Amador County High School - Skip Yearbook (Sutter Creek, CA)

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,g1gfg5v'z11 -eff At fc' 1-1fQ.f':51f A' Qfxavii I - il . get ie tlf-. A ,.,g ,bffzmck ,fill if 1 aa, ll - ' it ga ,leaf KT 'Ki I 'X -'If.Tx'1P 'f' f. 5 'fr i Mg E- A ' Y' RNAHQ-,Ag ,VV, g 3- THE RANCHERIA MASSACREU D ,. , I 4 f LL my life I had wanted a trip to the country. I had ,V ' ' I if read countless books on its wonders and felt that I f would not be satisfied until I could see for myself if p if it were as real and majestic as authors and poets T' had claimed it to be. It was not until the eighteenth year of my life that this great oppor- tunity came to me. My poor, rich aunt, was grief-stricken over the loss of Bertha Cher pet Angora catj, and decided to leave the little mound which decorated the base of the front window and go to the country to try and forget her sorrow. After having decided on a favorable quiet town, Aunt Julia left her home in charge of an old Mexican caretaker, Casus. He was a very odd looking old fellow, but I had been informed that he was very reliable. His left cheek had a long smooth scar across it which from a side view gave him a very cruel appearance and caused one to shudder. The next day found us packed and ready for a long journey northward. We boarded a train and after what seemed to me to be years, I grew tired and dizzy watching the fence posts whiz by and nnally fell asleep. The next thing I knew I was being picked up from the floor by the Conductor and Aunt Julia, who were both considerably frightened and angry over my fall. Upon in- quiring about the sudden stop of the train, I learned that we had arrived at Martel Station and were now to transfer to an auto for the rest of our journey. Once in the Ford, I began to look around for large fields of flowers, beautiful streams shaded by tall evergreen trees, and farms with large two story buildings surrounded by various smaller ones. But to my bitter disappointment I could see nothing of that sort and at once noticed the poles from which wires ran in all directions. I wanted to get far away from luxurious civilization, and revel and become steeped in the spirit of the great out-of-doors. I was thoroughly disgusted with Aunt Julia and her trip to the country Qas she called itb 3 for I so wished to learn the mysteries of a kerosene lamp. About midnight I was awakened by a hard poke in the ribs and Aunt Julia informed me that someone was in the room and that she knew they were at her purse because she heard them open it. I rose up on my pillow, turned on the light, and looked in vain, but there was her suitcase just as she had left it. I looked across the white linen at her but all I could see were a few stray locks of her paper waved hair which were emerging from under her pillow. Poor Aunt Julia. The next morning she grew quite angry when I remarked that we had had our Hrst country experience, and she threatened to leave for home at once. A ITwenty th e fl