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

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T HE ?KOTECTO?x d Only forty-eight hours ago she had seen the last rays of kother Loon as they had settled on Lost Late, raking it shlnelike purest silver. Now there was only darkness, dariness that would linger until she died, darhness that would forever ban her from the fast-moving band of her childhood. If she had been human, she ceuld have spoken, told her com- panions of her fear and utter'bew1ldernentj but'she was nothuman, she could utter no word of protest. She lifted her heed and gave e long, pleading call of utter despair. The wind sighed back to her. There was no other sound. Slim of les, swell of head and body, and oddly colored, she wfs a four-footed creature known as a horse. Ver muvzle, mene end tell were hlech. mhree of her legs had blac? stochlnas which ran to her knees but the left hind lee was all black end so was that side of her rumn. mhe rest of her body was deooled grey. Where were her coroenions? Uer nostrils dilated but shecould not catch their scents on the eentle breeze, Cautiously she too? a step and then another. Fesitatlncly, she wade her way down the last mountain trail that led to a vast, sveeoing treeless plain. mreeless except for a clumo of cottonvoods at the northern end of the valley. She knew that the valley was here for in it she had been born and had spent three of the four years of her life. Fer shaggy, tangled mane curled in the breeze as she dropped her heed to graze. As the weels passed, she srev slightly accustomed to the darkness and besan to trot from place to place, occasionally stretching to a mile-eating lose. A year passed and she now could run as she pleased, her nose and ears warning her when to halt. It had been hard for her and several tires she'had crashed to the ground with jarring force when the earth had droyped benefth her feet. Once she had slammed into one of the cottonvoods, lucflly escaping with only a badly bruised shoulder. From thet day on she liroed whenever she walhed but never again did she mdstafe a tree for open country, for her keen esrs now knew the rustle of the leaves. The black-grey raised her grey head and twitched her black ears. A faint rumble was all she heard. Her black-rimrednostrils sniffed the felling breeze. Horses, s whole herd of them! dhe could catch their scents nov and could heer them frdsklns about.