Buxton School - Yearbook (Williamstown, MA)

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everywhere 4 they suddenly stopped. Everything was without noise. There is nothing louder than silence in the woods when even the small cricket ceases its constant whirring. My nose twitched as the acid smell of decaying matter came to me. My heart missed a beat. Feeling something in back of me, I jumped and spun around with all my strength. Yvhat I saw froze my blood. There standing before the tent was my guide. ln his face, in his body, there was a rigidity that was forced. It was as if he were holding himself by sheer willpower alone. Coming toward him were trees. I don't mean that they were actually moving but in a place where there had never been any, a giant one would appear. This same thing would happen over and over again . . . They surrounded him and closed in, crushing together until just one path remained. Then even that was blocked. The last thing I saw was the restrained terror in those eyes. Wlhen they found me I was alone, trying to push through a hopelessly im- possible mass of trees, in a place where no camp could ever be pitched. The canoe was nowhere to be found, the tent was in a tumbled heap. The food and equip- ment were scattered over the ground. The sight of those eyes still remains with me. Those horrible eyes watching me -- that's why l'm here. Nowhere inside these walls are those trees. The only thing I can't do is pass through those gates, for out there the eyes wait for me. - Jamem Read ,I IIULXH RTN lv.'s5'4Q5Q -Q r , 57

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CLASS OF 1950 They will drink our llealths at dinner '-those who tell us how they love us, Anal lorget us before another year be gone! 59 Ruafuam' Iflllllllllg