6 ACORN this child of the wilderness understood him. He doubted her. She turned away from him and buried her head in her hands. For awhile there was silence. Then he said, "We must leave here tonight. You must not return to them. Kaomi, our dreams will yet be realized. When we are out of this wilderness you will be safe forever "Do you mean it? All you have said?" she asked. "As true as you are here I do," he answered. But did he mean it? He asked himself that question and his soul answered "no." He thought of his home and the girl who waited his return. Was this Indian girl to creep between him and his promises? After all what was this girl of the wood to him? He had been captivated by her natural grace and beauty. When this piece of surveyor's work was done he would return home no one would know, and as for the girl These thoughts were interrupted by Kaomi. With something of that wonderful intuition, bestowed by the Creator upon all women, she had divined his secret. Now she realized that there was a barrier between them, that her race was inferior to his. She pointed to the distant east. "Go," she said, "The red man kill you. Sun God say so. Go over hills. White man's people call. Me go to red man." "And death?" he asked. She nodded. He stood as if transfixed. The vengeance of the Indian was hanging over him. He knew he could no longer find concealment in the woods. The girl had showed him the only way to escape to go over the mountains. It was his only hope to follow it meant safety, home, and Marie. Again he thought of the girl and turned. Already she was returning. "Kaomi, Kaomi," he cried and the woods took up the call, but she did not answer. "What greater love is there than this?" he asked himself when he realized her sacrifice. And Kaomi, what did she think as she returned through the darkness. She knew that death awaited her, but she welcomed rather than feared it. As the boat touched the rocky pier, the girl saw her father approaching, but she did not stir. "Where is the white man?" he asked in his native language. "He has gone to his own people," she answered. The anger blazed from the chief's eye when he learned that she had warned the white man instead of inducing him to return with her. He sprang forward with raised weapon. There was a low cry as the girl fell backward into the deep, dark water. The moon beams still played upon the silent lake and the boat drifted on. BECKY, '12. ACORN 7 At Weber We've a modern, first-class school, Here at Weber. She's a leader, as a rule, Good old Weber. Idleness we shun and hate, We work early, yes, and late, Solving problems intricate, Here at Weber. We've a splendid faculty, Here at Weber. Teaching in felicity, Here at Weber. Some have gone this year we learn, Letters of degree to earn, But in time they'll all return, Back to Weber. Our athletic boys rank high, Here at Weber. We've seen champion pennants fly. Here at Weber. Coach McKay says: "Work with vim." So we'll all join hands with him. Boosting, till we get that gym, Here at Weber. Yes, we've reason to be proud, Here at Weber, Of our happy, loyal crowd, Here at Weber. Keep your spirit up, I say, Grow more loyal every day, Nine loud 'rahs for W. A., Dear old Weber. S. A. P., '11.