Madera Union High School - Blue and White Yearbook (Madera, CA)

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PURPLE AND WHITE. 15 A BBAR HUNT IN THB SIBRRAS. . BY KENNETH HUGHES. ST summer I received an invitation from my unele, superintendent of the him to a mine on the summit of the Sierras. — Mining Company, to go with T accepted the invitation with pleasure, for two reasons. First, because our route lay through one of the most beautiful portions of the Sierras, the Kings River Canyon, and then there was a fine prospect for hunting big game. We went to Millwood by stage, and from there we accompanied the pack train to the mine. Besides my uncle and myself, there were with us a mining expert, and an ex- captain of the Volunteers in our late un- pleasantness with Spain. On the evening we reached camp we went The next morning the captain and I took our 30-30 Winchesters and walked across the meadow to the mountain on the western This for a short hunt, but without success. side. was a steep hillside, covered with snow brush, quaking asp and large The captain crept along the foot of the hillside, while I climbed granite boulders. about seventy yards up the hill, and there walked or sneaked along parallel to its base. After going about a quarter of a mile I came to a large, round rock, on which I climbed to take a view of the beautiful scenery which surrounded me, and inci- dentally to get my breath. T stood there admiring the beautiful scene which Jay before me. A small stream ran tumbling at the foot of the great rock upon which IL stood. The hillside nearly to the bottom was bare except for some low brush. { looked for the captain and saw him coim- ing along, skirting the timber and stepping cautiously and silently. I gazed around again, and to my great surprise I saw, eoing just as cautiously and silently as the He and the ‘aptain were walking toward each other, captain, a large brown bear. in fact, about one hundred yards apart. Each was ignorant of the presence of the other. The captain was probably dreaming of the battles in which he did not partici- pate (he did not get any further than Fort B.. S. F.), and Bruin of manzanita berries and clover roots. I thought to myself that

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14 PURPLE AND WHITE. sold to the representatives of an Eastern company for a modest fortune. Joe’s first and last thought was to return to his little New Hampshire home, spend the rest of his days in peace and and comfort. The trip eastward was uneventful, and they were soon weleomed home by their old friends. The sad news of the death of the brave young wife cast a gloom over the whole village; but Annie’s coming gelad- dened the hearts of all. Joe re-bought the cottage of which his wife had been so fond, and by various im- beautiful provements converted it into a and comfortable home. There father and daughter lived for many happy, peaceful years. Joe never remarried. His greatest joy was to-work out in the garden, among the flowers his wife had planted and cared for, and to train the vines her loving hands had caressed. “Tittle Nugget ” ple now called her—grew day by day more as all the village peo- beautiful, constantly reminding her father of the wife he had lost, and filline their little house with that peculiar light and true And truly this is worth more than all the gold that radiance, which only shines from a heart and a sweet disposition. the mines of the world could yield. . DEBATING SOCIETY. BY ARTHUR DEBATING society is an educational department in a High BELCHER. essential School. advantages and privileges are distributed In this organization unexcelled equally among all; such as cannot be ob- tained in any other part of High School work, A parliamentary education is inestimable to a person in the political world as well With sition of this knowledge comes also a as the social spheres. the acqui- gradual release from that embarrassment which is characteristic of an inexperienced debater. Another disadvantage which a debating society tends to remove is the lack of ex- pression which has been hampered by a small vocabulary, as well as slowness and poverty of thought. The power of expressing your thoughts and the ability of thinking on your feet are priceless aids to a man in his career and a permanent foundation for a successful life. What lawyers are successful? Those who talk? No. Those the greatness of their eloquence and the sub- the attention of the jury and sway their minds do not who by limity of their thoughts command like a mighty wind sways the tall and nimble pine. They are the kind that make the practice of law a success. And how do they obtain such a lofty position? By gift ? No. and by the labors and profits of past expe- By perseverance in the art of debate, rience. There is no royal road to success. Be taught how to speak and think, using all the opportunities offered by the societies of your school. Any school which has nota debatin e soci- ety is not up to the modern rank, and the students of the school do not enjoy the privi- Garfield ‘“Our society resembles the ocean, leges that they ought to enjoy. said: where every drop, even the lowest, is free to mingle with all others, and may shine ut Let us seek to develop ourselves throuch the last on the crest of the hiehest wave.” privileges offered by a debating society, so that we may be the drop that shines ou the highest wave of our society. ° Miss Lingerlong —I shall never marry! Maud Brisk—Oh! Cheer up, dear! You should remember that Naomi, the daughter of Enoch, was 580 years old when she married! —Puck. —-? A servant-girl living in Gloucester, Had a mistress who actually bossed her! And the people were few, Oh, very! who knew, Or could know what pangs all this cost her, —Exchange. a Mrs. done! Weary Willy—T’anks, Mum! tramps I'll send ’em round! Farmer I have several odd jobs I want If I see any odd —Exchange.

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PURPLE AND WHITE. there would be something doing—pardon the slang—pretty quick. But fearing the consequences of a face to face meeting of an unsuspecting man, though well armed, and a big cinnamon bear, I threw my Winchester to my shoulder, took quick aim andfired. The bear whirled around, growling and biting himself. Then with a horrible snarl came straight for me. I fired again but being by this time thoroughly excited, I missed him, the bullet striking the ground in front of him and throwing dust and sticks in his face. Rather astonished, he turned and made off in the other direction. As the bear went out of sight, I saw the captain coming towards me and shouting, “What are you shooting at?” him the circumstances. I ran down to meet him, and told As we were only out for a short hunt, and expected to get back to camp in time to get a fairly early start (my uncle would be packing up the mules) the captain agreed to stay where we were, and not lose the trail, which was plainly shown by the streaks of blood on the rocks and logs, while I should go back to camp and tell my uncle that we had wounded a bear and wannted to follow him. Besides this. his help would be very acceptable, as he was an old hunter. When my uncle and I had reached the spot, where I had left the captain, he was nowhere to be seen. We found the bear's trail and concluded that the captain had undertaken to follow him. We took up the trail and tracked the bear with some diffj- culty for about a mile and a half, when we lost it in a little meadow, where no sign of his passage had been left by him. We stood around disconsolately, looking All at “Here he comes!” I looked the hill and sure enough there was the bear at the ground on the mountain side. once my uncle cried and immediately fired. up limping toward us. We both opened upon him, and the mountains rang with the fusil- lade. My uncle was shooting a “Sayage” sart- ridges, while my Winchester held nine, so We both rifle, whose magazine only held six he ran out of ammunition first. had hit him a time or two, but he was still half crawling, half rolling towards us, when a shot from my rifle- penetrated his shoulder, going through his heart. We both ran up to him and were watch- ing his death struggles, keeping a safe dis- tance from his threshing paws, when the captain came up again too late, and I for the second time told him «Some more bear story.” If any one doubts this account, which seems rather like those one reads in the monthly magazines, if he will come to my home my mother will proudly take him into the parlor and there show him a large brown bear-skin rug, with head and claws. —? THE PICNIc. BY HERBERT SHADLE. ZAS ita success? Well, [should say so! The ride to the grounds, the feed. Tae VOL the fun playing ball with the girls, the boating, in fact every feature made the day a perfect one. We had been on the grounds only a short time when Mr. Howell invited several girls to take a boat ride. My, how he tugged and pulled. When the ride was over he thought that he had earned his bread by the sweat of his brow. At noon we sat down to a delicious feast. consisting of chicken, Belgian hare, sand- wiches and lots of other toothsome delica- cies, in a delightfully cool spot near the water. Some of the girls must have had funny bones up their sleeves, for they kept their side of the table in a continuous uproar. Every one seemed bent on putting away in his rig enough goodies to last on the way home. Some enterprising person did not get enough, so he went around appropriat- ing everything in sight—and lots that was not. After dinner our worthy teachers felt a little drowsy and tried to entertain. us by talking in their sleep. From the midst of a beautiful vision Mr. Howell was sent into a frightful nightmare and thought that he was drowning, but awoke only to find a chunk of ice melting on his spine, and to