Lovell High School - Wyovell Yearbook (Lovell, WY)

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V Q uuluuu inInmuInnnununnnnnnnnnnnm 1umlInuInnuIunnnunIInmnnnn1unuanInnInunuIuIIInuunmnnnmumnn ninnuInunnuunnuulnu umm n mmurnI1n11Inu1unnllmunmumluuy Q 1:nununnuummmul Inlulunlnnnmnnulmmm mluumuumumIummIanunInulnunlnnnmun THE 1927 WYOVELL A FIGHT ON A NORTHLAND MAIL T-RAIL Under the frozen bank of the river, between the Big Bend and Little Bend, a thin grayish beast walked weakly to and fro. Seeing him, one would have said that he was starving. He was. His hunting for seven days had been in vain. No wonder, then, that he was desperate enough this morning to do what he did. i On this, the seventh day of famine, the monthly mail sled, returning into the North, was nearing the two Bends, The driver, an aged but kindly man, was brooding over the cruelty of the winter. He loved the animals of this country where he had spent his life, and so it caused him great pain to see and hear of their suffering. There was, too, a faint sign of uneasiness about his manner as he plodded along, try- ing to be merry with his team. Perhaps it was caused by an instinctive feeling of trouble, or more likely by the wild tales that he had heard in the settlements: tales of great grayish beasts attacking travelers. Little did he dream that there was one waiting for him along that lonely trail. Now as he drew near to the place that in a few short minutes, was to be the site of a fierce ,battlet a battle between a man with six husky dogs and a lonely, half-starved wolf, he was wondering why nature, at times, was so cruel. As the driver drew up to the frozen bank where he intended to rest for a while, he was unaware of a grayish form creeping into a clump of tall reeds. Not until he had freed his dogs and built a fire was he aware of any danger. He wheeled toward the place where he had heard the reeds crack-to see a long form shooting toward him. ln that instant he heard a faint cry of warning. The man did not move. No need to. His dogs were before him, ready to protect him with their lives. The wolf landed amid the huskies and began weakly slashing to right and left. In a minute three dogs were dead, and the snow for yards around, was stained with blood. The man, pitying the poor starved wolf, but fearing the outcome, now reached for his rifle. The starved but wise one, sprang for the driver. Having been shot many times, he well knew the deadliness of a gun. So it was, that before he with the rifle could take off his mitten to press the trigger, the gray beast was upon him. The rifle was flung many feet away, and the man, wolf, and dogs engaged in a battle for life. It happened that one of the dogs fastened his sharp teeth into a front leg of the attacker, causing him- to turn his head to that quarter. The man took advantage of his position. Springing upon the back of the wolf, he circled his strong arm around that shaggy throat. They went down into the snow together, the man still keeping his death hold. For a second, or perhaps two, the ragged and bleeding animal struggled. Then hope and life left his body together. The kind old man buried the body of his attacker under the frozen bank be- tween the Big Bend and Little Bend, and continued his way into the North, still sorrowing for his friends-the wild animals. H. JOHNSON uuuzrnn Q :I s! 53 Ill I I ll Illllll Illlllllllllll lllllll llll I ll lllll Ill llll Ill llll I- ' Q .alll ...L .JL,.:..1.1'.-I...,L.1 2'l1.:i::l.IQ

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mu nuunuul: mu nlunlnuu ulnununlnu mllllln nlnullllllllmlllllulllllll Illllll ull ulml llllllll llllllllllll Illllll llllmllm mlllllll llll llllllllll Illl mlulnln lllllu ll ulluulmlumlllll ul :mln nunmnllln THE 1927 WYOVELL helpers who have quickly gathered, you gasp, in tones of frightened dismay, Oh, my! I was never so frightened in all my life! just as I was dusting the top of that window, a great big spider crawled over my finger! Ouchl Bewildered with their shouts of glee you once more try that window-not, however, until after you have assured yourself that the spider has been removed by the dozen and one sweeps of the broom over that particular spot. You next begin on the floor. After all the muss you have created, you deem it wisest to wash it. A few careful preparations are followed by your getting down on your hands and knees to begin. By the time you get the third piece well soaked, you are almost praying for an excuse to get off your knees. Just then you hear, Oh, mother come here quick! Hurry! You scramble to your feet, forgetting your knees, and scurry out to see what has gone wrong. To your dismay, you find the sky heavily clouded and a few drops of rain already falling. Everything is dragged back into' the house, put out of the way as well as possible, books strung all over, rugs and cushions piled around. Nothing is in order, and you begin to feel as if it never will be again. At this unhappy moment, you suddenly realize that six hungry people are going to be demanding dinner in no less than fifteen minutes. You find the kitchen in as upset condition as the other rooms, but still you feel the urgent need of using it. You find plenty of bread in the cupboard-thank goodness. The daily supply of milk has been delivered, and there is a fairly good-sized piece of meat left over from Sunday dinner. The dishes are finally found, and you now feel prepared to meet the demands--if your husband doesn't forget the pound of butter, the lettuce, dress- ing, can of fruit, etc. Here he comes now!-empty handed! Isn't that just like him? Another pretense of a meal and you are once more at your work. After four hours of hard work, you find that at last things are looking orderly and clean. Almost exhausted, you sit down to reSt. There are still the bedrooms-you will do them tomorrow. The kitchen can be done Wednesday. Thursday will be a good time to go thru the attic, sorting out piled-up magazines, old clothes which have ac- cumulated, as well as rags and the junk which must be pfoperly disposed of. Probably you will be able to finish by Friday since the basement remains only. You begin to feel that it isn't quite such a hopeless job after all, when you hear your name. Your husband, surrounded by the six happy helpers, is anxiously await- ing your arrival. Everyone at once tells you to Just look! which you do. The sun has penetrated the clouds at last. There in the east is axbeautiful rainbow. As you mingle your exclamations with the others, you see in that rainbow, the vision of your house as it will look when you finish. With a feeling of perfect contentment, you remember- Spring is here. G. B.. 5 mmlulm ' T 52 V Q unlmnnl mnnnlm nunlummmllumv luullmluuu mulmu unIInIuIlnnnuInmlnnmmullnlnu mm: lu un ul I muunummu um unnunnmu unuinlunumlululllul mmnn V Q Q Q A L iiii l

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