THE INDIAN HELPER
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A WEEKLY LETTER
Indian Industrial School, Carlisle, Pa.
Each one furnished with sixty wings,
With which we fly on our unseen track,
And not a minute ever comes back.
We are but minutes - yet each one bears
We are but minutes - when we bring
We are but minutes - use us well
NATIONAL CITY, Cal. Feb. 24, 1888.
My DEAR MAN-ON-THE-BAND-STAND: -
While enjoying the spring-like freshness of the vegetation in Southern California, the fragrance of blooming wild-flowers, the songs of summer birds, and the warmth of the pleasant sunshine, I cannot bear to think of you standing on that cold band-stand and shivering in the north-west winds.
I have heard of the deep snow you had at Carlisle; how the Indian boys gladly turned out to dig the railroad trains from high snow drifts.
I hear what pleasant times some of the people there are having, sleigh-riding but I cannot help feeling sorry for you while the others are having good times.
Here the grass is green.
Here the trees are thick with summer foliage and hanging with golden fruits.
Here people are working in their gardens.
Here we have fresh garden vegetables to eat - new potatoes, onions, lettuce, radishes and other things.
Here green fields of grain wave in the soft breeze and add beauty to the landscape.
My friend, bring your band-stand over here.
| Carry it across the Rocky Mountains and let it rest on one of
the sunny hill-tops overlooking our two cities, National City and San Diego,
and this beautiful bay and lovely ocean.
Here you would not need an overcoat in winter to keep you from freezing, nor a fan in summer to keep you from melting.
Here in this delightful climate where blizzards are unknown and thunder showers rarely experienced, here where the sun shines nearly eveyr day in the year, here where Eastern people come to rid themselves of the heat of summer as well as the cold of winter, this is the place for old gentlemen like you.
I hear you sigh.
I see you wipe your eyes with that large red handkerchief.
I see you shake your head sorrowfully and say "It cannot be! I cannot go! My duty keeps me at Carlisle."
True! You must not move your place!
Dear old Carlisle is the place for you.
The Indian boys and girls need you there to help keep them straight, and to tell them the news of the school.
They do not always like what you say about them, but they like *you*.
You are their friend and they know it.
Yes! Yes! You must stay there!
You have many nice things there to enjoy, and it is a grand place to do good.
Do not get discouraged!
Do not let those careless girls who break so many dishes make you feel badly.
Keep a good heart, and believe me,
Sincerely your friend and chief clerk,
Extract from a Composition.
"There are great many people who can make books, and some people
can paint nice pictures in them. Some Books are guilt with
silver color. There is one book that tells about the world and you
see that book is very interesting to read. I wish I know how to make
nice books and put some interesting story like some people."
PRINTED EVERY FRIDAY
Indian Industrial School, Carlisle, Pa.,
BY INDIAN BOYS.
---> THE INDIAN HELPER is PRINTED by Indian
boys, but EDITED by The man-on-the-band-stand
who is NOT an Indian.
P r i c e -- 10 c e n t s p e r y e a r
Entered in the P.O. at Carlisle as second
class mail matter.
Address INDIAN HELPER, Carlisle, Pa.
Miss Marianna Burgess, Supt. of Printing.
Do not hesitate to take the HELPER from the
Post Office for if you have not paid for it
some one else has. It is paid for in advance.
Tuesday evening we had in the chapel a very interesting talk from
Mr. Kanzo Uchumiura, a Japanese student, who has been studying three years
at Amherst, Mass. He is going back to Japan now but he wanted to
see Carlisle first. He spoke of the belief that some people have
that the Japanese and the American Indians are of the same origin, that
the Japan current in the Pacific Ocean, which is like the Gulf Stream in
the Atlantic, may have brought the Japanese over here hundreds of years
ago, because this current sometimes now drifts Japanese fishing vessals
from their own coast across the Pacific Ocean to the coast of America.
He spoke of his own likeness to the Indians.
[3 Japanese characters followed by the words, "mouth, tree, to
| The monthly sociable Friday night passed off very pleasantly.
Everybody had a good time, but all missed Capt. Pratt, who was detained
at home by a heavy cold.
Strains of sweet music from one corner of the gallery soon started a long line of promenaders. It was a pretty sight to watch, as group after group paired off, and joined on, till it looked a triumphal procession, heralding the new social and family life that is dawning on the dark "Indian Problem" of past years.
Then came the usual mingling of boys and girls with games and chat. A merry laugh here and there, bright faces and the quiet talk of friendly couples showed that all were happy. The little folks filled quite a large space with their great circle of joined hands as they enjoyed a singing play.
Later on we were interested watching eight active boys, four contesting at a time, each pick up a row of a dozen Indian clubs, one by one, carrying and placing them on end at the starting point. It grew quite exciting, cheers rang out for John D. Miles of the first hour, and George Nyruah of the second, as they gained on the others, and won.
At closing time the whistle gathered those from the "Little Boys Quarters" and they filed out. The girls followed. Then the four companies of the large boys were formed and marched out by their sergeants in good order. The sociable was over.
Pictures of the "Apache babies" for sale.
One of the boys thanked Mr. Campbell for circus-board instead of checker-board the oher day.
Some of the printers say that they know what, the "P.I." means in the P. I. Society. We will not tell.
Louis Hoffman, of Chicago, Ohio, a little eight year old subscriber to the INDIAN HELPER, the "baby of the family," was instantly killed by a railroad train last week.
One of the old Carlisle boys writes: "I have been asked and urged to drink many times, but always could say "No." My aim is to do that which is right if I possibly can." It takes the best kind of courage to say that little word "no." All honor to our boys who bravely say "no" to all wrong doing.
"MY DEAR LITTLE DAUGHER:--I received two letters from you. I like to hear from you to know that you are well. My brother, your uncle, has a little baby girl. My other brother Ce-at-zirn Powattie has one little girl and one little boy. I have four horses. Jennie Keswi and Ni-o-aya and I send much love to you. I make bread in the kitchen.
Your loving mother, _________ ."
A young working man fell on an old, dirty, rusty cotton-hook.
It went through the palm of his hand, hurting it very badly. He was taken
to a hospital. The surgeon kept the wound open to throw off all the
bad matter in it. The hand became much swollen. The surgeon watched it
carefully, afraid he might have to take it off. After a time it began to
mend, and then he thought he would have to take all off but the thumb and
two first fingers. By and by, while he waited, it began to heal and after
a time it was healed. The surgeon was surprised and said to the young man.
-Today is home letter again I want to tell something about our school.
I think our school house will be torn down in this spring and rebuilt because
Congress has promised to have new school house this coming spring, and
I hope may be as large as our Quarters. It seems too that the Carlisle
is going on and on, as you know that I left you in 1883. And
I came at this school, and saw the old dining room was too narrow and there
was but one story high. The tables were standing close together,
and the boys' Quarters were only two stories high one great big doors on
big hinges too, like horse stable. The boys were sleeping in the
same room sometime sixteen or eighteen boys each room. They made great
noise and could hardly think something to study because too much noise.
I don't like it at all and so I did not stay a great while I went out on
the country, and there I spent one year and an half. I returned in
1885 and I got back and I saw a great big dining room which had been built
up since I was away. Again I went out and stayed only six months
and came back again. That was in 1886 Capt. Pratt and us boys began
to think about it that our boys spent so much money foolishly and so Capt.
Pratt's disciplinarian called attention and all the boys were present,
all the boys put some money in that collection. Again I went into
the country. I was very much surprised that when I came back and
saw a great big building extending toward west to east three stories high.
Hallo! New Quarters I said, and I saw Little Boys' Quarters, they just
starting to build and was finished both Little Boys' Quarters and a new
Gymnasium last Nov. 1887. Now we are comfortable every thing is going
on all right. Big new Gymnasium I think all the boys and girls like
it because we are going to have sociable once a month.
A Geographical Puzzle.
One day as a (cape of Massachusetts) and her brother (a river
in Virginia) were on their way to school, they saw a (lake in British America)
coming along the road led by two men. The children were much frightened,
until one of the men said, "Do not be afraid, he will not hurt you." They
stopped and looked at the great animal, who was so (a lake bordering on
Minnesota) to any they had ever seen. "Where did you get him?" asked (river
in Virginia.) I caught him in a (river in Wisconsin) trap up in the mountains
of (where the Crow Indians live.) "Tell us all about it," said (cape
of Massachusetts) "Well, said the man, "I had been out on the plains hunting
for (city in New York,) and finding none, went up into the mountains, and
set some traps there. Sometimes I found a (another river in Wisconsin,)
and sometimes I was lucky enough to shoot a (part of a river in Massachusetts.)
But one morning as I was going out to fish for (a river in Idaho) I thought
I would go and
|look at a trap I had set beside a (city of Arkansas.) As I passed through
the (bay of Wisconsin) bushes near the place I heard a sound, and I laid
aside my rod and line and looked at my gun for I did not know what I might
find. As I came around the (river of Illinois) I saw this (lake in British
America.) caught by both front paws. Knowing that I could not capture him
alone, I hurried back to the miners’ cabin where I had been staying, and
got them to come and help me. We took him down with us and kept him until
he seemed quite tame then we started out to show him in the cities and
towns. But we do not think this life is a good one, and so we are taking
him down to the Zoological Gardens in (city of Pennsylvania) where we will
leave him, and then go to work. "Thank you," said the children, and seeing
their schoolmates, (cape of New Jersey) (city of (Georgia), (cape of Virginia),
and (city of Texas) coming toward them, they ran on to tell them what they
had seen and heard.
I am composed of 17 letters.
ANSWER TO LAST WEEK’S ENIGMA: Our new Gymnasium.
Answer to Conundrums.
Because he distributes the letters.
Indian Helper newspapers are transcribed weekly and emailed to a group of Carlisle Indian school student descendants, descendants of school administrators and other interested parties. If you would like to be added to the list of recipients, email Barb Landis.For back issues or to search these transcriptions, Gary Night Owl has been downloading them to Wotanging Ikche, NA News, where they are archived.
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