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

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The Celebration IT was tl1e 19th day of January. It was one of those days that make a lellow feel as though tish nnght bite. You know what I mean. The sun xi. as warm and the air was balmy and tl1e old school house with its furnace heat felt all stufty. Well, we boys got our minds Working, so to the furnace room we went for a conference. When the thirty-six were inside and the door tightly barred, some bright lad suggested, Why this is Poe's birthday, why not celebrate! Well! the idea took like wild fire. No sooner had it been suggested than the spokesman mounted the stump. We took the vote, there were seventy two eyes and only thirty- six noses so, of course the eyes had it. 'l'he next problenm though was not so easily solved. There was that school house to get away from with all the host of teachers and they were kinder mistrustin too. How will we do it? All in a bunch? Well-I guess not!!! You have haard that old story of, Une flew east and one flew west and one flew over the euckoo's nest. Well, we beat that. We scattered in all directions and sneaked out through tl1e brush, but alas! Some poor tellers, 1 wo11 't name them here, were caught i11 the act and straight back to the school house they were marched and put to their lessons. but no sooner did the professor turn l1is back, 'l'hen through the window slid little Jack. Around the building he did go, And who should he meet but Professor, Oh!!! Hack into the school house he did march l lis hopes were withered and needed starch. Well the rest of us fellows fared a little better. After winding around through the brush, falling over logs, wading creeks, we finally all got together tall, except Jackl and we had one roaring time! I'll not tell you what all we did, nor what the old folks said, but the next day found us all at school again, just as calm and innocent as little lambs, and we hadn 't a care in the world, t'But they that dance must the fiddler pay, so the old adage goes, and we expected to have to learn all those poems of old Poe's. Our hearts were lightened and put at ease, VVe learned neither The Raven nor Annabel! Lees. Three evenings in you must stay, VVas all we heard the Professor say. Three cheers for him, he's all right! Although some teachers were mad enough to fight. And we next year no hookv will have to play, For teachers have proclaimed Poe's a NATTONA li HOLIDAY. Mack N. Stille. Twenty-nine

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drew nearer and nearer the .whiteu men fired- The Indians returned the fire seriously wounding one of the men within the circle. The Red Men seemed to have the best of the situation because they had numerous trees and rocks to hide behind. After each fusilade of shots they would dart forward hide again and open fire. Pony Bob saw that if this kept up until night fall the emigrants would be lost. He quickly formed a plan to get out, make his way to Fort Churchhill and return the aid of these poor people with troopers from the fort. One side of the circle was not far from a heavily wooded canyon. He figured that by being cautious he could creep into the timber and be safe. After filling a canteenwith water, taking his rifle and pistol he crept through the wagons and toward the timber. When he was well within the protecting cover. of the forest he heard the cracking of branches. The heart of the brave man almost stood still. Just when his chances for saving his fellow men seemed so bright were they all to be ended. He crouched and waited. He could hear but little firing in the open and he knew that the Indians were waiting for dark- ness to fall so that they could charge. 'He listened a few moments longer and concluding that the noise had been caused by some animal, hurried on. He had taken but a few steps when a shot frang out, thelbullet whizzing close to his head. He looked in the direction of the shot and saw an Indian lying in the brush preparing to fire again. , A. , y Bob pulled out his pistol and fired, then darted behind a rock. After a few minutes he cautiously peered out. The Indian was not to be seen but Bob knew that he was hiding behind a huge rock that was close by where he had seen him. Precious moments were passing. He started to creep toward, the rock when he discovered that his rifle was gone. He remembered that he had laid it down about twenty feet away. There was nothing left for him to do but to trust to his pistol- Onward he crept. Not a sign or sound of his hiding foe was there. He crashed into some loose brush ,making a terrific noise. Witli this he jumped to his feet and sought a refuge behind a giant tree. He waited for ages it seemed to him. Finally he looked out. There, slowly creeping toward him, was the Indian. He drew his revolver and waited- When he knew that the Indian must be almost upon him he stepped out and fired. The bullet struck the enemy straight between the eyes. . - In an almost exhausted condition Bob reached the fort. The com- manding officer hurriedly assembled his troops and rushed them to the rescue. A short, furious fight followed.. The Indians fell on every side, only a few escaping in the darkness. The emigrants lost some of their members but not many. . After resting a day these brave people started on and many of us can point some of them out as our grandparents. Pony Bob delivered his mail that trip a little late but as he k ' 66 W If I v .77 said better 'ite tian new er Hugh marke, ,24. Twenty-sigh!

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Discovery of the Nahautlans You have, of course, heard about the discovery of the Nahautlans civilization in South America. Not all of tl1e story leading up to this discovery has been told and as I was the main actor in it, I am in a good position to know of the events previous to the actual discovery. In 1923 I graduated from Stanford with an Electrical Engineer i11g Degree and had taken an active part in athletics during the four years. A I worked so hard and conscientiously that at the end of seven years my name was well known in the engineering world, a circumstance of which I was very proud. Ever since my grammar school days I had heard of that land of mystery, opportunity, fortune and failure---South America. I had always wanted to go there for both romantic and business reasons, mostly for the former, and now my wish was to be gratified. I re- ceived a communication from an enterprising mining company in Peru, asking me to come there and make plans for and install a complete elec- trical equipment. . Needless to say, I went as soon as possible to San Francisco where I embarked for Calldo. From there I went directly to Cerro de Pasco, which was headquarters for the mining company. After a week of pleasure and rambling I set to work on the plans. It took me three months to get them finished, the equipment ordered. and all things checked up. At the end of that time I had about two weeks to myself before the shipments would come. Ever since I had arrived, I had been aware, through the mine manager, of a seemingly supernatural story which the workers at the mine belived implicitly. This story dealt with an as yet unthought of civilization that was guarded by a strip of country which during a storm would, according to the story, be lit up by its own ghastly light. Witrli this to start with I tried to settle in my own mind whether or not this story was true or only legendary. As I could not, I decided to go exploring for myself. I hired an Indian guide and Indian carriers to take necessary camp equipment. We started out and on the afternoon of the fourth day, we came to the edge of a very barren strip of land. It was about twenty miles wide, with a forest onthe other side, and extended to the right and left as far as the eye could see. Wlien we came to this open space, the Indians ran back in dismay. Upon inquiry I learned that this was the fireland on which the gods displayed their anger in thunder and light- ning together with other phenomena. After this explanation, they de- clared that they would go no further. After having them make camp I went to examine this ground. It was reddish brown and what I found made that part of the story seem possible. Thirty