Analy High School - Azalea Yearbook (Sebastopol, CA)

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Could she do it? It would require courage; but were not her people noted for their bravery? She was fully determined to carry out this plan. When the sun began to sink in the west the warriors led her to the canoes, which had been fastened together. Placed in the front of the first canoe, she guided them silently down the river toward her home. The Indians, unacquainted with the river, did not know when they passed the Ouisby upon the banks of which her home was situated. Malabeam, alone, knew that she had now left behind all that was dear to her. Bidding a slight farewell to her loved ones, and putting from her mind all thoughts of the happiness which was to have been hers on this very day, she turned to meet her death bravely. “Hark! What is that?” cried a brave, as a distant rumble and roar met his ears. “Ah ! that is only the sound of the waters of a stream which joins the Owengondee farther down,” was the girl ' s reply. Little guessing what lay before them, the Indians floated quietly down the river. The rumble and roar grew louder and louder, the water became rougher and rougher, and faster moved the canoes. Finally the canoes lurched, whirled around several times, and, as the Indian maid silently lifted her eyes toward the Great Spirit, they whirled again and dashed swiftly over the falls into the black waters below. A sad fate for one so brave, but she had saved her people. This happened years ago, but even now a water carnival is often held in Grand Falls. And at each of these celebrations a group of canoes, led by one containing an effigy of a young Indian maid, is sent dash¬ ing over the falls.

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ped by unnoticed, and still she did not go to the place where her lather lay. Suddenly, she heard a sound as of someone moving through the bushes behind her. Jumping lightly up she peered about, but seeing no one in the darkness, she noiselessly made her way to her father. But she was too late for, before she could reach his side, a dark figure sprang through the darkness, bent over her father and then disappeared. Springing cjuickly to his side she found a dagger through his heart. In vain she sought some sign of life in Nacotes. It had all happened in an instant, and before she cotild rise to escape she was caught and bound tightly. Whom her captors could be, she had not the slightest idea, as her father had no enemies within a great distance. Without a word she was led away through the brush to the river bank. Here several canoes awaited them, and soon they were mak¬ ing their way up the river. Finally the canoes stopped and then a march through a forest commenced. Just as a faint glimmer of light began to show through the trees they reached an Indian encamp¬ ment. She was turned over to an old scjuaw who gave her breakfast. I he Indian men gathered in a group and seemed to be holding a council of war. At first she could make nothing out of what thev were saying, but suddenly she caught a few words in her own lan¬ guage. Though apparently unconscious of the council, she was anx¬ iously listening to every word. Finally she managed to catch enough of the conversation to know that they were planning an attack on her people. Though thoroughly frightened, she knew she must not let anyone know that she had understood any of the plans. After a short time, the one who had spoken in her language ap¬ proached, and said to her, “Before the sun goes down tonight your bark-canoe must guide us to your father’s village. If you do this, your life will be spared and you will marry one of our Mohawk braves; if you do not obey, death will be your lot!” Hearing his words, the Indian girl trembled, for she now knew that these were the Mohawks, her father’s deadliest enemies. But thinking that she must save her people in some way, if it were at all possible, she replied: “I will do as you ask Bind your canoes together and I will guide you to my home. But as you have slain mv father never will I be your slave!” Satisfied with her answer the Indians returned to the council, and she was left alone. Her thoughts were busy trying to plan some means of escape. Then the thought of loved ones in her home vil¬ lage recalled to her their danger. Save them, she must, even at the peril of her own life. Suddenly an idea fla hed through her mind. 16

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The Result of an Over-Worked Brain By LUCILE WILLIAMSON Third Prize D RIP, drop, drip drop. The rain poured down and played on the window sill a monotonous song to Virginia. It was the time of the day when it is too dark to read, but too light for a lamp. Virginia sat beside the window gazing out into the gathering dark¬ ness despondently. She was searching for inspiration and found none. The cause of her meditation was this: the next day she was to make up and give to her English teacher a poem, an original poem. Virginia was not poetic, neither was she original; this she knew, and how she was ever going to get a poem was more than she could tell. During the past two weeks she had read poems of all sorts and kinds, and had absorbed yards of Tennyson until she leally would not be have been surprised to see the “Lily, Maid of Astolat, or the “Great Sir Lancelot ' or even “King Arthur him¬ self walk right into her room at any time. Virginia lay back, ex¬ hausted in the comfortable arm chair. The drip, drop on the win¬ dow was soothing, and before she knew it, she had fallen asleep and dreamed a dream. This is her dream : She stood in the midst of a brilliantly lighted hall, a knight un¬ tried in battle, a knight without a name. The hall was full of courtly people. She stood near other knights, who all had honorable titles. For in this strange kingdom no knight was named until he had proven his valor. No one noticed the nameless knight. All eyes were directed toward the center of the room, toward an elevated platform of marble on which stood a golden throne. Yet the crowd was looking not at the throne, but at the beautiful cpieen sitting there. She was small and lovely beyond description. On her fair, golden hair rested a tiny silver crown, the single emblem of au¬ thority that she wore. Trembling, the nameless knight awaited his turn to speak. Then, dizzily, he felt himself walking toward the Queen and kneeling at her feet. He heard her speak, “What boon seekest thou, fair knight? He was aroused by her words to the real object of his coming to her palace. 18