Ferndale Union High School - Tomahawk Yearbook (Ferndale, CA)

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A fn fir! Ki 9 M4 531453 'J az: Eventide ITTING on my veranda scanning across an orchard toward the western horizon, a gorgeous sunset greets my eyes. In brilliancy it is beyond description-no human artist could portray on canvas the vivid and picturesquely arranged colorings of this panorama The yellow light which a few hours ago bathed the hills and meadows slowly has changed to orange then to crimson again to a deeper crimson The trees that partially obscure this view yet that make it even i , 1 Y . . 1. more fascinating, are blossom laden, and with each gentle evening zephyr there is wafted toward me myriads of dainty pink petals, abounding in sweet- est fragrance. The orchard-land is heavily carpeted with richest clover- dotted here and there with bunches of white daisies, a satisfactory home for the neighbor's old family cows, Fan and Nell, who are now comfortably at rest for the night. The little creek beyond I hear rippling and gurgling as it wends its way seaward-while the crashing and roaring of breakers of the old ocean, cold and gray, are distinctly heard in the distance. But the sun has setg and the golden clouds have faded to a somber gray. I turn from west to east and behold the moon beams loosing them- selves over the mountains and valley. A night owl with his weird and melancholy who-who breaks the evening hush as he begins his nocturnal raid along the creek, which is lined with tassellated alders and pussy bur- dened willows. As-the notes of this twilight marauder die away, there comes the solemn chorus of the frogs as they chant their evening overture. I look up a moment at the thousands of starry travelers, everyone in his right place journeying across the heavens. As I meditate, there comes to my mind an added meaning of Now fades the glowing landscape to the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holdsf' I reluctantly turn on the threshold as I go indoors, and pause for one more lingering look, when a sweet, tender voice seems to say, All is now at' peace, God watches over all. C. A. M., '10, l 1 PAGE TWENTY-FIVE

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His face brightened and a great spark of hope Hashed across his forlorn and ghastly pale countenance. He quickened his steps and soon found himself knocking at the door of an old fisherman's hut, who, upon greeting him, invited him to come into his humble cabin. The storm raged for several days and when at last it subsided, the old fisherman and the sailor went toqsee the stranded vessel and to get what they could from the wreck. But, to their great disappointment, when they climbed on board they found that she had already been plundered, by someone. The gold which the men had hoped to find was gone and also all the clothes and food that would have been very useful to them had also been carried away. Some Indian foot-prints were noticed in the sand. This solved the mystery for they knew at once that Indians had been the robbers. Several days later an old Indian, a friend of the fisherman, came to the cabin and told the two men that his countrymen had robbed the boat of a great deal of gold and other things. He said they had hidden the gold in a cave far upon the side of a high peak, which is now known as King's Peak, and is located about fifteen miles north of the present town of Shelter Cove. If I tell white man, Indian kill me, and the old Indian's voice trembled as he said it, for he feared his fellow tribesmen, when he was bidden to keep a secret and told it. Many days, weeks and months were spent by the old fisherman and the survivor in search of the hidden treasure, but all in vain. The cave could never be found. Many, many years have now passed since the vessel was wrecked and dozens of hunters when passing over this mountain, think of and often look for the lost gold. F. W. C., '11. fi f, I k'X,, x.,--- ll 4, CD, U L1 Cv, ,ij i 1- 5-f' ..- .-n-.. fuer .-f' -s 1- 3'-in R - ,.,- .,--5' 1-91:3-67: ,gif 5-.5 -,- - E.-i 1-',....... ,.,. .1 51, - ,.. i:e:...-- z-...I ,, r i ,I f I f 2 ,1 X 56 PAGE TWENTY FOUR

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My Fishing' Companion Mattie and I went fishing, Down by the clear creek side. I was my father's youngest song She was her mother's pride. Sometimes we- went in the moming, Staying the long day through, Taking our tackle and hooks And plenty of lunch for two. Softly the breeze from the ocean Swept thro' the wild wood vine Ruffling the pool's clear waters, Rumpling her hair and mine. Sometimes my mother would tease me A girl from town to take-S But I'd just sneak off with Mattie, She wasn't afraid of a, snake. And when I caught a speckled trout And shouted aloud with glee, Mattie seemed to be very proud And snuggled up close to me. Oh! I'd rather' by far take Mattie Than all ofthe whole town bunch, For she is so gentle and kind- And doesn't steal all the lunch. For fear you will think that Mattie Was bold or tough, and all that, I will tell you my fishing companion Was only a Maltese cat. W. E. B., '12. f X l 1' X XX -ff fa- - NL .. it f S ii: Q ff-e -fi' 'gg' -si. ,W E3 S, g lfllfiff -' I f- - if PAGE TWENTY-SIX