Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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their house caught afire she did not have the presence of mind to take them out. She must have looked a perfect fright. I simply must study. Please don't talk any more or I shall have to change my seat-Uh! I do like your shoes. VVhere did you get them? I really believe I tried on a pair there-look at the face that boy up in front is making. Isn't it too killing? What was I talking about? Oh! yes-those shoes. I tried on a pair at the same store loads too big for me. You must have gotten them. My! It is dull up in this part of the room. How do you manage to exist? I think I'll go and speak to that girl over by the window. . . . That horrid teacher sent me back here. The very idea of her doing that before every- body. I felt so embarrassed. I know my face is purple and my hair is coming down. I must look a fright-a perfect fright. I was simply dying to know when the next dance is and now I won't find out until the end of the period. Isn't it too provoking! Honestly, it is a mystery to me how people can go thru life making such trouble. Now that teacher-Great guns! don't tell me that is the bell. XVhat shall I do! VVon't you help me? Oh Goody! You have your note book finished. I'll just take it along. You don't mind do you? If it werenlt for you, you know I'd have done mine. You talked so much. Thanks awfully. Ta! Ta! Uhr -Blaat Run McDoUo.xL MoNRo1-3, 'l1. .My N the early sixties there were many fights between the Indians and white men. The Indians so frequently lifted, cattle and horses and burned the buildings that the whites had to keep a careful watch over their possessions. A band of Indians had come down into the Mattole Valley and stolen several hundred cattle. This called for severe measures - - and so a party of two white men and a friendly Indian, called Indian Pete, set out with the intention of teaching the Indians a lesson and incidentally of recovering the cattle. The first evening out the party came upon some Indians whom they treated very harshly, although it was not the band they were after. The Indians were camped on a horseshoe bend of the Mattole River. Behind their camp was a steep precipice and in front of it was the river. They had a big fire and were sitting around it roasting trout for their supper. They made an easy target, and the whites, who were across the river, each picked out an Indian and fired. Three Indians sprang into the air, screamed horribly and dropped dead. Instantly 'Wi 23:3 h C Q , fl I PAGE FOURTEEN

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left Garberville at six o'clock and succeeded in reaching Kenny that night. From the time that we crossed the line between Humboldt and Medocino Counties fwhich is marked by a tree and a large postj we noticed a great difference in the roads. I think that we ought to donate some crushed rock to the supervisors of Mendocino. At Kenny we learned that, in order to make connections, it would be necessary to stage from there on to NVestport. That night at eleven o'clock we were pulled ont of bed to take the stage for Usal. After the coldest ride I had ever taken, we arrived there at half past two in the morning. All along the road you could look down hundreds of feet into the roaring surf, and if the horses had become frightened we would have been dashed to pieces. We left Usal at four A. M. and our next stop was at Hardy Creek, where we changed mail. We passed through several places en route, but the towns were all closed up as the mills were shut down. At Hardy Creek we were afforded an opportunity of seeing how they load steamers by the use of cables. The steamers are about a half mile oif shore and the lumber is sent out on the cable. It is said that this process is better than being loaded at the wharf. Westport was the next and last stop. We could see the Ravalli going to Eureka. Here we were met by our friends, and we were driven to Glen lllair, after having had the best trip that I ever remember. ?7'!: 9 Dqax ' QQQQTG. v -aglslslzf '1- illlnnnlngur A. F-. 'lO. Mercy! Fifteen minutes of this period gone and I haven't opened a book-not a single one. Don't say a word to me I beg of you. Heavens! there goes my pencil. Say, would you mind poking that girl in front of you, and asking her to get a knife from the boy across the aisle? I have a knife myself- but he is so good looking. 'f it if Now could I trouble you to return it? Thanks a thousand times. W'hat book is that on your desk? Oh! George Eliot! I read a book of his last year but it was so dry. I adore George Barr McCutcheon's. They are simply too thrilling for words. I knew that some one was around me that I dislike. I simply felt it. It is that girl two seats ahead of me with the frowsy hair. I always make it a point not to say disagreeable things about people but she is the most spiteful thing. Fancy! she tries to make everyone think that her hair is naturally curly but once I made inquiries from a girl who told a friend of mine that she put it in curling papers every night of her life and-would you believe it F-the night PAGE THIRTEEN I ,fzg-D--I U X ' .1 P P II U pi u

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the camp was in an uproar, the remaining Indians forgetting their weapons and thinking only of some way to escape. As they were attempting to scramble up the precipice they were picked off by the whites. Every time that Indian I'ete', fired, his savage blood would overcome him and he would jump up and let out a blood-curdling yell. lly the time they had finished their work. it was nearly dark, and, as they were very hungry, they prepared their supper near the scene of the-slaughter. After their refreshment, the three rode from the Mattole to the Little Van Duzen River, arriving in the early morning. There they learned that Indians had stolen another band of cattle, so, after a good rest, they set out on the trail. They found the Indians' camp at the foot of Lassack's Peak, which is a mountain at the headwaters of the Little Yan Duzen. They waited around until after dark and then one of the white men prepared to do a little scouting. Ile crawled up close to the Indians and discovered that the guard had fallen asleep Putting his knife between his teeth, he sneaked up, pounced upon the lndian and cut his throat without making the slightest noise. He then gathered up all the Indians' weapons and sneaked away. The next morning they went boldly in and captured the entire party, fourteen in number, among whom was the chief, Lassack. They tied the Indians' hands and then marched them down through the valley of the Little Van Duzen to Laribee Yalley. llere they untied them so that they might eat and rest com- fortably. llut, as the Indians did not appreciate this act of kindness and made a dash for liberty, they were unmercifully shot down by the white men. The place where this slaughter took place is now called The Last Run. 6. gr A J f3s4'3+.5:':I-whiff te, s , i,,'a:u f .3439 610 ., A Iflwr Stnrg Fkiin lloLMi-is. '10. I N the summer of 1908, three of us fellows started on our initial T225 hunting trip to Trinity Summits, a mountain range forming part of the boundary between Humboldt and Trinity Counties, and lying about sixteen miles -from Hoopa. Good luck accompamed us from the start, and before the end of the trip each of us killed his two deer, the limit set by law, and I had the good fortune to kill a bear. This is how it happened. XfVe had been three days without meat, when one evening I decided, in order to save the camp's reputation, to try to procure game. Our camp was pitched on the bank of a stream that had its headwaters several miles beyond, and above this stream I decided to hunt. PAGE FIFTEEN 'J' - -4 ,.-'l'i?.' ' it- ffif- vi ' ' 1 ,Hausa - nl':'S.'..--114.--f '7?'l' - - .,.. a,. , H, g ,M ye I ,., IF s A I P P 11 n i at