Told by the Pioneer's - Washington Secretary of State
Told by the Pioneer's - Washington Secretary of State
Told by the Pioneer's - Washington Secretary of State
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<strong>Told</strong> <strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pioneers<br />
and a pair <strong>of</strong> lla\'y revolvers. He was a fine looking Indian, fully<br />
aware <strong>of</strong> his power as chief, which waH well demonstrated when We<br />
were weighing some beef we had bought <strong>of</strong> him, which 'was cut in pieces<br />
varying' from ten to twenty pounds, but it must be weighed. The<br />
chief went to :\Ir. ~Ieh'ille, <strong>the</strong> only man in our party who had scales<br />
for weighing, and taking <strong>the</strong>m in his hand examined <strong>the</strong>m carefully,<br />
although he could not tell one figure from ano<strong>the</strong>r. Then, looking<br />
eareflllly around at <strong>the</strong> many faees, and seeming satisfied with <strong>the</strong><br />
sCl'Utiny, he came to me and gave me <strong>the</strong> scales ",vith a sign that I do<br />
<strong>the</strong> weighing, at <strong>the</strong> same time seating himself flat on <strong>the</strong> ground<br />
among us. I weighed, Lane standing <strong>by</strong> with a book and pencil to<br />
tall~-. En'r~' time a pieee was weighed tl1(' chief would spring up, examine<br />
<strong>the</strong> seales elosely, give a gruut, whieh means, "Yes," and sit<br />
dO\Vll. He eontillllPd thus until <strong>the</strong> last pieee was \\'(~igll('d, Lane mak,<br />
ing <strong>the</strong> :,ettlC'ment with him for our party.<br />
Yellcn\' Serpent ,nlS killC'd at <strong>the</strong> battle <strong>of</strong> 'Valla 'Yalla during a<br />
fOl1r-c1aYfi engagement in <strong>the</strong> spring <strong>of</strong> 1856, while he was trying to<br />
make his escape from <strong>the</strong> "olunteers, who held him as a frienc11~' Ill'<br />
diml, to join his trihe, ,vhich he had represented as friemll~', but who<br />
were reall~' waging' bitter ",varfare against "'hite settlers. A bro<strong>the</strong>r<br />
<strong>of</strong> thifi chief we hired to guide us to <strong>the</strong> Xaches Pass. I must not negled<br />
to sa'- that neal' "'alla 'Valla we saw <strong>the</strong> site <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> mission stao<br />
tion <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> noble :\/arens "-hitman, A log house eovered "'ith straw,<br />
held ill place b~- poles erosswise <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> re<strong>of</strong>, stood near <strong>the</strong> bank <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
'Valla 'Valla, amI a little garden and orchards were euclosod noar <strong>the</strong><br />
houses amI a little far<strong>the</strong>r on we sa'" <strong>the</strong> graves <strong>of</strong> 'Vhitman and his<br />
wife and <strong>the</strong> heroic little band <strong>of</strong> workers, who were massacred <strong>by</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
Indians some :,'ears previous to our arri"al. Our guide, who made a<br />
horse trade with ~Ir. "\Ielville, in which he considered himself cheated,<br />
grew indignant and deserted us, and w(' were left in a strange countr~'<br />
without a landmark, a compass, or guide nothing to help us. 'Ve<br />
traveled on, howe,'or, to <strong>the</strong> Yakima River, which we crossed, and<br />
here lost <strong>by</strong> death OlJe <strong>of</strong> our party, Mr. ~rcCullough, a relative <strong>of</strong><br />
:Mrs. "~oolery, no,,' one <strong>of</strong> Puyallup's esteemed citi7.ens. Until this<br />
sad e,-ent, ~Irs. 'Yoolery was <strong>the</strong> life, <strong>the</strong> sunshine <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> party. Everyone<br />
land "Aunt Pop," as she was familiarly called, but this occurrence<br />
east a shadow over her bright face and made <strong>the</strong> remainder<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> journe:,' gloom:,', when we thought <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> lonely grave on <strong>the</strong><br />
banks <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Yakima.<br />
anI' next obstacle was a can:,'on at 'Vells Springs, which it seemed<br />
impossible to cross. From <strong>the</strong> Yakima River we had been followed<br />
<strong>by</strong> a band <strong>of</strong> Indians, who had kept our wives and children in perfect<br />
terror, but <strong>the</strong>~' ehatted and laughed a3 <strong>the</strong>y rode along with us, <strong>the</strong><br />
t~'ees or big men heing dressed in buckskin leggins, handsomel~' bead-<br />
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