Pennell Institute - Whirlpool Yearbook (Gray, ME)

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Lt THIS WHIRLPOOL the Indians had left a child in the wigwam and that it would soon be burned to death. He rushed in and carried the child out in his arms just as the burning wigwam collapsed. The soldiers regarded him closely and curiously, wondering what he would do with the pap- poose. Henry took him—the child was a boy—- back to the fort and caved for him until the war was over. Tle would have brought him back to Gray; but, having learned of the child's parents from an In- dian prisoner, he returned him to them. Soon after this he retired from the service and returned to his home in Gray, where he delighted the children telling them of the In- dians and his experiences with them. Leonarp, 721 A Harrowing Experience It happened that T had been reading ghost stories from an old Hallowe'en book. After a time T became restless and wished to go visiting. Curled up in an arm chair, Tomade my plans. 1 would go over to my uncle's to see Lillian. 3 Suddenly I found myself at her house. She was very glad to see me and anxious to entertain me; so we thought we would make mo- lasses candy. We did not have as good luck as we had planned with our candy, because it would not pull well, and when T next thought about getting home it was dark. It had clouded up and the stars were not shining. e Lillian told me she would go a piece with me if 1 were afraid, but—oh no—nothing would touch me as all wild animals had left: Ray- mond with the exception of a few monkeys. The road from my uncle's to the main road is rather a creepy place to travel through after dark, because of the woods so near. T had hardly got started by the woods when I saw two ghosts beckoning to me among the trees. I started to run, but got into the mud so deeply that IT was securely stuck. Then the two ghosts came up and offered to help ine out. After they had helped me out, they tried to lead me olf into the woods, but I got away and started for home as fast as [ could. As I left them, they shouted, “Look out for the gypsies!’ and then T heard a voice shout, “Irances !” I looked around and saw two gypsies chasing me at their full speed. T watched them too closely; for, just as T thought T was going to get home before being caught, IT ran with some force into a large

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Ww TH WHIRLPOOL 13 post, as he was too good a man to lose. Tf he should volunteer for duty on this post and contrive to bring down the Indian or Indians who had been killing the picket every night, he would regain the re- spect of his fellow soldiers. He must do it. That night he volunteered to guard this post and was accepted. He made his regular rounds, back and forth, until it began to grow dark; then he dropped back behind a clump of bushes with a tree to his back and watched. In a few moments he thought he saw some bushes move just slightly about fiftv yards in front of him. He watched the bushes where he had seen the movement, and about every minute he would see them move. Tle also noticed that nearly every time the bushes moved, he would hear a fox bark. As the time went by, he realized by the direction of the barking that the would-be fox was making a cirele and now must be about a hundred vards behind him, Tle waited a few moments and then fired into the clump of bushes, which had just moved, and behind which he had just perceived the dusky outline of a redskin, With a vell and Indian fell ont of the chip of bushes, and at the same time another leaped toward Tenry from behind, Henry, however, was ready for him, knowing by the circling of the barking fox what the trick was and met him with clubbed musket. One blow was enough to put the redskin into ever: lasting sleep. In the morning when a detachment of soldiers came to bury Henry's remains, they found him calmly seated on a stump with a dead redskin on either side of him. He told them of his night’s ex- periences, and inunediately they congratulated hint and shook hands with him. Two days later an orderly told him that the captain and his stat! wished to see him, Henry innnediately reported, not having the slight- est idea of what was going to happen. He was addressed by the cap- tain thus: “Private Stralford, von have, by safely guarding a post where six men have been killed in six consecutive nights, and by killing the In- dians who did the trick, proved yourself a soldier of great ability. Not only that, but your skill and wisdom have several times relieved strenuous circumstances. Lieutenant Harvey, as you know, has been killed; and after a conference we have decided that you are the man to succeed him. Will vou accept? Henry accepted and again was held in greatest regard by his fellow-soldiers, He proved himself as capable an officer as he had a scout. A short time later, one afternoon, when an encampment of Indians had been defeated and their wigwams set fire to, Henry and a few others heard a noise like that of a child crving. He realized

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THE WHIRLPOOL 15 pine tree. Just as ] was falling back on the ground, FP heard someone eall very loudly, “Frances!” Then all was still for a few moments. When I came to myself, the gypsies were placing me in one of their covered wagons. We rode over a very rough road and T was being bounced dreadfully. After going over the rough road, IT heard one of the gypsy women say, “Now for the water.” At the mention of water [ shivered. T had hardly done so before it seemed as if IT was going to be drowned in ice-water and sink all my troubles, buf TI shouted, “Ouch! ! ” Then T heard my mother say, “Well, I should think it was time you were waking up! ve shaken vou till T can hardly stand, and have given you an ice-cold shower-bath. Come! It's seven o'clock and vou must start for Gray in half an hour.” Frances Cone, ’22 The Impossible I tried to write a poem Once upon a time. T couldi’t get the meter, And J couldn't get the rhyme. T thought Td write a ballad, But [ couldi’t make a verse. And then 1 tried a romance To find my case much worse. My head was growing dizzy: My feet were getting cool; I can’t write no durn ole poem, ’Cause IT never learnt no rule. Winson, 721 The Marriage of the Adriatic When Venice was at the height of her glory, an annual ceremony was performed, which was called “The Marriage of the Adriatic’. On Ascension day the Doge of Venice, in lis ship of state, rode out the Lido canal and dropped into the Adriatic Sea the most beautiful ring that it was possible to secure. The ceremony was very impressive: with the casting of the ring into the sea, the Dog e repeated these