Stadium High School - Tahoma Yearbook (Tacoma, WA)

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THE. TAHOMA I3 Q iii, ,Q li. 1 ,ixiiiw The Knight of the lVlarsh RUTH WAHLBERG 'I6 I ,K I. i WILIGHT shadows were stealing over the ridge, but far out on the marsh lffmlf the yellow fields still caught and held the sunlight. Soon dusk would shroud alike the marsh and hill, a silvery crescent moon would glide from the horizon, and the stars, one by one, would come peeping out from the depths of the sky. Now only the hoarse croaking of the frogs and the occasional twitter of a sleepy bird broke the stillness. A little form huddled on a stump near the edge of the ridge and listened intently, straining every nerve, for the thud of a horse's hoofs on the wind- ing road below. The frogs suddenly ceased their raucous discord, and nearer and nearer, in rich, vibrant tones, came the words: Oli sliladows iliai lengthening steal, Over the plain and the hill, Oh night-eyes ilial wilness my flight, Guide this lone numd'rer still. The boy waited until the powerful black horse had ascended the hill, then climbed to his feet on the stump, raised his arms and was swung up in front of the rider. Well, lad, and how is it with you the night? Any big stones in the pathway that a little knight couldn't lift? The man smiled down into the tremulous little face, and grasped the two fluttering little hands in his own hard, horny ones. It's Brindle, sir. All the other cows are home, but I can't find Brindle. And Pap Jawn'll scold me if I don't bring her. I-le's awful mad. Pap jawn is. The Big Knight smiled reassuringly but his keen blue eyes grew keener, and his arms tightened about the slen- der little Hgure. You ought to have a bell for Brindle, ladg 'twould be easy to find her then. Pap jawn says he won't put no bells on his cows, with all his fences needin' to be fixed and nothin' to fix 'em with. The Big Knight said nothing, but his face was grave as he turned into his own cabin yard, and without dis- mounting, took a lantern from a shelf on the wall and lighted it. We'll find Brindle, and then come back for some supper before we go