Dorchester High School for Boys - Red and Black Yearbook (Dorchester, MA)

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Spawn of Satan My M ,fam lt happened one pleasant Spring morning when you and l were probably fast asleep. Let us see what took place early that morning. We'll have to wait a few minutes: ah, there to your right, sir? The shrubbery moves slight- ly, a nose comes into view, the head, the shoulders, body and then, standing majestically before you, is the gray sleek figure of a she-wolf. Looking around, and smelling the breeze for a few seconds, she turns her head a little and emits a low growl. Tumbling forth from the bushes, comes a young cub, cute little fellow too. Tagging close behind his mother, they head for the water hole a few feet away from the bushes. To gaze upon this quiet and serene scene, one would hardly think that in a few moments death in all its violence would strike. But, such is life. Suddenly, tottering from side to side like some unstable building, death appears on the scene. Death, in the form of a great shaggy bear. Fighting ensued between the bear and the wolf. It was violent and gruesome. When the little cub tried to interfere, the bear lashed out with a gigantic paw and slashed the flank of the little cub. Whimpering piteous- ly, he headed for the safety of the shrubbery, blood trickling down his glossy black hide. Watching from the concealing bushes, he gazed fearfully upon the battle. Though what had happened to her child spurred her on, it was of no avail: the bear was getting the upper hand. In a few moments he had the cub's mother by the neck upon the ground. Thrash- ing wildly, she tried to escape, but the bear pinned her down with one of his paws. Soon the wolf's struggle ceased and the bear, apparent- ly forgetting the cub, lumbered off to care for the few wounds he got. When the bear was out of sight, the cub scampered from its hiding place to the inert form of its mother. Sniffling around its mother's face, the cub accidently poking its nose in the pool of blood that was near the neck, drew away quickly. Going around to the back of his mother's head, the cub licked her a few minutes after this he got up and walked around her whimpering. Realizing the effort to wake her up futile, he limped painfully towards the cave they once called home. That night was a most fearful and dreadful one for the little cub because this was the first night he had ever spent alone. The years passed, but with the years grew the hate for not only the bear that killed his mother but for all living creatures outside of his own kind. During the years that passed he rose to be a leader of a large and courageous pack, He was looked up to not only by his pack but by those in other packs. He led daring raids on nearby farms and during the night his Hgure could be seen silhouetted ma- jestically against the evening moon calling his pack to council. Some of the more superstitious farmers thought he was the devil re-incarnated, but at any rate he was as shrewd and as cunning as Satan. Therefore, he got the name, Satan. No man dared venture out at night alone without his gun. The hired help, when on duty walked around in pairs. When the cry of Satan the devil-wolf pierced the night, every man, no matter how brave, drew his gun xx N I page seventy-five