Arcata High School - Advance Yearbook (Arcata, CA)

 - Class of 1922

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Every favor of life was shown him. But the men of the Swift Feet conquer- ed, the child chief was captured, and was to be burned at the stake. When it was time for the boy's death, an old wom- an came to the camp and pleaded for a hearing from the victorious chief, Black Eagle. Black -Eagle was eager for the oncoming feast which was to celebrate the victory, so he waited impatiently for the old woman to speak. "She told him that the Red Horse was displeased and did not wish that Firebrand should die. She stated fur- ther that Red Horse desired that the young chief should be given his freedom, and promised that in return the Swfit Feet should become rich and powerful. . "As Black Eagle listened his heart was angered within him. Who was the Red Horse, that he should so command him, chief of the Swift Feet? He ordered his men to take the woman to her abode and strode angrily towards the fire. "The squaw paused before leaving him. Lifting a scrawny arm towards the west, she pointed with a bony finger to the mounting clouds. 'Lookl Red Horse is angered. Now will come pover- ty and destruction to your tribe. Soon shall it lose all its power, and its fair do- mains shall wither. Thus decrees the Red Horse. ' "In the West the Red Horse, never before seen by the Swift Feet, thunder- ed swiftly across the grey clouds. His mane streamed out like fiery banners, his long tail was like a flame, and his massive shoulders were clearly outlined against the pale blue of the evening sky. Slowly the color faded, and where he had been was only a gray cloud, but the thundering of his feet could still be heard. The sun set, and darkness came, but an unrest was over the camp, and they did not go to sleep as usual. "In the night the hoof-beats were often heard, and sparks driven from his feet illuminated the sky. All night long he marshalled his forces. Often they rose to look for him, but he was never visible. 28 "In the middle of the night there was a low rumbling, sounding like a herd of not far-off horses running at full speed. The earth trembled, and all the country shook. Slowly the noise died, and again all was calm. "The next morning no river ran by the camp. The Red Horse had hidden the stream. But the rain came down like the waterfalls of small streams which cross a broad rock and fall in showers to the ground delow. Soon they were forced to leave the plains and retreat to the sides of the hills, for the plain was turned to, a broad lake. The green grass was cov- ered, and the buffalo and deer were driv- en to the mountain feeding grounds. "At length the water disappeared, and the green things sprang up. The tribe returned to the plains, and was happy. But soon fear came for there was no more rain, and day after day the green withered and died, and turned to a dull brown. The animals fled. Only we remained. Every day the sun grew hotter, and often at sunset was seen the Red Horse. Soon we were praying to the Red Horse for rain. The children were sickened by the heat, and fell as the leaves in autumn. All became feeble and wasted. "Soon the once beautiful plains were turned to a place of torture, the sands brought by the flood blazed in the heat, no person could cross the desert and liveg summer and winter the sun shone, and year by year our tribe dwindled. 4'It was ordained that Black Eagle should die. The scorching sun of the Red Horse did its work. It took life, bit by bit, from Black Eagle, as the fire had done from Firebrand. At the chief 's death there was great mourning. The Swift Feet would have left the plains,but their feet were no longer swift as of old, and they could not cross the mountains with the women and children. L'Their new chief sought to make peace with the Red Horse. Soon it made itsappearance in the evening less fre- quently and often were the hopes of the

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ways lived in the Alhambra and at the age of seventeen had fallenin love with a dashing young Spaniard, but, because of his poverty, her parents did not approve of the match and the lover, heart-broken had flung himself off a neighboring cliff, and it was rumored that he perished on the rocks below. The second nightl determined to speak to the ghost and find out what it was, but I was spared the task, for as I sat in the court of Lions, he noiselessly appeared, robed in white. I was filled with horror. Suddenly the robe fell from the spectre and to my amazement Ibeheld a handsome young man with flashing brown eyes. "Listen, " he said pressing a revolver against my ribs. "Do as I say. Open yonder door and you will find sme worn- an's clothes. Put them on and pretend that you are the daughter of the house while we slip away." As he finished speaking, .Iacinta came out wreathed in smiles. I said before that she was beautifulg now she was exquisite. She was clad in man's apparrel, and as I withdrew the two started towards their horses. As I left the room the parents, who had found out about the elopement ,came to meet me. Iquieted them and told them how happy J acinta was and that Wealth was'nt everthing. So effective were my words that they begged their daughter's forgiveness and welcomed the bridal pair home. I greeted them on their return and asked the man how he had escaped the fall from the cliff. He half smiled as he said, "I did not fall from the cliff but landed on a little projection half way down." I congratulated the two heartily and then went out in the twilight to muse my lonely heart. Margaret Pen '25 Uhr Glnming nf the Bmrrt QA Eegrnhb The Indian chief, a friend of my father's, looked first at me, then at the desert at our feet, and finally at the grey clouds in the West with here and there a banner of crimson among them. At the foot of the precipice on the top of which we had camped lay a desert stretch- ing for several miles in every direction. It was surrounded on all sides by moun- tains green with the coming of spring, but dull in contrast with the blazing sands. After looking at all this, he an- swered my question. "The history of the desert is long. Many years ago, in the time of my an- cestors, long before the coming of the white men, an event occured which changed these plains from beauty to desolation. "The men of the Swift Feet were war- ring on a not far distant tribe, people of the Red Horse. The Swift Feet were conquering, and on one day late in spring they ambushed all but several of the enemy's men. The few left quickly returned to the camp on the hill, and warned it of the coming of the foe. Then there was great distress, for the Swift Feet warriors were fast, and their hearts were cruel. "In the camp there was one dearly beloved by the Red Horse. It was Fire- brand, son of the chief who was too old to take active command. The son was vnly about fourteen years of age. Where- ever the people went, wherever the Ind- ians hunted, wherever there was merry making, Firebrand was always near. Although so young, his word was law, and he was loved by all. "Early in life came to him all that man covets, for he was loved by the Red Horse. Riches, power and love were his. 27

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lndians kindled,only to die. Before. when- ever clouds had appeared, the Red Horse had come in the evening and command- ed them to vanish. But now, clouds roll- ed up unmolested by the Red Horse. With rain on every side, with flowers and grass appearing all around, vx i,h green shrubs growing on thence parched hills, the plains of the Swift Feet people alone remained unchanged. No drop of rain tuched the blistering sands, no winter came to them, although on the surrounding mountains the snow lay thick. The plains have been, since then, what they are now--a desert. "Slowly the Swift Feet grew in prosperity and size. Only occaisionally did the Red Horse show himself in the West to watch the desert. No longer did his hoof beats make the earth trem- ble. But the river did not return, and the desert remained. And thus did Red Horse remember and avenge the death of Firebrand, boy chief of the Swift Feet." Janet Goodwin 722. Emilight I sat alone in the twilight, When all was silent and still, And watched the last faint rays of light Slowly sink behind the hill. I struck a choral on my guitar, A melodious silv'ry strain, Borne on the whispering kreeze afar, 1 heard it echo again. And as I heard the silv'ry chord, And while niy thoughts swept on, It seemed a great rnan's deed and wcrl Whose greatness goes on and on. Lightly 1 touched the strings again, And now a Llaintive wail Rose to my li et'ning ears and then Was swept softly down the vale. "Too sad and longing," was my tk ought, Sol tried the strings again, This time the effort that I wrought Proved not to be in vain. It was a merry lilting tune Poured forth in tones so mill, Like a babbling joyous krook in June, Or a happy laughing child. I looked at the shining, twinkling stars, Laughing in my delight, And taking my beloved guitar, Stole out into the night. Constance Brett 'Z5. 29 what Glam mr En? Every year, men go to that country south of us, Mexico, to take to it that factor which we have found so necessary in our constructiong namely, Education. Many times we have been reminded of the lack of education and civilization in that country through its nearness to our borders and consequent effect on them, and its many revolutions stirring up pol- tical and commercial differences. Mexico is not a disappointment to the traveler, indeed, it is seldom repre- sented to be as beautiful as it is or as full of wonderful resources. It has been held back by the many revolutions stir- ring its people and by the upset condition in which they live. Mexico is a country which could be of great importance, and will be, as soon as education has prevailed. The fact that Mexico is un- educated shows in every part---its gov- ernment, its commerce, and its social life. Where uneducated people are found, revolutions and general unrest are bound to occur, hence, the solution seems to be to educate the people. Here, however, a problem confronts us. The Mexicans are not ready to be educated. They must be prepared for education. At the present time, their schools are al- most pitiful in their inferiority, and often the teachers do not know asmuch as the pupils. In the cities, such as Vera Cruz and Mexico City, the educational condi- tions are better, but in an ordinary Mex- ican village or town, they are poor in the extreme. The little town of Salto de Aqua, situated inland on the Tuleja river, is an example of the orinary village in Southern Mexico. Here, a few stucco buildings are gathered about the jail, which is a low rembling affair, also of stucco. The jail is on one side of the main street, with a small plaza beside it, and opposite it, is the one store where everything is kept, from sombreros to "cacao." This is the extent of the business and residence districts of Salto de Aqua. The main street, which is, by the way, the only street, is a mere path, straggling from the dense woods behind the build- ings to the water's edge. Some' towns boast of a church, but Salto de Aqua is

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