PAGES 23 TO 32 " J PART THREE , J-2 P 'fTTTY W& VOL. XIX. ffc a miiii I 'BMMMBBBIIMBMMiMBHMlBMMiWBiBBMWMMWlM ':iNMrLViS"'"ii V irivTl X? A " KXre?aiS?SBSSHISlsH rayff:fcfr y ?y? 4y3raP'yMPBC3g!BWWr y -JSSPtEmC "STSayCtSBlg 3TSk33fgJiji-t33f3F Jaifefc 3- i?feiifVviEflH It the reader imagine a hollow scoop d out of a plain, almost circular In shape. Let the reader still further im iglne that the earth has all been scraped ap to the outer edges of this circle, and piled up. at varying heights, In such a ivay as to form the rim of a gigantic bowL "With this picture well fixed in mind, a very fair conception can be formed of the Indian village, -which has its site on the Umatilla Reservation, in Eastern Oregon. Ranged round the inner circumference of this circle, stand the tepees of cotton cloth. Just above the pointed tops of each, project the sup porting poles, bound tightly together. These are surrounded by the tightly strained cloth, "white once, but now stained to dirty brown by the smoke, ever curling lazily upward, from the campflres within. Through the outer rim of the low lino of gray foofiillls that envelop the valley in their protecting em brace, is an opening permitting the in gress and egress of the picturesquely at tired villagers. To the left, as one en ters the camp, is a towering group of huge cottonwoods, which fringe the banks of a shallow, lazily flowing stream. An Annual Festival. It is the custom of these Indians in July, which they designate as the month of the Buck Moon, to hold a yearly fes tival, and this year they will not vary from the established rule. For some rea son best known to themselves, the red men usually begin the event on the Fourth of July. They continue the weird performance from one to two weeks, by which time all are physically exhausted. Then they pursue their monotonous, humdrum lives for another year. It was my good fortune, a year ago, to attend one of these unique gatherings an opportunity eagerly seized, since it afforded a glimpse of aboriginal life that will, some day, probably in the not very distant future, be no longer obtainable. The Interest civilized races feel in the life and manners of savage peoples whose -cuBtoras differ sffwideiy7rSmTeir,Qwn. "Is annually Increasing. In assuming his self-imposed "burden," the white man has gradually, through the centuries, pushed back the weaker races that op poBed his progress. Wherever the unciv ilized have presumed to resist this ad vance, they have Invariably either been entirely annihilated or absorbed. All this is pathetically true of the American Indian. The tiny caravels of Columbus, emerging from the port of Palos, a little more than four centuries ago, to mark a path of destiny across unknown seas, were yet large enough to carry -with them dreadful portents to the races of the New "World. The gentle tribes of San Salvador, whose "faces were serene, and in their eyes was the au tumnal heaven of content," first feltthe blighting, withering touch. They were swept completely out of existence. Inexorable Doom. Other tribes have felt the simoon's breath, hot and unquenchable; today his tory gives them but a name. It Is not so very far hence when all the aborigines will be no more. As the noble bison has disappeared, which once trod proudly over the vast prairies, -where today his skeleton whitens In the sun, so, too, will the Indian disappear. Of him naught will remain but a melancholy memory. The Aztec, the Inca's race, and, before them, the lake dweller, the cliff dweller, the mound dweller all have gone down before the powers of fate and destiny. The Indian Is fast joining them. His place is In The innumerable caravan that moves To the pale reaimB of shade, where each shall take His chamber in the silent halls of death. Any ruin is sad human ruin more so than all the rest. How much more in describably sad Is the ruin of a race! It is mournful. Indeed, that so many races have gone down "to the tongueless si lence of the dreamless dust." The golden sun. The planets, all the infinite host of heaven. Are shining on the sad abodes of death Through the still lapse of ages. All that tread The globe are but a handful to the tribes That slumber in Its bosom. Take the wings Of morning, traverse Barca's desert sands. Or lose thyself In the continuous woods "Where rolls the Oregon, and hears no sound Save his own flashings, yet the dead are there. And millions in those solitudes, since first The flight of years began, have laid them down In their last sleep; the dead reign there alone. The people of the East know but little of the Indian in a practical way. To be sure, James Fennlmore Cooper delin eated him, but then Eastern people do not take the red man seriously. To them ho Is too often like Bill Sykes or Uncle Toby, or any other character In fiction. To the "Western people the Indian is an actual being. Yet even to these he is only repre sented by the poor remnants of once pow erful tribes, now huddled together on res ervations. Bound for the Reservation. A motley procession of vehicles ,of all sorts wound out of Pendleton, July i. 1S99, and the writer accompanied ft. Tha carriages were bound for the Umatilla Reservation. Though the ride was a long one, to which was added a burning sun and the further discomfort of choking clouds of alkali dust, yet it was all well worth enduring, for the great annual Indian ceremonies were to begin that day. The day previous, Toung Chief, of the Cayu-es, visited Pendleton, and In vited his white "tilllcums" to attend the weird exercises. Young Chief 'is, -by the KfmmKmmmmammmmmmmmmmmmm at 4 && Ss & n.i&Ttf 1&?S9'tW''mm'm3s , " jjg ' iJMw NttStoSS2 attired is really quite Impressive, and fires, now quenched and dead. From i aeafS&!02?Z&s'" itlhrr 3 aS- tl:ey rape the blankets about them with these, In gladness, there will nevermore v v J&f0d& " ll-IsPliilir YtTtzfySr vlCTSjo s Inimitable grace. During the annual cele- arise a fabled Phoenix, bursting with Joy- "-V. v T-jt&Z" sf &&gVL iViVcrt& -7sv!K''Sss "-- brations all wear the full aboriginal cos- ous song and pulsing life. For these there sSssSNJSS. Tflil5- vrLs 8 Q&1 VwJ Sa, 'x,lfr "sA ' tume. is not, nor can there ever be. an earthly - . ys F . VJ"v' gU V BwiUIS i,6SVvsv ' v There are many characters among these resurrection. The lonely, midnight baric v " A &$1T'2& 4f " Jte&Qk "WwJw!tL 'JjfSfc'tttiV JsV V - people, that might, with Interest, be made of the coyotes on the hills, flitting Ilka - K--f AttX&f'V--?vy J vEVXwi';. ; VVNv subjects for a sketch, did space permit, specters in the moonbeams; the sobbing y WS dtMM'rh "M WWf h J&. ' - There is Paul Showaway, Chief Peo. cry of the night vind through the tall S t'fiiSlWC -SSSS'OM I -SSIHtIW &' 0 " Young Chief and a dozen more. One can firs and swajing cottonwoods these will jeSP-zsZ i lPOvJ" J 4i,fiSP,fe" ' hardly 'afford to pass over, unnoticed, so voice their requiem. "With all their hu- Ar $C 0-"jlV fr'll'alW lr ' Interesting a man as Smohollow, "The man fralltleg, all their -vices, and all Jr jyjri S$S&P-&P ;?JL rT?- Dreamer," who is a sort of medicine man. their nobler traits and virtues, the red r tjjrSKSx PZiX " 'i 'VVr- vfe He claIms t0 recelve manifestations from men are passing away. No longer will way, a strict teetotaler. He has set his face firmly, like a flint, against alcoholic beverages in every form. He is really a splendid type of his race. He Is thought ful and Intelligent, and by precept and example he teaches total abstinence. "Were his example better heeded, fewer Indians who indulge in firewater would spend so much of their time in the Pen dleton "skookum," as they call the town lock-up. In extending his Invitations to the palefaces, Young Chief earnestly be sought them to bring no stimulants to the reservation. His wishes were quit generally respected. After arriving at the Indian Agency, it was learned that It would be several hours befpre the programme would begin. The visitors -did not find the wait a tedious one. They drifted about among the tep ees and studied human nature. On en tering a wickiup the Indians would sa lute one, in a friendly way, with "Tuska-la-wltz," which comes pretty close to meaning "How d'ye do?" There isn't very much difference between people, savage or civilized, after all. The Indian children laugh and play just the same as do other children. That day they rolled upon the ground, happy and care-free, kicking up their chubby, copper-hued little legs to the kindly sun, that smiled benignly on them alL Civilization's Adjuncts. It was a little startling to find a lemonade- stand in full blast in the village. There, too, was a dancehall. Improvised of rough boards, -where the dark-hued half-breeds were merrily treading out their measures, to the rythm of scraping catgut One violin squawked as though afflicted with asthma. This did not ap pear to make any difference to the danc ers. In the tepees men and women were pre paring for the -great event. The women were furbishing up their barbaric finery. The coronals of eagle feathers were be ing arranged. Deft fingers were dextrous ly weaving, In and -out -among the plumes, strips of red flannel, and affixing brass ornaments and other gewgaws to make ready for the chieftains their fantastic headdresses. There were ihree of these one each for the titular heads of the three tribes, on the reservation the Umatlllas, Cayuses and "Walla "Wallas. There were jiot the slightest indications of the American idea of celebrating the glorious Fourth. No starry flags wero waving; there were no explosions of flro crackcrs. To the Indians there was no Independence Day significance in it oil. P0RTLA3TD, OREGON, SUNDAY MORNING. sgj JJisf js jy T'ty tne sun's raj's flashed a glittering, bar ' 'vj. L H& ' slf n 7 baric symphony of light and color. The memories of 1776 were nothing to them. Promptly at 4:45 P. M. word went forth that the ceremonies were about to begin. Emerging from he covert of trees, the cavalcade came forth, headed by young Chief. In his feathor crown, with Its long pendant of smaller feathers, trailing downward, and his face adorned with paints of varying hues, he sat upon his horse. His form was erect and his dark eyes flashed. His muscular limbs, en cased In legglns of flaming red, gripped the sides of the tough little burro, while through the stirrups were thrust his feet with their moccasins of gaily-embroidered buckskin. He was majestic, and "every inch a king." Picturesque Assemblage. i Near at hand. In equally gaudy attire, were Chief Peo, of the Umatlllas, and the monarchical head of the "Walla "Walla Nation. Behind these were ranged the bucks, four or five abreast. Every war rior was tricked out in gorgeous trap pings. Upon the breasts and flanks of the horses, even were dashes of red and yel low paint, while many of thom wore gro tesque headdresses of ilame-hued flannel. The face of each man and woman In that motley assemblage was smeared with paint, Including every hue of' the rain bow. The squaws followed close behind the men. each one riding astride a cay use. Young Chief started the strange proces sion, his pony easily loping, and the others- followed. Then began the chant weird, solemn. Impressive at first, low and monotonous. Anon, it increased In volume, finally bursting forth In a pierc ing and mighty chorus. It was the slogan the battle-cry of the braves. 'Mingled with it was the touching refrain of the sorrowing. Outside the tepees sat the wives and mothers, cross-legged on the ground, with their little ones grouped all about them. There went up from these to the Great Spirit, the pitiful, heart rending cry of mourning and lamentation for their dead. Ingersoll somewhere says that the wall of the savage has more of meaning In It than all the words of the most-robed priest. This is more than mere poetic fancy. There, on the occasion of which I write, the womon sat. In all their grief, like modern Rachels, refusing to be com forted. The tears gushed forth, and the dusky hands made no attempt to wipe away these drops of poignant sorrow. Around the courso the horses loped, and the wild chant kept on. From bits of looking-glass and polished metal armlets, Beating: the Tuiu-Tum. About the center of the grounds stood a lodge, roofed over with leafy boughs to keep 'out the sun. At one end, spread out upon the ground, wero gaily colored blankets. Upon one of these was placed, with due ceremony, a huge drum or "tum tum," of native manufacture. Around this half a dozen young braves seated themselves, and began belaboring It with drumsticks. Contrasted with their Jet black, waving hair. In the background, stood an old man, vigorous still, whose lpcks were as white as the snow on the far-off ropuntaln peaks. The drummers weaved their bodies to and fro. In time to the rude rhythm, accompanying the drum in song: "Hl-ah! hl-ah! hl-ah! hu-ahl" Thus they sang. Rising and falling upon the ear came the savage cadence, but It was fairly melodious wlthaL Now swelling loud and clear, again the chorus died away In half-audible sounds, like a sob. Then came the more sprightly parts the short, quick bark of the wolf, and then the dismal howl of the coyote most realistically rendered. Two warriors, brilliantly costumed, sud denly stepped forth and Inaugurated the dance. These were Yellow Hair and Ma tonlc. Xatcr on Tlllaquots and Fish Hawk joined them. Then others followed, until the space was filled. Each aptly fitted Dickens' description, for each was" "a howling, whistling, ducking, stamping, jumping, tearing savage." Though Dickens was extravagant In his ue of adjectives, perhaps, he did not use too many lit this case. It was a remark able spectacle. The moccaslned feet of the braves made no sound, as they stamped on the ground, accompanying themselves with song. They contorted their features: now scowling with hatred, terribly accentuated In hid eousness by daubs of paint; again giving way to fierce and fiendish smiles, they ex hibited every grade of human emotion. As soon as one crowd or dancers became fatigued. It was Immediately succeeded by another. Surrounding the lodge was a solid phalanx of ponies, while, perched upon their backs, were Indians boys and girls, silent and admiring spectators of the dramatic scene. iCept It Up a Fortnight. Once you overcome the stoical lethargy of an Indian sufficiently to get him into motion. It Is hard to stop him. He will keep on moving until sheer physical ex haustion causes him to drop. So It was with this celebration. For nearly a fort night they kept up their orglos. The dances were held at 11 A. 1L and 5 P. 21. daily. There were daily horse races. On one occasion there was a 220-yard dash, which -was a fair type of all the races In general. The backers of the two "ponies stood at Xhe opposite ends of the-course. A JULY 8, 1900. black and a bay were entered. "When the black mare won. her backers sent up a taunting, victd.-ious shout This was promptly met with a defiant disapproving yell by the backers of the bay. As a result considerable money, and not a few blankets, changed hands. Thes In dians, by the way, have a quaint bit of blanket philosophy. They gravely assort that they wear blankets in "Winter "to keep the cold out" and In Summer "to keep the heat off." Some -white men ap ply the same rule to whisky drinking. The men did not do all the dancing. The womon, too. "did their little turn." They seated themselves on the ground, In two divisions, on opposite sidefe of the lodge, each group facing the other. One division started a song, in shrill tones, which the others answered. Then sprfn lng to their feet they all joined in the dance. Peculiar Gambling. The Indians Indulged In a peculiar gambling game. The opposing players squatted upon the ground, equally di vided as to numbers. Each group had a well-dried stick, which they vigorously thumped with a smaller stick, while one buck, with a bit of polished, bone in either hand, one engraved with odd hiero glyphics, shook the bones with consider able energy. There It a song that goes with the game a sort of Incantation, in tended, perhaps, to keep off the hoodoo. The game 'appeared to consist In making a guess as to which hand held the en graved bone, the betters backing each guess, of course, with a wager of money or blankets. In this particular game. Fish Hawk, the redoubtable, appeared to be the, "dealer" the high grand totem. One evening there was a pretty scene. The sun was sinking In the "West and twilight was just coming on. A number of the young Indians mounted their burros and started, around the village. Pausing In front of each wickiup, they lifted up their voices. In a sort of even songa curfew chant hy copper-colored cantors. The efforts of the few who have striven to teach the Indians the Christian -faith have not been entirely In, vain. A Cath olic mission and a Presbyterian chapel are maintained on the reservation. Dur ing the Sunday which intervened, while the 'great ceremonies were In progress, most of the aborigines did not forrf t to "Remember the Sabbath day to k p it holy," and refrained from the dat:es. Entertain Visiting: Indiana At the great yearly gatherings on the Umatilla reservation the Indians often en tertain visltlnglndlans from other reser vations. It Is needless to say that they all Indulge in feasting to their hearts' content As is to be expected, from their constant contact with the whites, the red men have adopted, in whole, or in part civilized modes of dress. Yet every one retains his -blanket To see them thus the world of spirits. In brief, he is a spiritualistic medium. The revelations he makes are received with superstitious awe. He is a shrewd man. conscious of his power, and knows well how to use It He has an excellent memory, and. Is ac quainted with every fact of Interest In the history of the tribes. On more than one occasion he has visited the Great "White Father at Washington on missions of Im portance. It is a lamentable fact that the Indian, like the representatives of nearly all the other races that have come into contact with the white man. Is more prone to adopt the vices than the virtues of the latter. During a residence of six months or more at Pen dleton. I noticed that the Indians there were frequently Intoxicated. The ponalty was a sentence to the city lock up. In lieu of a fine. Naturally enough, after Indulging In a spree, the offenders seldom had any money left with which to pay a fine. Pendleton feeds and lodges these prisoners for five days and nights. During the day they are set at work on the public streets. Bad 'Roads Slake Good Roads. An Instance comes to mind of one red skin who rejoices in the name of Jim Bad Roads. On one occasion he drank not wisely but too much. He received the usual "stretch." He was afterwards seen raking out a gutter and spreading gravel. Singularly enough, It was a case of Bad Roads being compelled to make good roads. In physical appearance the Indians of the Umatilla Reservation are really fine looking, especially the men. They are all tall and Imposing. They have a penchant for fancy blankets the brighter the hues the better they are pleased. The younger men Incline to hats of the sombrero order, broad-brimmed, low-crowned and drab colored. These are usually encircled with a band of bright brass or' brass, nickel plated. The Indians are always Interesting, whether one see3 them dashing over the dusty trail on their cayuses, or standing at tho "Street corners, grave and silent, like statues of copper. Every one is a superb horseman. The sqpaw3 usually buy the provisions for their families. It Is not an unusual sight to see them car rying a sack of flour on their backs and trudging patiently homeward from town, over the long and weary miles to the res . ervatlon. To the thoughtful mind it fs mournful to note that yearly the participants in the annual ceremonials at the reserva tion are growing fewer. It Is not difficult to see whither they are trending to The undiscovered country, from whose bourne No traveler returns. A Dying: Race. Each year the tepee fires grow less. Red embers die to ashes, cold and gray. The twinkling stars above look down, and mournfully trace In these a dying race. The sunset of life of a people is here. Like the passing of a fitful day, they are fluttering to the darkness of an endless night The ashes of the Indian will com mingle with those that mark his council NO. 27. they come and go upon life's shifting stage. Alas, for them' their day is o'er. Their fires are out from shore to shore; No more for them the Rlld deer bounds The ploush is on their hunting grounds. The pale man's ax rings thro their woods, The pale man's sail sklma o'er their floods; Their pleasant springs are dry; Their children look, by power oppre3s'l, Beyond the mountains of the West Their children co to diet" CHARLES E. SAtWYER. ONE ATA, INDIAN MAID. She Is slttine in the tepee. With her face upon her hand. Looking out upon the water And the sun-glints on tho strand. She Is listening full Intently That she faintest sound may hear. For In the tepee, sloeping lightly. Lies the trader-bravo Pierre. See! his gun is standing idly; His cau3e Is grazing 'round; For with feer he is stricken. And is stretched upon the ground. Many nights and days thej've watched him, As in fever wild he raes Nookamis. Olall&'s chlfetaln. Greatest chief among the braves. And his daughter. Oneata, With her dark and gentle eyes. Hark! anon the pale-face stranger Wakes, and straight for water cries. She, at his side, doth whisper, "Nlka Pierre, sick tate, Plerrer -Crooning soft, with gentle flutter. That the sick man she may cheer. Wearily he turns and murmurs, "Bring ma water, or I diet" Water, chuck, chuck, quick she fetches From the spring that flows near by. Quietly she sits and watches. Tears dimming her pitying eye. While the fever mounts and rages Weeping soft lest Tyeo die. And the ocean waves fall moaning, With a weird and hollow sound; "They are calling for the Tyee Who lies there upon the ground; I'll appease those angry spirits, That thoy cease their hungry calif Straight the little Indian maiden Quickly goes to give them alL Forth she glides along Taqulna In her graceful, light canoe; Throws her beads, cuts loose her tresses, And her shawl she casts out, toot Passing by the gloomy Island, Where the Indian dead tare laid. With their gear all strewn about them That in life, they used and lnnflfti Quick a gruesomo fear o'ertakes her. That she sees a burying there. "13 the pale-face Tyee carried? Is' It him the Siwash fear?" 'Twas the wind that sways the branchesj Of the gaunt pines on tho Isle; la her ears they sadly whispered. Standing lone In funeral file. And from out a giant tree-stump Issues forth a white-forked flamo. " 'Tis the soul of my white Tyee!" And she loudly called his name. But the fever has departed, And she brings the trader pale Milk and broth from juicy elk-meat And he grows robust and hale. Then he whispers to the maiden, "Oneata, come with me! Leave Taqulna and Olalla; Come, fly with white Tyee! I'll share with you my treasures aH My bead3, my furs and skins. I ween. If you, sweet maid, will let me call You mine my wife, my loving queenl" I. A. 2b Nashville, Or . 4