The CHEMAWA AMERICAN
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FOOTBALL BANQUET
Despite all superstition which is commonly supposed
center in thirteen, and especially when coupled with
Friday, the football boys’ banquet of last Friday, was
a great success. The affair was staged at the Wigwam,
which is an ideal place for such a function, and the
dinner wras served in courses, under the direction of
Mrs. Slewart, assisted by Miss French and the girls
of the domestic science department. The courses
were wonderfully prepared and splendidly served—a
credit to all who had assisted in this work.
Mr. Mote, our principal, proved an ideal toast
master and at the psychological moment he took
matters in hand and the Wigwam began to hum with
wit, humor and facts, relating to periods of time from
the remote past to the present—even mapping out the
future. It was all in all very interesting and most
enjoyable. In the order named those who responded
to toasts were: Mr. E. R. Mason, James McKay,
Robert Perkins, Mr. Charles E. Larsen, Julian Smith,
Mr. Geo. W. Bent, Mr. Silas Moon, Mr. R. G. Dow
nie and Supt. O. H. Lipps. And thus another mem
orable evening has become history.
LEGEND OF THE BOILING SPRINGS
(Continued from page 1)
North American continent.
The Pueblo fort was situated only a few hundred
yards above the mouth of the “Fontaine Oui Boville,”
or Boiling Springs River, called so from two springs
of mineral water bubbling up near its source.
There is a story to account for the presence of the
springs which pour forth, the one, sweet, clear water,
and the other, water bitter to the taste. This legend
shows that these springs are linked up directly with
the separation of the Shoshone and the Comanche
tribes.
When the prairies and forests were crowded with
game and the cottonwoods were no higher than arrows;
when the Red Men were hunting the buffalo and deer;
when the Shoshones and Comanches were speaking
the same language and smoking the same peace pipe;
two hunters—a victorious Shoshone, with a fat deer
across his shoulders, and an unsuccessful Comanche,
with a bad humor in his heart—met on the banks of
the stream.
The Shoshone threw the deer to the ground, and be
fore quenching his thirst, went through the beautiful
ritual—a tribute to the Great Spirit! He dipped a little
water into the cup of his hand and elevated his arm
toward the sun, then, reversing his palm, he allowed
the water to fall upon the ground.
The Comanche, in a rage, had thrown himself prone
and had plunged his face into the water, but upon wit
nessing the act of the other hunter, he grew more an
gry and reproached the Shoshone for daring to drink
before a Comanche!
Calmly the Shoshone replied that Manitou had given
the crystal spring to all his children, no matter what
tribe might be concerned, and with that he stooped to
drink more of the free-flowing water.
At that moment, blind with rage, the Comanche
threw himself upon his fellow hunter, and, forcing
the head of the Shoshone under the surface of the
water, held him so until he was drowned. The Com
anche then dragged the body away from the spring.
Immediately the water became strangely disturbed.
Bubbles oozed to the surface and escaped as a hissing
gas. A thin vapor arose, in the midst of which ap
peared the well known totem of the great Waukenago,
Father of the combined Shoshone and Comanche
nations. Trembling with fear, the hunter heard Wauk
enago addressing him: “Accursed murderer!” thun
dered the mighty one, “While the heart of a brave
Shoshone cries for vengence may the water for thy
tribe be rank and bitter in their throats!”
With an avenging hand Waukenago crushed the
Comanche to death and threw the body into the spring.
Ah! The bitterness of that water! To this day even
those who are half dead from thirst cannot drink it.
Waukenago had not yet finished. Turning to a flat
rock overhanging the river, he smote it a terrific blow.
Instantly a circular basin was opened and into it gushed
the sweet cold water of a new spring.
And now the two mighty tribes elected to remain
apart and many bitter wars were waged before they
again smoked the pipe of peace.
ESCORTS
Sat., Dec. 21—To Salem
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Mrs. Kirk
Sun., Dec. 22—McBride -
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Miss White
Ass’t Matron Winona
Winona
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- Miss Earlougher
Ass’t Carpenter
Hawley -
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- Mrs. Codding
Mr. P. Carrow
A CORRECTION
Last month a poem was published in The American
for which I was given the credit of authorship. Ever
since publication I have felt badly in the matter. Miss
Ruth Hopkins, of Bacone, Oklahoma, wrote the poem.
I am very sorry for what has occurred.
R osalia G rounds .