Anson Academy - Anchor Yearbook (North Anson, ME)

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14 THE ANCHOR terror and anguish. The noise grew louder and louder and ended in a blood curdling scream. I was seared, yes actually scared. I couIdn't even look below but I could see grand- father. He had dropped his cane and stopped, staring with his mouth open straight under the tree. It was then I nerved myself to look and saw the specter. Slowly advancing toward grandfather was a white iigure, with little black horns sticking up from its head, and chanting a weird song. Before it reached him grandfather had started to run, he- knew not where, only to get out of the sight of those dreadful green eyes of the specter. In a few moments he had overtaken grandfather and knocked off his hat. The ghost then slowed up but grand- father ran on. I never saw him run so fast before or since. I could not keep my eyes on -both of them. The last I saw of the ghost was a great shaking over his body. If I hadn't been so scared I would have called it laughing, but I didn't look at it long for I turned again to grand- father. He had turned down the road to the -pier. In a few moments he was right on it and then he jumped without ever looking back. Now I knew very well that grandfather couldn't swim so I jumped too, and ran for the pier. The ghost was for- gotten in my haste. Just ahead of me I spied Tad running. As ho could run faster than I he reached the pier first. Grandfather. had come into sight for the second time and was sinking again. Tad and I both dived at once. In a few moments we had him on the ground and were pumping air into his lungs. In a short time he opened his eyes and they rested on two black horns that were on the top of Tad's head. He smiled faintly and began to doze again. I recog- nized the horns as a part of an Indi- an's head-dress that Tad had worn that afternoon while we were play- ing Indians. A passing team helped us home and we got grandfather to bed without anyone's knowing it. Then we went on the back fence and laughed until We cried. The next morning grand- father said that he had lost his silk hat in the river and while he was try- ing to 'get it he fell in and Tad and I helped pull him out. A few- hours later he caught us in the warehouse and said, I have decided that I will get them ponies for you boys. You can go and see about them this afternoon. Here is some money to spend, and he pressed a five dol- lar hill into a hand of each and turn- ed away. We got the ponies and spent the money and I doubt if anybody ever found out the secret except grand- mother. How she laughed when we told her, with our mouths full of jam and cake. But then it was so like him, brave, generous old man that he was! E. Eva Booker, '21g Do I Like English History? 1 do not like to work. Flint I'm not ufrnirl to say: But worst of :ill mv fears, Is liiiglisli History clay. I lmte it worse than poison. I'd rejoice in its death lcnell. If :ill the liiiglisli Histories liis:ip1iezii'oil within the well. I'1n tired oi' the i'li:ni'ysg The itil-.li:ii'ils :nuke inc sick: I'd give my lint to lziy them out. XVith ai slnmvol :inil :i pick. My nights :mil days :irc troiililed, By 0i'l1s:ulL-s :ind l'aii'li:iii1eiit: XVhen I think of lmttle fields, To my feelings I give vent. Ii' dvr-:inns I'x'e fought at Crecy, Anil 1've struggled to discern The victories that have been Won.- At Burnet :intl lizinnocksburn. Where'ere I turn, from left to right. I see before me flow. ' A vision of the Lollnrds. 01' the tapestry of Bziyeaux. The awful tower of London Is with me all the time. Montgoinery's book I can not shake. I think it is a crime.

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