Cloverdale Union High School - Spectator Yearbook (Cloverdale, CA)

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Before Adam (With No Apologies to Jack London) The Warwick Home Club of the University of California ad held its annual reunion. The fellows were seated around the table after the feed listening to the stories of the grads Harlow told of the capture Juarez by Madero. He had visited the scene of the Mexican hostilities in company with Jack ondon and was loud in his praises of him. Dad Dunlap lis¬ tened with a bored air. Dad had helped build a railroad through White Horse Pass, in Alaska, served three years in le army in t ie Philippines, and led quite an adventurous life Jack London is a boomer,” said Dad. “He does not under¬ stand Socialism, and his book ‘Before Adam,” makes me tired O yes, a boomer is a bluffer. Those are the fellows who never hold one job long enough to get it warm. When I was in Utah had an experience that beats anything Jack London ever win r S ° r range that 1 keep sti11 aboi,t jt - so people no call me a liar; but I know you fellows will be inter- ested and take it for only what it is worth. During my Sophomore year in college ' I became quite chummy with bred Atherton, the artist. He is a grea stu- dent of Mystic Philosophy, believed in Theosophy, the Occult sciences and the transmigration of souls. We both had to qui co ege for lack of funds and he was also worn out from overwork. W e got work on the Central Pacific reconstruction, under • I. Randall. W e all called him Hi for short. We were first assigned to duty with a surveying party upon the western •shore of Salt Lake, running the lines for the Lucin Cut-off It was a grand country, vast alkali plains, crossed by rugged ranges. 1 he days were hot and simmering; the nights cool and clear as crystals. It was a strange weird land, full of fanatics. Having only Greeks and Austrians for companions, Atherton and I grew very intimate, and while I laid most of 11s strange beliefs to the imagination of an over-wrought 18

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In the meantime, we had been able to make our way towards the ice without any assistance. When the Norwegian steamer came close we signaled it to stand by us, in case the iron wall, which separated the engine room from the front compartment, in which about two thou¬ sand tons of water had poured, couldn ' t stand the pressure. He might be able to take our soldiers and officers aboard, and save us, too, the crew and officers of our ship. As soon as we had reached the ice, the soldiers with cork- waists tied over their heavy fur coats, had thrown ropes over the railing, and were climbing down on these upon the ice, even, while the steamer was in motion. By six o’clock we had reached the shore and had succeeded in grounding the steamer, to prevent it from sinking farther. The greatest danger was now over. The Norwegian steamer, which had stood by us all this time, left us now. The soldiers and officers, who had remain¬ ed until now were landed. Next day divers were summoned to repair the leak tem¬ porarily, which took them about six weeks. When the hole was repaired, and the water pumped out, we found seven bodies frozen into the ice. How many were killed in the accident was never really known, because most of the soldiers had fled over the ice. From Vladivostok we sailed to Nagasaky (Japan), where we docked and repaired the ship for our return trip. After making the different ports, such as: Moji, Shankhai, Hongkong, Singapore, Pennang, Mulmain, Colombo, Eden, Suez, Port-Said, Le Havre, and Bremerhaven, we arrived after almost a ten months’ trip, in Hamburg, our home, sweet home, town. Ed. Note —Phillip Crell is a little German boy who has been in this country only a short time. Purposely the language has been left in the odd style in which the article was handed in.

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nervous system, I was greatly interested in them and found their contemplation a pleasant recreation for my matter of fact mind. The work was hard and continuous, so we did not have much time for philosophic contempations. Then Randall sent us up to Terrace to join a party under D. D. Dooley, called Drunk and Dirty, because of his habits. Because of his unusual ability in making preliminary surveys through rough country, the R. R. Co. overlooked his fault of sometimes getting on a spree. Unfortunately for us, Dooley was on a spree, and though drunk, insisted on starting out immediately. There was Red, the driver of the line wagon; two Italian laborers, Joe and Honey; Griffiths Atherton and myself. We sat three in a seat with our luggage piled up be¬ hind. We were to go south along the Hogup mountains, following the west shore of Salt Lake until we came to the Lake Side mountains, and then we were to turn westward and go to the Nevada line, passing south of Pigeon Point, and north of Pilot Knob. In this region the rugged mountain ranges that rose from the plains had beach marks, clam beds, and mute signs of marine life of thousands of years ago. The lake or ocean had at one time been high above the present level of the water. Dooley had taken a liberal supply of whiskey, which he offered to all. Atherton and I refused; the Italians drank some, but Red and Dooley fast developed into a drunken spree. When several days out we lost our way. Atherton and I were in an unknown country, the Italians knew nothing of desert lore, and the driver and our chief were beyond giv¬ ing us any help. It was a pretty mess. One evening we miss¬ ed the spring Red said we should find. The night was spent in hunting for it, but the next day we sought shelter in the scant shade of a scrubby cedar growth upon the hill sides. The heat and intense thirst, were unbearable. Red and Dooley both became delirious and finally unconscious. Towards evening Atherton and I noticed some snow in the crevice of the rocks on the north side of one of the peaks. We toiled painfully up to where it was and found about two 19