Western Oregon University - Yearbook (Monmouth, OR)

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THE NORM $alling imam HEN the white men first settled at Alsea. Bay, three W distinct Indian tribes were found. The Alseas, whose principal food was shellfish and salmon, occupied the immediate bay and sea shore. The Klicketats were a tribe of hunters living south and southeast of the bay. The Drift Creek Indians lived in the timbered regions around . upper Drift Creek and Table Mountain, to the east and to the northeast. . ' , At certain times during the year, these tribes would meet in friendly councils and for trading purposes. At such times all differences and quarrels were put aside and the time was One of general jollification. Bon fires were built; dancing, singing war. songs, etc., were the chief amusements. Calling Quail, who was the daughter of an Alsea chief, was the most popular of the Indian maidens. She was so kind, gentle and beautiful that all who knew her loved her. Many young braves had sought her in vain, but there was one young Klicketat named Wrestling Bear, who was the most favored by her. He had won his name from a fierce encounter with a great black bear which he killed. Gray Wolf, chief of the Drift Creeks, also loved Calling Quail, and was very j eal-ous of Wrestling Bear. The Drift Creek Indians were not apeaceful tribe, and in order to maintain peace, Calling VQuailis father agreed to sell her to their chief, much against the wishes of the Indian maiden who feared and distrusted the ugly and evil-looking' warrior who was looked upon by his companions as cruel, hard hearted and vindictive. Wrestling Bear, big, generous and brave, made many Visits to the Alseas ostensibly for trading purposes, but in reality to see the Indian maiden whom he loved very tenderly. Their favorite meeting place which was nezar-a little spring among the pines, back of her fatheris camp, is not far from where Waldport now stlandls. HHe had made one of these stolen visits. a short time

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u mm mm m Wm M MMM? xi 1 u n WM! till rum hf amt I ? mi 311'. V .1! van 3 M M q ... M m. ELEVEN THE NORM before Calling Quail was to become- the wife of Gray Wolf. As the time for the wedding drew near, Calling Quail went about bidding her friends good by, all the while her heart grow- ing sadder and sadder. On the last evening, after all the men were seated around the campfire, she stealthily made her. way to the little spring to bid her true lover farewell. Gray Wolf had heard rumors of these meetings and being suspicious, followed her. When Calling Quail had retraced her steps through the heavy pine wood and was standing near the campfire, she heard a distant agonizing cry which caused her heart to sink within, her. The next morning Gray Wolf pulled his canoes ashore saying, lt1 am sick. We shall not go today. All day the fog hung heavy and damp over everything. When evening came Calling Quail said, iiI go get clams for to-morrowis feast? As soon as she was out of sight she paddled her canoe swiftly and silently up the river instead of down, for she knew Wrestling Bear would be waiting for her above. . . When supper was ended and the braves were sitting around the fires whiling away the hours in the usual manner, there was . suddenly borne to them on the night wind, the death song of the Alseas. Instantly they recognized the voice of Calling Quail. With startled faces they ran along the beach calling to her to come ashore. As the canoe passed Yaquina J ohn Point, the moon- light revealed the maiden, sitting in the bow while Wrestling Bear, torn and bloody from blows dealt by Gray Wolf, slowly paddled toward the rolling bar. In spite of the efforts and entreaties of those on shore, the lovers rowed out to the great sea while the song grew fainter and fainter, at least ceased and nothing but the roar of the breakers could be heard. Sometimes on a still evening if you are on the beach, you . may hear a peculiarly distant moaning sound. The old Indians , say this is the song of Calling Quail. E. W.