Saltus Grammar School - Yearbook (Hamilton, Bermuda)

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My Escape. I went to Spain about the month of November, 1935, to take some photos of different things in Madrid. One day, when I was taking a photo of a warship, I happened to glance out of the corner of my eye, and saw some Spanish soldiers coming towards me. Suddenly they all rushed upon me and captured me. They tied my hands behind my back and m.arched me off to prison on suspicion of my being a spy. When they had put me in a cell, they all marched off, feeling very pleased with them- selves for capturing one whom they thought to be a spy, to tell the captain of the guard. While all this was happening, I was gradually, getting a loose bar away from the socket in the little square vv indow. At last I had it out, and, just as I started to crawl out, I heard the tramp of about five men coming to see me, so I grabbed the iron bar which I had taken out and fitted it in again so that no one would notice it. Just as I had finished, a big fat man came in and said something that sounded like, Chamcohtein et htoinghorah tghaurze , and something else that sounded worse. At last the big fat man went out and everybody else went with him, so that I had another chance of escape, and I took it too. I took the iron bar out and climbed through the window, and, as it was night time with hardly anyone in the streets, I escaped quite easily. I made for the docks where my warship was (or rather the warship in which I was cruising), ran aboard her and told the captain that I had been captured by some Spaniards who suspected me of spying. The captain told me not to worry. The next morning, when I woke up, it was broad daylight and the sound of gunfire came to my ears. I put on my clothes and rushed up on deck, where I was met by an officer who told me that they were being attacked by a Spanish warship, and that we were winning so far. At last a deafening roar was heard, and one of our 18 guns went off, and the other warship, with a lurch, went to the bottom in the sight of her own country. Seizing our chance, we put on full speed for Bermuda, and after two weeks and three days arrived at our destination. H. P. WATLINGTON. 15

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to three cowboys, go and meet the Rostons and show them the way here. The three cowboys dashed off through the snow on their horses. About half an hour later, the Sheriff could dimly make out a party of horsemen approaching. The party consisted of the cowboys the Sheriff had sent and Jack Roston the owner of the Hotspur ranch and his family. Suddenly, when they were about a hundred yards away, a knife whizzed through the air and buried itself in Jack Roston ' s heart. He fell dead. The Sheriff seeing Roston fall, leapt on his horse and galloped up. What in Sam Hill has happened? he ejaculated. Cowley explained, I think the knife came from that direction , he added, point- ing. Then come on cried the Sheriff Pick up that torch which Roston was carrying, one of you , he added Bossen seized the blazing torch and the four galloped away. They had ridden about four miles when they saw something ahead that looked like a terrific fire. Is it a forest fire, Chief? asked Higley. No , replied the Sheriff, The rogue has set the bridge across Shelton Gully on fire. We ' ll have to jump it. The cowboys gasped in amazement. Shelton Gully was a deep gully sixty miles long and fifty yards wide. But chief , began Rossen. We ' ll have to jump it , repeated the Sheriff, and we ' re going to jump it, if all the United States Army tries to stop us. The little party was now about ten yards away from Shelton Gully. Even the Sheriff began to feel nervous. Then a distant hail, which brought back all his courage, reached his ears. You ' re wasting time. Sheriff. You can ' t catch me. It ' s Mike Ruff, the man who always escaped me! cried the Sheriff. The cowboys forgot their fear. They tensed — and their horses jumped to land safely. The murderer, who thought that the Sheriff would give up when he saw the burning bridge, leapt on his horse and tried to escape. But his horse was tired and in a few minutes the Sheriff ' s party caught up. Crack! Crack! The murderer was determined not to be caught easily. But the fates were against him. His horse was killed and he was taken prisoner. As soon as the Sheriff and his prisoner arrived, the fore- man of the ranch came and spoke to him. Well, it ' s a good thing you ' ve caught Mike Ruff. We shan ' t have any more stolen cattle now. Oh, by the way, Roston isn ' t dead. Just wounded in the left shoulder. Thank goodness for that, said the Sheriff. B. TOVEY. 14

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My Island. My Island is about five miles away from shore. It has a lovely beach on the south side, and it is rocky on the east and west sides; my house is on the north side. I have a motor boat in which I go to town and back once a day. The Island is in the shape of a fish-hook, so that, right in front of the house, I have a harbour, in which I keep my boat. I have built a boat- house, and I put the boat there on stormy nights, although there are beautiful cedar trees all round the Island which protect it from the wind. I have a lovely view of town and boats often pass near the Island. I usually get up in the morning about six o ' clock and go to my beach for a swim. Then I get my breakfast. After break- fast I go down to the harbour, get my boat and go to town, which takes about ten to fifteen minutes. I get the groceries, and pick up a friend or two, and then come home. We put on our bathing suits and go down to the beach. One day, after spending the morning like that, in the after- noon we went exploring on the island. We started towards the east, went through some tall cedar trees for about ten minutes, and then came to some prickly thicket. We managed to get through this with a few scratches, but all was well, and we went on. Reaching the top of a hill, we saw a ship in distress. At first we thought that we would get my motor boat and see what was the trouble, but then we saw a big tender going to help. We went down a big slope on the other side of the hill, and when we reached the bottom, we sat down and talked for a while, watching the ship as it was tovv ed to shore. By this time it was getting on for five o ' clock, so we started back. When we arrived we got in the motor-boat, and I took my friends home. Then I came back and I put the boat up for the night. PENISTON JONES. 0 The Women. Women set strange barricades Against the cannon ' s thunder. Muffles at the window To keep out death and plunder, 16