Newport High School - Blunita Yearbook (Newport, PA)

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6 Ube 36lue anfc Mbitc we hoped. And I have a presentiment that there are more thrills in store for us.” Kewa, our faithful Eskimo friend, will take us to Nome in his dog-sled. His aid has been almost indispensable and we are greatly indebted to him for the services he has rendered us but he seems to think that the debt is all his because we saved him from that infuriated moose. He gave me that magnificent polar bear skin. My sister, Carol, will be in a transport of joy when she sees it. She asked me to bring her one but although I have many skins to take home as trophies of my hunts I was not successful in obtaining that of a polar bear. Then, too, he almost forced us to accept the gold nuggets which he had taken from his land before he sold it to the Fairbanks Mining Company. He says he has no use for gold. Kewa, said Lynn, is happy in his simple life and the glittering yellow metal has no fascination for him. I have enjoyed my stay in Alaska and would be tempted to stay but for home ties. 1 have gained in experience and in knowledge of this frigid North. With you I worked in a mine and thus we learned the rudiments of gold mining. To be sure, that wasn’t such a pleasant episode we had with those three miners. They are bad men. Well, we can talk over our experiences when we get back to the States. It is time to turn in for the night.” When Lynn said that the miners were bad men with whom he and Don had had some trouble he did them no injustice. They held a grudge‘against Don and Lynn and when they learned of the intended departure of the two Americans they planned to pursue and rob them for they had learned of Kewa’s gift to his friends and believed it to be of gteater value than it really was. Four other equally unscrupulous miners were acquainted with the plan and they eagerly offered their assistance. Don and Lynn with their guide left the small mining town near the city of Fairbanks, the center of a rich mining district, and did not know that their sled was being followed until they had covered about sixl miles of the six hundred they had to travel. Then Kewa, looking back, saw three sleds which were rapidly drawing near. At first he paid no attention to such an ordinary sight. Then a rille shot was heard and looking back the trio discovend that the sleds were near at hand. They all knew the significance of the firing and immediately surmised what were the intentions of the men in the fast approaching sleds. They could discern that they were outnumbered and in dismay remembered their lack of ammunition. There must be quick thinking, quick action. Meanwhile Kewa urged on the dogs. The Eskimos are able to control a dog team while few' people of other races can and Kewa was, among Eskimos, a skilful driver. For a short time the distance between the pursued and the pursuers lengthened but this state of affairs could not last because the miners had reindeer-drawn sleds ami reindeer can outrun Eskimo dogs. However, during this time Lynn was able

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Cbc Blue anb tUbitc 5 etc., received by it, questions as to its financial benefits would be absurd. As to the last of the questions, one must only use a Tittle thought. We sained influence and brotherhood with other nations that made such a conference worth while. From the data given here, in magazines and newspapers, we should be thoroughly convinced that this meeting of the sages of the powers was an accomplishment; so let us all pull for such a meeting every year that matters of public interest may be peaceably settled. ROLLAND ADAMS, '22. THfi HARASSED EDITOR. i iLTTING OUT a high-class school journal, said the editor, is no picnic. If I print jokes, folks say I am silly—if I don’t they say I am too serious. If I publish original matter, they say I lack variety—if I publish things from other papers, they say I am too lazy to write. If I don't go to church, they say I am a heathen—if I go, I am a hypocrite. If I stay in the office, I ought to be out rustling for news—If I rustle for news, I am not attending to business at the office. If I wear old clothes, I am sloven—if I wear new clothes, they are not paid for. What in thun-deration is a poor editor to do anyhow? Like as not, someone will say I swiped this from an exchange. So I did.”—Exchange. i i T ELL, DON. to-morrow we start on our jaunt back to civilization » » and a warmer climate.” remarked Lynn Caswel. “Yes, replied Don Muray, “Since we arrived in Alaska, soon after our graduation from Portland University last June, we have had all the adventure for which

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Zbc «luc ant XU bite. to unfold his plan to Don and Kewa. He proposed to put on the bear skin which the Eskimo had given Don. He would conceal on his person ail the gold money, and other valuables, in their possession. While their sled was descending a long slope, he left his friends. Lynn was not perceived by the ether party because they were ascending the one side of the hill while Don and his pals were descending the other Lynn ambled about and soon saw' Don and Kewa overtaken. They were forced to halt. Although Lynn could not hear what was being said he saw that the would-be robbers were searching Don, Kewa, and the baggage. Not finding their hoped-for loot, the men looked about them. They seemed to be searching for a place where the treasure might have been hidden. Nothing attracted their gaze except a polar bear. A cold chill passed o er Lynn as he thought that they might shoot him. Hut they were piobably too disappointed and angry to think of it. They drove oft in the direction from which they had come and were soon out of signt. As i-oen as it was deemed safe Lynrf joined his companions and they continued their journey to Nome. LEAH SMITH, ’23. FLEET DEER. rp'IIE SETTING SUN cast a golden glow over an Indian village which was in a great stir because her young men had just returned from a battle with the English. Their task or driving the English and French from Indian territory seemed impossible; but they had just accomplished a very great deed, something that would cause the great chiet of the English to weep and mourn. Had they not killed his son? Did not the chief’s own son wear his scalp on his belt? They had also captured the great chief’s only daughter. Dearly would she pay for the great braves who had fallen under the lire of the English. The maiden had bten placed in a lint which stood in the middle of the village. As she sat mourning over her brother’s fate and wondering shaf could have happened to her father, the curtain ovei the door slowly parted and a handsome young brave filled the entrance. He was the typical Indian except that the lines of nis face w'ere softer and smoother than the ordinary Indian’s. His eyes though fearless gave the girl a look of admiration and wonder. Indeed, she was deserving of such glances for as she stood before him. a young, lithesome, and muscular girl, she gave him a fearless and haughty glance. She was dressed in a heavy waist and buckskin shirt. The brave wore buckskin trousers and heavy moccasins. On his arms and around his neck were ornaments. On his breast was painted an eagle. The leathers in his hair designated his higli rank. As lie stood before her with his arms folded, Mary McDonald admired the handsome picture. He spoke in a low, soft, musical voice. “Wings or Night show no tear because Fleet. Deer will give her aid. Walt! Fleet Deer will come again.” Silently and quietly he slipped away. Meanwhile as Mary sat won-