Churchill High School - Victory Yearbook (Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada)

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GREED COMES FIRST, DEATH SECOND by DON PAULUS He ' s three days late, grumbled a short bald man as he glanced through the cabin window towards the sky. Suddenly, he heard a low droning in the distance. Rushing out of the cabin he peered through the pine trees to catch a glimpse of a plane against the shadow of the mountains. It circled and finally landed on the sparkling surface of the glacial lake. It glided to a stop almost touching a second plane. A huge man bounced onto the dock. He slowly tied up the plane and began to unpack his gear. Tony, yelled the angry man from the shadow of the trees, What took you so long? I ' ve been freezing here three days waiting for you. Startled, Tony answered, Mr. Tosser, well, I don ' t know. I guess I just clean forgot the exact day. ' Knowing you I guess you would. Well, dummy, don ' t just stand there, start unpacking, griped Tosser. Turning towards the plane, Tony muttered to himself, After ten years, the first day he sees me he bawls me out He ' d better watch himself! Finally around dusk, after lugging the last of the supplies and equipment up to the cabin ' s porch, he tumbled onto a cot near the rough wooden door. Sleepily, Tony lay there admiring the golden reddish glare of the sun as it fell be¬ tween the snow-tipped mountains. At last, he finally fell into a troubled sleep. The sun rose early the next morning with Tony standing on the shore catching trout for Tosser ' s breakfast. After cleaning and filleting his catch, he jogged up to the cabin. The door slammed as Tosser yelled from his bed, Hurry up, we have to get started early. We ' ve only got three days left to lug those gold bricks out of that mountain cave and onto the planes. Where are we going to find buyers? questioned Tony. Red China, idiot, can t you- even use that blockhead of yours?” stormed Tosser. After quickly eating, Tosser piled the shovels and other equipment on Tony ' s back. At last Tosser ordered, Let ' s go! Hurry! Picking up the lunch, Tosser quickly started towards the rushing mountain stream. Turning at the stream, Tosser looked back to see Tony stumbling towards him. Hurry up! You ' re slowing me down, idiot.” Swearing to himself, Tony listened quietly and caught up. Stumbling and tripping, Tony followed Tosser ' s anxious footsteps up the steep rocky mountain path along the rushing stream. Soon Tosser stopped as the stream roared out of the mountain at that point Idiot, help me up onto that ledge. Dropping his tremendous load, Tony pushed Tosser up onto the ledge. Exhausted, poor Tony dropped to the ground watching Tosser run along the ledge to a group of pine trees and began scratching near a rock. Crawling onto the ledge Tony heard a scream from Tosser. Dig there, Tosser pointed as Tony trudged towards him. You ' re not going to order me anymore, stormed Tony. You ' ve been getting under my skin for a long time and I ' ve been waiting for this chance. Pulling out his gun he shot the startled Tosser. The sound of the gun echoed resounding throughout the mountains. Tosser dropped to the ground swearing at Tony. Laughing to himself Tony picked up his shovel and started digging at the marked spot. After uncovering a cement slab he used his fantastic strength to pull it out and throw it aside. Kneeling he pulled a lever. Instantaneously part of the mountain slid open leaving a small cave. Lighting a lantern he joyously jumped on the ground and crawled inside the tiny passage with the light before him. In the distance he could hear the rushing of a river. The roar increased as the tunnel opened into a large cavern. Cautiously he shone the lantern inside the cavern to see a thin wooden bridge crossing roaring rapids in a gorge. Through the darkness he could see the dull bricks of gold bullion After some time in a dream world, he got up and packed a box with the king of metals. He began to lug the tremendous weight across the creaking bridge when suddenly in the gloom of the dimly lit cave, he noticed a strange figure crawling from the tunnel. But you ' re dead . . . , dead! screamed the terrified, shivering form of Tony above the roar of the rapids. The bridge swayed as the bloody figure of Tosser stumbled toward him. You dirty double crossing idiot, gasped the body. Please don ' t, don ' t come on the bridge it ' ll break! begged Tony. In that second of never ending time, the bridge crashed, carrying Tony, screaming hysterically with the body to their final doom leaving the gold to the natural elements and the world. PAGE 102

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