Monson Academy - Pharetra Yearbook (Monson, ME)

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Peters looked at his watch, it was seven thirty, he had been down there an hour beating the prisoner He sat down and looked up the long air shaft to the grating that supplied light The rat looked at him and the convict looked at nothing 'Help' Help! Save me' I'm locked in Oh dear God, save me Oh, what's the use, no one can hear me Peters rushed down the stairs and picked the bloody prisoner up into his arms The rat moved to one of the convicts legs and watched the proceedings with his small bright eyes 'Wake up Wake up and help me! Help me get out of here! Peters dropped the A guard, a corpse, with death glazed eyes, ing at each other stiffening corpse that had once been a and a rat one with fear filled eyes, one and one with small bright eyes sat look Charles Milton '52 Enchanted One day as Sue was roaming the fields and woods of the ram bling old estate that adjoined the Blenden property, she acci dentally came upon an opening, partly covered and hidden by weep ing willow trees, with branches hanging low The sun was setting in the west and she knew she should start for home, but the sound of a babbling brook, tumbling over sticks and stones, and birds sweetly chirping in the trees, came singing to her ears She sat on a moss covered stump, intending only to rest a moment before starting home, but the babbling brook and singing birds somehow seemed to call to her The longer she sat there the more sweetly the birds sang Finally she knew she could not go home without at least one look at the brook Quickly she leaped from the stump, carefully brushed aside the branches, and crawled on her hands and knees trying hard to keep on what she knew was once a trail, winding steeply downward, until she came to a clearing She got to her feet, and there directly in front of her was the brook On a large stone about in the middle was a turtle, snapping at flies that passed by him Awed, she looked around her, various birds of many sizes, shapes, and bright colors were gaily chirping and fluttering among the tree tops The willows lining the brook on both sides were all bending low over the water Many flowers bloomed in the clearing, and squirrels, chipmunks, and other small animals scampered through the tall grass and over fallen trees, chattering in their excitement to reach their hollowed stumps. As she came closer, frogs leaped from the banks into the water, and she could see dozens of trout, large and small. swimming in the water and disappearing under rocks. Enchanted by the scene, she stood staring, while an appar- ently friendly fawn appeared on the opposite bank. She watched for some time unseen, while it came down to drink. After it had gone, she slowly retraced her steps to the path, determined to come here often. Suddenly she realized why tourists visiting the old estate were awe stricken and enchanted at the sound of sweetly 0 O .n O O OO . n man-a convict-but still a man.