Germantown High School - Record Yearbook (Philadelphia, PA)

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THE CLIVEDEN She wore a dainty French calico gown which was the downy and soft-looking gray which is so charming and which is always associated with these silent folk. Her throat was as white as the lawn neckerchief which was across her shoulders, while her mantle of gray and woolen mittens completed the costume. Father and daughter were joined by Iohn Quarles and after the morning greeting he had fallen into step with his friend and his betrothed. Over his shoulder he had slung a rifle which was no more forgotten than the psalm book which all three carried. On entering the meeting house the two men pro- ceeded to the left and Faith entered her pew on the right as was the usual custom. In the Puritan house of worship the pews on one side were for men and on the other for women. The aged minister began the sermon solemnly uttering the words, O give thanks unto the Lord, for He is goodg for His mercy endureth for ever. After which the Puritans raised their voices in the words of Sternhold's majestic psalm: The Lord descended from above and bow'd the heavens hye And underneath his feete he cast the darkness of the skye. On Cherubs and on cherubims full royally he road And on the winges of all the windes came flying all abroad. After the service was over Faith and Iohn conducted the older man to his cabin. Iohn made plans with the maiden for a last meeting, before he should leave, to bid her farewell. YVhen the day wore on and before the sun sank Faith was to meet her lover at the place where she had spoken with him the evening before. When she arrived she was strangely fearful because Iohn was nowhere to be seen. She re- traced her steps and suddenly was confronted by a tall Indian warrior. At first she thought him one of the friendly Shawanese and gave him the sign of greeting. The Indian was a superb specimen of the red man. His splendid body was oiled, shining with yellow and white paint. His haughty face seemed to disdain even looking at the white woman. He spoke in a guttural but very musical voice and said in broken English, Pale face come with Massosoit. Go where pale face soldier is. He askyou come. Instantly the thought leaped into Faith's mind that Iohn had been hurt and had sent this particular Indian for her. The tall warrior strode forward and Faith darted after him plying him with questions. He only shook his head and pointed before them in the direction of John Quarles' cabin. With a lithe step he set off and Faith followed. She did not see the look of cunning and evil which flitted over the Indian's face. The two had gone a short distance when the savage turned and pointed ahead. They stopped and Faith gazed where he pointed, but, seeing nothing, turned to ask the meaning and her face paled with terror. The Indian was approaching her and the savage look in his eye was plain to see. He picked her up and with the noiseless step of the savage entered the forest in the opposite direction. He traveled three miles in this fashion, holding her in an iron grasp and at last reached the settlement of his tribe. She was placed in the hands of one of the older women of the tribe who took her to a spacious Wigwam. The maiden, was nearly fainting with terror but nevertheless endeavored to find out the meaning of her capture. The Indian woman only shook her head 410112-

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'THB HARVEST MOON ANNA MAE MYERS HE golden moon of late August gazed with a mellow countenance upon a vista unfolding beneath his shining glance. In the limpid flowing beams, the scene had almost the bril- liance of daylight. Leaves which were red and chestnut hued, appeared as if heavy with yellow metal and rustled in the fitful rousings of the wind. Soon there would be no golden leaves to dance in the soothing breeze, but the wind from the Canadas would produce mournful wailings in the bare forest. A shallow brook gurgled at the feet of the two who had come to this lovely, lonely place to be together. These two were Puritan lovers, betrothed to each other, and to be married before the following Spring duly arrived. With the bursting of the first buds of this fairy season, Captain Miles Standish, beloved protector and defender of the little band of brave hearts at Plymouth, was to read the vows that would bind Iohn Quarles and Faith Winthrop for- ever. Iohn Quarles was one of Captain Standish's trusted soldiers and co-de- fender of the small fort against the numerous assaults of the dreaded Shaw- anese and their murderous cunning. There was an anxious look in the face of this tall upright youth. Care had made its mark on the countenances of all the colonists. Now he gazed lovingly at his betrothed as he spoke, Verily, Faith, am I hopeful that the Shawanese have accepted the treaty with its liberal terms and that we will have little trouble, if any. One cannot be certain, Iohn, since thou knowest how cunning the red men are, although their lack of powder and fire arms may discourage them in their cruelty. Faith spoke in a brave, tired tone. Then, as an after-thought, Hast yet received thy commission from Captain Standish, Ionn? The young man nodded his head in assent and answered, That is the reason wlry I wished to speak with thee, Faith, I have received it and start the day following the Sabbath to relieve those others . . . I am to plan for the safety of our chief base of supplies. There be few who know the location of this place. My child, I may not see thee alone for several months and I want the most of the remaining time with thee. The soldier clasped the Puritan maiden to his heart and neither of them heard a very faint rustling which was not caused by the Autumn breeze nor saw another sight which the yellow moon revealed. An Indian scout resplendent in war paint withdrew from his crouched attitude and noiselessly glided through the thick forest after he had heard the intelligence which had passed between Iohn Quarles and Faith Winthrop. The day which remained before John Quarles left on his mission, dawned with clear skies and a smiling sun. Leaving the group of Puritan maidens with whom she had been conversing in a serious mood which befitted the Sabbath day, Faith joined her aged father. With demure step, she led him to the fort which, in these times of strife and con- tinual warfare with the Indians, served for a meeting-place where the Puritans could worship God with the freedom for which they had striven. The loveliness of the Autumn WHS eclipsed by the sweet face of the girl. 4191?-

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THE CLIVEDEN and rudely thrust the girl away. As the day wore on the squaw brought her some food in an earthen vessel. Although sick with terror, the Puritan girl at- tempted to swallow some of the course food. Finally long shadows swept across the floor of the rude dwelling and the sound of some sort of an arrival was carried to the ears of the maiden. The doorway was filled by the figure of an old Indian having the bearings and dress of a chief. He advanced into the middle of the room and behind him came-Iohn Quarles! The latter had a defiant look on his face which changed to one of conster- nation when he saw Faith Nvinthrop. He rushed forward and, Faith, at the same time, started toward him. She then saw that his hands were tied behind his back and he looked as if he had been in a fierce struggle, as his clothes were torn and there was a bruise upon his head. The Indian muttered something, left the room, and then Faith learned the story. John Quarles had been surprised when he was on his way to meet Faith. Three Indians had come upon him unawares. A struggle ensued which was ended when one of the savages dealt him a blow upon the head. These Indians had demanded the knowledge of the location of the ammunition and arms which the colonists depended upon for their safety that winter. Faith had undoubt- edly been captured so that Quarles would consent to tell these unscrupulous rascals where the stores could be found. The two were interrupted by the re- appearance of the chieftan. He strode into the room and saw by the look upon the maiden's face that she knew the reason of the capture. Iohn Quarles was taken away again after he had reassured Faith that help would arrive in time. When he had left, the woman who had guarded Faith before came and stationed herself out- side of the lodge. It was not long be- fore the squaw began to nod and she soon slept. Meanwhile, Faith had exam- ined her prison and tired to think of a possible means of escape. She suddenly perceived a small 'opening near the floor of the wigwam which was large enough for only a slight person such as she to worm her way out. She knelt down and managed to slip through. The girl hesitated and then advanced out a little way. The wigwam in which she had been held prisoner proved to be a little distance from the rest of the village and quite near the surrounding forest. Under cover of tHe darkness Faith crept forward in order to gain more knowledge of the place wherein she had been quartered and its surroundings. She noticed small camp fires here and there and some distance away perceived a larger fire in a clearing. The thought entered her mind that it might be a council which had gathered to discuss the fate of her lover and herself. Ap- proaching nearer Faith discovered a tent guarded by an armed sentry. Under cover of the trees the girl proceeded to the rear of the tent and saw a huge whet-stone which the tribe used for sharpening their weapons. Near it she found a discarded tomahawk and thank- fully grasped it. The noise of the Indians outside prevented them from hearing the sound caused by slitting the tent with the weapon. She crawled through and Iohn gasped slightly when he saw her. Quickly Faith undid the fastenings on his wrists and ankles. Drawing into the shadows so that the scout outside could not see them he made a curious soundl Im- mediately the Indian entered and with a strong arm Iohn Quarles let the tomahawk fall upon the head of the