Rockland High School - Cauldron Yearbook (Rockland, ME)

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THE CAULDRON 5555::1,gL1,gL1,g11,51g:,5-Y,5nY.eo.os:.gaze:Lg-5:L1.0Lngnggg.egp-.1,gn.g-Q-gl.:-4,4-pp-A ,Q ,-. ,-,- ,-5 ,s ,- ,Q ,-.,..rv.,v. ,-. ,-..,v-T.. ,,.T.. ,-.,-. iissssvv. sv s-Fra-Yivsii FANTASY ' She walked dreamily out of her cottage. Although it was a warm, cheer- ful day, there was nothing for her to do. Her steps led down the path from her cozy cottage toward Dream Lake. Upon reaching the lake she lay down on a green mossy knoll and began to enjoy the freedom of being alone with the radiant sunshine and quiet se- renity of the lake. The birds were singing sweetly overhead, and from the fields she could hear the crickets chirping. The clear, cool water of the lake revealed the many tiny fish swimming about. The heat, freshened only now and then by a soft breeze, made her feel drowsy, and soon she was asleep. Through the mist of her dreams she again saw the lake, but it was dif- ferent now. It was alive with fish that seemed to be beckoning, beckoning, beckoning. She noticed one fish in particular, whose scales looked like spark- ling diamonds and whose beauty was extraordinary. He seemed to be plead- ing with this beautiful maiden upon the shore. He jumped out of the water again and again, pleading with his little fins. Unable to resist the call of the lake and the mysterious fish, she stepped into the cool water and walked out to the awaiting fish whom she followed down, down, down to the very bottom of the lake where she came upon a cavern. Entering the cavern, her first emotion was of mute wonder. Her mind failed to grasp the grandeur revealed in such majestic manner, until it grad- ually accustomed itself to the weird influence of this subterranean realm. There were glittering stalactites, cascades of snow-white stone, fluted columns, regions sparkling with limpid lakes, and crystal formations. Intoxicated with the beauty of this fairy realm, she was unaware that she had been alone until she saw a school of fish coming toward her. Her first thought was to run away, but upon looking at their faces she knew they were in dire need and she felt that she was the only person who could help this tiny kingdom. The King came forward and introduced his family and court. His son, the Prince, was indeed the handsome fish she had loved from the first moment. After the introductions were over, the fish all tried' to tell her of their trouble. The Prince quieted them and explained to her that originally they had lived on land as she did, until a Magician cast this spell over them and doomed them to a life in the lake. The Magician came to the lake every day to fish, just as the sun began to set. If she could only get his magic wand, and find the magic word, she 28

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THE CAULDRON gn111.2-.GLAinning-,Q-2-,g-.g:.gn.n1.4g:,i0:1 L-.gli-li:-,p4,en,::f.e1.efpm-,Qpe:,L1,5 T.. rf. rv. :Q is :Q :eT-:Te Tv.T v.T .T QT vis Ti u'-. Tvs?-I.TvT, ST ZT .T .T QT .T QT -.Tw.T -6 Well, replied Uncle Bob, I can remember alittle incident that worked out all right, as it happened. The whole community benefited by the out- come, so I'll tell you that one. Dick, happy at his success, settled down to listen to the following story that Uncle Bob told about him and his friends. On a high hill overlooking the sea, he began, stood a stately mansion. The whole town talked about this estate for several reasons. First of all, a vine-clad, high iron fence surrounded the entire grounds. Walking by on the outside one could catch casual glimpses of beautiful gardens, but none ever dared enter. Another reason why people talked was that the owner, a Mr. Pendleton, was so queer. Ever since he had lived there no one had seen him except the gang of boys I used to go with. We would hide behind the fence and peer through the vines to see what we could see. More than once we saw him walking in his gardens. We would have made ourselves known except for the fact that he seemed to dislike children. Of course, there was the legend that went with the mansion that in- terested us. Believe it or not, Dick, somewhere behind that high fence there was supposed to be hidden a great treasure. When Mr. Pendleton bought the house he had searched for the treasure, but all in vain. Nobody believed it now, but it interested us boys immensely. We formed a club and decided to find that treasure. Jim, my best friend, and I volunteered to visit the estate and find possible clues that might aid us. It was just about dusk when Jim and I were walking along, trying to find a place in the fence large enough to squeeze through. 'Let's go 'round back, Bob, ' Jim said, 'there may be a better chance out there.' It didn't take long to go around the estate and soon I exclaimed, 'Here's a place where a bar is missing. Come on, let's go in.' 'Be careful to stay on the paths,' Jim warned. 'If we trample his flow- ers someone will surely get wise.' I took his advice and we proceeded. There were many summer houses in the garden, but one interested us especially because it was so beautiful. It was built of stones of every color of the rainbow. We were careful to keep out of sight and continued our search until darkness overtook us. We did not try to enter the house because that would be useless. Mr. Pendleton had a maid, and she would surely have caught us. We marked in our minds things that seemed important and decided to listen again to the story of the legend. This was it briefly. 30