Dunsmuir Joint Union High School - Crag Echoes Yearbook (Dunsmuir, CA)

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What is the matter, child? exclaimed her mother as she ran into the bathroom where she found Mary standing in the center of the room weeping bitterly. My fish went down the pipe, sobbed Mary. She had put her fish in the bath tub to swim about while she changed the water in the bowl. Somehow the stopper had come out and tl1e fish flopped down the drain before Mary could catch them. I just knew something would happen to my darling little fish, cried Margaret Johnson. That pesky little brother of mine poured a whole bottle of ink on them. He said that he thought Dorothy's are so much prettier than mine because they have black spots on them. He has tried to make mine like hers and has killed them all- Mouser what have you done? Oh, my poor little fish, screeched Ona Mulligan. You naughty cat, you should have a good spanking. Don't you know those fish weren't for you to eat? Those poor, dear, little creatures. I suppose I should be happy with Mouser, Fido, Polly and Dick, but I can't help feeling sad over my dear littlc fish, she sobbed. Little Jane BaXter's mother had noticed how peculiarly the gold fish acted, so she determined to watch Jane and see what she did to them. Une afternoon soon after, Mrs. Baxter noticed that her daughter was unusually quiet. She looked into the room where Jane was playing, there she sat on the table, her legs hanging over the edge, beside her was her father's fish b3SK9t, on the floor just in front of her was the bowl of gold fish a11d in her hand was her father's fishing rod. No won- der the fish had acted so queer. It would be quite difficult to relate what happened to every fish, but if that poor druggist nad only known how many little hearts he al- most broke because of the loss of a poor little fish, or how much trouble he had caused many a fond parent he never would have given those fish away. Marjorie Young. Twenlu-six

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6 Another Fish Story H mother, get me some! Please do. This was the cry from every little boy and girl who passed the drug store. :It was not only little boys a11d girls who wanted some though, because young girls and women as well were rushing madly toward this place. People passing on the street heard many exclamations such as, Oh, isn't this one pretty! Mine are the prettiest of all! Now dear, be careful and don 't drop them. Have you any yet?'7 W One might wonder what all this excitement was about, but as nearly everybody knows, it takes very little to cause a great deal of ex- citement in a small town, and so it was ill this little town. Une of the druggists had received a large shipment of gold fish. He was giving these away with every purchase of certain articles amounting to so much. By evening nearly every woman and child had carried home some of these fish. 'Phe next day found a bowl of fish in the Window of nearly every home. And even though the excitment had some what subsided, this was not the last to be heard of the gold fish. ' Miss Miriah Simpkins and Mrs.'John Jones were having their morning gossip over the back fence. How are your fish? asked Miriah. I Uh they are just the cutest things- They play so cunningly with each other, and I am quite sure they know me already. Yours may be very cute, but I know they can 't compare with mine. Uh yes, I bought a splendid book yesterday that tells you just how to take care of them. f'Where did you get it? I must get one, too. You know I am so nervous about mine- I am so afraid that I might not do just the right thing and they might die. Bobbie! Bobbie! VVhere is my tobacco jar! This was Bob- bie Hansen's father calling. Mr. Hansen had spent about half an hour svarching for his tobacco jar, but could not find it anywhere. Bobbie was generally at the bottom of all the little mysterious happenings of this household, and as he had not been seen nor heard of for some time, his fond parent had decided that Bobbie must know something about that jar. Sure enough, asrhgir- Hansen glanced out of the front door, he saw Bobbie sprawled, oiftwon the lawn, gazing intently at something swimming about in his tobacco jar: What are you doing there, son? asked his father. Bobbie looked up and smiled, I broke the bowl for my gold fish so I put them in thisf' iiMOill0l'l Mother! Vome here quick, screamed little Mary Smith- Twenty-five

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One Great Adventure Toward the close of the Civil War hundreds of families packed their worldly possessions and started in great emigrant processions across the continent ton ard the west. Southern Nevada at this time had been settled by many of these people. The Piute Indians had held the land in this section for generations, living undisturbed lives, and resented the coming of the white man so keenly that at last war broke out- Signal fires burning on every hill warned the white men to pre- pare to save their lives and possessions. The live stock was quickly gathered, put in corrals and kept under close guard. There were no railroads west of the Mississippi in those days. The pony express had been started and carried mail for five dollars an oance. The ro ite was across a country inhabited for the most part by Indians and was very dangerous. A rider was killed every few days. Une of the riders, Robert Haslam, better known as Pony Bob had one relay of the route- He rode to Fort Churchill and had to travel a distance of seventy-five miles. Un one of his trips he learned when he reached a station about half the distance of his journey that a band of Indians under the direc- tion of a famous chief, were in the hills through which he had to pass. This did not stop him. He got a fresh horse and started on his journey. When he had gone a short distance he met an emigrant train slowly winding its way westward. Pony Bob decided to join it for better protection. The emigrants were glad to have an experienced Indian fighter with them and together they moved on- They had only gone a few miles when they saw columns of smoke rising from a hill to the right of them. Upon closer observation columns of smoke could be seen at the left. and prevare for an attack. There were about fifty wagons and two hundred and fifty people. The circle was made in the center of a small glade. The oxen and horses were tied inside the cirlce while boxes and crates were piled as fortifications on the outside. Water was packed in, the ammunition and g'llI1S put in readiness and every man stationed to watch and wait. At the end of an hour a cloud of dust was seen far to the north but coming rapidly toward them- In a short time they could distinguish the bright colors on the approaching foe. There appeared to be about one hundred and fifty in the band all mounted on the little mustangs of plains and they rode as if the horse and rider were one. They rode at a full gallop toward the circle but when they reached a point, probably a hundr d yards distant, they stopped abruptly. For a few seconds they paused, apparently sizing up the situation, then turned their horses' heads as if to leave. Then they broke into two bands and rode to op- posite sides of the enclosure. They dismounted, formed long lines and started walking toward the now highly alarmed white people. As they Twenlu-:even