Eureka High School - Sequoia Yearbook (Eureka, CA)

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found, and in memory of the lovers. so tragically separated and reunited. the pinnacle of rock which arises on one side of Yosemite lloint was named llum-mo or the l,ost Arrow. ? F? xxx ' o ' ,V j 1, If ,I , ,-. I, .ff lIll 1' -' ' X 7' ,digg--I f- v If .M A ', ' ff,,fQ t if i f + 4 1 i ,1 5 F WT' K? 'S' ' - -4' 1 Ls-I 1 .f--2- - R-, il - A, An Ahnrnturr nn Minn 'Qlihgv I know not if beyond tl1e pale This story journeys free: 1 only know l tell the tale The same as it was told to mef' -Win. Maiden. N, the east, the sun spread a rosy glow over the rosy crests of the 31 Sierra Nevadas, while across the floor of the broad San Joaquin . Yalley, which lay like the vast park of some feudal lord, ran a Q herd of three thousand sheep. The air, at first sweet with the smell of pink apple blossoms and pearly, white pear blossoms, was now being filled with clouds of white dust. Above the sound Z-N of tinkling bells the loud baaing' of the sheep and the barking ot the collie clogs, rose the voice of Donald Campbell, the owner. I ley, there, Joe, you lazy rascal! Un ahead and get the bunches separated. Tell Manuel l'm not paying' him to look at the scenery. A rough and rugged Mexican walked grumblingly to the front. The hurry of the start over, there was now no need of haste. the object of the trip being to PAGE 'l'Wl-INTY-N I Nl: 7

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Uhr linen Arrnui Elma Broderick. fg HE visitors to Yosemite Valley invariably have pointed out to them a curious pinnacle of rock rising from the side of the cliff almost QLSMJZ- to the summit of 'Yosemite Point. On one side of this point is Q the wild gorge down which tumbles the Yosemite Creek in that E H glorious waterfall that gives the valley its principal name. On the other is the lndian Canyon. a rugged, brush-choked ravine T3 that furnishes a difficult ascent from the valley to the top of the cliff. It was through this canyon that the Indians came out of and went into the valley to and from the highland above. This pinnacle of rock is called the Lost Arrowf' and to it the Indians have attached a romantic legend. Old Chief Paul was the last surviving member of his tribe, and he has often told the tale to interested groups. In the gentle glow of the twilight he began: Many, many moons ago, there lived in the beautiful valley of Ahwahnee Chief Neahjah.. His lodge was placed just where the river Hows gently througn the meadow, and where the big yellow night flowers blossomed in the time of the big waters. Here dwelt also his daughter, the beautiful Princess Teeheenay, whom the brave young Kossukah wooed and won. Many rich presents were brought and soon the day was set for the marriage ceremony. H011 the eve of the great day, as is the custom of our tribe, Kossukah went forth to kill game for the feast. He went up the rugged ravine of Lehamitee, and out into the high ground above, promising that when he had killed enough for the feast he would come to the edge of the cliff and shoot an arrow into the valley below in order that Teeheenay might know and rejoice. The long day passed and evening shadows were beginning to darken the valley below and still no sign came from the absent hunter. At the door of the lodge sat Teeheenay, waiting anxiously and then in mute fear for the return of her lover. As night came on, she stole forth from the lodge to the foot of the canyon down which Kossukah should come. Through the long night she waited, and with the first light of day made her way swiftly up the trail to the cliff above. Here her eager eyes discovered foot-prints leading to the edge of the precipice. Looking over, she saw, far below, on a ledge of rocks, the mangled body of Kossukah. By means of a signal Hre she summoned assistance from the valley below. The body was brought up by means of ropes, and when at last it lay at her feet, Teeheenay threw herself across the dead form and burst into a wild passion of grief. XVhen at last she grew quiet, the watchers around discovered that her spirit had fled to join that of her lover. The arrow which Kossukah should have shot into the valley was never more Tvvnurmmur

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allow the sheep to travel slowly to Pine Ridge, where lay their summer pasture. The more they eat along the way the better. murmured the Scotchman to himself. I guess I might as well go to the front now. R So saying, he drove on ahead in his buggy, passing through the different bands, where the sheep were browsing on the rich fllaree which bordered the road, giving directions here and there. Then, as he took the lead, his keen blue eyes pierced with delight the sight before him. VVithout noticing the mountains, piled in majestic grandeur on the east, of the dark green foothills, his gaze wandered over the straight road before him. Imagine. if you can, the scene upon which his eyes rested. On one side of the level valley was a poppy land, a living sheet of orange Hame, extending for miles, to disappear in the hazy morning mists, as though a cloth of gold had been dropped upon the waving grasses from some fairy kingdom of old. Through this Uland of fire, in graceful curves and bends, the Kings River Howed, like a shimmering ribbon, dancing and rippling on its way to the sea. There were fields of dainty cream cups mingled with the pale blue nemophilas, or baby-blue-eyes, and stretching almost to the foothills were acres of white collinsias, crimson larkspurs, and waxy Bethlehem Stars, filling the air with a delicious pungent odor. Over such a beautiful country the sheep wandered. Gradually the whole caravan reached the foothills and began creeping, like some enormous serpent. over the winding paths among the shady oaks. At last Pine Ridge was gained. Under the tall, stately pines they halted on the brown needle carpet. I can keep one bunch here myself, boys, announced the sheepman, umping out of the buggy with alacrity. I want you to take the herds higher up. Juan and Manuel can come back to me in the morning. But, Senor. remarked juan, it's lonely here. Yer' lonely. Rough, too, Senor. Yer' rough-, added Manuel, who held strictly to the belief that In union there is strength. l Come, come, now. my men, interrupted Campbell. I'm big enough to take care of myself. Hurry up. if you want to get everything settled before dark. The herders moved on. a little reluctantly, with their different bands. They left the busy sheepman with a gentle flock of about five hundred, which he drove into a verdant meadow, set in the midst of softly sighing pine and Hr trees. Here the sheep began munching contentedly. With brisk steps the energetic Scotch- man, after ordering the collie to guard the Hock, proceeded to the clearing, where stood a small, neat cabin. Cheerfully he prepared his evening meal, and then sat down to rest and smoke his pipe. E Gently the shades of night fell and twilight wrapped all in a dusky blanket. Stillness reigned. save for the constant tinkle of the sheep's bells or Shep's occas- ional bark. The moon hid her face behind a feathery cloud, and myriads of stars spangled the blue heavens. An owl hooted in the forest. Again all was still. And then. short and sharp, came Shep's loud bark, as though saying, 'fCome, quick! Help me ! PAGE THIRTY