Willard Middle School - Target Yearbook (Berkeley, CA)

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The Shattered Arrow HE Grand Canyon of the Tuolumne River is a great canyon with walls from fifteen hundred to two thousand feet high. The great glacier which carved it out of solid granite has polished its sides and bottom so that they reflect like a mirror, and, naturally, are very slippery. The Tuolumne River which runs at the bottom of its canyon tumbles over falls and occasionally glides through flowery glens. In one o f the cascades the river runs down a steep incline of smooth solid granite, and makes falls which look very shallow and easy to cross, but which, in fact, are very hard to pass over because of the shpperiness and the rushing water. These falls are called by the Americans Water Wheel Falls, because of the peculiar formation which makes the water dash into the air and look like a wheel. The California Indians call them Bounding Deer Falls, because once a buck, hard pressed, crossed the falls. One summer, before the coming of the white man, a tribe of Cali- fornia Indians was encamped in the largest glen of the canyon. The Indian camp was large, for Bounding Deer Canyon afforded a good camp site and was full of game. The camp must have contained three hundred lodges. Between these lodges some women were tanning skins and others were going about their household work. Most of the warriors were hunting, although a few were in camp to protect it from an unexpected attack. At the beginning of the evening, the men came in, singly or in groups, carrying deer, fowl, and one had a cinnamon bear. In one of the groups was White Raven, a prominent young man of the tribe, because he was fair, brave, and a good hunter. He carried a five prong buck. After him came Bear Claws, a young man, who looked at White Raven with envious eyes when he compared his little doe to the other ' s fine buck. They went to their respective lo dges to have their mothers cut up the deer they had brought in, for butchery was squaws ' work. Bear Claws took some of the best meat of his doe and carried it to a lodge that was a little apart from the center of the camp. It was where Eyes-of-the - Fawn lived with her mother. Eyes-of-the-Fawn ' s father had died and she and her mother lived with the tribe, largely depending on generous hunters or admirers of Eyes-of-the-Fawn. When Bear Claws had hung the meat at her door, he retired behind a lodge to see her take it. But soon he saw White Raven come and hang his gift of choice meat at her door and retire. Soon Eyes-of-the-Fawn came out and looked at the meat. Al- though she had not seen those who had placed it there, she knew by the

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Spring Day in the Woods It was Spring Day in the woods, The animals all with care Dressed up in colorful costumes — Even the gruff old bear. The king sat on his great big throne Surveying the colorful scene. Beneath him sang the birds and bees Who laughed and played on the green. Then a band of musical crickets Struck up a lively tune, Which started the animals dancing. The crow danced with the coon. When the gay dancing had ended, They all formed in a line And marched beneath the cool green trees Ere they sat down to dine. The animals were very hungry, So they proceeded to lunch. The frogs ate bottled up flies, While the birds drank glasses of punch. The frogs did some marvelous diving Which amused the rest of the crowd. Then a bird sang some very sweet solos And was praised till she was quite proud. When the sun began to sink in the west, They homeward wended their way. So Spring Day ended for this year To come again next May. — ENID CLAYTON.

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quality of the meat who had left it. She took White Raven ' s gift and left Bear Claw ' s meat hanging there. Bear Claws was very angry and said : I will get White Raven, and put him out of my way. Three days later, Bear Claws saw that Eyes-of-the-Fawn pre- ferred White Raven to him. Many times he saw her smile at his rival and once he saw them talking together. But not once did she pay any attention to him. On the fourth day, Eyes-of-the-Fawn went to the river for water, and White Raven followed her and met her in a secluded part of the path. My darling Eyes-of-the-Fawn, meet me at the Great Rock when the moon rises over the cliff, he said. She looked shyly down but nodded her head. When the moon rose over Great Rock that night, Eyes-of-the-Fawn was on top of it. Bear Claws, coming back from a late hunting trip, saw the figure and as he knew the rock was a rendezvous for lovers, he was convinced that the figure was White Raven. All the hate flared up in Bear Claws and he remembered what he had vowed four days ago. He said to himself that he would end White Raven now and that persons would think that he had been killed by some wandering enemy. So he strung his bow and put his best arrow on the string. Just then the figure stood up and walked slowly down the rock. Bear Claws drew the arrow to the head and let it go. Eyes-of-the-Fawn, while sitting on the rock, sensed that White Raven was near so she stood up and slowly walked down the rock. Just as Bear Claws loosed his arrow, her foot, wetted by the dew, came in contact with the extremely smooth places in the granite that the glacier had worn many ages ago. Her foot slipped and she fell, while the messenger of death whirred over the place where she had been and shat- tered itself on the granite floor. Oh, my darling, are you hurt? What has happened? White Raven cried. Pursue him, pursue him. It was the dog Bear Claws who tries to love me. I saw him as I fell. He went to the westward. White Raven was gone in a flash. He was a good tracker and could see Bear Claws ' trail. Bear Claws went to the westward, down the canyon toward Bounding Deer Falls. White Raven gained on Bear Claws steadily and was scarce one- half mile away from the falls. Bear Claws would either have to make a stand at the falls or try to cross them. He decided to do the latter, for