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Date: Mon, 11 Oct 1999 23:27:00 -0700
From: Barbara Landis <[EMAIL PROTECTED]>
THE INDIAN HELPER
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A WEEKLY LETTER
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Indian Industrial School, Carlisle, Pa.
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VOL. XIV. FRIDAY, September 1, 1899 NUMBER 45
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VERSES FROM WHITTIER'S "REFORMER."
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Our friend, John A. Laing, of Quakertown, says that when the White
Wing of Peace hovers over the whole world, then the following verses of
Whittier will be realized:
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WHERE frowned the fort, pavilions gay
And cottage windows, flower-entwined,
Looked out upon the peaceful bay
And hills behind.
Where the doomed victim in his cell
Had counted o'er the weary hours.
Glad school-girls answering to the bell.
Came crowned with flowers.
Through prison walls, came Heaven-sent hope,
Fresh breezes blew, and sunbeams strayed,
And with the idle gallows-rope
The young child played.
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MRS. PRATT IN SOUTHERN OREGON.
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From Mrs. Pratt we get the following interesting description of some
recent sights:
In Southern Oregon, among the foothills of the Cascade Mountains is
located the Klamath Indian Agency, ninety miles from the railroad.
To reach the Agency we left the railroad from a little station in
Northern California, named Ager, "staged it" twenty miles the first day
to Klamath Springs, where many people from California, and from all over
Oregon, to get relief from rheumatic pains by bathing in hot, sulphur
mud-baths.
A day's rest, and we are in a four-house wagon climbing the
mountains, up and down, over "rocks and rills," twisting around mountain
peaks, with precipice on one side, where one could slide down hundreds
of feet to drop into the deep and swift-running Klamath river.
But we did not drop. Instead, we enjoyed the wildness and the tall
pine trees, as we listened to our driver's bear stories.
The second day's experiences were thirty-five miles long, when we
came upon a pretty little town snuggling among the hills, where we were
to rest for the night.
The next day's journey was a pleasant change from the mountain
climbing, as we then embarked upon a beautiful lake; our little steamer
was not of the most improved pattern and could not well be called a
staunch vessel, but it carried us safely 40 miles to the upper end of
the lake, where Agency wagons awaited us. Then three miles of dust, and
we were at the end of our destination.
The Agent, Captain Applegate, is a most hospitable man; his home was
our home for ten days, his genial family, our friends.
Several picnics and fishing excursions were arranged for our
entertainment, and one special and interesting trip I wish our HELPER
friends to know about.
Many centuries ago- the most learned geologist cannot tell how many,
but it was ages and ages ago - there was a great volcano that towered
above the lofty peaks now in evidence, like Mt. Hood and Mt. Shasta.
This volcano must have been a grand sight in its day, and it must
have burned with wonderful fury, sending out fire and lava, as the whole
Klamath country plainly shows that it was once an immense volcanic
field.
In course of time, this burning mountain, in the very heart of the
Cascade Range, sank thousands of feet, and now in its caldera a
beautiful lake reposes - "The Crater Lake."
Our party of 15 started from the Agency on the morning of August 9th
on a pilgrimage to this lake.
Besides our three wagons there were three saddle horses for our young
people to enjoy in turn, as a rest from three-on-a-seat in the wagon.
A shower of rain the night before laid the dust, so that we were able
to enjoy looking at the pines, lovely mountain flowers, and further on
at the noble ferns that were impressive in their loftiness.
Our road for some distance ran beside a deep canyon, intensely
beautiful with its chis-
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John Webster, '98, is at Walker, Minnesota.
Miss Newcomer has returned from Shippensburg.
William Paris Chambers, the famous Cornetist who played in Harrisburg
last Saturday evening, was pleased with the accompaniment that the
Indian Band gave to several of his solos.
Isabella Cornelius, '92, is at her home in Oneida, Wisconsin, on a
vacation. It will be remembered that Miss Cornelius has been teaching
public school most successfully in Connecticut for several years.
The Indian boys at the Beacon-by-the-Sea wish through the columns of
the HELPER to express their gratitude and great indebtedness to Miss
Margaret N. Toby for her presentation to each of them of a Bible, and
they all extend sincere thanks.
Caleb Sickles, '98, now of Dickinson College Preparatory School, says
that the boys at the Beacon-by-the-Sea have won eight games of baseball
from different teams along the coast. He also says that Charles Roberts
is second cook. Three cheers for Charles!
We have our subscriptions now on cards filed alphabetically in a case
adapted to the purpose. There are three empty drawers which hold over
5000 names. The Man-on-the-band-stand wants to see them filled up.
Don't you? If each subscriber would send in JUST ONE name, this week,
we would have to get a new case immediately. Try it. Don't put it
off! The best way in the world to help a good cause!
Miss Wood speaks of meeting our old foreman Leander Gansworth, '96,
who is now on the Boonville Herald, Oneida County, New York, supporting
himself and working up an honorable reputation. He runs the linotype
and has an insight into the general working of one of the best equipped
country offices in the State, receiving good compensation for his
labors. He is respected and shows by hi general bearing that he is
progressing along those lines that are uplifting. We are glad to hear
this of one who always proved trustworthy and reliable while with us.
TWENTY FIVE DOLLARS!!! The person sending us the most subscriptions
before Thanksgiving Day, 1899, will receive in cash the sum of
twenty-five dollars. There are certain easy rules and restrictions
which must be followed. Send for them at once if you are going to enter
the contest.
The storm that began last Saturday afternoon and did not end till
Monday was the severest of the season, so far. Several trees were blown
down. Some ladies in town had to be carried over the rivers in the
streets; cellars were filled up. Our spring at the near farm backed
water so that a can containing several gallons of cream was upset. Mr.
Bennett's turnip patch was washed into the spring, his third planting.
The campus was strewn with branches of trees and there was general
dilapidation all around, but we needed the rain and got it.
The weakest argument that a person can offer for an Indian parent not
sending his children away from home to school is that "the Indian is as
fond of his children as the white man." He CANNOT be, if he is not
willing to give his children the very best opportunities offered. A
white man who is educated and knows the value of an education loves his
children so much that he will sacrifice almost anything to get the money
to send them away to the best schools.
The Band will give the following program tomorrow (Saturday) evening on
the public square in town: 1. March, Salute to Burlington - Sherman; 2.
Overture, Semiramide - Rossini; 3. Selection, Chimes of Normandy - Coon;
4. Aria from Lucia di Lamermoor - Donizetti; 5. March, Our President -
Reeves; 6. On the plantation - Ch. Pnerner; 7. Selection, Cavalleria
Rusticana - Mascagni; 8. March, Stars and Stripes Forever - Sousa; 9.
Suite, Aboriginal, Part I - Wheelock; 10. Dragoons Call - R. Filenberg;
11. La Traviata - Verdi; 12. Patriotic Selections
After spending a delightful summer vacation out on farms and at the
sea shore the seniors and juniors have returned ready and willing to
take up with renewed energy the work of the ensuing year. Many and
varied have been the experiences of the returned party but all have been
improved by them. Minds have been rested from the cares and toils of
school life. Bodies have been invigorated and strengthened and hopes
and ambitions long silent have been awakened. They are ready to help in
the onward march of the young Indian and to prove more forcibly than
ever that there are GOOD Indians who are not "dead ones."
Jacob Jamison, '98, and Bertha Dye, '99, were married at the home of
the bride, Varsailles, New York, on the evening of August 26th, Reverend
George Runciman performing the ceremony in the presence of a company of
friends. C.C. Lay's Cornet Band furnished the music and a beautiful
supper was a spread for all, and immensely enjoyed. Rev. Runciman sends
the information and adds that the wedding was a very enjoyable affair
and that the bride and groom are "really a nice couple." Both have
hosts of friends among the HELPER readers and at Carlisle, who will
rejoice at the glad news and extend congratulations.
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School opened today.
Goodbye, vacation, '99!
We now have enrolled 922 pupils.
Miss Hulme returned on Monday.
"How dry I WAS!" cried the grass.
The HELPER buys paper by the ton.
The school building is getting a coat of paint.
Annie Kowuni, '97, is back from her vacation.
Miss Paull arrived on Wednesday evening.
Mr. Snyder has a kissing-bug; five cents a sight.
Miss Forster came on Wednesday. How "art" thou?
Lettie Scott, '99, has gone to New York State to teach a district
school.
Dr. Diven is in New York State on business connected with the school.
Once get the reputation of a blunder-maker and you can get a position
nowhere.
Grangers' picnic people from Williams Grove are in evidence, this
week, as visitors.
Miss Rose Poodry arrived yesterday noon with 14 pupils from the New
York Agency.
Ollie Choteau, one of our printer girls, is spending two weeks among
friends in Wellsville.
Miss Seonia, teacher in No. 4, has returned from her vacation outing
at the seashore and Philadelphia.
Mr. Snyder is back and at his post of duty, seeing that his tailor
apprentices drive the goose properly.
Miss Mary Nickles, of Shippensburg, has been visiting her cousin, our
Miss Newcomer, for a few days.
We are pleased to be able to report that Miss Miles found her father
better when she arrived in Oregon.
Miss Weekley came in from South Carolina Wednesday evening, having had
headwinds nearly all of her ocean trip.
A fast workman who makes blunders is an expensive man to have around
and all employers know it. Accuracy FIRST.
The digging of long ditches for the new sewerage system now authorized,
is in operation, and the work is no play for those who have it to do.
Get the reputation of being a speedy as well as accurate workman and
you are always in demand, and when the proper time comes you will get
good pay.
Miss Clara L. Smith of Eire, Pa., who has been a teacher at Ft. Shaw,
Montana, Indian school, for some time, ahs been transferred to Carlisle,
and arrived this week.
Major Pratt came quietly in on Monday, having dropped Mrs. Pratt and
Miss Richenda by the way. They will visit relatives and friends in St.
Louis and Indiana, and return early next week.
John Teepee, of Michigan, who at one time was a pupil of the Mt.
Pleasant school, shows that he has a business mind, and that he came for
a purpose, for he immediately applied to enter a trade and chose the
printer's. He is already classed among the typos.
Mrs. Capt. Long of Carlisle, with Mrs. McCall, teacher at the Glen
Mills school near Philadelphia, visited us last Friday.
Superintendent Pierce of the Oneida Boarding School, and Mrs. Pierce
arrived on Saturday with a party of 21 pupils for our school.
Miss Hill brought the worst storm of the season last Saturday.
That's natural we suppose, for do not storms frequently follow hills and
mountains?
Samuel Miller, of the Stockbridges, Wisconsin, has re-entered
Carlisle after a year or so at home, and takes up his work as a
compositor where he left off.
The next thing to "I like the little paper," is "I must have the
little paper," then five 2 cent stamps in a letter and it is yours.
Easy! We thank so many people for saying "I like it."
The storm interfered with the Band open-air concert Saturday night, but
abated sufficiently for all to go to the Assembly Hall, where they were
entertained with some fine selections.
Mr. James D. Flannery, '94, and his bride, both of the Mt. Pleasant,
Michigan, school arrived yesterday at noon receiving a rousing welcome.
They will make an extended visit, and home at the hospital, while there
Oh, yes, we have had a vacation, but have our boys and girls been
idle? No. The girls of Mrs. Zeamer's class in the sewing department
made 689 new pieces, and repaired 1093 pieces, in August.
Miss Martha Hench, formerly of our corps of workers and now of the
Hahnemann hospital, Philadelphia, was out visiting old friends and
associations last Saturday, a guest of Mrs. Given. She is at her home
in town for a brief vacation.
The welcome that was given to Major Pratt when it was known that he
had arrived was a cordial one all around. The band played some of their
best selections, and the hand-shaking was hearty and general. the
Man-on-the-band-stand thought he read in the Major's face that he was as
glad to get back as the people were glad to see him.
When Miss Carter started on her vacation to Massachusetts a single
ticket was enough, but on Monday a telegram came to place eleven tickets
at her disposal, which made the Man-on-the-band-stand think that her
rest and recreation was agreeing remarkably well with her. She arrived,
however, on Wednesday morning, from St. Regis with ten pupils for the
school, which explained all.
Which one of the representative women at the school got on the
trolley car the other evening without pocket book or money? Finding
that a pass was not easily obtained, the fare was "given" to her for the
time being by a Ninty-sixer who happened to be on the same car and took
pity on the unfortunate traveller.
Mrs. Anna Montgomery and her daughter Rachel of Shippensburg, Mrs.
Aughinbaugh and Mrs. Heasley of Pittsburg, with Mrs. S.B. Shearer, wife
of Superintendent of the schools of Carlisle, paid our school a visit on
Monday afternoon. They went through all departments, and Mrs. Shearer
says were delighted with the school and its beautiful surroundings.
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eled rocks, its water-falls and glimpses of a deep and turbulent river.
After travelling about twenty-one miles we stopped by the side of a
beautiful mountain stream to rest our horses, and to eat our luncheon.
The water was ice-cold, and the chilly air from the snow-banks above
made us hover closely around the rousing fire of pine knots that the
gentlemen hastily built beside the road.
Nine more mils, the very hardest pull for out teams were now before us.
Captain Applegate, whose great, and I may add affectionate interest
in Carter Lake, has for many years led him to use his efforts in
enabling tourists to become acquainted at least by sight, with this not
easily described wonderland, had determined that we should camp at the
rim of the lake. So in spite of the discouraging accounts from several
"campers" we had met on our way, of "insurmountable snowbanks" and
"twisting roadways," that had "obliged them to camp two miles below in
the forest and then walk to the lake," we climbed on over all the
difficulties, even the snowbanks, which fortunately were so frozen, that
our wagons passed over them without much more than breaking the crust,
and thanks to our courageous and resolute leader we reached the top just
as the sun was setting.
We were so fascinated with the beauty of the lake that we could not
at first grasp the wonderful grandeur of it all.
A brief survey, and we turned aside to a little hollow, where our
tents were pitched, and there we endeavored to make ourselves
comfortable for the night.
The next morning we devoted several hours in an unscholarly and
ungealogical manner studying the why, how and wherefore of the wonderful
sight before us.
Try to imaging yourself standing upon the rim of a basin twenty miles
in circumference varying in height from 500 to 2,000 feet to the waters
edge.
The inner slope of the rim, although precipitous, is not a continuous
cliff, but there are many cliffs and there are slopes, some well wooded
where it is possible in places to descend to the water, but there is no
beach, the steep slopes above the surface of the water continuing
beneath to great depths.
The color of the lake is deep blue.
The water is so transparent that even on a hazy day, a white dinner
plate ten inches in diameter may be seen at a depth of nearly 100 feet.
The greatest depths of the lake soundings have been 1,623 feet.
We descended the wooded slope a short distance within the rim to a
projecting rock, where ewe had an excellent general view.
A very special feature is an island lying about two miles form the
western shore.
Its irregular western edge, and the steep but symmetrical cone in the
eastern portion are very suggestive of volcanic origin.
The cinder cone represents a perfect little volcano with steep slopes
- 845 feet, surrounded by a crater 80 feet deep.
Captain Applegate, having walked completely around the lake and
having visited the island, we were enabled through him to learn much in
the few hours we visited this "another great wonder" of the great
Northwestern country.
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THE HARRISBURG BAND CONCERT.
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The crowd at Reservoir park last night was as large, if not larger
than any of the park this season. Notwithstanding the immense crowd,
the best of order prevailed and everybody was delighted with the music
rendered by the Indian band and Professor W. Paris Chambers, the noted
musician. The band was composed of fifty Indians, and so well was the
music rendered that the best critic was unable to find occasion to
criticize. Every member of the band is a musician, and performed his
part in a manner that proved his musical abilities. Mr. Dennison
Wheelock, the masterful twirler of the baton, deserves credit for his
good work. Professor Chambers again demonstrated to the thousands of
listeners last evening, his great skill in handling the cornet. The
number of people at the park was estimated at 10,000, all of whom were
pleased with the musical treat. -[Star-Independent.
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THE TALENTED NATIVE.
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Rev. Edward Marsden, of Saxman, one of the brightest of our Native
Alaskans, and the only Native that has taken a full college and
theological course of study, is in town for a short visit. Mr. Marsden
was one of the first scholars at the Sitka Industrial School, and he is
an honor to his Alma Mater and to his people. He will preach at the
Presbyterian church on Sunday evening, and we hope there will be a large
congregation present.
-[THE ALASKAN.
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Enigma.
I am made of 8 letters.
My 5, 6, 8 is what our roof-makers work in.
My 3, 7, 4, 5 is worn by people and is found on the outside of
animals and buildings.
My 1, 2, 5 is a large tub.
My whole is what we have no more use for this year at the Carlisle
Indian School.
ANSWER TO LAST WEEK'S ENIGMA: The Heat.
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