Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 371 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 1.

Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 1 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 371 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 1.

Crab catching at night on the Yaquina Bay by the coast Indians was a very picturesque scene.  It was mostly done by the squaws and children, each equipped with a torch in one hand, and a sharp-pointed stick in the other to take and lift the fish into baskets slung on the back to receive them.  I have seen at times hundreds of squaws and children wading about in Yaquina Bay taking crabs in this manner, and the reflection by the water of the light from the many torches, with the movements of the Indians while at work, formed a weird and diverting picture of which we were never tired.

Not long after the arrival of the additional troops from Yamhill, it became apparent that the number of men at Yaquina Bay would have to be reduced, so in view of this necessity, it was deemed advisable to build a block-house for the better protection of the agents and I looked about for suitable ground on which to erect it.  Nearly all around the bay the land rose up from the beach very abruptly, and the only good site that could be found was some level ground used as the burial-place of the Yaquina Bay Indians—­a small band of fish-eating people who had lived near this point on the coast for ages.  They were a robust lot, of tall and well-shaped figures, and were called in the Chinook tongue “salt chuck,” which means fish-eaters, or eaters of food from the salt water.  Many of the young men and women were handsome in feature below the forehead, having fine eyes, aquiline noses and good mouths, but, in conformity with a long-standing custom, all had flat heads, which gave them a distorted and hideous appearance, particularly some of the women, who went to the extreme of fashion and flattened the head to the rear in a sharp horizontal ridge by confining it between two boards, one running back from the forehead at an angle of about forty degrees, and the other up perpendicularly from the back of the neck.  When a head had been shaped artistically the dusky maiden owner was marked as a belle, and one could become reconciled to it after a time, but when carelessness and neglect had governed in the adjustment of the boards, there probably was nothing in the form of a human being on the face of the earth that appeared so ugly.

It was the mortuary ground of these Indians that occupied the only level spot we could get for the block-house.  Their dead were buried in canoes, which rested in the crotches of forked sticks a few feet above-ground.  The graveyard was not large, containing probably from forty to fifty canoes in a fair state of preservation.  According to the custom of all Indian tribes on the Pacific coast, when one of their number died all his worldly effects were buried with him, so that the canoes were filled with old clothes, blankets, pieces of calico and the like, intended for the use of the departed in the happy hunting grounds.

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