Bloomington High School, The Gothic, 1912, Page 41

Description:	Is destined by the holy gods to be.Shall I let love and pleasure come beforeThe race whose fame will spread from shore to shore?He paused, then said, his voice was clear and true,My conscience tells me that the thing to doIs leave these fated shores and sail from here.Then Anna understood; full many a tearShe wept, and knew that sealed was Didos fate.She then approached the place where Dido sate.All night the sailors plied their busy handsPreparing ships to leave these fated lands.For Mercury had bade Aeneas go,And from the shores of Carthage he should row.And as Aurora brightened all the skyThe queen of Carthage, from her tower on high,Looked out and saw the Trojan sails of white,That, as the sun shone on, were gleaming bright.Oh, Jupiter, she prayed, Let vengeance fallUpon this Trojan race, each one and all.Then to her sister Anna, Dido said,Come, sprinkle holy water oer my head;Prepare the snow-white bulls for holy fire;Prepare with pine and oak the funeral pyre.Her sister Anna, wondering, obeyed.And when the pyre was finished, Dido said,Though unavenged I die, oh, let me go;My rest and peace Ill find in shades below.She spake and from her garment drew a sword;Then weeping of the women rose on high:The noise and clamor echoed to the sky.And Juno, pitying Didos sacrifice,Sent Iris down to cut the thread of life.* * * *Meanwhile, Aeneas on his lofty shipDid start, his face grew white and pale his lip,For, wafted on the gentle breeze, a cry,A wailing cry, resounding to the sky.The groans grew lound; he mingled tears with theirsThen with a prayer dispelled his cares.The ship recedes, the wails grow dim, a hillOf water hides the land and all is still.CHRISTIANA MOORE, 13.The Christmas at NulatoWill there ever be another such winter as cursed Alaskain 1891? The very ocean froze from Nome to Point Barrow.The Yukon was a highway of dog-trains from Dawson Cityto its mouth. And tiny Nulato which struggled for ex-istence out in the midst of the bleak wilderness well nighsuccumbed to the Winter and the Night. Trembling Nulatowhose straggling huts clung to the cliff cowered down be-tween the awful peaks and shivered. Pitiful Nulato shiv-ered not from the cold, altho the mercury froze in the bulb,but from the dread, the prolonged fear of the avalanche.And now a new terror stalked silently among the peo-ple. Famine whispered hoarsely in their ears and con-Page Forty-one
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