Balmoral Junior High School - Crimson Green and White Yearbook (Calgary, Alberta Canada)

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LITE. R ARY 36 - GRAY phantom - The hills were obscured, by fog. Through the mist there sounded a high pitched whinny, down in a valley echoed a shrill answer, an iron horsehoe clicked against a pebble. Out of the mist three figures approached a ' high ridge. Upon reaching the ridge the three commanded a view of the area as the fog has thinned out. The three wranglers held a shbrt, quiet conference and then began the roundup. Drifting silently toward the un-suspecting manada, they stationed themselves at different points waiting for a signal. It came, the three horsemen started to converge on the now nervous horses which were being hased into a trap. Because of the heavy fog the horses would not see the corral until it was too late. Now it was a matter of minutes. There was little chanc the horses would miss the trap and go right by it. There was complete silence; with an ear-splitting squeak the gate shut. At the same moment Gray Dynamite exploded] The herd stallion knew he was ' caught but he did not intend to stay that way for long. Fortunately for the wranglers though, the corral was sturdily built; after a short consultation it was decided to leave the mares, and colts where -they were and take the stallion back to the ranch. Shortly after the stallion reached the ranch, a cowhand named Pete rode up. Where did you get him? Pete asked, looking through the corral poles at the big gray stallion. Brought him in this morning , was the reply, and boy was he wild! ' Pete was one of the biggest liars on the ranch and he-loved to boast. 1 11 bet I can ride him Pete replied. That was .how it started. The horse was saddled and a hackamore forced on to his head. Pete mounted and was promptly thrown into the air. He climbed on again and the performance was repeated,much to everyone’s amusement. Soon one cowhand after another was climbing into the saddle. But no matter how many tried, the result was always the . ' same, a face full of dirt. The stallion was tired now, but not too tired to notice how the saddle rocked as he pitched. The hastily drawn up cinch-strap was jerking loose, but the’: cowhands were too busy trying to hang on to notice it. Finally as the stallion came down. stiff-legged it came loose enough to slictearound and naturally, unseated the rider by sliding under the horses belly. Now the horse was kicking, rolling, and rearing in an effort to shale the hated thing loose. The saddle was very cooperative and quickly fell off. The stallion ' s main desire now was to escape. He sax r the cowboy just thrown, heading for the gate. He edged toward the cowboy. He waited ’till the gate was open and then charged through, knocking the cowboy down. Four mares and a gelding were in a nearby corral. -The stall ion, heedless of risk, rammed in the gate and stole the mares. He drove the four towards the gate and open country. The ranch hands, who were too startled to move, now ran for their horses. With a mocking whinny, the stallion turned and reared triumphant, then.raced on to disappear behind a ridge. •: - •? • -|V ■. • . . ! • • V... : f . T.qc.:i.c;; . .; : V .. : : ; •■ ;. : : T.:j „• ,.!• . . : It- r.fi Margaret Mclnall. 8-10 . . .; ■ ,r -■ ;■ • ,• j ■ ; ■ - . . •• ?f. -: Sincere apologies to those whose pictures have been missed, to those who may- not have received credit for their writing, and to those whose articles were not printed because of lack of space. YEARBOOK STAFF