Prescott High School - Hassayamper Yearbook (Prescott, AZ)

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THE HASSAYAMPER ‘•Are you sun ho won 1 bite, .lack ( Xo. I hardly think ho is capable of that. Fatty. The two boy's dismounted and quietly approached the seemingly lifeless l)odv. Jack drew from his coat pocket a small straw which ho used for pipe- cleaning and viciously began tickling the ear of the sleeping victim, but with no immediate result. Wonder what’s the matter with the old devil, anyway ' I don’t know. I'm sure, unless lie's-- Holy jumpin' Mackinaw. Jack. hook at the man's face. Why. it’s—it's—it's as blue as the shirt you've got on! W-Whv. I believe the man’s dead and gone to mortifying, sure enough I do. Is he breathing yet ?’’ But there was no need of further explanation. One look at the man's face convinced Jack that the man was dead, or nearly so. and it was now that the extreme coolness and quickness derived from his western life, served him well. In a second his head was at the breast of tin unconscious man. A slight throb was felt. That was enough. The water. Fatty. Jump, quick! That's it. Now get busy, you fool. What’s your college training good for, anyway'i Straighten out the fellow's legs, straighten his arms, get over him. get under his shoulder blades, pump some air into him, quick, quick, for God’s sake, man. Here, you wash his head and neck. I’ll attend to that.” With these few instructions to Fatty, the two boys set earnestly to work to bring, as it seemed to Fatty, a dead man to life. There, his eyes are quivering and his muscles are twitching. Now. hold on to him for dear life. Fatty. That's the idea. In truth, the man was really showing signs of life, and after a few moans and a great convulsion. In opened his eyes, to the extreme delight of .lack and to the utter astonishment of Fatty. Him. Fat. Get those blankets over there, quick. We’ll wrap him up for fear he will get the shivers after coming to. They sat quietly beside the man. both on the alert, for they feared that the man might again have another terrible convulsion. Soon, he raised him- self slightly and made a sign to Jack. Jack approached the man's head and. arranged the cold rags. (io. boy, q-q-quick—sa-sad-saddle-bag—bo-bot-bottle”----- This was all that Jack was able to understand, for the man sank slowly to the ground with a quiver still on his lips But Jack had heard enough. Soon he was at the man's side again with the bottle. The came! driver raised his head slowly towards Jack, and with a sign in the affirmative, reached for the bottle, but again his strength failed him and again he slowly sank to the ground. Jack immediately opened the queer bottle, revealing a svrup-like liquid with a pungent odor. He placed the bottle to the quivering.lips of the camel driver, who. with difficulty, managed to swallow a few mouthsful of the liquid. Then he lay down with seemingly greater comfort, but motioned for the boys to remain. Jack, now finding the camel driver able to talk a little, determined to question him as to the nature of his unconsciousness, for it had indeed greatly I’avre Twenty-Nine

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THE HASSAYAMPER On the Lookout By THOMAS MARKS. To 'W hew ! but it is a hot old day. dark. I wish we would run onto one of those infernal water holes of yours. I'm nearly ready to cash in. “Never mind. Fatty, old hoy. you will soon got acquainted with Arizona's desert climate, and. in truth, that water hole of which you were speakinir is not very far off. This was the trend of conversation between two boys, one the son of the threat cattle king. doe Parks, the other. Raymond Bugsby, his college (•hum and present guest. IJav, or “fatty. as his chum called him. was straight from the city and very much interested in the customs of the western country and its inhabitants. I say. Jack, would you be so kind a- to tell me what that gray blotch on the horizon is? N’o, not that way; over here; now you've got it. Sav, is that honestly the water hole?” Say. fat. il you don t stop talking about that water hole. I'll tie you up right here in the desert and leave you. Do von get me?'5 I m not fooling, «lack. I mean it. Look, don't you see that little streak over there? Look again and see if I'm not right. By Crimenv! I believe you're right. Fatty. I wonder what it can be. anyway.” l oll. why not investigate, .Tack? Haven't we a couple of sturdy 'buck- skins. as you call them, and I'm quite sure it is not too far.’’ Well, anything to please you. old fat heart. Let's go. The boys soon had the little cow ponies shaking their feet as they had not done for a long tilin', and it was not long before they were in sight of that gray blotch or streak. Ha. Hal Hee! ouf ! Oh. (lee! but it s sure funny. Here we've nearly killed these poor horses, just to come in sight of Abbv and his camels. Camels! You don't mean to say. .Jack Parks, as an honest chum and schoolmate, that those are camels over there?” Aye. that they be. fatty, my lad. and the worst set of ‘peskie critters' that Lucie Sam has ever purchased. They are just a darned nuisance to the country.” Well, who would ever think of seeing camels here? Well, what are they used for. anyway. Jack ?” Just this. The desert stretch from San Diego to Yuma was so long and barren that it was impossible for mule teams to make the trip, so Uncle Sam decided to purchase these things to carry his freight. The darned old things have frightened every tame animal in the country, too. But. say. mavbe von would like to meet the driver of this herd. Ile’s'a funny acting old cuss, but lie is interesting, anyway. Come, we will find him.” As the boys approached, the camels seemed very uneasy, but still they made not a move toward stampeding on their arrival. The boys rode quietly around the herd to the far side, and there they discovered the form of a man lying flat on the sand in the shade of a small bush. I guess old Abby's taking his afternoon nap. Let's wake him up. Fatty. What do you say?” Pagf Twenty-Kight

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THE H ASSAYAMPER puzzled both boys. lie slid closer to the side of the man. and in as few words as possible, requested the nature of his near demise. At first the camel driver said not a word, but then, with a frown covering his discolored brow, beckoned both boys to come nearer to him. Then in a voice full of anguish and emotion, as if the terrible ordeal to which he had nearly succumbed had wrecked his very soul, he related the following strange story: T will begin my fearful story (for such it is. indeed) by explaining to you the nature of the family from which 1 sprang, and of the terrible sur- roundings in which 1 was reared. My father. Assuol Hydrioly, in his out- ward appearance was a man of the most noble character and a loyal patriot to his tribe and religion. But at heart he was the lowest type of criminal— thief, murderer and hypocrite. Unfortunately, 1 was brought up under the influence of this terrible being. He made me the instrument of all the criminal deeds by which his victims were made to suffer for his greed for power and wealth. “As my American friends say. ‘Murder will out.' TIis hateful deeds were not to go on forever, and finally, one day there was a reckoning. I was caught open-handed on one of my forced ventures. It was not a petty theft, for which I might have been pardoned; neither was it a crime bv which I migh» have been imprisoned. It was worse. It was the theft of the sacred jewels from the Holy Temple of my people. This was a deed unpardonable in the eyes of my countrymen, and the penalty was death, and death in the worst form obtainable. Death from a poisoned blade. The news of my capture was not long in being carried to my father. He was intensely alarmed at this, not for my sake, but for his own. He feared that I. to save myself, might point out to my people the true instigator of my crime. So at the dead of night, he sneaked to my prison, and by bribing the guards, gained admission to my cell. He advised me to escape, reminding me of the fearful death that was to be inflicted the following day. I took heed to his warning and after lie had left my presence I freed myself from my bonds and made my get-away. “I went straight to my home. There I received the good news that there was a ship sailing soon from a port not more than fifty miles distant. He advised me to seek a passage on this ship and go to some foreign country. This I decided to do and made hurried preparations for my departure. Before leaving, however, my father placed in my hands that queer-looking bottle which you are holding, explaining to me its valuable contents. Then, with a few parting words (they were indeed very few. because my father was very glad to see me leave) I left forever the home under whose outrageous master I had been reared. “I reached the seashore the following day. just in time to sneak mv way to the hold of a large merchant vessel. Weil, many days later I arrived in America. An Arabian, worse than that, an outcast Arabian, and without a solitary English word to my credit. What was mv great pleasure, when I met. in a small seaport, a man of my own nationality, and one who had ac- quired a few words of English. He told me of the proposed project of the United States Government of buying, for freighting purposes across the Arizona desert, a large herd of camels. I was at that time in very sore straits I’rtff» Thirtv