Sabattus High School - Yearbook (Sabattus, ME)

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.. .........- ... .. I . J . 5 5-'. -1 ag1lkaa.'f . XX: .,,k:,. is K. .t,..z,-JT. It ra . ...Q d, 4 - E .ff P .w - A Journey Through Hills and Woods I had walked across the old bridge and had climbed the green hill on the other side to the edge of the woods. Here for a while I rested, gazing out over the beautiful blue lake below and to the woods beyond. But I did not remain here long, for something deep in my heart was discontented as I gazed at the beckoning woods. So presently I rose and moved on up the hill past the place where the meadow ended and the woods began. Here a narrow trail entered the woods, filled with wild flowers, green, sturdy-looking ferns, and the slenderest filament of emerald moss. The most beautiful tint of sun- light shone on the shadowed ground, sunlight that is so essential to the wood's beauty. I had taken this journey to see what new secrets the wood held for me. That it had a secret I was certain. All dim, beautiful, unknown woodland places have one, to be found by persons who think secrets are worth searching for. As I roamed along the narrow wood path, the majesty of the mighty trees became in my mind an actual presence--an unseen presence, but so vividly felt that every part of my being was aware of this presence. lt seemed to me that it was watching my every step and movement. So strong was this feeling within me that I stopped and stood motionless for a few minutes. A sound or movement at this time I felt would be fatal. For I could feel within me, by this time, a ghostly fear. Then suddenly, as I waited, a loud wild sound rang out in the distance. It startled me, but its effect was not so bad as I had anticipated. I knew instantly that it was the cry of a pheasant. Although I couldn't see this bird, its presence thrilled me. Being very curious, I was soon searching the part of the woods from which the cry came. After a few minutes' hunt my search came to an end, for directly in front of me and not far off, perched on a big limb, I could see the old fellow. Thus, I found my first secret on this journey. As I wandered on, the cracking of boughs, shrubs, and twigs under my feet and the sound of the wind frolicking in the trees all caught my ear and called my attention. Here and there I could hear the chirp of small birds as they hopped from bough to twig.

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Thus, on I journeyed until the last gleam of sunset faded and there came a sudden brightness in the east, with a ring of gold color surround- ing the edge of the heavens. For an instant the lonely woodland lay still as sleep. Then from the wet thickets frogs croaked, and whippoorwills peeled out their strange song. Over and over agrin the night bird repeated his triple notes. After this, there cime the ghostly call of the owl in the distance. I 1 uAiZ'L1l'I1E3d home that evening with a swelling in my heart as I thought of all the forest friends I had seen on this wonderful journey. Arlene Newbegin 'Ll From the Yesr's Literature Classes: Selected Quotations USprinkle cool patience on the heat of temper.u Not .whit we give, but what we share, For the gift without the giver is bare. Character is higher than intellect. Detested sport, that owes its pleasure to another-'s pain- if This above all,-to thine own self be true 4242, I And it must follow, as the night the day, lk 1 3,53 Thou csnst not then be false to any men. . !g3qi aug Ay words fly un, my thoughts remain belowr- 1 . ' H Words without thoughts never to heaven g0.n MQ' E 4 For-l d eds strike the :four worst. pt Riff' WTh1s wus the noblest Roman of them all! .R CiiiL'--N- His life was gentle, and the elefnents so miX'd in hi. That Nature might stand up and say to all the world, fa Il This was animal' Some books are to be tested, others to be swallowed, end some Few to be chewed and digested.n ln small proportions we just bezguties seeg ,ind in short measures life meg' perfect be. fy' 4 . . . . I W, f MXH -4 . .L swing on, as one in Cl dream,-I swing Hitt ' Down the airy hollows, I shout, I sing! 4 K diyy The world is gone like on empty word: fyllk iii: b0fXY's bough in the r'indSf'3f heart a bird 2 Ie:,,.' N-s,,, , 1, 5,124 .- X.,-x... ,. av '- '