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“RED HEROINES OF THE NORTHWEST”
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faced no severe hardships, other than that of guiding a
party of miners into the gold country by a devious
route to escape hostile Indians. The latter years of
her life were those of a white woman—her two sisters
died as they had lived—Indians.
Mr. Defenbach has blended accuracy with facinating
romance. “Red Heroines of the Northwest” is a
charming story and should appeal to employees in the
Indian Service and to others who are interested in In
dians and the part they played in the development of
the great Northwest.
The book is attractively bound in cloth and contains
300 pages and 16 half-tone engravings. It is published
by the Caxton Printers, Caldwell, Idaho, and the
price is $2.50.
THE THUNDER BIRD
Curiosity prompted the Giantess to break an egg.
It was not good, and Quoots-hooi threw it down the
mountainside. Looking carelessly after it, Quoots-
hooi beheld it on its way, but, before the egg reached
the valley it became an Indian!
And now the Giantess was consumed with a mighty
interest, and hurled egg after egg down the mountain
side, to see each, before it touched the valley, turn
into an Indian.
So—the Chehalis Indians were created! And so
came the belief that to cut the first salmon crosswise
will cause the “little whales” to refuse to “run.”
ESCORTS
Sat., Nov. 23—To Salem ----- Miss Peters
Sun., Nov. 24—McBride.............................. Mr. Klein
Mrs. Klein
Winona........................... Mr. Fisher
Mrs. Herlits
Hawley - . - - -
Miss Gunn
Mr. T. Turner
Assistant Superintendent Mote was in charge dur
ing our chapel exercises last Sunday evening and his
remarks, and his readings, were given close attention
by all. He laid great stress upon character and char
acter-building in relation to the present and the future
of our student body. He reminded all that our great
school is nearing the half-century mark of its exist
ence and that as it grows older its traditions become
more and more sacred. He admonished all to so live
and work that the passing of years would prove them
a credit to themselves and their school and an asset
for the nation. It was a splendid talk in every sense.
By MATTHEW JAMES. Junior
Once, in the long ago, Toe-oo-lux (South Wind)
travelled to the North. There he met Quoots-hooi
(The Giantess). The two held conversation, during
which Toe-oo-lux said, “I hunger. Give me something
to eat!” Quoots-hooi was most disdainful, and an
swered, casually, “I have nothing for you. Get your
food by fishing.”
South Wind dragged a net, and in it he caught
Tanas-eh-ko-le (Little Whale). With great delight,
South Wind took his stone knife and prepared to kill
Little Whale.
The proud Giantess, looking on, said, “You should
not use a knife. Use a sharp shell and slit Tanas-eh-
ko-le down his back. Never, never, should you cut
him across!” South Wind felt sulky, so he pretend
ed that he did not hear, and went on using his knife
and cutting the Little Whale across its back.
And then! Little Whale changed into an immense
bird whose body darkened the Sun and the flapping
of whose wings shook the Earth. Lo! It was the
Thunder Bird!
Immediately the marvellous Thunder Bird flew to
the Very Far North and alighted on Swal-al-a-host
(the Mouth of the Great River).
Toe-oo-lux and Quoots-hooi, filled with a great cu
riosity, travelled, too, in quest of the Thunder Bird.
They were not successful; but, one splendid day, while
picking berries, Quoots-hooi discovered the nest of the
Thunder Bird—and the nest was filled with eggs.
Red Man’s Harvest Prayer
REAT SPIRIT, teach us the way of the
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truth; help us, thy children, in the way of
righteousness; lead us by the straight trail;
let thy breath and thy voice be within our hearts.
Great Father, thy harvests have been plenteous
and we have succor; we will not want; thy care and
thy mercy surround us and we enjoy thy protec
tion; let peaoe be in all the world. Let the sun con
tinue to shine upon us that grass may grow for our
animals and that we may have food.
Thou knowest best.
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