bowed as he advanced. The Queen bowed also, and, holding out her hand, stepped forward to meet him. He dropped upon his right knee, and courtier-like kissed her hand. He then presented to her Majesty the Indian petition, which had been delegated to him and explained to her its significant white and black wampum. After the petition the Queen and he chatted briefly. Then she bowed and accepting the signal, he bowed and retired. In October, Mr. and Mrs. Jones returned again to their Canadian mission fields. Enthusiastic and very touching was the Indian response to the reported charm and kindness of the young Victoria. Her reception of their Chief and minister in his beautiful but unusual costume thay accepted as an honour to the whole race. Observations (by Carl Froman) This thing I see, in front of me, Construction everywhere. I remember well, - and now writing tell, What thing I saw, - right there. An owl on high, - I gave a sigh, For to him, - a victim fell. House of the field from strong blow reeled. Of those things, - hero I tell. And then on high, the Owl did fly, Into a lofty tree. For safetys sake, maybe HIS life at stake. That's Natures way, - you see. And from this perch, not now to search, He ate his lunch in peace. Of birds and bees, I speak of these. Not land, - now up for lease. And those pheasants five, so much alive, Now, - where have they gone. I don't know where, - but say a prayer, That they are well, and strong. And those trees over there, why not them spare. They're beautiful, - can't you see? It's things like this, we always miss. They're a pleasant, sight to me. And each tree they chop, - you cannot stop, We know, - the reason why, We live each day, and for this, we pay, M-O-N-E-Y.