Siskiyou Union High School - White and Gold Yearbook (Weed, CA)

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INTIMATIONS OF LIFE A pirate ship from the East sailed into a lonely bay with only the captain on board. The captain anchored the ship and lowered the boat. He rowed ashore and landed in a sheltered cove. The captain was young and not very tall, but he stood like a small tree in the wind, and his face wore a determined look. He started up the long stretch of lonely beach. First, he hurried, and, then, as he neared the rocks that shut the beach off from the rest of the bay, he lagged as if his boots were too heavy for him. He kicked the sand before him, and the wind caught it and whirled it across the beach. In the rocks at the end of the beach was a cave towards which the young captain was going. As he neared the cave, he glanced around him as if he feared that someone were following him. He stood in the door of the cavern, a cave of mysterious shadows, and he seemed afraid to enter. Before him in the sand were footprints of others who had gone before, but there were no footprints of those who had returned, for they all led into the cave. The captain turned and looked at the sea, his beautiful ship, the golden sand, and the blue waves lapping on the beach. He sighed but turned determinedly to the cave. In the far end of the cave he could see a faint light. He strained his eyes to see further, but shadows stood in the way. That light! It was so beautiful, he could not resist the desire to see what caused itg so he entered the cave and was lost in the darkness. Heaven lies about us in our infancy! Shades of the prison house begin to Close upon the growing Boy, But he beholds the light, and when it flows, He sees it in his joy, The Youth, who daily farther from the East Must travel, still is Nature's priest, And by the vision splendid Is on his way attended- Naomi Ciiiini-,us '34 l,l'l'ktl lliiqfr Srfmol. C:I'llt'l'!II Lifl'l'lll',j Serfiml 1 PAGE 25

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THE LEGEND OF THE SHOOTING STARS Namanaka, the old Indian squaw dozing by the fire, roused herself to look at Makwa. Makwa, who was weaving baskets, said, O Namanaka, my grandmother, cell me the tale of the shooting Stars, for I would know the story. At once the grandmother began her story: Once long ago a little star-boy in the Happy Hunting Ground be- came restless and did not frolic with the rest. He pined his life away and became dimmer and dimmer. At last the Great Spirit-of-the-Shining- Face asked, What is wrong, little star-boy? Oh Great Spirit-of-the-Shining-Face,', he answered, I would visit Earth. Why do you wish to visit this Earth-land?,' Great Spirit, I will tell you. By the sea of Hiawatha, lives a great renowned Chieftain, and his daughter whose beauty is like the glories of the day and night. Her hair is like the raven's plumage, her eyes as soft and gentle as a doe's, her lips as red as scarlet berries. All of these are pleasing to me and my heart beats for her only. Tell me, may I go, Great Spirit?', You may go, my little star-boy,', cried the Great Spirit. joyously the star fell and walked upon the Earth-land. Happily he, his sweethear: courted, wooed her, won her, swore to keep her. But-he cruelly killed her kinsmen. All the redmen were his ene- mies, and the Spirit, greatly angered, called the star-boy for an account- ing. The star-boy, having naught to say, was taken from his bride back to the sky. The angry Spirit caused him to grow dimmer-dimmer. Other star-people wished to visit but the Spirit said to them nay, and, when they, falling, tried to reach the Earth-land, put out their light, extinguished them, punished them for disobeying. Those, my son, are the shooting star-people who try to reach the earth and fail. They grow dimmer-dimmer-fade away into obscurity, punished by the Great Spirit-of-the-Shining-Face. Louise LUNG '36 McCloud High School. Gr'm'rnl Lifvnlry Sc'1'fio17 v PAGE 24

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