The Lambertville record. [volume] (Lambertville, N.J.) 1872-1968, 1894-06-20
WEDNESDAY. JUNE 20. 1894.
A son OF KIT CARSON.
HOME AND FAMILY OF A DESCENDANT
OF THE FAMOUS SCOUT.

ing Oak Up Santa Monica Canyon Shell
tiers Sam Carson, His Indian Wife and
Their Dark Browed Offspring.
When old Kit Carson died, full Of
years and Indian fights, he left son,
who, resting Qzltent with the name
which his father had won, betook him
self far from the strife of this world and
built him home under the suns OF
southern California. Far up i'll one OF
the canyons of Santa Monica he cut
down few sturdy cedars and built his
shelter Then he covered it with the
mud which he dug from the bed of the
mountain torrent flowing noisily at the
bottom of the canyon. His house was on
the hillside overlooking the stream and
was shaded by huge live oak, which
spead its branches this way and that for
his half Indian children to sit and
swing upon.
This was the home of Sam Carson,
and Just before he built his adobe he
had taken to wife comedy Indian wom-
an whose tribe for centuries had lived
in the foothills Of the Sierras Santa
Monica, whence they could look out
upon the blue Pacific. with Santa Cata-
lima rising, blue hump in the ocean,
30 miles away.
A wanderer up the canyon green I'M
der the warm February sun found Mime.
Carson sitting placidly on stump in
an onion field, mending her lords jeans.
She was Indian, and Indianlike was
wrinkled and worn and bent, though
her eyes were still bright and sparkling.
She looked at least go years old as she
sat there, glancing oannily at me and
then pointing out the ravages which
storm and fire had made in past years.
She put her sewing down on her knee
and in broken English, mixed with Mex
lean Spanish and frequent expressive
little grunts, she told me all their trou-
bles of the past.
The old Indian woman suddenly
turned to watch three little dark browed
children that were chasing one another
along the hills crest, their chubby
bodies silhouetted against the blue sky
beyond.
''Mine-all mine, y sho said proudly,
"Sam's and mine. 1 have had seven
children, four grown, three little. See?'
and she pointed her wriDkled finger Al
the youngsters, now rolling gleofully
down the hillside.
'"Trantulas, chill 'renl' she screamed
''T'rantulas like the warm earth on thu
sunny hills and come out and sting
sometimes little chil'ren dead" she Elk
planned, and then she started sewing
again, leaving the youngsters and thu
tarantulas to their own devices.
"How-how old are your" the visitor
yentured.
The old woman dug thoughtfully int
the dirt with one of her brown toes
Then she drew it back hastily beneath
her skirt and looked over at the noun
tains. maybe 40, she said, with
sudden smile.
''Oh, no, not SO much as that. "
She thought again for a long time
watching the Pacific cleaning in tn
sunlight well, maybe 80 then, ant
she smiled contentedly.
The ocean breeze blew up tho canyon
bringing with it the faint roar of TIN
breakers, Occasionally one could hea
the crack of rife, at which the oil
Indian woman never failed to glance NJ
quickly. Her sewing was almost don,
when Sam Carson, her husband, walket
out of the thickets up the canyon ant
stallsed lazily across the field, gun IL
hand and small yellow dog ut hi
heels. The wife arose quickly, and San
sat down on the smooth stump. He wa
as brown as his Indian wife, his hal
was gray, and his beard was grizzled
He spoke in low toned, deliberate fash
ion, as most people do who live Ion,
under a semitropic sun.
do you see that little cur?" he said
That darned little dog has just killed
wildcat, and the son Of the old scou
wiped his brow and prepared to tell tn
rest of his story. He had reputation
for thrilling and impossible tales.
Me and Baldy--I named him afte
the old mountain over there--me an,
Badly, we was a-slyin through the un
derbrush. l thought I'd shoot SOM
gophers just for luck Well, SIR, wa
standin in front Of big live oak, way
up the canyon there where 1t gets narrer
All of q suddin I heard whirrin nois'
in the air. looked up and bless IN,
if there WASH t a big wildcat flying RICH
down on me- l gave one jump, but
expected the cat would have me the mex
lick. Oh, she was big un, I'm tellir
you.
But Badly was there. He just sailet
into that cat. My, how Badly did shak,
her." and Sam caressingly SHE'D I
lump Of dirt at the diminutive cur
nose. 1t would have been an unpardon
able insult to suggest that any wildca
would have made two mouthfuls of littl
Badly.
did Badly kill herY''
AS dead as snail" said Sam.
well, where is the skin of the ca
anyway" asked.
Badly chewed him all up" sale
Sam thoughtfully. "Chewed him al
up. 'Twasn't worth bringin home, ;
and handing his rife to his wife to car
ny Sam walked slowly back among thu
onion sprouts and disappeared with hel
in the cabin under the big oak.
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