Palmer High School - Terror Trail Yearbook (Colorado Springs, CO)

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ffl? x ' - ,, 5 ' ' 'Eur ff I .. - H- -gf, 42- Q I-ll 9 I mzmiggi .g 'NWI i Night The light of day doth fadeaway And as it slowly dies A massive curtain thick and dark ls drawn across the skies. Then Angels light the starry lamps That twinkling seem so bright. And peace descends o'er all the world VVl1en fallen is the night. 1S

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1 ,gg Q ' ' ' Qmgn . lamngiggr ..f W f I stairway. Spirit Blossomcaught his arm. lt is some trick of the VVl1ite gods, she insisted. VVill you bring dishonor on the tribe of the Navajo and the Hopi, my tribe? Will you follow in the steps of your father, when you may be the leader of men Pi' Ah-ko averted his face and broke his bow across his knee in terror. I cannot, he gaspedg the fire sticks of the lfVhite gods-their medicine is stronger than the medicine of Tahn-Te, the ruler. I am afraid, and his voice sank to a whisper. Spirit Blossom grasped his shoulders and spoke commandingly: Must I then pay your debt? Must I preserve the honor of the Navajos? Then be it so. You have chosen. There was the whir of an arrow, a grunt- the death grunt-and All-ko fell. - She left him lying there on the Ancient Stairway and leaping from rock to rock, soon stood in the camp of Ponce de Leon. af :cf Pk as as :if vs as :ze af wr Pk V As the earth mist lifted, Spirit Blossom stood before Tahn-Te, the ruler and laid the talking leaves of the Vtfhite gods before him. It is done. Behold the proof! she cried. 3 17'

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gg, ' ' ' ' -Dl g , 92.3.0 l l Q34 ll . L 1' .mf I a. i K' It m'!,2iQ.i f W --in Glhv Stepping Giant A Legend of the Pikes Peak Region. BY FRANCES CURTIS. In a little cabin, away up among deep pine woods, a bright Hre burned cosily on the open grate. The Old Man of the Mountains sat beside me, and we looked dreamily into the bright flames. Neither of us had spoken for some time, when suddenly he said, 'fDid you ever hear the legend of the Sleeping Giant ? No, I replied, but I have noticed it often, and have wondered if the was not some story connected with it. Yes, there is, he said. I have spent all my life among these hills, and I can tell you the white man's version of this old Indian legend. I-Ie paused, looked steadily into the fire, for a few minutes, and then began. In the early days, before the white man ever saw this country, the Indians knew and appreciated the mineral springs of Manitou. They considered them of medical value, and thought they were stirred by the Great Spirit. At one time, the Cheyennes and the Utes, fought for possession of these springs. The Cheyennes were camped in what is now known as Ruxton Canon. The Utes were camped on the hillside near the old Ute Trail. Though there had been no open hostilities, the tribes were suspicious of each other, and were ready to take offense at the slightest provocation. In the camp of the Utes, there lived a beautiful Indian girl-Owaissa. She was the daughter of the medicine man, and well versed in the laws of magic. She was also the beauty of the camp, and because of her unusual powers of magic, she was held in awe by most of the tribe. But among the Cheyennes was a certain brave, named VVabassa, who was charmed with the beautiful Owaissa. Many were the stolen meetings that were held on the hillside, and Owaissa grew fond of the daring young Cheyenne. There was more or less danger connected with these secret meetings for daily the tribes became more hostile to each other. One evening, they were sitting together on a large rock, when suddenly the maiden said: VVabassa, you must not meet me again. Some of our tribe have noticed it and they think you are spying on them. My magic tells me there is trouble ahead for us. To which VVabassa replied, I'd rather run the risk, and be near you. There was a troubled look in the maiden's eyes, but she said nothing. Some days later, while wandering far away from camp, high up on the hills, gathering herbs to make a magic potion, she unexpectedly met Whabassa. 19