West Paris High School - Nautilus Yearbook (West Paris, ME)

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A FREE NFTSHH? The blazing white sun sank slowly irte thc fist horizon, its shimmering rays chanying to crimson and gold over the endless sands of North Africa. Another slain-pceli1.,Q on this desert magnitude was coming to an end in a blanketfng sunset of opulent red. Without warning the cold blue African ai5n: bad fallen. So beautiful and peaceful was this scene that it appeared ab most pure mockery of God to the two men in their seemingly in- finite battle for survival against these uninhaoited wastes. Thq' were the only ones left in their demolished scoul car after a sur prise attack. They were lost and dying of thirst. The only pro- tection aQainst the elements was a blasted vehicle, searing hot under the merciless sun and frigid in the cold of night. Life we nourished by two canteens of acrid water: each drop was protected by the thoughtless instinct of the life it was keepinq, Bill and Joe had always been buddies, but the hot days were long, almost unbearable, the night precious water, more precious than ing. It was down to one-fourth in be gone, Joe had been wounded and thou wreck most of the time while Bill hope of sighting a rescue party or civilization was pure insanity in the everchanging sand Bill's mind a soul-crushing conflict, churned freezing and the watcr, their almost life itself, was vanish each canteen and it would soon h he could walk, lay under the ventured out an oasis. An now and then in attempt to find . in like a writhing sea. A half canteen of water would perhaps save himself until rescue. He fought to throw it from his head, without avail . He then became suspicious of Joe for he could see that Joe was doing some deep thinking, Late that night, as the moon was rising over the dim purple horizon, Bill was awakened from a fitful sleep by a slight rustle near his head. Quickly opening his eyes he saw Joe transfigured against the cold luminous blue. He was pouring water from one canteen into another. All his thoughts and suspicions raced through his brain in a fleeting second. Fear of losing his precious water through treachery screened out his mind, and all civilization and bonds of friendship were thrown to a vengeful subconscious instinct. Snatching his gun he madly fired into his companion. As Foe fel the moonlight shone on his face, smoothly lighting his features. Their eyes mot for an instant. Joe's had a strange pathetic glem that shocked Bill to his senses with an intangible feeling of dread. Leaping out, he picked up his own canteen and suddenly collapsed onto the sand with a look of anguish fixed upon his fan: The next day a scout-car discovered two men lying dead be- side a demolished hulk, one of them had a Qun in one hand and in the other hand, a canteen, half full of water. Roscoe Perham 47'