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THE . CHEMAWAi AMERICAN
Indian Stories
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what they, were. They did not .know if
they were good , to, eat; They just, th row
ed, out and emptied .the flour and, keep ,
the sacks to make clothing, and throw
the, bacon into the fire just for fun.
And the young boys played with: the
crackers, rolling them on the beach and
having a , good time with them. They -did.
not know what dried apples, dried
peaches and prunes were. They did not
know if they were good co eai. They
just thiowed the syrup away and ikept
the pail for their own use for carrying
water.
The white fellows that were in the
wreck tried to show them that every
thing is good to eat, hut they did not
believe them. They thought- that they
were only fooling them. My father
said , that he was a young boy at that
time. But he can tell' us all about it.
That is the only interesting story he
has. This is all I can say.
Louise B. Pullen...
I am now taking my poor hand writ
ing to write an old story which, as I
know it, my' folks used to tell me. A
good story, but I do not remember it
all. I think one day an eagle went
out looking for halibut. In the morn
ing when the raven got up he saw that
smoke came from the eagle's house.
And the raven then went to the eagle's
house to see what was the matter:, And
when he got in he saw a whtle lot of.
halibut; hanging up. And the raven
said, " Where did you get this halibut?"
And the eagle said, "1 got it from the
ocean." And he asked him again how
he got the meat. And the eagle said,
"I used one of mydittle boys for a bait."
And raven know all about it; so he
went home, and when he got home he
said to his wife that the eagle had a lot
of halibut. And they talked to take one
of his boys; ' and the woman did not
want to do that.
"I guess the eagle fool you," said the
womUn. And in the' morning they
out fishing, taking one of his boys. And
at the halibut banks they throw the
little boy out where he sank down. And
after quite a while they pull it up, and
when he see it the boy was dead. Both
-his arms were stiff; And the woman
said to Raven, 'That's what I told you,"
and began to ay and went back home.
So this is the, end. Johnson Black. '
A very, very long time ago, when the
Quileute Indians were at James Island,
they ate everything. They dug clams
and hunted deer and elk with bows and.
arrows. The young people now do not
know when the old people were at James
Island, but I think some of the old peo-'
pie here know it.
Old Man Mason told me that then the
people were up the river catching fish
with their traps and. spears and that a
few of the old people then never ate
any food but a little fish, because the
white people were riot.Tiere. then, and
there was nothing else to eat. E. L.
Hudson.
Calvin .Darnell was the best singer at
the Nesika Club entertainment. His song,
uFee Gee Man," brought down the house.
A post card received from AlbertGarrv,
who is at Long. Beach, Wash., attending
the Y. M. C. A. Conference, states that
he is enjoying himself fine.