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THE INDIAN HELPER
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A WEEKLY LETTER
-FROM THE-
Indian Industrial School, Carlisle, Pa.
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VOL. XIV. FRIDAY, January 13, 1898 NUMBER 12
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DON'T WORRY.
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WHY shadow the beauty of sea or land
With a doubt or a fear?
God holds all the swift-roiling worlds in his hand.
And sees what no man can as yet understand. --
That out of life here,
With its smile and its tear,
Comes forth into light, from Eternity planned,
The sound of good cheer.
Don't worry!
The end shall appear.
-ELIZABETH PORTER GOULD in Good News.
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FROM THE BERMUDAS.
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From a private letter from Mrs. Pratt to her children, we take the
liberty of snatching a few descriptions which we are sure will be of
interest to the general reader and of special interest to the many
friends of the writer.
She says in part:
I sit by an open window this bright sunny morning, looking out upon a
garden carpeted with green grass and rendered charming by a great
variety of blooming shrubs; bushes laden with roses; an orange tree,
bearing a sour orange, beautiful to look upon but bitter to taste; a
tall lemon tree with its green, satiny leaves glistening in the sun -
all making a pretty contrast to the bare and heavy branch as of the
Pride-of-India tree, shorn of its beauty at this season of the year, yet
in its very ugliness being suggestive of the beauty of contrast; and a
red bird flits from the gracefully bending branches of the Poncienna
Reiga, steadying itself upon the strong, leafless limb, chirruping up to
me a greeting, which I like to interpret:
"I wish you a Happy New Year."
And then my thoughts flit from this sunny land to one where the chill
of winter is felt, and my heart breathes a prayer that the dear ones
there may indeed have a happy New Year.
To one who has been brought up in a land where dear old Santa Claus
comes in his great fur coat with reindeer and sleighbells, while the
beautiful snow covers all the ground, trees and housetops, with the
exciting mystery connected with the hanging up of our stockings, or the
beautiful anticipations of the Christmas tree, and through the holiday
week, the joys of "sledding" and skating, when all these associations
have been so woven into our early lives, we find ourselves uncertain
about the fitness of Christmas time under the new conditions as we
experienced them a week ago - the soft balmy air greeting us from our
open window, the breakfast table with its roses just gathered from the
garden, the open windows and doors looking out upon the blue waters, of
the lovely Hamilton Harbor, all resplendent in the morning sunshine; the
greetings from our friends seemed like a joke, and in spite of sunshine
and flowers I became quite depressed with a feeling of homesickness, and
I could not shake off the weight of it all day.
We walked to church with our gentlemaly host, along a mile of roadway
bordered by tall cedars, hedges of oleander bushes almost as tall as the
cedars; both cedars and oleanders beautifully effective above the white
stone walls.
On one side we had glimpses of high ground up which winding roadways
lead to aristocratic looking residences, all white, none more than two
stories and many only one, but with broad plazas very southern in
appearance.
We turned to the other side and had lovely peeps of the ocean through
the cedars, and soon we had reached the oldest Presbyterian church on
this island and said to be the oldest on the Western Hemisphere.
We sat in the pew of President Patton of Princeton College, and where
he sat as a boy, perhaps, listening as we did to the story from Scottish
lips of our Saviour's birth.
The minister and his wife have since called upon us and we anticipate
a pleasant acquaintance.
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THE INDIAN HELPER
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PRINTED EVERY FRIDAY
--AT THE--
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.
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Entered in the P.O. at Carlisle as second
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Address INDIAN HELPER, Carlisle, Pa.
Miss Marianna Burgess, Supt. of Printing.
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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.
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Annie Lewis, who is at Colora, Md., sends a subscription for a friend
and adds: "I am getting on nicely. When I return to the school I want a
report of my life in the country that I will not be ashamed of."
Josie Morris who is going to school in New Jersey would have us know
that she is getting on well. She is enjoying excellent health and is
looking forward in happy anticipations to the coming of Miss Shaffner,
who is expected there soon.
A letter from Delia Randall, asking for change of address on HELPER,
shows that she is going to the Indian School, at Lac du Flambeau, but
she does not state in what capacity. Wonder if it is as trained nurse,
for she is a capable one, and able to earn from fifteen to twenty
dollars a week in the East.
Willie Hazlett, who is now at Colony, Oklahoma, as industrial teacher
in the Indian school there, is getting along nicely and wishes to be
remembered to all his old acquaintances in this neighborhood.
-[Montanian]
Superintendent Rovillus R. Rogers, of the Jamestown Schools, N.Y., has
sent us a list of 120 HELPER subscribers. The Jamestown youth have been
taking the HELPER in large nubers for many years, and are keeping
informed on the doings of the Indians who like themselves are on the
rise. Thanks are due to Superintendent Rogers for his thoughtful
interest on our behalf as well as for his attention to the welfare of
the youth under his charge.
A handsome Souvenir, in brown and gilt cover, the booklet showing
views from the Indian Training School at Chemawa, Oregon, has been
received by ye editory, compliments of Superintendent Potter. Any one
reading the historical sketch of the school in front and then looking
over the half-tone plates which follow, can gather a very correct idea
of how they look out there. We are greatly obliged for this peep at
Chemawa - the largest school on the Pacific coast.
The Youth's Instructor, of January 5th contains another illustrated
article about our school by Maud B. Cummins, who for a short time was
one of our corps of helpers. The Youth's Instructor is published at
Battle Creek, Michigan, and is full of interesting reading matter for
all, and especially for the young.
Our Mr. Hendren, who is now at Pine Ridge, S.D., teaching, sends
renewal this week, but modestly says nothing about himself. His friends
in the faculty and among the students will be pleased to learn that he
is still in the land of the living. But, Boo! It makes us shiver to
think of Pine Ridge this cold weather.
"It is quite wonderful how much of interest you manage to put into so
small a paper," says an interested subscriber from Chautauqua, N.Y.
Another in Palmyra N.J., pleases the Man-on-the-band-stand by calling
our students, American boys and girls instead of Indians. Of course,
the so called American Indian is the only true American, and should be
called by his proper name, yet we suppose that Columbus' name "Indian"
will cling for all time to the native of America, so set are we in old
ways and customs. This writer says she was "real glad one of the pupils
of Carlisle school - Nettie Pierce _ called at my residence and
solicited a subscription. Since receiving the HELPER every week I have
become acquainted with many of our American boys, for whom I have great
admiration. May success crown the efforts of Carlisle, and the HELPER
continue to prosper."
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Schedule for Gymnasium Classes.
MONDAY.
At 7:35 A.M. - Large Boys.
At 8:30 A.M. - Small Boys.
At 1:10 P.M. - Small Boys.
At 4:00 P.M. - Large Boys.
At 8:00 P.M. - Large Girls.
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TUESDAY.
At 7:35 A.M. - Large Girls.
At 8:30 A.M. - Small Girls.
At 1:10 P.M. - Small Girls.
At 4:00 P.M. - Large Girls.
At 8:00 P.M. - Large Boys.
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WEDNESDAY.
At 7:35 A.M. - Large Boys.
At 3:15 P.M. - Kindergarten.
At 4:00 P.M. - Large Boys.
At 8:00 P.M. - Large Girls.
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THURSDAY.
At 7:35 A.M. - Large Girls.
At 8:30 A.M. - Small Girls.
At 1:10 P.M. - Small Girls.
At 4:00 P.M. - Large Girls.
At 8:00 P.M. - Large Boys.
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FRIDAY.
At 7:35 A.M. - Large Boys.
At 8:30 A.M. - Small Boys.
At 1:10 P.M. - Small Boys.
At 3:15 P.M. - Kindergarten.
At 4:00 P.M. - Large Boyss.
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SATURDAY.
At 8:00 P.M. - Large Boys.
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Another touch of arctic weather.
Miss Ives, of Chambersburg, has been a guest of Miss Nana Pratt for a
few days.
Russel Whitebear has gone to the Methodist Hospital, Philadelphia, for
treatment.
The public debate between the Susans and the Standards takes place
this evening, and an interesting time is anticipated.
Miss Newcomer, who is a new comer among us, spent Sunday among friends
and relatives in Shippensburg, whom she had not seen for a long time.
Miss Shaffner's address for the six weeks that she expects to spend
among the girls in the country will be 18th and Arch, Care of Y.W.C.A.,
Philadelphia, Pa.
Charlotte Geisdorff is at the University Hospital, Philadelphia, for
special treatment, and it is greatly hoped by her many friends that she
may be benefitted.
The athletic field was turned into a skating rink on Saturday last,
several boys enjoying the skating over the hard crust of snow and
coasting down the steep sides on their skates.
Miss L.W. Ronaldson of New York City, and Miss Anna Dawson, Field
Matron at Ft. Berthold South Dakota, arrive as we go to press, and are
interested in the sights of the school.
Mr. Norman has a new varnishing room, which fills a long felt want in
his painting department. He now can do a nice piece of work, and put it
in a close, dark room out of the dust, until thoroughly dry.
That was a heavy snow to shovel last Friday morning, but we can take
one satisfaction, the cleaner we keep our walks the less likelihood
there is of sickness. A regiment of boys soon clears the walks, whereas
it seems an endless and hopeless task to a few.
Director Wheelock, of the band, is getting up something that will be
entertaining in the way of music, and of a different order from anything
we have ever had before. If prepared we will hear from the band
tomorrow night, if not, we will wait until they are ready.
Miss Wood, has been under the weather for a few days but is again on
her feet. La Grippe seems to be no respecter of persons, or things,
even attacking the timber of our school. Miss Cutter had premonitions
of an attack but was able to grip the monster and come off conqueror
while on duty.
Dorothy D. Naiches who since she quit school has been living at
Steelton with Mrs. Mason Pratt left this week for Oklahoma to live with
her Indian people. Dorothy has many excellent qualities, and it is to
be hoped that she will land among friends who will find them out and
help to make life pleasant for her out there. Her many friends at
Carlisle and Steelton wish her well.
The following officers were elected in the Standard Literary Society
last Friday evening: President, Joseph Gouge; Vice-President, John
Garrick; Recording Seceretary, Corbett Lawyer; Corresponding Secretary,
Edwin Smith; Treasurer, Eugene Warren; Critc, Geo. Hazlett; Ass't.
Critic, Frank Beale; Sg't-at'Arms, Edw. Willing; Editor, Jacob Horne;
and Manager of Musical Department, Abram Isaac.
On Tuesday Mrs. Dandridge took a flying trip to Philadelphia on
business.
Mrs. Standing is rapidly recovering from La Grippe, and took her first
sleigh ride on Wednesday.
These days of good sledding are when the country school in bob-sleds
cometh to see their red brothers.
There seems to be a great run on the new books in the library. It is
said that some of the pupils do not know how to take care of good
books. We have not this from head quarters, but it has been observed by
"Ye Observer" that several fine and expensive books have been soiled and
mutilated by careless handling on the part of pupils. The
Man-on-the-band-stand has only to say on this point that we will learn
in this as in everything else. Only a dunderhead would do anything to
spoil the looks of a book, and we are fast getting out of the dunderhead
age into a more cultivated and refined student age of the school.
Mr. Weber has perhaps the most exposing work of any of the mechanics
employed at the school, but did any one ever see him take hold of a job,
however disagreeable and difficult, that he did not go at it with all
his heart, mind and strength, showing active interest at every turn of
the hand until the job was satisfactorily done? Down in the dirt, up to
his elbows in freezing water, in ditches or on the highest pinnacle of
the smoke stack, under buildings, inside of hot boilers, repairing
electric wires or seeking out the stoppage of some drain or sewer pipe -
laborious and naturally distasteful labor, yet the worker, always ready,
willing and in a good humor and always an example of perseverance and
pluck to the boys so fortunate as to be detailed to work with him.
There are other plucky men on our force, but a bad breakage in the water
pipe on Tuesday, causing Mr. Weber to work in water up to his elbows
until he was numb, attracted the special attention of the
Man-on-the-band-stand, and yet he heard not a word of complaint.
One of the most delightful sights that we have to gaze upon these
days is the skating pond, out of the work and school periods. Even at
the noon hour, when there is but a half hour for play the pond is full
of happy boys and girls who make the most of a little time. Only a
minute's walk from any of the quarters and less than a quarter of a
minute to a boy on the run, the pond is convenient to those wishing to
employ their odd moments at this exhilarating sport. Unlike many boys
and girls that the Man-on-the-band-stand has seen, ours do not skate to
the last minute, to report at school or work late, but scores and
scores may be seen taking off skates fully five or ten minutes before
the work and school bell rings, in time to make themselves presentable.
All in the school rooms must be tidily dressed and in the work-shops
they must have on work clothing. Rosy cheeked girls, and skating-boys
with tousled heads and red noses, clear-eyed and quick brained,
returning to school and work are greatly admired by the
Man-on-the-band-stand who loves to see his boys and girls enjoy play
when they have earned the right.
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Surrounding the church is an interesting old grave-yard - many of the
graves very old, but few having names attached, only numbers which
correspond with numbered names in the church archives.
We have had several long carriage drives and many short wheel rides.
The roads are smooth and hard, but there are hills to climb, and "I am
not as young as I used to be."
We have crossed the bay many times in a row boat, but I do not enjoy
the small sail boat. Your father has sailed about the bay and fished
some.
Two days ago we drove to the town of St. George, which lies at the
northwestern point, fourteen miles from here.
St. George was once the chief town, but from its position, it was
considered unsuitable for the capital.
Hamilton which was more centrally located was chosen, although I am
told St. George has the best harbor.
It is a curious old place and there is a quaint picturesqueness about
it. The streets are so narrow that as we drove through one I thought we
were merely making a "short-cut" to the Barracks, where we were going,
and as we passed a party of boys, they backed up against the wall so
that we would not drive over their toes.
A few of the streets have been widened.
After calling upon the Commanding Officer of the Barracks we returned
to the little town, ate our dinner at a hotel built in 1633, took a snap
shot at one of the little streets, entered the carriage and turned
toward Hamilton, promising ourselves the pleasure of another visit to
the curious Spanish-like town.
While we were climbing toward one of the forts we sighted our ship -
the Trinidad, sailing steadily toward Hamilton Harbor, and being
confident there would be messages for us we were anxious to hasten our
return, but there is a trying wait of several hours after the steamer
arrives before we get our letters.
As the days go by and the little journeys are taken each day I become
more and more impressed with the fact that we are resting upon a very
small bit of land almost in the centre of a great ocean. The greatest
width of Bermuda is a mile and a half, many places not more than a
half-mile wide and even less in many other places, until there is
scarcely a thread of land or coral rock as it stretches out into coral
reefs, and while we ponder upon the smallness of this island we
remember, too, that it is the farthest from any other land of any known
island; but it is a staunch little bit of land, founded on a rock,
inhabited by a sterling people, and we hope to gather strength while we
sojourn on Bermuda Island.
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ITEMS FROM THE HASKELL LEADER ABOUT PEOPLE WE KNOW.
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The Haskell Leader is again full of news and is neatly printed.
The following items are about those who have sometime been connected
with our school:
"Miss Kemp went home for the holidays.
Miss Mosher visited her father and mother in Wichita on Christmas.
Samuel Townsend, foreman of the Leader office, visited with friends
in St. Louis, last week.
Mitchell Barada can tell you the correct time now. He and his friend
received ice watches from home on Chrsitmas." The Man-on-the-band-stand
is afraid they will melt, but guesses that the "n" fell off of the word
nice in the process of printing and so turned the watches into ice.
There are interesting items in every issue of this Leader. It comes
twice a month, is a little larger than the HELPER, and is only fifteen
cents a year. Send your subscription to Miss Ball, Haskell Institute,
Lawrence, Kansas, and keep informed as to what is going on at our big
sister school of the West.
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ENJOY THEIR COUNTRY SCHOOL.
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We get many letters from Indian pupils who are going to country
schools, which tell of their pleasures and progress at school:
A recent letter from Asenoth Bishop who is at Mt. Holly, N.J. says
she has been promoted to another building and grade and that she will
have to study much harder. She had a pleasant Christmas.
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Minerva Mitten, at Rancocas, writes that she is getting along finely
in school.
She sits with Margaret Provost, who seems also to be getting on
nicely.
And adds:
"I am so glad to say that we have a very nice teacher. I guess I can
say that we had just as good time on Christmas as they had at Carlisle.
On Friday before Christmas we had an entertainment in the school
building in which several of us took part."
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Enigma.
I am made of 9 letters.
My 1, 8, 6, 3 is an Indian found at Carlisle.
My 9, 7, 2, 4, 9 this Indian can eat.
My 1, 5, 9 is a nick-name sometimes given to this Indian.
My whole was an Indian Chief. A friend of the Indian.
Subscriber.
ANSWER TO LAST WEEK'S ENIGMA.: Valley View.
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Transcribed from the Carlisle Indian School newspaper collection of the
Cumberland County Historical Society by Barbara Landis, Carlisle Indian
School Research - http://www.epix.net/~landis.
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