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THE CHEMAWA AMERICAN PAGE 4 HOW MT. HOOD WAS NAMED (Continued from page 1) He did not know what to do with himself for a while, but finally he went to the hillside where all the differ ent berries were growing. “I must have eyes,” he said, so he tried on two cranberries. He was not satisfied with them as everything looked red. Next he tried blueberries, but still he was dissatisfied. Fin ally he tried on two small blackberries. These were the only ones that satisfied him, so he kept them. “Now,” he said, "everyone will laugh at my white coat and black eyes,” so he went to a certain tree and took some bark and made himself some black dye. This he rubbed all over himself until his beautiful white feathers had disappeared. Ever since then the crow’s eyes and feathers have been black. The question from whence came this name is solved by a book published, “Vancouver’s Discovery of Pu get Sound,” by Edmund S. Meany. In May, 1792, Captain Gray of Boston sailed into the mouth of a great river at 46 degrees 10 minutes N. L. and named it Columbia after the name of his ship. He had communicated the existence of this river to Vancouver and it brought about the sending of Lieutenant Broughton, commander of the ship Chatham, one of Vancouver’s fleet, to explore it. “In October, 1792, while Lieutenant Broughton was exploring the Columbia river he saw a fine mountain and on receiving his report, Vancouver wrote in his THE SNAKE’S ORIGIN Journal as follows: ‘The same remarkable mountain Following is an Indian legend written by Lillian that had been seen from Belle Vue point, again pre sented itself bearing at this Station S. 67 E.; and Marion as a study in English: Long ago, during a war between the Cree and Sioux though the party were now nearer to it by seven leagues, yet its lofty summit was scarcely more distinct Indians, somewhere in the extreme north of the Da- across the intervening lane which was more than mod cohtahs, or in Canada, a massacre by the Sioux caused erately elevated. Mr. Broughton honored it with Lord the death of many Crees. They were cast into a lake Hood’s name; its appearance was magnificiemt; and it and the decaying bodies worked themselves to the edge was clothed in snow from its summit, as low down as of the water. The Great One told all creatures of the earth not to the high land, by which it was intercepted, rendered it visible. Mr. Broughton lamented that he could not make food of the bodies. But a pair of beautiful and acquire sufficient authority to ascertain its positive sit proud birds defied the “word” of the Great Spirit and uation, but imagined it could not be less than twenty began to eat the bodies. The Great Spirit said to them: leagues from their then Station. ’ The Station referred ‘ ‘You unworthy creatures, for disobeying my word you shall forever be enemies of man. You shall never be to is now occupied by the City of Vancouver.” beautiful; you shall never be loved by man. You shall THE CROW’S EYES do nothing but writhe at the feet of man.” And thus the snake has been with us since. We are securing many Indian legends as a result of our academic tests in English, and they represent LOCAL to us much that savors of the fantasic and myterious The old porch on the north side of Brewer Hall has —and the supernatural powers of the genii of the ‘ ‘Ara bian Nights” tales. The following story was written been repaired and much improvement is evident. It is necessary at an institution of the magnitude of Che- by Flora Dexter: Once the crow was a white bird with beautiful white mawa to keep everlastingly at the matter of repairs, eyes. Every time he rested or slept he would set and we venture to assert that this seems to be one of aside his eyes on a stump or rock. He always told Supt. Hall’s specialties—repairing, and building, too. Not living in the land of perpetual sunshine it is his eyes that if any one should try to run away with quite important that we have good roofs over our them to call him, no matter if he was fast asleep. One day he laid down to rest, laying aside his eyes heads—particularly in the rainy season. This reason as usual. On this particular day the eyes got tired of able statement makes clear the motive for repairing lying still, so they called to the crow that someone was the roof of the boys’ industrial building. New shingles trying to steal them. The crow woke up very much ex became necessary here and there on the roof and the cited and put on his eyes to see who was trying to steal work is being done properly. them. To his surprise, there was no one in sight. Mr. Bent has again fenced off his “reserve” in the He scolded his eyes for deceiving him and put them foreground of Brewer Hall. We have lost count of aside and continued his sleep. Twice his eyes fooled the number of times he has attempted to “reclaim” this little plat of ground, without success. We think he him, but on the third time he paid no attention to them. is in the class with the spider who made seven attempts When he finally awakened he found that his eyes had to hang his web before succeeding. Mr. Bent is no quitter, himself. Success to him! been stolen.
