Havermale Junior High School - Papoose Yearbook (Spokane, WA)

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Literary Section LAKE SHETECK MASSACRE First Prize, Annual Literary Contest .lu- Twelve small cabins lay nestled in a little valley on the shores of Lake Sheteck. Running Water tramped up to one of the cabins and demanded food. It was given to him the same as it had been done in the past. The settlers always gave the Indians food when they demanded it, because 'they wanted to avoid trouble, and the nearest garrison was sixty miles away. Mrs. Harley fed Running Water ever since she, her husband, and children had come to Lake Shetech in the spring of 18-. There had been no Indian uprising in that part of the country for over twelve years. Suddenly one day, a small boy mounted on a horse dashed through the village yelling that Chief-Rain-In-Face with three hundred braves was coming to attack the village. The people started gathering all their belongings that could be readily moved, and packed them in the wagons and rode away. Near a little slough, five miles away, they sighted the Indians behind them. The command was given, and they formed in a circle. Mrs. Harley told Barton, her twelve year old son, to take care of the baby, Johnny. The Indians were upon them almost immediately, and the next half-hour was filled with horror and the screams of the dying. Before her own eyes, Mrs. Harley saw her husband shot and scalped. The very Indian whom she had fed for three winters came and dragged her into the line of prisoners. Mrs. Harley looked around in terror for Barton and the baby, Johnny, but they were no place to be seen. She was forced to march away with the Indians, but as she could not keep up, she was hit over the head and left for dead in the road. fCont.inued on page sixty! Y, ,- DAY DREAMING Second Place, Annual Literary Contest One afternoon, as I was glancing over the newspaper, these words caught my eye, Win S5160 Easily. Of course I immediately began to read further. The article gave information about a contest for writing a jingle. VVhy couldn't I win the 3150? It wouldn't be very hard but the jingle had to be in by three o'clock that afternoon. I hesi- tated a moment and then consulted my watch. It was one o'clockg so I had plenty of time to think and take it to the contest headquarters. , My mind, instead of immediately con- centrating upon a jingle, wandered off g and I began to think of what I would do if I really had the 8150. I laid the newspaper upon the table and settled down in a soft chair. Fortunately, my mother was working outsideg and since we were the only two at home, I knew my dreaming would not be disturbed. First I thought of the manner in which I would receive the 3150. Should I act embarrassed, or should I take an in- different aspect as though it was noth- ing so wonderful? I left the question unsettled and dismissed it from my mind. Then I thought about how I would be admired and how my picture and a long article just about me would appear in the paper. Wouldn't it bc nice? I'd walk proudly up to the bank and deposit about S50 or more to my account. Of course my mother and I would go shopping, and I would pur- chase one of those long silk dresses and some sport outfits. I couldn't possibly leave out shoes, stockings, and various other articles. Then I would buy gifts for mother, father, and sister. I've always wanted to have as much money as I pleased to spend just on things to eat. Previously, my parents QCont-inued on page sixtyl I K' 1 4591