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Then, as the two men departed, the opening closed. The desert sun had set before they had reached their camp. The next morning the sky was just becoming tinted with a light orange color when the men were again on the road to the cave. They went directly to the stone image and touched the emerald eyes but, contrary to the day before, they failed to reopen the hole. When the men had left the night before, the delicate mechanism, which for centuries had been untouched, had broken when jarred by the shutting of the entrance. The two men after many unsuccessful efforts to repeat their experience re- turned to their camp with only the memory of the marvelous sight which they had beheld. The secret of the old salt mine is forever lost to mankind, but the statue sits as formerly with its emerald eyes looking into the future. Loring Barker. ESclatcri Koomcmmj J £ Y cousin who attended the University of California about ten years ago decided to go to the University of Adelaide to continue his studies under Dr. Robertson, who had accepted a post in the Australian University. He was interested in the peculiar geology of Australia, so he spent a vacation in arid, Western Australia. He spent a few days in a little village in this sparsely settled country. There was a corner-store, meeting place where all the villagers congregated evenings. One evening my cousin found when he reached the corner gathering that he was not the only stranger. The other newcomer was also a " Yankee " , a typical traveling agent who soon revealed that his name was Edward Davis. He was busily engaged in trying to entertain the rustic audience. Davis related in a loud, boastful voice of all his expe- riences in different, distant places, and he bragged of his physical strength. Then he said, " I ' ll tell you fellows, there ' s nothing requiring physical skill I can ' t do, just nothing at all. " A lean, gaunt native spoke slowly in reply. " Stranger, I think there might be many things you couldn ' t do. Now, for instance, bet you can ' t throw a stone across the Darling River. " Edward Davis immediately bet he could. The spirit and wagers ran high. My cousin knew the Darling River was only about fifty yards wide at the appointed spot. He also knew the unique geological structure of the surrounding country, so he was at the designated place the next morning in time to witness the event. When he arrived, all the villagers seemed to have met there. Davis wandered toward the group of specta- tors. The unconcerned salesman walked up and down the bank scrutiniz- ing carefully each step he traversed. When the braggart retired to the laughing crowd, he drew a stone from his pocket, took aim carefully, and hurled it across the river. " Now, boys, " Davis said, turning to look at them, " pay up! You see I ' ve been here before. I knew there weren ' t any stones hereabout so I brought my own with me! " Elizabeth Bums.
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A PsintsiSY A great desert, somewhere in Nevada, day was vanishing into night. The beautiful desert sunset was passing when two scientists curled up in their sleeping bags. During the night their fire played a silent guard. Just when the morning sun peeped over the horizon, two specks moved off over the hot, sandy waste to explore a great salt cave. The salt had been deposited in prehistoric times by the waters of old Lake Boone - ville and gradually had been covered with silt. Thousands of years later, the Indians dug a great cave in their quest for salt. This cave had been discovered the day before by t he scientists when it was too late to explore its interior. The sun had grown hotter, and the rattlesnake coiled in the sun. The heat was making lakes and oases on the distant horizons. All the night prowling animals had disappeared. The two men went into the mouth of the cave. The interior was like a great auditorium with a very high ceiling and terraces resembling Japanese rice farms on the hillsides. These terraces furnished a footing for the Indians while they were getting the salt. The cave was brilliantly lighted for in the ceiling there were open- ings to let slender beams of sunlight strike innumerable, dazzling, salt crystals. The scientists, after a careful search for old Indian relics, found themselves at the foot of a great, stone image built by the Indians many years before Columbus started on his eventful voyage. This figure was about twelve feet high and had gre at, green eyes which glowed wickedly when reflecting the dazzling salt. The statue had been skillfully made from beautifully carved rocks. The men stood in awe of this relic of the far distant past. In a few minutes, however, they began to examine it. While touching the eyes, a hole suddenly opened in the wall behind the statue. Looking within, they saw a great chamber lighted by an unseen source of light. This chamber was evidently a room where the Indians had held their games, their feasts, and performed their ceremonies. It looked like a small, football field with stone seats surrounding a small circle. While the men were gazing at the arena, a multitude of Indians came from another entrance and sat down on the stone seats. The scien- tists watched them with fascination as presently another group of Red- men with bows and arrows entered. They formed a small circle in the middle of the arena. Small animals came from another entrance and the Indians tested their skill in killing the animals. After this they engaged in games, which were followed by a feast of freshly roasted animals, which had just been killed. After the feast was over, the Indians dis- appeared. The two men would have explored the interior but, as the last of the Redmen passed through the entrance, the mysterious light disappeared.
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A Atiinlermis Osiiiic ' " JpHE Sieur de lan Mer, the French knight who is visiting Devlen Castle, resideth in the same wing as my Lord George, and thither I journeyed one day, bearing a flagon of wine. Upon reaching the chamber door, I paused to set aright my plumed cap. As I did so, I caught a wee mite of the conversation. I must admit that I tarried longer than was necessary to hearken to their words. " I shall remove the king, " said a voice. " One more false move, and I shall remove him. " " Pardieu! An thou dost so, I shall remove thine, and thy fair queen also. " snarled a voice in French. " Traitors, plotters! " I thought. Whom could I trust to tell? Lord Mackworth might be one of the conspirators. Finally my mind ' s eye lit on my sage instructor in arms who must be in his office at this moment. Thither I ran. When I reached there, breathless, excited, I told my tale, and he agreed to come with me. When we reached the door, covered with arras as it was, we could listen behind it without being discovered, and this we did. The two were carrying on much the same conversation. Finally we could restrain our- selves no longer so Sir James Lee entered the room crying in a loud voice, " How now, messieurs? What coil is this about removing the king? " " We are just having a game of chess, " said Lord George, " and thou, Falworth, where is our wine? " Mary Anne Del more. I often wonder when I look Up in the heavens high And see a cloud so fleecy white Slowly foating by. I wonder what it really is. I know it seems to me To be an ever -changing shape That ' s full of mystery. Sometimes it looks just like a ship With its snowy sails unfurlel, A ship that carries passengers Over the whole wide world. Again it looks like a castle white With towers smooth and high, A castle with turrets that seem to read) U p to the roof of the sky. At times it seems like a little, white bird Winging through the sky so blue. O cloud, I wish that I might be Floating up there with you. Gladysmae Swantner.
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