Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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y JVn ©lb (iHamtscrtpf (Editor’s Note:—Some years ago an old battlefield was discovered at Tiefenau, near Berne. There were found num¬ erous objects made of iron, such as fragments of chariots, bits for horses, wheels, pieces of coats of mail, and arms of various sorts, including no less than one hundred swords. But the most interesting “find” was an old manuscript, which was •e discovered in a helmet of bronze. The following manuscript e. was written by a Roman trader who traveled with Julius Caesar on his conquest of Oaul.) 2V 3 the army came to a halt at the ninth hour in a plain r high up in the mountains of Helvetia, I left with my CT stock of wines upon my back and went across the plains and over the high hills to the north in search of consumers. As I was wending my way down the steep and rugged moun¬ tainside, I suddenly noted that the tangled forest thru which I had been walking had ended abruptly on the shore of a shining lake, as blue and as beautiful as the heavens above it, with the images of the snow-capped mountains reflected here and there upon its crystal surface. Engrossed in the beauty of the pic¬ ture, I clambered over a hillock and saw what was as unex¬ pected as it was unique, and one never before witnessed by man. Before me over the water was a village. There was a narrow bridge from the shore, extending some one hundred paces over the water to the platform of logs which rested on piles which had been sunk in the lake, and upon which the village, a mere collection of thatched huts, had been built. But my peace was short-lived. I looked up to behold two bone spears, one on either side of me, in the hands of two barbarians, whose faces had never been shaved, and whose hair completely covered their otherwise naked bodies. A blow on the head and I knew no more. I imagined several hours later that I was sitting on an iceberg on the summit of the Alps, and that it was very cold. I tried to reaso n with myself that this could not be, yet I felt such a cold wind blowing over me that I shivered. It was then that I recovered my consciousness. I tried to pierce the dark¬ ness that enveloped me, but could not. I put out my hand towards the ground and found it met with no resistance. The 19

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most hated by all spirits because it deceives the eyesight by its glimmering, and this is gold. ‘ ( Never will the purple color appear except when the genius of their wise are able to dissolve it in Agua Eegia. Then the original color will appear as a precipitate. I leave this as a reminder of the sin that will always hang over them. “Alas, the color is forever banished from this land of beauty, and the leaders of these mighty ones must wear robes of the sin at times of enjoyment.” The queen had spoken, and for ten days and nights there was feasting in Fairyland. —Ella Harbine. Upon the wind-swept shore, I watch the fisher child The while he carves his boat, With whistling wild. At last are shaped the hull, And seats for elfins’ ease; While from the mast its sails Flap to the breeze. Christened where ripples kiss The sands in quiet grace, His fairy ship rides proud With even pace. What joy and pride are his, Turning the hoisted sail To meet, with open hands, The rocking gale. But when its magic keel Glides far beyond his reach, He, leaving waves that smile, Mourns on the beach. I stroll the shore of Life. The hopes that sail wi l h dawn, Floating o’er unknown seas, Are ever gone! —Lawrence Dayton. 18

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inexplicable phenomenon that I was lying upon an object and yet could put my right hand thru it, troubled me not a little. Trying to rise, I found that I was securely tied. Afraid to move for fear that I would fall, I determined to lie where I was until morning. (The manuscript is untranslatable at this point. It ap¬ pears to concern his troubles during the night.) The day broke. How different was the aspect! In lieu of a deep, black hole on either side of me, there was a floor of small poles, which crossed each other at about one-third of a foot apart, but where I was lying, one of these had been brok¬ en, which explains the mystery of the abyss. The walls en¬ closing me were about three feet high and the room six feet square. In one corner of the room was a hole in the flooi through which I judged they put their fish basket which stood near it in the water. While this surveillance was in progress, I was working at the thongs which bound, and after an hour’s work was free. I went out on the platform and saw children tethered by chords of leather for fear they might fall in the water below them. But the most surprising fact was the ab¬ sence of visible men. But I could hear them yelling at the top of their voices. Then it dawned upon me that they were drunk—drunk with the wines I had carried with me to sell. I was a ruined man! I had lost all my property at the hands of these barbarians! But I didn’t remain longer, but ran over the bridge to land and set out towards the army. After traversing a great distance, I saw that I was lost. 1 wandered over hill and down dale, waded throu swamps and streams, suffered under the heat of the sun in the valleys, and shivered from cold on the snow-capped hills. A yell; a group of warriors announced that I was a prisoner. There was nothing to do but submit, altho I expostulated and used every language at my command, but in vain. They carried me to a small, but exceedingly dirty village. The people were dirty, the animals were dirty, the houses were dirty. The bodies of these savages were covered with a cake of soot and dirt which stuck to the oil on their bodies. In their hair this had hardened and appeared like a crust, or cap of black mortar. Over their shoulders they wore one skin and another around their waists. For ornaments they wore rings of iron, copper, ivory, or leather. Here and there were huts about four feet high, four¬ teen feet long and ten feet wide. Poles had been fastened into 20