Jesup Scott High School - Scottonian Yearbook (Toledo, OH)

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CCI-larry!! BY DOROTH1' KUEHN HE MAN came out of the bush at dusk. He dropped wearily from his horse, adjusted his blanket and provision sack more comfortably on the animal's hack, and walked a few steps to the edge of the hill. The sun would sink in twenty minutes, and now the valley vtas a mass of tangled undergrowth and growing shadows. The palm trees cast a yellowish hue over the landscape, and the red and purple of the sunset completed a picture of unbelievable beauty. At the eastern corner of the valley a cleared, fencedfin plot showed the only work of human hands. In the center of the plot was a large white frame building surrounded by a few peon huts. The man gazed at the ridge of the valley with uncertainty, and as his gaze fell upon the white house, his hands clenched, his jaw became firmer and his eyes hardened and narrowed. His horse trotted up to him and laid his nose upon his masters shoulder. He patted the star on the horseis nose and then climbed into the saddle again. He took one last look at the white house before he swung the horse into the wellfworn trail. As the horse slid down the steep, stony path, the mans face expanded in a grin, and the breeze, which blew his mop of red hair over his forehead, changed him into a boy of twenty. His red hair, his grin and the strong features of his face instantly proclaimed him a son of the Emerald Isle. As he checked the horse's speed down the steep path, he began to talk to it. L'Singer, he laughed, uthis is our first job and youive got to help me. Understand? I haven't studied Spanish and come to this hell hole for nothing. We're going to find out what's going on here at ll96l