Washougal High School - Kaiyawi Yearbook (Washougal, WA)

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egg W A A fqfaunomwk Will I find surcease from sorrow? Quoth the raven, Nevermore. Startled at the stillness broken, By reply so aptly spoken, lloubtless, said he, what it utters, Is its only stock and store. Then his thoughts ran fast and faster 3 As he viewed, far from disaster, When his weary soul t'rom schoolbooks And from toiling, high should soar' 7 Then as if his thoughts divining, That old bird, so black and shinin 5 With his voice so nearly whining, Quoth, so sadly, Nevermore. Then with voice so tired and weary, ,Twas ages since it had been cheery, He asked the question which had puzzled His poor soul so long before: Raven, said he, good or evil, Wiser still if man or devil, Can you tell if this semester I will make my grade once more? Quoth the raven, Nevermore. And the raven, never flitting, Still is sitting. still is sitting, Un the old, worn dictionary There beside his chamber door, And the student still is working, As the wee small hours of midnight Pass, to come hack-Nevermorc. HAZEI. NICKEL, 'l8. Stevensorfs Inland Voyage Owing to the condition of his health, Robert Louis Stevenson was compelled to be out of doors a great deal. For this reason he and a companion, who was also fond of out-door life, agreed to take a voyage in canoes from Antwerp to Paris, which was indeed a slow and venturesome undertaking. Nevertheless, well equipped, and full of enthusiasm. Stevenson and his companion set out, following the zigzagging course of the Scheldt. The departure from Antwerp was undoubtedly the most dangerous part of their voyage, t'or on a large river filled with the traffic of a busy city, little canoes are indeed frail and treacherous objects to control. However, the two men guided them safely through the confusion, and soon they were among the green hills of the countryside, with only an occasional barge to remind them that they were still in a district of human habitation.

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mmomah is A l soon noticed two other ducks, apparently hens, farther down the stream. They were making their toilet, beating their wings upon the water, dipping their heads down to throw the water over themselves, and uttering now and then a satisfied quack, quack! I could not but be impressed with the thought that Nature, ever watchful, had these creatures in her keeping, Presently the hens ceased their preening and washing of feathers and started upstream. l made a stir among the shrubbery, to come out nearer the water's edge. Suddenly the drake uttered a cry so strange and unexpected that it startled me. The two hens dove down at the warning, not to reappear, for they seemed to have swam over beneath the low branches of the willows. The drake himself took no further concern. He glided slowly upstream as calmly as before. lt puzzled me why he had given the hens warning of danger, but seemed to take no notice himself. After several minutes, when he was well upstream, the same weird call was repeated. The hens immediately eame out t'rom their hiding place, to swim out to the middle of the stream, where they began diving for small trout. Appar- ently they were little disturbed by my intrusion upon their quiet solitude. R Soplfs Lament' Once upon a midnight dreary A Sophomore pondered, weak and weary, Over problems many another Had to toil upon beforeg As he worked there, nearly napping, Suddenly there came a tapping, As ol' someone gently rapping. ltapping at the chamber door, Merely this and nothing more. Ah, distinctly he remembered, How his soul had been dismemhered, As each separate unsolved problem Flashed before him, tinged with fore. Uh, how he did dread the morrow, Life was cheerless, all was sorrow. lfach sad day did only harrow His poor work-worn soul the more. XVould it last forevermore'? Presently his soul grew stronger. Hesitating then no longer, Open wide he lung the shutter, Help from Heaven to imploreg Hut behold! in stepped a raven, And the Soph., who was no craven, Asked that grim and ghastly raven From the night's Ptutonian shore: Raven, said he, some tomorrow

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ee - A V aamommk eeee ee eeee Each night was to be spent in some village. The little hamlet of Boom was their destination the first night. Here, much to their surprise, they t'ound easy-going, self-satisfied, ignorant people, very different from those in the city they had so recently left. aThis was only the first of several similar cir- cumstances with which they were confronted during their journey. Stevenson and his companion had scarcely realized what the life of the country folk would be, and in several of these remote villages, especially in Belgium, they were regarded so superstitiously that frequently they were even denied the night's lodging. The two travelers were scrutinized by the peasants, called peddlers, and, as a rule, told that they could not be accommodated at their respectable inns. However, after having stood a great deal of humiliation at being termed ped- dlers, an incident occurred at one of the towns on the Oise that greatly im- pressed them. A peddler and his family stopped over night at the same inn with Stevenson and his friend. They were treated much better than any other lodgers. Altho' all food was crude enough, the peddler and his family were favored with tough beefsteak and warmed-over potatoes, while their com- panions were given only common bread-berry. After this they did not feel so disg'aced at being termed peddlers, and drank their wine with the host taccording to customj as if they were fully aware of their position. Nevertheless, many times they were forced to ga from place to place seeking lodging. One rainy, dark night, tired and soaked to the skin, they presented themselves at an inn door, where the appetizing odors of juicy meats ard steaming breads tempted them almost beyond endurance, but supperless, they were turned away to search further on the dreary streets. Nevertheless, finding shelter somewhere, they always started the day in a fresh, happy spirit, in spite of the rain and other diseomforts. Stevenson became quite infatuated with the quiet, contented life on the canals, especially the Sambre and Oise Canals. To see the fresh, clean, little houses hedecked with flowers with smoke rising from the chimneys, and children playing about the doors, so appealed to him that he was reluctant to leave the canals. His fascination for this easy-going sort of life was increased hy a visit on board one of the canal boats. Going down the Oise was not an easy task, for either locks, siphons or some other impediment continually inter- rupted their progress. In one place the water of the stream was almost entirely taken by various mills, and the travelers were compelled to disembark and shove the canoes before them. Trees and bushes were often lying partly or wholly across the stream. A tree in the latter position once threw Stevenson out of his canoe, causing him a great deal of exertion before he gained dry land again. He had tho't that if he laid down in the canoe it would drift under the tree sal'ely. However, he miscalculated, l'or a branch of the tree caught his coat and overbalanced the canoe, which, freed of its load, went spinning down the stream. So continued their journey down the Oise towards Paris. Perhaps even more mishaps than pleasures accompanied this pair. A great many of these were due to the fact hat they did not present a favorable appearance for for- eigners, and had to suffer the consequence. Nevertheless, they were optimistic throughout, and felt upon returning to the city life that they had been in an- other corner of the world, the memories of which, pleasant and otherwise, would long remain with them. Rl-IODA HENION, '17-