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10 BY BERT HUFFMAN. SIXTY years ago this Fall, In Novem ber, 1S47, a few discontented and bloodthirsty members of the Cayuse tribe of Indians, fell upon Dr. Marcus Whitman and massacred him and his wife and 11 members of his mission at Wall-lat-pu, on the Walla Walla River. Of the ljOO members of the present Cayuse-L"mai)laValla Waila tribe of In dians on the Umatilla reservation, but few remember the massacre. Those who remember the terrible Incident can be numbered on the fingers of the two hands, perhaps. Under the white man's management of the tribes, longevity Is not a marked characteristic of the In dian. Whisky and consumption are mak ing rapid Inroads. However, of the present tribesmen who remember the massacre and some of whom were students of Marcus Whitman in his mission on the Walla Walla, are a dozen "patriarch" women. One of this number, Ip-na-sul-a-toc, who is yet living on the reservation, was a regular student in the Whitman mission and sings hymns In the Cayuse tongue which were taught her by the missionary. Seven of the women of the present Um atilla tribe, Wa-ta-law-It, Itc-ka-ka, Its-was-pa-lo, on-sa-poo. lp-na-sul-a-toc, la-tans, and At-ta-sas-pum. distinctly remember Whitman and can recall many of his friendly visits to their fathers' wig wams on the Umatilla and Walla Walla Rivers. These are among the most sturdy and enlightened women of the tribe and are members of the Tutullla Presbyterian Mission Church, on the Umatilla reserva tion. They are faithful attendants at the church services yet and live as Christian people. Tle Indian mother, like her white sls- SMILING AROUND THE WORLD TO one accustomed only to Atlantic travel the element of novelty be gins ab once on a Pacific steamer. Instead of smug English stewards, neat Chinamen In spotless linen gowns of blue, long queues. Immaculate -white stockings and the broadest of smiles, fly nimbly about, carrying baggage or wait ing on passengers with most cheerful dis parity. The Chinese stewards interested us ex reedlnelv. and when, directly after sail ing from San Francisco, we descended j to luncheon, we saw them in a new way. ; The long tables In the saloon were laid out Invitingly with massive silver and piles of fruit, around which the neat boys whisked, making an attractive picture. Here we received our first Introduction to the far-fame.d "pidgin Enclish" which we had previously conceived to be very largely a figment of the story-teller's brain. It was to be later Impressed upon us how universal the use of It Is, from San Francisco right through to Ceylon, wherever the Chinese coolie lives and moves and has his being. In the dining saloon the boys wore long gowns of blue linen, shiny with starch, high cuffs over their sleeves, and each smooth and jetty queue finished at the end with a silk tassel, neatly tucked through a little strap at the side of the grown. This is to keep It from slipping over the shoulder when stooping over the tables. When at hard or outdoor work, a Chi naman will twist his queue up like a woman, but never in the house, as It Is a disrespectful act to appear before a superior with the queua bound up. For eigners In many cases do not know this, and the Chinaman, who Instinctively bates all foreigners, will often resort to this method of Insulting them, taking a deal of comfort out of It, even though the foreigner may be In blissful ignor ance of the Intended disrespect. Some of the dining saloon boys had been In the service long enough to speak and understand English very well: with others It was necessary to resort to the "pidgin" dialect, which Is a ridiculous hybrid of baby talk, broken, or rather mangled English, and a few stray Chi- It was my luck to draw a waiter who was particularly shy on straight Eng lish, and when I asked for a nice pieco of rare roast beef, and vegetables such as my wife had, his face remained as blank as a newly whitewashed barn door. Seeing my perplexity, a kind nelgh fcor taught me what to say .and," though feeling rather silly, I repeated: "Boy, you ketchee me number one piece roast beef, no too well done, and vegetables allee same lady have got." His face beamed with Intelligence, and my order was executed with neatness and dispatch. I subsequently- discovered that if a chair was desired from the upper deck an order In plain English would not be understood. But say to him, "Boy, you go topside, ketchee my one piece chair, bring to me." He will depart cheerfully, knowing just what you mean. "Pidgin" is the Chinese word for "business," and a srreat many years ago this motley means of communication was evolved, piece by piece, as a medium through which the English-speaking traders carried on business with the Chi nese. Despite the fact that numbers of Chinese, especially the merchants, speak excellent English, this absurd polyglot has held Its own, and It Is a benighted Chinaman, indeed, who cannot conjure up a few lame phrases. It is a means of communication, even among Chinamen, so It Is said; for the different provinces of that country differ In dialect as so many countries, but with a little of the universal "pidgin" they make themselves understood. During our entire trip across the Pa cific we were never off an almost even -el. It was so different from my first Seven Aged ' :.'''. t'A-'l ws -i?JTr. - t I 'if r'-Tn " ; s ;v TrrT x R' IZ-JV VWA.TLLA. tLlT I among her sons, and these "patriarch" I BY MARSHALL, P. WILDER. HEAD-ON COLLISION ocean trip, which whs across the At lantic. I'll never forget that. I hadn't been feeling well and was told that the sea voyage would make another man of me. Imagine making another man of me, when there was hardly enough ma terial for one! Well, the minute the ship left the, dock I felt better. I threw out my chest and a lot of other things I didn't need and prepared to enjoy life. By the time we got to Sandy Hook the ship was having St. Vitus dance, and most of the passengers decided to go be low to unpack. I started to find my stateroom and I think I butted Into every one there was. I was finally hurled Into one Just as the occupant, a lady, was climbing Into the upper berth. She said "Sir!" Then the ship went the other way, and I was never so com pletely sat on by a lady In my life! At last I found my own stateroom, which was a locker with a couple of shelves In It. The shIpn,ow seemed to stand on her nose and wag her tall in the air; I de liberated whether I should close the port hole and go to my berth or close my berth and go to the porthole. On the fourth day I began to take notice of things, and crawled out on deck Just as the ship was doing a buck and - wing. I was shot from one end of the ship to the other, finishing with a head-on colli sion with a fat man's stomach. He was mad because I butted in on his break fast. I apologlied for the lntrurslon and crawled into a steamer chair. It was so rough that they,h.ad- a fence Arrival Honolulu- built round the table to keep the dishes on. I was pursuing a piece of bread when the ship did a "figure eight" and the lady opposite got my bread and I got her fish. For the rest of the meal we fed each other. The day it was roughest the passen WITH A at THE SUNDAY OREGONIAX, PORTLAND, NOVEMBER 3, 1007. Women Who Were Taught by Dr. Whitman and Still Lead INDIANS WHO XErfEHBER. Err :ehr,sanyarr the pride of their tribesmen, ana are ca FAT MAN'S STOMACH. gers asked me to get up a concert. There was a prima donna on board who was having her voice cultivated in Paris. I supposed she was going over to get it. for she certainly didn't have It with her. She consented to take part in the con- My Order Was Executed with nesa and Dispatch. Neat- cert, and chose a niung seieciiun i -rough night "Rocked In the Cradle of the Deep." Just as she started m to sing the ship side-stepped and threw her under the table. A friend of mine was accompanying her on the piano, so," of course, he had. to follow her. I said: "For heaven's sake, la this a concert or a knockabout act?" The prima donna thought she was down for a solo but she was down for an hour. On the Pacific there were no such ex periences for us. And It Is such a great big, lonesome ocean only once in au the 18 days did we see a snip, a Dig, iuii- rlgged ship with all sails set but seem ing to stand perfectly still, utterly be calmed, "a painted ship upon a painted ocean." Captain Porter waa a delightful racon teur and entertained us bn several occa sions with stories of his sojourn In the frigid zone. His tales of Esquimaux dain ties, especially a dtick soup, where the bird is put In for cooking not only un dressed, but unplucked. made us glad there were no Esquimaux cooks on board. Within three days of Honolulu we realized our approach to the tropics by the sensible rise In temperature, the number of flying fish and the Summer costume of the passengers and officers. The evening before our expected ar rival at Honolulu the chief topics of con versation were the principal sights of the town and the best methods of seeing them. Every one retired with the keenest an I water create a longing to see land, prov tMMinsassMMSMSBa iiiiiiiijpii iff I I, ZZ . Wff TATlV . " theT palace imone ineir paterace pruineia. i These Indian women who yet carry in I lng that man, though he go down to the sea In ships, is beyond question a land J animal. Most of us were up betimes and were rewarded by the sight of a dark, low lying island on our port bow. This Is Molokai, the leper island and the scene of Father Damlen's heroic life and death. This Belgian missionary priest, who started life a simple unlettered peasant, so lived and worked and died that his name will ever be one of those who need no hall of fame to mako their memory Immortal. His will go ringing down the halls of time as one that loved his fel low men. Ahead, another ' island, with high, rocky promontory, stood out now quite plainly. As we came nearer we could distinguish fleets of little fishing boats, their white sails dotting the blue water liko flocks of birds. A snowy sickle of sand outlined the black and beetling cliff and around it came the little Alameda, rolling and plunging in a swell that did not even disturb the stately calm of our giantess. It was noon before we really warped to the "wharf, alongside of which was a United States naval training ship, whose band welcomed us, accompanied by the shouts of the white-clad boys. (To be Continued.) (Copyriht 1!XT. by J. Tf. Bowles.) Great MSS. That Were Rejected. - Though the public has to be thankfu to the publishers of the world for pre venting many a manuscript from getting into cold type, there is no - doubt that mistakes are frequently made and that great literary masterpieces . sometimes lave had a great deal of difficulty in be- 'comlng books. Some of the foremost authors the world has known have had their really great est manuscripts "returned with thanks. Kipling was turned down flatly when he first offered his "Plain Talc From the Hills" to a New York publishing house. Thomas Hood's Song of the Shirt, poem that by its pathos stirred the whole English-speaking world, was de clined "with thanks" again and again. until the weary and discouraged author. In sending It to Punch, requested that jf It should be rejected the verses should be thrown into the waste basket, as he was tired of them. And the monument over his tomb, erected by public subscription, i Inscribed with no other record of his achievement than "He Sang the Song of the Shirt." Edward Noyes Westcott, author of "David Harum." offered the book to at least six publishers before It wan accept ed. This good fortune came as his death neared. and he did not give to witness the great reception which the public ac corded to his one and only literary effort. Carlyle, Anthony Trollope, William Dean Howells and Thackeray are others whose early works were treated coldly by publishers. Dickens and Bret Harte were two for tunate beings who never were "turned down with thanka. Hunger a Help for Imagination. Fasting promotes the development of the Intellectual faculties, according to Dr. Lasslguardle, a celebrated French physiologist. Dr. Lasslguardle has made a lonfc" study of the effect upon the mentality of deprivation from food. He finds that too much eating Is bad for the Imagination, and thinks that after fast ing the writer or the business man Is much more likely to hare useful thoughts. He found, however, that continued starvation causes a lose of memory, makes a person Irritable and cruel and frequently changes the character com pletely. An excellent chance for study was af forded to him by miners who were Im prisoned In a French mine. One miner, who wa3 released after being held prisoner for 29 days, said that during his confinement he frequently had Im agined himself at home with his wife and at times he thought he found scraps of bread and the imaginary eat ing of these had given him great relish After some days, the miner said, brignt lights were continually appearing be fore his eyes. All of the miners admitted that lack of food had made them irritable and had led them to quarrel frequently. The Himalayan peak of Trlsul. the sum mit of which Is 21.40 reel aoov sea lavei. has been aacended by Dr. Lonataff. The cold on too was quite arctic ii n m rnnrn i i n i j" V Match Whit- man and hV. pioneeV Missionary work ma.i auu mo among the Cayuse tribe are to be seen The Personal Recollections of John L. Sullivan A frank Answer to the Question, "Suppose You Had Only Ten Minutes to Live?" BY JOHN L. SULLIVAN. !WAS asked a while ago to join with some other prominent citizens in writ ing how I would spend my time if I had only ten minutes to live. These arti cles were to te put in a bunch and print ed so the public could see just how we could face the final knockout. I'm not going to tell here how I would behave if I knew that in ten minutes the -wallop that would put me to sleep for good and all was to be handed me, but I would recommend to every sport to put this question to himself, and think it over just how he could use ten minutes to square himself for all the dirt he'd done during his life. The bigger the bundle of dirty money a man has soaked away the harder he would find it to get rid of it right In ten minutes. Then there's the other things that were done while the money was be ing collected, the kind of things that can't be squared, not in ten minutes, nor In ten years. I know some prosperous people who would put In a busy ten min utes, if that was all they had, trying to make their books balance, and when they are counted out, they wouldn't have even a fair start bark over the crooked trail they've been making all their lives. We are going to be a long time dead, and ten minutes to get ready for it is cutting It very fine, but I can get ready In even less time, for about all the harm I ever did I did to myself, and I can squarei.myself right off the reel. Charley Mitchell's Lack of Gump tion. Jere Dunn, who died not long ago, after about as stirring a career as could' be Im agined, might have put another notch in his gun If he'd caught Bat Masterson at one time when he wanted him. Bat has settled down In New York In a Govern ment Job as a friend of Roosevelt's, but In his day he had a finger In a lot of pies out West, and had a reputation as a quick man on the draw and some other things. After the Jim Hall-Fitz. fight, when Squire Ablngton. the Englishman good thing, got frisked of 150.000. and died ten days afterward, Charley Mitchell went to New -York, and meeting Dunn told him. In his blundering way.' that he had stopped In Denver and meeting Masterson was told by Bat, that he (Dunn) was safe in going to Denver, that he (Masterson) wouldn't do any harm to him. Mitchell couldn't have made any speech that would have got Dunn hot ter under the neckband, for he re garded Masterson as a dime novel hero, and having nothing at all on him as a killer. Dunn was furious and swore he would kill Masterson on sight. Mitchell, after he'd seen how he'd opened up prospects for a first-class riots, tried to change it, but the more he said the worse Dunn raved.. It was hard work to keep Jere from starting for Denver and closing up the matter as quick as possible. Charley Mitchell is a nice fellow, but he has about as much gumption as a keg of dynamite. When the Missionary Called. When I was flat broke and sick, wearing green goggles, my .eyes were so bad, three and .a half years ago, a lot of old friends came around to see me at my home In Boston for the last time. The most of them tried to cheer me up, but they thought I was all in, and when I told them I'd be around In a few weeks they went away con vinced I was going nutty. But I knew what I could do, and it was all the time a o best bet In my mind that I'd prance out of the box-etall later on and on the road again. One day a sort of missionary called to see me. He was a skinny chap, who poked around Boston saving sin ners on commission. I 'gave him the glad mitt when he came in and offered him a cigar. He balked at the cigar and said lie had come to see me about my future. "It looks pretty good to me," says I. "I'm strong In the West and South, and there's several hundred a week for me in vaudeville. As soon as I am able to surround a few steaks and trot Christian Lives i everv week In the streets of Pendleton .hopng and trading witheagerness and . n r, - , . i good judgment. They own land on the. over to Washington street a couple of times I'm going to collect It." "I don't mean your future In this world, but your future In the next," says my slim friend. "Don't you wocry about my future worry about your own. I'll be able to go to your wake. If you have one, and your grave will be whitewashed a number of times before my time comes." That fellow, and a lot more who thought I was a goner, have since passed In, while I'm rolling about the country, hitting the high places and feeling like a colt. I've fooled a lot of people In my time. There was a Texan at the ringside when me and KUraln fought In New Or leans, and when he went home to Texas he opened a campaign to get himself elected County Judge of a couple of counties down here. The only kind of a speech he made during the campaign was to tell the voters about the tight me and Jake made. He was a hit from the start, and even after he tried to mako other kinds of speeches, the crowd wouldn't listen to him, but Insisted on getting all the news of the fight Instead. At that time the newspapers weren't as flip as they are now. and a full report of the battle wasn't easy to get in such papers as got Into his part of Texas, but the boys Just had to know about the fight, and he was welcome all over. The campaign for County Judge warmed lip and his opponent threw It Into him for trying to get onto the bench through prizefight talk. This made him weaken, and he tried hard to drop the scrap talk out of his campaign. At the first place he tried this the town set up a yell. "Never you mind telling us about noth ing but the Sulllvan-Kllrain fight, and j we'll take care of the votln' and of this yere campaign, they told him right out loud. And he kept plugging the fight descrip Taking Charge Rebecca Harding Davis, In the Independ ent. How many families today looking back at some season of loss and grief in their lives remember the wise, gentle wom an who was their help as devout Catho lics do some saint beloved of man and God! There can be no doubt whatever that the percentage of deaths in this country has been materially lowered during the last 20 years by the advent of the trained nurse. But there is another side to the ques tion. Precisely because the craft of this skilled attendant can so easily and cheap ly be learned, because it pays extremely well, and because no high qualifications In mind or manners are exacted from the candidates, many women have gone Into the business who are not fitted for It and never will be. The work of the trained nurse more than any other requires un erring tact and good breeding. She comes, an absolute stranger, Into your family at the very moment when you are already unnerved and miserable from sudden anxiety and danger. All your private affair's, your habits, your little economies are suddenly stripped before this outsider, who sometimes has a prying eye and wagging tongue. When the danger of the patient Increases all the fears and agony of your soul are bared before her. The constant presence of any stranger would add to the misery of the time, even If she were not lacking In good feeling and good breeding. I have seen some of these women come Into a sickroom drenched In rank perfume, bringing Into It their clat ter of silly gossip, and deafen the ear of the dying with their squabbles with the servants. Many of them take cocaine and other drugs to help them bear the strain and fatigue of nursing. I do not deny that In the great majority of cases the trained nurse has been a benignant messenger of comfort. But It Is also true that In many households she has added a new horror to sickness and to death. Another fact must be counted In sum ming up the value of this modern help to living her cost. The payment of $25 per week Is a heavy drain upon a house hold of moderate means, especially when the 'Illness Is long and It li the breadwin 1L. M.JJ t J f "V. X f 1 IM reservation and receive fairly large In comes from rentals and are regular cus tomers at Pendleton stores, meat markets and restaurants. While their allotments are being farmed by white renters these women live In their tepees on the river bank, although many of them have good houses on their lands. In Summer they spend much of the time In the mountains gath ering berries and fishing and enjoy life to the fullest extent In their simple way. It is a mistake to think that the Indian women are completely under the domi nation of tho men of the tribes. Th women have not degenerated to such an extent as the men under the evil in fluences of saloons and "bootleggers." and while the male Indian is losing hi health and sense through dissipation, the Indian women retain their native vigor and exercise more and more Influ ence over their lords. These pioneer Indian women, while devoid of all pretense or egotism, jet exercise untold Influences for the good of the tribe and through their frugality, economy and industry many of the fami lies are kept from want between rent payments. The full blood Indian women, especially the older ones, possess a sterling virtue and character which might well be emu lated by their half-breed and quarter breed sisters and daughters. The tribe has suffered from miscegenation. The worst ' people among the Indians are those having a white man's blood in their veins. The younger generation, bearing Its taints of Intermixture, does not compare In character to the patriarch mothers who are unfortunately scares. It would be Impossible to group to gether a more substantial and sturdy Indian motherhood anywhere In the Northwest than this group photographed recently by Major Lee Moorhouse, of I Pendletoa T-iftw rtr Pendleton, ir, tion up to election day. He was elected high and dry. From this office he got some bigger ones, and later on was one of the biggest political guns In the state Kands Across the Sea Frameup. Tommy Burns Is going to England to pick up some easy money fighting Gun ner Molr. He won't get much money for the Job because the purees In Eng land for championship battles hardly match with what a commercial fighter can get for six-round frame-ups In this country. So it can't be the money that is making Tommy risk seasickness. He Is going to fight Jack Johnson when he conies back from the other side, so he says, but Tommy always did reserve the right to change his mind, and the dark man Is a good reason for the tourist to take another think. There are some others over here that Tommy Is busy dodging. At that Burns or any other fighter from this side Is entitled to all the British money he can pick up. Many a public house on the other side was paid for. from the ale In the cellar to the sign over the door, with money taken out of the ring over here, even If the. Englishman didn't win many first purses. There's more profit In the loser's end of a purse over here than there Is for the winner In the ring In England, and It's a wondtr to me that more of the English boxers don t come over here, take a couple of wallopings and go back to lifelong prosperity In the public-house line. If Molr can make any kind of a showing against Burns, he can travel over here and collect a trunk full of yellowbacks. Perhaps Tommy may let him go far enough to males It worth while, and put It proper for some more This would hold Jackson off for a while, and put it porper for some mors easy money, going and coming, for Burns. It would be an arrangement the easy marks over here would be dead certain to fall for, and fall hard. of the Sick Room ner who Is disabled from work. Now. the great majority of Americans have but moderate means. What Is the remedy for this condition of affairs? There Is one, but I doubt whether the average American woman will approve of it. It la that every American girl shall be thoroughly trained In the care of the sick room, the handling and feeding of a pa tient, the administration of medicine and the management of infants, just as she is set now inexorably down to learn French and music. I do not mean that she should take the full training of the offi cial nurse, but that her instruction should bo thorough as far as It goes, and fit her to assist the physician In the care of ora?::ary illness In her home, while the nurse should only be called In for more serious cases. We are a little extravagant, perhaps. In our Ideas of the education neces sary for our daughters. ' I have before me three or four of the catalogues of the large colleges for women, each setting forth Its intellec tual menu for the little girl who Is leaving her father's roof to be fitted for her work in life. They stand ready to train her In every language, from the Sanskrit and an-'lent Frisian to to day's argot In Paris: in all the arts. In psychology, In ancient and modern methods of politics, of government and of the uplifting of humanity. But there are not 10 minutes of these school years given to teaching the future wife and mother how to spread a plaster for a sick child or to give it a bath In bed. There is no joke which will answer me. Seriously, how often In any woman's life does she need Sanskrit or a familiarity with analytic geometry? How often is she called on to treat a burn or the mumps? Invariably So. "There is one rule of life that never varies." "What is it?" "The less money a man has the larger his appetite Is."