Quincy High School - Goldenrod Yearbook (Quincy, MA)

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THE GOLDEN-ROD be a human being and pulling and dragging he got him into the house and closed the door •on the storm without. Soon the Indian, for on •closer inspection John had found it to be one, came around with the aid of hot drinks and blankets and told them the story of his flight through the storm and of his fall within a few feet of the cabin. Thus by the inquisitive- ness of “Boy” was the chief found and res- cued. As the Indian continued to make his home with the Deans, they soon became fast friends. But the following spring had carried off the boy’s mother and then it was that John Dean decided to come east to the Alleghanies with “Boy” and the “Chief.” For two years they had lived in the region of the Smoky Moun- tains, hunting and fishing until one day the Indian scraping away the ground to prepare a place for a trap, unearthed a yellow gleam. Hastily gathering a few handfuls of the earth and marking the location, he went and showed his find to John Dean. They visited the place together and finding a quantity of the yellow grains all around, they made plans for wash- ing it out and collecting it. In a few days they had all the rude implements of a placer miner and set to work. Daily they turned out a few ounces, the Indian working one day and Dean, the other. The one who was not mining would hunt or fish, keeping the camp supplied with food. The precious metal was kept in a canvas bag and hidden in a hollow oak near “No Man’s Creek” about a mile from the camp. The secret was well kept and at the opening of our story, the boy, who was now a lad of six years, had a tidy sum held in trust for him by the Indian and old John Dean. But one day while the camp was deserted, two prospectors came across it. That they saw all they wanted to see and enough to convince them there was gold near, was evident from their actions. They disappeared silently, care- fully covering up their tracks. That night the three comrades were gathered about the fire and their talk turned to the cold. Old Man Dean had a presentiment of coming evil and decided to take the “Boy” and show him the hiding place of the hoard, next day. Suddenly there appeared before them two strangers, dressed in government khaki and carrying surveyors’ instruments. They asked Dean if they might stay with him over night, a request speedily granted. Throwing down their packs they piled their tools and instru- ments inside the cabin. When they returned to the fire, pipes were produced while they told the old man their plans. Before they turned in for the night, it was decided that the Indian should guide them up the side of “Old Baldy” the next day and Dean was left with the “Boy” to carry out his plans free from hindrance. Early the next morning two rough looking men rose from the ground, where they had passed the night, and shaking off the sleep langour, they made their way towards the camp. There they lay in hiding, just outside of the clearing, until first the Indian and the sur- veyors. then John Dean and the “Boy” had gone from the camp. Then crossing the clean- ing they took up the trail of the boy and his father. The Indian by his knowledge of the coun- try was able to get the government men to their destination without loss of time. They set up their instruments while the chief sat nearby smoking and watching. Before setting to work they took a look at the scene spread out before them. To the east and west, moun- tains, valleys, covered with a mass of green, met their eye. They looked through the glass and things became plainer to them. All the while the Indian sat watching, the light in his eyes only revealing the excitement he was re- pressing. The men noting his eager glauces beckoned for him to look. As his eye swept the great expanse of land comprising moun- tains, rivers and valleys awakening to the first touch of spring, his stolidity vanished. Ilis eyes shone an dhis body trembled. Surely this must be some great medicine, he thought. Sud- denly as he looked, his face changed. What

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THE GOLDEN-ROD Base Ball With (his edition of the “Golden Rod” base- ball is with ns. The prospects of a good team are the best in years. In Galvin the team has not only a good ball player, blit an able leader and with the school back of him. he should make a good showing. For the various positions there are back from last year’s team the following: ss., R. Bates; field, Galvin; p.. S. Bates; l.c., Moorhouse; field. Howe; 2b., Murphy. There are also a number of second string men who will make a strong bid for the various positions. Those who are trying for the pitching staff are as follows: S.. Bates, Rice, Brooks, Chap- man. Welch and Poland. For the position of catcher, Moorhouse, Tabb, Barry and Chapman are candidates. Quincy High School has not supported a base- ball team the way it should, and for lack of school backing many good teams have been spoiled. This year with everything in its favor the team will undoubtedly make a good showing if it can only have the support of the school. School spirit. Turn out to the games and cheer. But, make sure it’s cheering and not a private game behind the back-stop or sod sling- ing back of first base. Get together and cheer. Let the team know you’re there. Let them know you’re sure they’ll win. Also, when the score cards come around, if you happen to have a dime, buy one. A team needs financial support as much as anything else. Mr. Ilolbrook has arranged a schedule in which there are a number of home games. Now these cost money. Show your appreciation by turning out well to the games and by financial support. Quincy High in the last two years has gone several notches higher in the ranking among the schools in and about Boston. It’s up to us to keep there. This is a good chance. Show them you can do it. , R. II. M. ’09. Base Ball Schedule April 19 Graduates at Quincy.. April 27 Bridgewater Normal at Bridge- water. April 30 Abington at Quincy. May 4 Everett at Quincy. May 7 Open. May 11 Brockton at Quincy. May 14 Open. May 19 Brockton at Brockton. May 21 Milton at Milton. May 26 Melrose at Quincy. May 28 Dedham at Dedham. June 1 Rockland at Quincy. June 4 Plymouth at Quincy. June 7 Medford at Quincy. June 11 Open. June 15 Dedham at Quincy.

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THE GOLDEN-ROD was it that could move him so terribly? lie had been searching the far away hills with the glass, but he moved it so that it pointed down into the valley and as he looked through it. he saw a terrible scene enacted before his eyes down by ‘'No Man’s Creek. ” He saw Old John Dean stricken by a blow just as he was about to take the gold from its hiding place. He saw. too. that while one of the two men dragged out the treasure, the other picked up the boy and started on a run for the camp. Without a word the Chief turned down the mountain side; faster he went until the rocks rolling under foot failed to keep pace with him in his rapid flight. The men left on the mountain lookd through the transit and saw only poor old Dean’s body huddled against the tree where he had been robbed of his tresaure. So forsaking the glass they turned their atten- tion to the men whom they plainly saw now, and to the Indian keeping up his headlong flight down the mountain side. But before the Chief had covered a third of the distance they saw the men throw the boy into a canoe and paddle off down the river. Knowing that the Indian would give his attention to the robbers they made their way toward the place where Dean was lying. Reaching the camp the “Chief” saw that the men had taken the canoe and headed down the river. Plunging into the rushing waters he quickly crossed with swift, sure strokes to the opposite bank. Around the bend, close under the bank he kept his own light, birch canoe. With a shove he was in midstream. Faster and faster he sped on. his slight craft leaping like a live thing under the impetus of bis powerful strokes. As the morning wore on into the afternoon and miles sped by. the steady flash of his dripping paddle as he dipped it first on one side then on the other, was all that disturbed the peace of the great river. Ever faster went the Indian down the river. Muscles slipped back and forth beneath his bronze skin which was glistening now as the sun shone on the perspiration forced from every pore by his ceaseless working of the paddle. Unbending and doggedly he clung to the trail of the murderers and kidnappers. Near the close of the day he heard ahead of him curses; then the splash of paddles. Re- doubling his efforts until the canoe fairly flew along the darkening waters of the river, he came in sight of their canoe. Swiftly, silently, he bore down upon them, never swerving from his course, always with his straining eyes fixed upon one object, the child, which he could now see lying in the bottom of the canoe. The robbers headed their canoe for the shore but as their craft grounded on an outreaching bar of land, the Indian was upon them. Straight at them he sprang, his light bark ca- reening out into the current under the force of his spring. A flash, a groan. The chief turned to meet the second foe bearing upon him knife in hand. Cat-like they circled each other and then, one silently, the other with a snarl of hate and rage, they grappled. Back and forth, swaying, crashing over the rocky ground, they fought. The “Boy” stood near by, his hands clenched,, his eyes afire. Benumbed he seemed, but sud- denly darting to the side of the fallen man, he snatched the knife from his hand and hastened towards the struggling forms now- growing dim in the dusk. The white man’s strength was fast leaving him, when the Indian, slipping on the smooth stones was taken off his guard. Down came the white man’s knife, but quicker still was the little arm which shot up between the struggling men and buried to the hilt the knife in the murderer’s throat. The downward plunge of the white man’s knife was stopped and as he fell limply against the chief, the Indian flung the body from him far out on the rocks, where it lay an inert mass never more to pollute the pure haunts of nature with its presence. The Indian sank to his- knees and drawing the now trembling boy to him, he held him close with all the tender softness of a mother. The “Chief” had repaid old John Dean’s kindness, long forgotten by all but the Indian, and had revenged his death. And today should you take a trip into the-