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THE NORMAL RECORD.
A little girl came running through the crowd
and said: "Oh, the poor little fawn; why
don't you let it go ? The ropes have cut its
legs and they are all swollen." Then she ran
away, saying, "I'm going to get papa to
make them turn it loose." She soon returned
with her father, and after some consultation
I was sold to him for a bag of money and
taken to his home. There they put a collar
around my neck, and fastening me with a
rope, loosed my feet. I tried to get up but
could not. " Poor thing," said the little girl,
"it's feet are sore," and she petted me and
stroked my head, for which I was very grateful, for she seemed to be my only friend. My
feet soon became well again and I tried many
times to break my rope and get away. The
little girl used to bring me sugar and many
other nice things to eat, and would bring her
friends to see me. Oh, how I longed to get
away and go back to my home in the cool
mountains, but I could not. One day the
little girl quarreled with a friend who had
come to see her, and in a fit of anger he
came out and cut the rope up close to my
collar to get even with her. How glad I was
to be free again! I stole quietly away until
out of sight of the place, and then ran as fast
as I could across the plain. I heard shouts
behind me, and looking back saw men on
horses coming after me. They tried to catch
me with long ropes, but I managed to get
away from them and to escape to the hills
again. It was a long time before I found
any of my friends and when I did I went back
to the little lake in the mountains. But my
mother was not there, and I have never been
able to find her since. I never go to the
valley in the winter now, but stay in the
region of the hot springs, which are near the
foot of the snowy peaks just to the north of
my little lake. Sometimes it gets very cold,
but I get near to one of the springs and lie
down, and the heat of the water drives the
cold away. The only way to be safe from
man is to stay away from his haunts ; but
they say that he is now coming up even into
the high mountains and making homes. What
shall we do when they have settled all the
mountains ? I guess we will have to give up
and be killed and known no more, like our
cousins of the plains, the dear buffaloes.
Hard-hearted man! when wilt thou rise
above the cruelty and oppression which seems
instilled into thy very bones, aud better
understand thy God, thyself and nature ?
Discontent a Progressive Principle.
WILL H. EASTMAN.
" Progress, man's distinctive mark alone.
Not God's, and not the beast's ; God is, they are,
Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be."
— Robert Browning.
WITH the poet Browning we believe that
" Man partly is, and wholly hopes to
be," not only " wholly hopes to be," but is
gradually, step by step, climbing and surmounting the almost perpendicular heights
of being. 'Tis true this being is gained only
through long ages of study and scientific
research.
In all the study and research necessary to
advance the human cause, arise many points
that are unsettled and remain a source of
discontent to the scientists and philosophers.
This discontent leads to doubt, doubt to a
search for the truth and through this chain
comparatively great progress is made.
Let us glance back over the history of the
world and pick out a few instances in which
discontent urged a people to migrate to a
portion of the globe more favorable to them.
Why was it that the Israelites desired to
leave Egypt ? Was it because of a desire to
possess lands ? We feel confident that we
can say no, that was not their reason. Was
it not discontent ; discontent with their
masters ?
Why did the ancient Romans drive out the
proud Jarquins from Rome and establish a
republic ? WTe can see their discontent in all
their many changes made in the governmental institutions. How much needed the
revolution was, may be judged from its far
reachjng results—results reaching and even
influencing our own national life. Although
we to-day are many hundreds of years higher
up in the scale of time.
We still have our senate first evolutionized
from the ruins of a corrupt monarchy by the
Object Description
| Title | The Normal Record. November 1898 |
| Original Date | 1898-11 |
| Description | The Record. Published by the Associated Students of Chico State College. |
| Creator | Chico State College |
| Location of Original | Archives |
| Call Number | LD723 C57 |
| Digital Collection | The Record: Chico State Yearbook Collection |
| Digital Repository | Meriam Library, California State University, Chico. |
| Description-Abstract | The Record served as both a student magazine and a commencement program for Chico Normal School. In the year 1898, it was published almost monthly. |
| Date Digital | 2013 |
| Language | eng |
| Rights | For information on the use of the images in this collection contact the Special Collections Department at 530.898-6342 or email: specialcollections@csuchico.edu |
| Format | image/tiff |
| Filename | index.cpd |
Description
| Title | 1898_11_NormalRecord.008 |
| Original Date | 1898-11 |
| OCR- Transcript | THE NORMAL RECORD. A little girl came running through the crowd and said: "Oh, the poor little fawn; why don't you let it go ? The ropes have cut its legs and they are all swollen." Then she ran away, saying, "I'm going to get papa to make them turn it loose." She soon returned with her father, and after some consultation I was sold to him for a bag of money and taken to his home. There they put a collar around my neck, and fastening me with a rope, loosed my feet. I tried to get up but could not. " Poor thing," said the little girl, "it's feet are sore," and she petted me and stroked my head, for which I was very grateful, for she seemed to be my only friend. My feet soon became well again and I tried many times to break my rope and get away. The little girl used to bring me sugar and many other nice things to eat, and would bring her friends to see me. Oh, how I longed to get away and go back to my home in the cool mountains, but I could not. One day the little girl quarreled with a friend who had come to see her, and in a fit of anger he came out and cut the rope up close to my collar to get even with her. How glad I was to be free again! I stole quietly away until out of sight of the place, and then ran as fast as I could across the plain. I heard shouts behind me, and looking back saw men on horses coming after me. They tried to catch me with long ropes, but I managed to get away from them and to escape to the hills again. It was a long time before I found any of my friends and when I did I went back to the little lake in the mountains. But my mother was not there, and I have never been able to find her since. I never go to the valley in the winter now, but stay in the region of the hot springs, which are near the foot of the snowy peaks just to the north of my little lake. Sometimes it gets very cold, but I get near to one of the springs and lie down, and the heat of the water drives the cold away. The only way to be safe from man is to stay away from his haunts ; but they say that he is now coming up even into the high mountains and making homes. What shall we do when they have settled all the mountains ? I guess we will have to give up and be killed and known no more, like our cousins of the plains, the dear buffaloes. Hard-hearted man! when wilt thou rise above the cruelty and oppression which seems instilled into thy very bones, aud better understand thy God, thyself and nature ? Discontent a Progressive Principle. WILL H. EASTMAN. " Progress, man's distinctive mark alone. Not God's, and not the beast's ; God is, they are, Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be." — Robert Browning. WITH the poet Browning we believe that " Man partly is, and wholly hopes to be," not only " wholly hopes to be," but is gradually, step by step, climbing and surmounting the almost perpendicular heights of being. 'Tis true this being is gained only through long ages of study and scientific research. In all the study and research necessary to advance the human cause, arise many points that are unsettled and remain a source of discontent to the scientists and philosophers. This discontent leads to doubt, doubt to a search for the truth and through this chain comparatively great progress is made. Let us glance back over the history of the world and pick out a few instances in which discontent urged a people to migrate to a portion of the globe more favorable to them. Why was it that the Israelites desired to leave Egypt ? Was it because of a desire to possess lands ? We feel confident that we can say no, that was not their reason. Was it not discontent ; discontent with their masters ? Why did the ancient Romans drive out the proud Jarquins from Rome and establish a republic ? WTe can see their discontent in all their many changes made in the governmental institutions. How much needed the revolution was, may be judged from its far reachjng results—results reaching and even influencing our own national life. Although we to-day are many hundreds of years higher up in the scale of time. We still have our senate first evolutionized from the ruins of a corrupt monarchy by the |
