University High School - Cub Yearbook (Oakland, CA)

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On the way back to the Ere, Fay was strangely silent. As soon as we had built up the fire, however, he commenced to speak. Kennon, he said, it's mighty silly, but I should have told you before. There is an old Indian legend about this valley. They say that a spirit horse- man had staked off the place. The Indians give it a wide berth. According to the legend, this horseman carried off all trespassers with a speed that made them feel as if they were burning up. At the end of two days he dropped them, rav- ing mad. Twenty-four hours after, they died. Also, any horses that saw this charger of the devil, died with the symptoms you have just witnessed. The Spaniards call this valley El jornado, in full, El jornado del Muerto, and gave it a wide berth. Pringle believed the stuff. Fay laughed, but it was a hollow laugh, a Frankenstein laugh, and it aroused no mirth in me. XfVe sat there until dawn. Then we struck north. At the end of each day, we ran into a mining camp. Wfith two incredulous miners and an Indian guide, we returned. Wfe reached camp on the second day. There in the ashes of the fire, lay Pringle. One of the miners turned him over. I can never describe the look that was on his face! The Indian sprang to his saddle and sped away across the sands, recognizing in Pringle a victim of the horseman. I-Ie had made it! El jornado del Muerto, the journey of the Dead Man! LEROY MCINTYRE, December '18 Forty Miles in One Jump CERTAIN man and his wife, who were making a trip to I-Iudson Bay, learned many amusing Indian legends from their Indian guide. One night, around a small camp-fire, the Indian guide solved two problems which have no doubt puzzled many a white, by telling a legend of his tribe, as follows: My father tellnm me this, him father tellum IIIIII. Once Great Manitou makum all animal same size as Injun. Deer him leg short so him no can run fast, and Injun catchum and killum. Pretty soon Great Manitou look down-no deer. So him takum deer and smooth down him hind legs and makum longer than his front legs. Then deer run very fast and Injun no can catchum. Great Manitou mak him too big animal, big as Injun. I-Iim jump forty miles one jump and suck Injun blood one suck. Pretty soon Great Manitou look down-no Injun. So he takum animal and smooth him down with him hand, and smooth him down, and smooth him down. Bimeby him very small. You know what you callum? You callum Heal HENRY SNYDER, December '18

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E1 jornado Del Muerto HREF, of us, Pringle, Fay, and myself, started for the west. Pringle, a native of what is now New Mexico, gave us some valuable hints. Accord- ing to him, our shortest path lay through a narrow valley, half desert, but with a few shallow lakes here and there. As we approached this valley, Pringle became more and more morose, starting at every unaccustomed sound. At camp that night, he wasn't himself, but would not enlighten us. Suddenly Fay laughed out loud, I know what's eating you, he said, It's that Indian legend. I pressed Fay for it, but he only laughed and said he' would explain when he wasn't so tired. Then he turned in. I was following him, when Pringle sprang up with a short cry. His face was fairly ashen, his eyes glared and his breath came in gasps. Now I knew Pringle, and he wasn't a man to quail at danger. I-Ie stood for a while listening, and then turned for his blankets. I guess I'll hit the hay again, he remarked apologetically. As I rolled myself up he added, By the way, Kennon, you didn't hear any- thing tonight, did you?', I shook my head. XN'ell, that's good. I guess I was mistaken. I was tired, and after pondering the matter over for a while, I dropped asleep, secure in the thought that nothing could harm us here. I don't know how long I'd slept, or what woke me up. I Came to with a start and heard the saddest sound there is, the sound of a man sobbing. I sat up and looked around. The moon was setting and the tire was low. I threw a branch on and turned to Pringle. I-Ie was lying on his face, his frame convulsed with sobs. As I turned to him, I heard a rushing of air, and yet didnit feel it. The tire crackled and cddied under the strange draft, and yet no sand was stirring! Pringle sprang to his feet, and, with a cry, shook the blankets from him, and disappeared into the dark. The next moment I heard the loud whistle of a horse, the whirlwind of galloping hoofs, and then, as if from a distance. came Pringle's voice, rapidly growing fainter. This tier-y sp-ee-ewdl l'm hur-n-ing! Oh !-oh! This fiery sp-e-e-d I I7ay!i' I yelled, For God's sake, Fay, wake up! Faylu He staggered out in time to hear Pringle's dying words and the mad gallop of hoofs. I seized my rifle and, lighting a branch of mesquite in the tire, ran to the spot where Pringle had disappeared. Pay grabbed his gun and followed me. There in the sand were the footprints of a huge horse. I stood staring dumbly at them, but Fay grabbed a canteen and started for the horses. I turned to follow him, and a shout soon brought me to the first horse, writhing as if in pain, foaming at the mouth, and his eyes glaring. As Fay dropped to the ground to examine him, the horse expired with a linal convulsion. Wle ran to the others. They were already dead.