TTTTr RTTNITATT OlSUGUNia POIOTIAD, APTJL 9, 1916.
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ECAMB OF
EVA EMERY DYE ADDS NEW FACTS TO ROMANTIC STORY
OF THE "BIRD WOMAN OF EARLY OREGON.
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in New York
the story
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of
"The Conquest,"
In'ia and Clark, hv F.va Emery
Dye, of Oregon, renews interest in its
romantic heroine, Sacajawea.
For 100 years after the overland ex
ploration of Lewis and Clark to the
Pacific Ocean the memory of the
Indian girl who led them through the
mazes of the Montana mountains was
lost or buried in musty archives. Just
before the Centennial of 1905 in Port
land, Or., however, "The Conquest"
resurrected the forgotten heroine and.
placed her on a pedestal with the great
adventurers themselves.
The story that a young Indian girl,
only 14 or 15 years old, the slave wife
of a French interpreter, saved our
National expedition and perhaps Na
tional domain, came as a surprise,
heightened by the fact that through
all that fatiguing journey she carried
a young baby on her back.
Publication of "The Conquest" was
followed by newspaper stories, songs,
eulogies and editorials attracting fur
ther attention to this unique and ro
mantic figure in American history, and
artists and sculptors vied in depicting
the features of the Western Pocahon
tas. Perhaps as the result of an editorial
review in the Chicago Inter-Ocean as
much as anything the art directors of
the St. Louis Fair in 1904 appointed
Bruno Louis Zimm, of New York City,
to prepare a figure to stand In their
group of Nation builders. Before mod
elling his statue the sculptor devoted
a. year to research in Indian literature
and ethnology and it was this sculp
tor's Inquiries at the Shoshone Reser
vation in Wyoming that revealed the
sequel to Sacajawea's career.
Rev. John Roberts, an Episcopal
missionary among those Indians for
many years, remembered Sacajawea
and officiated at her burial at the Sho
shone agency in April, 1884. Dr. Grace
Raymond Hebard, of the Wyoming
State University, at Laramie, corre
sponded with Mrs. Dye, of Oregon, and
others and gradually absolute proofs
of her Identity were unearthed.
It appears that when ' Touissant
Charboneau, her French husband, be
came old and feeble Sacajawea re
turned to her own people, the Sho
shones, who were in the habit of rov
ing from Idaho to Wyoming. In the
neighborhood of Bridger's Fort, in the
'30s and 40s, young Charboneau, Saca
jawea's son, was a well-known guide
to Wyeth, Bonneville, Fremont and
others and is mentioned In several
overland journals of that period. Cap
tain William Clark Kennerly, of St.
Louis, a nephew of Captain Clark, of
the expedition, told Mrs. Dye when she
was writing "The Conquest" that he
and Jefferson It Clark, out on a hunt
ing trip, met Sacajawea's son at
Bridger's Fort in 1842 and knew he
was the identical boy educated by Gov
ernor Clark in St. Louis.
One incident not mentioned by Mrs.
Dye in "The Conquest" proved an es
pecial confirmation: When Sacajawea
met her brother. Chief Cameahwait, on
the great expedition, the Lewis and
Clark Journals say that Sacajawea's
sister had died and left a child. This
boy. about 2 years old, Sacajawea im
mediately adopted. So there were two
children with her on the trip to Ore-
gon; and these two remained ever with
her, one pure Indian and her own part
white. Their children and crrandchil-
dren are now living on the Shoshone
Reservation, in Wyoming.
While Sacajawea was known as the
Bird-Woman in Dakota, probably be
cause her captors were the Crow or
Bird Indians, from whom she was pur-
chased, in Wyoming she was Sacaja-
wea, the Boat-Pusher. She was also
called by old Shoshones Wadze-wip,
the Lost Woman.
For many years official of ,
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agency had known the story of Sacaja-
THE IRON
Contlnued From Papa 2).
your tenement holdings. I have ignored
a number of scurrilous Insinuations
which have come unsigned through, the
mails to me. But when I receive a
note like this, threatening me and my
iHB republication
business, I regard it as about time to friendship costs, Golden, I want no before him. Yet even before he could the room. Clustered about the table,
see you, face to face." more of it!" And the next minute throw back that switch a thin coil of bent close over the map, he could see
Golden took the sheet of paper from 110 was hurrying from the house and smoke curled Up from the scorched Stein and Legar and two of his un
ite banker's hand. He stood regard- leaping into his waiting limousine. paper, and Manley, starting at it gave known accomplices. Manley advanced
ing it with troubled eyes, for it read: Golden, sitting at his desk, stared a sudden gasp of comprehension. silently into the room, crouching low
"You are a friend of Enoch Golden, startled and vacant-eyed before h im. But he had no time to digest that aa he went. For on the table he had
the oppressor of the poor, the scav- Yet that young secretary who was discovery, for even as he stood there he already caught sight of the , blueprint
enger of unclean gold. The blow that so foolishly accepted as feather-head- heard the sound of approaching steps, of Stein's projector apparatus. So,
is about to fall on you and your bank ed was, at the time being, anything He saw a door on his right and darted holding his. breath,' he crept closer and
falls because of thi3 alliance with evil
doers. You are warned.
The grim-jawed millionaire turned
on hia visitor.
"And you, Grlswold, let some slink-
ins coward frighten you with a threat
like this. You, a man who has handled
millions for me, stand ready to allow
eome tin-horn blankhander to bully
you into a panic with a typewritten
threat?"
"Stop!" commanded Griswold. "That
Is not all. Nor Is this afternoon's pa
per, with its bitter attack on you and
your tenements all. But three hours
later my fellow-banker, Gresham of
the Third National, received a warn
ing identical with mine, and already
the building of the Third National
bank is in flames! And what, I want
to know sir, is the meaning of it all?"
Golden sank weekly in his chair.
"Legar again!" he gasped, under
his bieath. "But what, Grlswold,
could have caused that fire?"
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lice nor the bank officials have yet the still open door dropped his par- And i tnat tower had been 60 feet Brief as was Manlev's visit to Dollce door- wielding night-sticks and flash
been able to answer. A paying teller eels and stole quickly yet guardedly hierher vou'd have s-ot tr hiiflin!r ".,.:.,. ing firearms.
K'hrt first conr Ka flamao fnlt c-..
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through the bank window and rest
on the spot where the flames first
broke out. But that is absurd. It's
incendiarism, sir, sheer incendiar
ism!" The telephone bell interrupted Gold
en as he was about to speak.
"Yes, this is Mr. Golden's house.
Yes. Mr. Golden i3 here. What's
that?" He leaned forward for a mo
ment, listening. Then the receiver
fell from his flaccid hand. "My God,
PlUvold, your building fia iul
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wea; she often told of the Journey with
"the first white men" to the "Big
Water," and kept the Jefferson medal
given by Lewis and Clark to her hus
band, Charboneau.
It seems that Charboneau himself
in his old age died on a Journey out
toward Great Salt Lake, where the
Indians, according to their custom.
burned all the valuable papers he had
carried for so many years. Those who
knew her report Sacajawea as short
and small, lively and spry to the last.
dying when about 94 years old. She
was often seen carrying bundles of
faggots on her back to her tepee, a
typical, energetic, industrious Indian
grandmother.
At the grave of Sacajawea, on Wind
Rlver Wyoming, the Daughters of the
American Revolution have recently
erected a concrete monument with a
brass plate bearing the inscription,
'S.?5a,weS- di.ed APril 9- 1884- A guide
wna me iewia ana Clark expedition,
1804-1806. Identified by Rev. J. Rob-
CLAW BY ARTHUR
The Union-Traders" bank Is burning."
"So it came!" cried the white-faced
banker as he caught up hia hat and
started for the door. He stopped only
for an instant, before striding out
of that door. "If this is what vour
but idle. Ten minutes after his talk
over the wire with Golden he was in
a taxicab speeding towards the Steiner
house on Maple avenue. A block away
from that house he dismounted, saun
tering casually up to the home of Le-
gar's confederate as a tradesman's de-
livery wagon stopped before it.
"Boy," he said to the youthful driver
of the wagon, "that housemaid at the
door' there is mjr steady. But we
scrapped and she won't even see me.
Here's a dollar if you let me hand in
that box of groceries for you!"
"Sure," said the boy, as he pocketed
the bill. Manley, whistling blithely,
carried his armful of parcels into the
1 tradesman's entrance.
"My driver says these things weren't
paid for," he coolly announced.
"Dey vass paid for, ef-ry-ding vass
Pa.1.d,1. German girl.
Then you go and tell him that."
was the other's calm suggestion. And
as the belligerent-eyed maid strode out
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library and half laboratory, he stared
in wonder at the strange apparatus
which stood on a table in the center of Manley suddenly ducked back behind ments on the East Side, keeping a be
thls room. This apparatus at first a waterproof, smelling acridly of acid wildered fire department shuttling im.
sight, he thought to be an X-ray ma- burns, for footsteps had approached potently back and forth.
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of the features of a wireless equip
ment. He bent over it puzzled, tenta
tively moving from side to side a
huge tubular reflector o polished
metal, as menacing and sinister look-
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erts, who officiated at her burial." H.
E. Wadsworth, the United States
Indian agent to the Shoshones at that
time, is now stationed at Chemawa
and 13 familiar with these facts.
The Daughters of the American Rev
olution of Montana have recently
marked several spots made famous by
Sacajawea and are discussing a bronze
statue. Last Fall a splendid Lewis
and Clark pageant was staged by the
Daughters at Armstead, Mont., at the
unveiling of a bronze tablet given by
Senator Clark. Every character in
the expedition was personified, with
Sacajawea for the heroine. The Gov
ernor and other notables co-operated
and the Oregon Short Line Railroad
prepared a site for the monument at
an expense of more than 1000, grad-
ing and filling in cement for the walls
and a cement foundation near their
station at Armstead, the spot where
the expedition met Sacajawea's broth-
er. Chief Cameahwait. The Butte Tomb
stone Company presented a huge
He even stooped and interrogatively
turned a switch which stood on one
6ide of the' apparatus. The next mo-
ment white ray pierced the air of the
shadowy room, centering a disk of
vague incand
through it- He realized, as soon as he
had Hnna Mm tYlat Via Vi ti r t-vi m i t f o
the fatal error of diving into a trap,
For he found himself in a small clothes
closet hung with garments of many de-
"captions. And already he could hear
the sound of steps.
As he peered out through the still
partly opened door he saw that it was
the German maid who had entered the
room. Then she crossed to the closet
door itself, straightened the edge of the
disordered rug, closed the door and
turned the key in the lock.
A moment later, Manley, with his ear
agalnst the panel, heard the sound of
heavier steps. -Then came the even
more interesting sound of voices.
"Veil, wat do you say of Oldt Stein
now, maybe? You still fink he talk
fooUsh vn h rlaim dncA .rMxi. i
i POn1unction mil- mnvfririn a,ir.via.
impulses couldn't maybe start a leettle
combusion von or two miles away, eh?"
"A little combusion. Stein?" said an
unknown voice, "you've peddled 'em out
like, eunfire. all over tha damned -itv.
tje.S". an-d. marked on hIa ma!
"Mein frlendt. dot job was not vet
finished. Ven night comes, der rest of
dose leettle fires vill take blace!"
me closet door' and me key was being
turned in tne iock.
The fugitive stood close against the
wall, draped by the waterproof, as
the spectacled scientist groped blink
ingly about for his housecoat.
"Und you, Legar, if you blease. show
me on der. mas chooBt vat remains lo
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be done. Vieh buildings vlll you have
viped out, ven der viping is still goot?"
Manley, emerging from under cover,
saw that the old German had left the
closet door a trifle open. So, -moving
still closer. He had the blueprint in
hia hand Knf d P nm Vi a AnnlH nlin Hnrlr
from the table edge his presence was
detected and his retreat cut off. There
was no time for deliberation as to his
next movement. In point of number it
was four to one. So he darted for the
window, going through it like a circus
rider through a paper hoop.
A minute later the conspirators were
after him. But Manley, rolling through
a clump of shrubbery and doubling rab-
bitlike on his pursuers, dodged under
cover. By the time he had recovered
his breath and his wits he slipped un-
observed from the grounds, rounded
the block and climbed into his waiting
taxicab.
"Police headquarters!" he told the
driver. For high above the skyline
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gar's agents were still operating from
their eerie in the Tower building were
nu fiin.i'. 'i.i.
their mysterious and intangible arrows
-in
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and tartim, movement from the
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For the mysterious fires
break in out even in crc
were now
Legar and Stein. Manley felt
sure.
now that their suspicious were aroused,
would lose no time in getting back to
the Tower, which stood as the center
of their campaign of destruction. A
simple problem in trangulation also
soon convinced the central office au
tboiitj.es that Jdnlex wag tight la blp
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declaration that these rays of destruc-
tion were being directed on the city
from one point and only one point. And
the order for the charge on me enemy
was given out.
The attack on Legar s skyline quar-
ters was a feverishly hurried and yet a
surprisingly orderly one. Two police
mr,tnr ,r,nv, rTlnlr t th Central
Tower building, quietly discharging ,lilu i-"s. -s"- ghostly voice. And had that wide-eyed
their two squads, and the lieutenant and started in pursuit. group stared closer into the fireplace,
leading those men as quietly marshaled Legar, however, was already a con- instead of at the silent and motionless
them through the street entrance of the siderable distance in the lead. And at bira on lts perch, they might- have no
skyscraper. Manley, from his taxicab, the end of that sudden drop, before ticed where a small stone, little big
Joined them as they crowded into the Manley could pick himself up, Legar
ger than a man's hand, had been
elevator. was on his feet and across the lower worked loose and lifted away from the
It was not until they reached the top room floor. There he swung open a heavy wall separating that unseen
floor that the elevator came to a stop, door heavily fireproofed with sheet- watcher from the room into which he
At the same moment that they poured, iron, slammed it shut and turned the nai been peering.
out into the narrow hallway a mechan- key in the huge lock, even as the Yet that stone was once more in place
ician in his shirt sleeves opened the breathless Manley staggered against it. before Legar and his worthies peered,
door leading from Legar's private Manley, Joined a minute later by squinting-eyed, about the smoke-
workroom and started down the hall,
Before he could retreat or slam, shut
the door the lieutenant's revolver was
covering him. Reaching back to his
hip, his hand was already on the butt
of a blue-metaled automatic Before
he could whip out that weapon, how-
ever, the lieutenant's quick eye com-
Prehended the movement and hi3 own
firearm spoke first.
The shirt-slsevcd figure fell in a
heap, where he had stood in the open
doorway.
At the sound of that shot, from with-
in could be heard sudden calls and
shouts and hurrying steps.
"That's Legar," cried Manley, as he
caught sight of the one-armed figure
side by side with a bespectacled Ger-
with a bespectacled Ger-
man striving and fighting to push shut
the intervening door. But the fallen
man's body lav In the way, and the
door refused to close. Before that body
could be dragged to one side, the lieu-
tenani ana nis men were in inrougn me
,,
It was Manley himself who caught
P a chair and brought it crashing
aowo 011 a. Mmuseiy compucatea
mechanism standing squarely in the
light of the Tower window. He re
peated the blow viciously, like an en
raged man striking at a rattlesnake.
There was a crash of delicate machin
ery, a shatter of glass, a tinkle of fall
ing metal, a quick hiss and a spit of
venomous wire that seemed charged
with hate. But Manley did not pause
until the ruin was complete. Then
he remembered Legar.
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boulder, that was also transported free
of charge, and excursions ran from
Butte, Dillon and other neighboring
cities. During the exercises one lady
in Indian costume sang the "Sacajawea
Lullaby," composed by Miss Zillah Har
ris, daughter of Mrs. Nathan Harris,
of Portland, Or.
Another statue of Sacajawea by the
sculptor, Leonard Crunelle, has been
erected by the women and children of
North Dakota on the capitol grounds
at Bismark. This, with the one de
signed by Alice Cooper and erected
by the women of the Northwest at
Portland, makes three statues of Saca
jawea, and others are under consider
ation. At the first wild charge into his tower
room the master criminal had dropped
crouching behind a work table, darted
acrosa to his parcel Bhute and there
touched a hidden spring. The next mo-
ment the chuta stood pen and
wa3 descending like a plummet to the
"o below. But not before Manley
the police, struggled at this door. But
their struggles were fruitless. Still
another precious minute or two elapsed
before one of the officers, emptying his
revolver into the huge lock, could force
it open. By that time Legar had
worked hia way down to a window
that opened on a fire escape. Along
this he scurried, like a street cat on
the run for its life. And light as a cat.
too, he dropped to his feet in the court
below, swung over the five-foot wall
that shut him off from a narrow lane.
rounded the nearby corner and lost
himself in the stream of traffic that
surged along the open street.
There, once he had made sure the
coast was clear, Legar hailed a taxicab
nH hnrrlcH csstvard to the Owl'a Nest
Tn- T-ee-or kent more than nn
lron in the fire. That one-armed figure.
however, was not the only figure ad-
vancinir on this narticnlar point. For
two minutes after Legar went rocking
and swerving eastward he was followed
bv a straneer in a second cab. This
stranger drove straight to the water- cracklings or me lire ana me wo.iu
front. two blocks to the north, dis- sical curlings of the smoke, a pipe and
missel his taxi, and earnestly con-
ferred with a rougniy-aressea long-
shoreman, who later rounded the slip
in a rowboat and took the stranger tne eartn, pmcsmg ai me trees as
aboard. They then dropped down with though they were strings, turning vi
the tide, drifting silently in under the brant all the air, making of it a tumb
dripping wharf timbers until they ling, unseen surf. I shall listen In pa
came to the water gate once made use tience and mark the billowing film of
of by river pirates and lighter thieves, tent, and marvel how thin Is the pro-
tection against discomfort. When
Legar. in his quarters beneath the clamor dies out of the sky, and the
Owl's Nest, was in anything but an sun illuminates a glad world, I shall
amiable mood. He stared about at hia leave shelter, rod in hand, with all the,
coteria at tuxs&xoix cenjederates,
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stared at them with open disgust on hla
face.
"This is a fine drum of floaters and
feebs!" he declared, "and me hounded
through the streets without a gun
man to help me make a stand!"
"What's up, cap?" asked a c.oke-snuN
fer at the time-scarred table.
"What's up?" echoed the irate Le
gar. "The whole game's up if things
can't be managed any bettor than this!
They've got Stein and his men, and
they'll be here getting you next!"
"Are yuh beefin' at me along wit"
the rest of this bunch?" demanded a
man in a Consolidated Gas company's
uniform.
"Yes. I mean all of you!"
"Well, didn't . I get this skirt bacIC
for yuh?" demanded the pseudo meter '
inspector, with a movement of his hand
towards a white-faced girl cowerins '
back in her chair close to the smoke
stained fireplace.
A gleam of triumph showed in Le
gar's narrowing eyes as he stared
down at the girl.
"So we've got you back, little onet"
he mocked.
She winced as he wheeled her rough
ly abeut, but remained silent. "So the
lovely flower didn't lose its petals, after
all!"
A sleepy-eyed parrot, standing on its
perch beside the empty fireplace,
stirred uneasily at Legar's rough move
ments. The girl, rising slowly from
her chair, stared into Legar's evil face.
"What are you going to do with
me?" she demanded.
Legar laughed.
"Y.ou won't be asking questions about
it, when you find out! H'h! You'll be
as silent then, my pretty one, as that
old parrot Is!"
"Courage, little one, courage!" said
a low yet distinct voice, out of the si
lence. Legar, at the sound, wheeled sudden
ly about.
"Who taught that damned bird to
talk?" he demanded. There was a stir
of uneasiness aboutl the room,
"Why, cap, that parrot can't talk,"
declared the tremulous coke-snuffer
at the end of the table. "It never
could talk."
"Then who said 'Courage'?" called
out the irate master criminal.
I did," said the same distinct yet
stained masonry. Only, the hands of
the girl, sitting silent and thoughtful
in her chair, were no longer trembling.
The cowering look had faded from her
eyes. For to her that voice had not
seemed an altogether unfamiliar one.
(To Be Continued.)
The Peace of Angling.
(John Matter, in The Forum.
Already the peace of angling is well
ing up within me; a peace that differs
from any in the world. And as I walk
I remark how patience comes with
angling peace. I look aloft and won
der if the rain will fall or the wind
blow on the morrow. Then I ask my
self, what matter? I have Iain in
camp through rainy days and delight
ullv watched the weltering clouds. The
multitudinous pattering on the canvas,
the wet breath of the pines, the inten-
sified sounds of the drenched wilder-
nave suiacea ms. xucji v.n dwo.v-,
n again. 1 snail nave me pleasant
a friend for converse. Ana lr it diows.
wimi. ouus a bu.. .oicu i u.o.
strummer who thrums over the arcs of
9K9XA thanksgiving,