Elgin High School - Husky Tracks Yearbook (Elgin, OR)

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R KK WALL A road winding up through the meadows. Among flowers and grasses so green. Soon brings you close by a chasm. That once arched an underground stream. There is many an Indian legend. Many ghost stories and hearth tales, too. Told of this great work of Nature, By those who believe them true. Whether legend, myth, or romance. Surrounds this place so wild. There remains one fact—so long grown old—• That it never receives a denial. So, that all from the High School Hall, Shouting, laughing, joyous and free. At the close of each year at Rock-wall Spend a day of Commencement Glee. Bethei. Russell, T2. ----------o----------- —27—

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Tin: k. ii. s. kiiunc (H it We first conceived the idea of having a Hiding Club when a few of the girls with Miss Merwin and Miss Stoddard rode out to Hock Wall one Sunday on horseback. On our way home, after having surveyed this wonderful work of Nature, which was made even more beautiful by an ideal autumn day, we decided that any of the High School girls who wished might belong to the club. Our next trip was to the Minam, about fifteen miles from hlgin. It is hardly necessary to say that we enjoyed it to the fullest extent, for it was great fun climbing those steep foothills and looking over the high crags and wending our way through the trees until we found ourselves in some beautiful valley, through which a mountain sticam babbled on its way to meet the river. The best time of all was when six of the club camped out all night in Wallowa Canyon. We started late on Saturday afternoon and after riding about seventeen miles, we cam to our stopping place on the bank of the Wallowa river. It was after dark when we arrived and late before we had our campfire built and supper ready. Never were mortals more hungry and viands never disappeared with such lightning rapidity. After our appetites were appeased, we sat around the fire tell- ing stories—ghostly and otherwise bloodcurdling tales. Myrtle (.hand- ler related of how she punched cows 'way back in the sixties. We -ill thought that a queer place to punch them. All through the night we dozed and caroused alternately. Hut about four o’clock in the morning it began to rain, a steady downpour. W e picked up our beds and hiu- ried into a nearby barn, where we crept in upon the hay, a wretched, shivering, bedraggled half dozen. At last sleep held us in its thrall— oh, blessed sleep—and we were worm. By morning the rain had ceased and all supposed we would have a pleasant ride home. About half way home, however, the rain caught us again and the downpour continued until after the end of our ride. In spite of the cold and rain we all agreed that we wouldn t have missed the good time. Oli.ive MoSiiain. ’12. —29—