Chinook High School - Breeze Yearbook (Chinook, MT)

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THE CHINOOK BREEZE 5 A War (Christmas Lieutenant Abner Reed suddenly reined in his horse and taking out his glass, gazed intently through it, toward a distant grove. He was the leader of a scouting party of six Union men, who had been detailed to observe the movements of the Confederates, encamped in a nearby grove, and to report them to their commander. “See anything?” inquired his younger brother, John. “I can ses a few tents” answered Abner, “but I can’t see any men.” He urged his horse forward and ordered his men to scatter out in opposite directions. He had proceeded alone for several hundred yards, along a path fringed with evergreens, when he heard a shot, and then several more in rapid succession. “They have brushed the Confed pickets”, he muttered, and cautiously examined his surroundings before proceeding. Suddenly two more shots rang out and a crash of branches and trampling of feet warned Abner that someone was coming. He started for a small clump of balsam trees, but before he had gone far, he saw coming toward him one of his men, covered with blood and hardly able to maintain his seat on his horse. As he rode by Abner, he suddenly loosed his hold on the saddle and fell unconscious to the ground. “John!” cried Abner, and dismounting hurried to his brother’s side. At that instant, however, he heard the tramp of feet again, and looking up, saw a tall officer in a drab uniform coming toward him at full speed. “You are my prisoner,” said the Confederate, drawing rein. “Not yet!” replied Abner, quickly mounting his horse and drawing his sabre. The Confederate wheeled and shouting “On guard!”, made for the Union man. Both men were excellent swordsmen and the fight was sharp and fierce. Finally Abner saw his chance and, rising in his stirrups, brot his sabre down on the Con-

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4 THE CHINOOK BREEZE Chinook are willing to help make a success of our paper, as is shown by our numerous advertisements, and we appreciate their support. The members of the faculty have also aided us a great deal. We hope that our paper will be appreciated. We Thank You. We, the C. H. S., thank you, who have so kindly assisted us by giving us ads, showing that you are indeed good sport:; and are not only boosting yourselves, but wish to help a good thing along as well. Come on, now, you folks and patronize the advertisers, and show that you are equally good sports and boosters. Help a Good Thing Along We certainly appreciate the help of the rest of the students of the High School in getting material for the “Breeze.” Just because you haven’t some special work assigned to you, don’t sit down and let some one else do the work. If we’re going to make our paper a success, we must all work. Everyone should contribute to this. Get busy, because some of us will not be here next year and it will fall to you to carry the work along. Push! Don’t be a slacker! Buy a Chinook Breeze and get warmed up to the school news. •K. M. F. ’18.

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G THE CHINOOK BREEZE federate’s shoulder with all his might. However, in recovering his balance, his own arm was exposed for a single instant, and his antagonist, giving a last, desperate thrust, ran his sword through Abner’s upper arm and fell from his horse, dead. Abner dismounted, and heedless of his own wound, has tened to his brother’s side. He found that one bullet had entered his leg and another his shoulder. “Bad one,” he commented. He bathed the wounds with water from a nearby brook and then bandaged them with strips torn from his shirt. He forced a little brandy between the lips of the wounded man, and after several minutes, had the satisfaction of seeing him open his eyes. “Better go on and leave me here,” John urged. “You can’t carry me anyway, and someone is bound to find me.” Abner turned a deaf ear to this and determined to stay by his brother even if he watf captured by the Confederates. The skirmish between the pickets had brot on a general engagement between the Confederates and the Union men. The latter were greatly out-numbered and were forced to fall back, closely pursued by the enemy. The return of the two scouts to their own lines was thus made impossible. Abner, realizing this, began to look around for some kind of shelter. He scanned the surrounding hillside carefully through his glass and at last his eyes rested upon a little spiral of smoke, slowly ascending toward the sky. He looked more closely and made out a little log cabin, several miles away. As soon as darkness came and there was no danger of detection, Abner took his wounded brother on his back and began his journey toward the cabin. He had gone about half the distance and was going down the side of a steep gully, when a stone gave way under his feet and he fell. As he fell, he released his hold on his brother, saving