The Rock Island Argus. (Rock Island, Ill.) 1877-1885, 1883-02-12
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An Indian Girls Romance = Long Year,
of Waiting.

OF WdbIu9s
She was o California Indian, proba-
bly, of the Tulares, and migrated, to Or
egon with her family thirty years AGO.
She was then young girl. and said to
De the handsomest squaw ever seen in
Oregon. In those days white men in
the wildernesses thought it small shame
il any, TO take Indian women to live
with them as wives, and Lucy was
much sought and woeed But she seems
TO have had uncommon virtue or cold
ness, for she resisted al approaches for
long time.
FINALLY man named Pomeroy ap-
peared. and as Lucy said afterward, as
she looked at him she knew he was her
tumtum man. and she must go with
him. He had small sloop and Lucy
became its mate. They two alone ran
1t for several years up aud down the
river. He established a little trading
post, and Lucy always took charge of
that when he went to buy goods When
gold was discovered at Ringgold bar.
Lucy went there, worked with a rocker
like a man, and washed out hundreds of
dollars worth of gold, all of which she
gave to Pomeroy.
With 1t he built n fine schooner and
enlarged his business, the faithful Lucy
At last, after eight or ten years. he grew
weary of her and of the country, and
made up his mind to go to California.
But he had not the heart to tell Lucy he
meant to leave her. The pilot who told
me this story was at that time captain
OF schooner on the river. Pomeroy
came to him one day and asked him to
move Lucy and her effects down to
Columbus. He said he told her she
must go and live with her relatives
while he went to California and looked
about, and then he would send for her.
The poor creature, who had no idea
of treaehery, came on board cheerfully
and willingly, and he set her off at Co
lumbus. This was in the early Spring
Week after week, month after month,
whenever his schooner stopped there,
Lucy was on the shore asking il he had
heard from Pomeroy. For long time,
he said, he couldn't bear to tell her At
last he did; but she would not believe
him. Winter came on. She had got a
few boards together and built herself a
sort of hut. near a house where lived an
eccentric old bachelor, who finally took
compassion on her, and, to save her
from freezing, let her come into his
shanty to sleep.
He was mysterious man. a recluse.
with a morbid aversion to women, and
at the outset it was great struggle for
him to let even an Indian woman cross
his threshold. But, little bv little, Lucy
won her way; first she washed the
dishes. then she would timidly help at
the cooking. Faithful, patient, UMPIRE
Stunning, at last she grew TO be really
the old mans housekeeper as well as
servant. He lost his health, and be-
came blind. Lucy took care OF him
until he died. and followed him to the
grave, his only mourner, the only hui
man being in the country with whom he
had any tie. He left her his little house
and few hundred doIlars-all he had
and there she is sill alone. making out
to live by doing whatever work she can
find in the neighborhood. Everybody
her. She is known. as Lucy
up and down the river. II did my best
to hire her TO come and keep house for
my wife, said the pilot I'D rather
have her for. nurse or cook than any
white woman in Oregon. But she
wouldn't come. l don't know as she's
done looking for Pomeroy to come
back yet, and she's going to stay just
where he left her. She never misses
time waving to me when she knows
what boat I'm on, and there isn't much
going on the river she doesn't know
From the atlantic Monthly.