Mountaineer, Winter 1947

AUVJULLViJU jjpf 7 mountaineer Published by the Students of Montane State University ’ Volume 5 Number 2 > Wintef' 1947 Price 35c STADI YAZHO AND THE VOICE, PAVELICH; GRAMMAR LESSON, PERKINS; LEAGUES OF FRIGHTENED MEN, MEADOWS; POETIC TRAN SCRIPTIONS FROM MELVILLE'S MOBY DICK, j ROONEY; CAVE-IN, GADBOW; EVICTED, CUPP; A MEASURE OF SAND, KARLIN; THE m o tiv es o f t h e w o l f , s l a g e r ,* b e l s e n - SYNONYM FOR HELL, CHAPIN; ORGANIZED RECREATION, DELANEY; HARD TO SEE t h in g s, p a t t i s o n . 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That Staroj Grad, over the fear, rooted in their hearts, came ■ dark lonely mountains heavy with to blossom in the songs that they wood and filled with the strange sing; heavy songs that speak of monsters of the old women’s tales, loneliness, of death and strange ' are the Romany-like people and ness. In their hearts the fear is their flat land. To the south, hid- manifest in sadness and love of r den away in tiny valleys, are the tiny villages of whitewashed cot f children of no race in particular— tages from where their souls the Slavs that have white skin and spring. wear the same clothes as do the Now this is the story of one ^cat of the nation but who bow in Stadi Yazho who had the fear in the morning and in the evening to his heart. This is the story of one a tall brick and clay tower. These who came home to die. are the bastard children of the land of the South Slavs—Moslem in <( Zdravo Srbi!” Greetings Ser heart and Slav in soul. bians. The voice was weak and uncertain at first. The villagers of Staroj Grad, the Komanys of the plains and the fol f( Zdravo Srbi!” and the ghost of lowers of the Koran, however far Kraljavich Marko was felt as he apart, are still Slavs with the rode away to Kossovo. Isame loves, the same hates and the “Zdravo Srbi!” and the old men same fears. in the village, the ones that had fol They have known fear from the lowed Kralja Petar, growled back earliest beginnings of their exist their greeting. ence until the days of now. Their This was the boy king Peter and liear is a strange thing. It is in he was like the child awakened spired by the tales of the old from a sound sleep. Five days Iv'omen who speak in hushed voices ago, Regent Paid and his Cabinet p f the things that live in the moun- had fled Jugoslavia. Five days l-ains, things that all good Slavs ago, proud Serbian students filled p u st avoid through faith. They the squares of Belgrade and Sara liave fear of the world outside of jevo, chanting “Borba! Borba!”, in? mounfa^ns t-hat surround them. and now the boy king, a Kara- I ney have fear of strange alien georgivich, spoke to his people of ipk^lles anc* beliefs and creeds. invasion. ocy have fear of leaving this life It had happened this morning. Impart from their cradle land. That The villagers of Staroj Grad had I ear inspired the battle of the heard it when they ran out in their mountaineei i paGe 4 yard to see twelve silver dots, very the river through Europe went th< I high up and heading south. then young man Yazho and the I The old Mamma Radovich who fear was with him, a tiny thread oi I sat on a shiny wooden bench out fear that wound its way from thb I side her cottage with shiny worn tiny village through the obscure I hands folded in her lap, and her cities that hid in Europe. Staro.l keen that went out into the world Grad, Trieste, Dresden and Bre I already heavy with misery. And men, all of them cities with d a rll the two old men, drunk and safe streets and little known faces— I from war who danced in the square cities where a conscription-dodging I and made obscene gestures toward young man hid. From Bremen 1 the north. That was the village onto a huge smelly ship at mid I night with sweating, fearing ho I this morning. man cattle escaping, always escap I The old man that sat on the ing. To America with its huge g stone step of his house and smoked grimy shops and deep mines. Thai I his pipe is our man. The old man was the road that the man Yazhc I who went by the name of Stadi took and always with him was the I Yazho sat and smoked and listened fear—the fear of not seeing toil to his king. feeling his last breath in his cradle I The voice continued, sending its land. echoes out of the loudspeaker over The boy king continued and I the heads of the people in the his voice became stronger and I square in thick, shaggy echoes. stronger, and the paper he read I The first echoes jumped and shook from rustled with the words that and searched the rocks in the hills older men had written, men whe and when they came back to settle knew the souls of the villager> on the crowd, new echoes, this and the fear in their hearts. time strong and feeling, went out “ . We are no longer Serbs in their place. Croats or Slovene. We are Slavs, . and they come from the we are the people to whom all of north and the east. To the south the suffering of man has fallen. their dogs, the Italians, are lapping The skulls that the Muslimaru left at the blood that they dared not at Nish, the empty villages and spill alone. We are at war and the fat ravens that feasted from our enemy is strong. They have us at Kossovo are our heritaGe guns, they have men and they have We have given nothing physical the smell of blood in their noses. ly to the world. Our gift has beenl They are ruthless and they want blood. It was Slav blood that | to destroy us . 99 dulled the edges of the swords of 1 The old man Yazho sat and lis the followers of Mohammed. * t| tened to his king and he thought. was Slav blood that built a wall | He thought of another spring, al between the land to the north of 1 most like this one when he had swum the river Strumica to escape us and the Turks. We have 1 the constabulary. Yazho was of our blood, and we will do it| afraid then as is every young man again . 99 who fears an unknown death. They The old man Yazho smoked hi* I called it conscription but the old pipe and thought, and as he I man in the village, long dead, had thought it was the fear that came I named it right.

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