The sun. [volume] (New York [N.Y.]) 1833-1916, 1897-10-10
TEPEE, THIRD FLOOR, UP.
a CHICAGO W0M4N,s HUNT FOR IN
DIANs IN NEW YORK.
Though n Policeman In sprinE street Laughed
nt Hcr. She Found n cripple in nroome
street who Carried the Keys to the WiEwnn
MINT ahn nnn.nnh rrnnn Ifa Occunnnfn.

NN'AH TAN UuN ~
street who Carried the Keys to the w'Ewnm
What she Learned from 1ts Occupants.
This is n story about q Chicago woman who
went on n hunt in New York for Indians.
Somebody had tcld her that there wero Indians
IN Grccnwich. And sho had found ont whcre
Greenwich begins and ends.
She bought u guide book on the street and in
vested III a few trinkets for squaws and pa
pooses. 1t WIS not because she had never seen
an Indian that she went upon this expedition.
But tho idea of finding Indians in New York
that fascinated her.
Somebody had told her to go to Broome street.
and In that street and in Spring street and
maybe in West Broadway she might find In
dians. The person who gavo this information
did not intend 10 deceive the woman, but sim
ply repeated what he had read. She entered
Broomo street from West Broadway and strollcd
west, seeing n different class OF buildings from
those elsewhere, seeing a population that was
decidedly mixed, and occasionally she realized
tho sensation which q delicate constitution is
apt TO experience when it strikes an infected
atmosphere. But such an atmosphere Is one Of
the trails to the wigwam.
She reached Carmino street and returned to
varick. Not IAN Indian had greeted her sight.
She strolled up to Spring street. There were
only evidences of civilization, such as children
on tho sidewalks and vegetables in several
stages and a butcher shop here and there and
moro children and a horse car. But there was
nothing that looked like any tcpee she had seen
in the West. She met II policeman. The aver
age woman of Chicago is no more disconnected
by n policeman than she is by n bargain coun-
ter. but this woman Is an exception. She had
never before had any occasion to speak to a
policeman. She rallied her courage and
II am looking for Indians" she said. It
was not what she had intended to say, but she
"lndiansi' repeated tho officer, who had
been asked about nearly everything, but
never before about Indians.
Yes" The Chicago woman had her second
wind by this time. There are Indians some
where in this part of tho city, and l want to
The, policeman looked several ways and sev,
cral times at the woman. She was all right in
NO. lady New York policemen have
he replied. s"Im thinkin' its a wrong steer
somebody's been givin. ye. It's ten years I'm
u seen IN ali thai time. It's a wrong steer ye
Most Chicago people, men and women, know "
the commercial sense. is the shibboleth Of the
Windy. In n Clark street sense it is an inyi.
tation to give up oil you have. But this Chi
cago woman who was on IN Indian hunt in
New York had'nevcr been to the stock yards;
certainly she had never been on Clark street:
lin chicago you arc ''on'' a street, never in
one.l She ignored the word, but insisted on
"A friend told me they were here she said.
HE didn't know. lady, now that's a fact"
And / read 1t In q newspaper" she in
"Gwan, Now We have been readin' one of
attention. lady to them. give ,ye mo word
it's ten years I'm here. and in that time the
dams as gits drunk every Saturday night.
Dawn't We believe it,"
He walked away: She went her woymeast
Broome, cast on Bro"mc. She met. a strange
kind OF cripple. Ho had q club foot and a
once in n hundred hunts.
Excuse, me said the Chicago woman in q
am looking for an Indian colony. There is one
around here. Where is iti" 49,,
We ' r. ta t 9Rp't tap, n, teiTa floor Keep s0in' till
This Information was too prompt. It was
too eom n hne r Anxious sh as T Mas the ,x Chicago ,o f W9l
them all in z heap: in one place, at one time.
floor, right at The top; ye can't %lss r." ~.
won aas ' aHa R her i heart beat beat fa ssAea inc on''AS'
We'll, ma'am. there's one as l know Of, and
meb sEd more more ior But 3nssss s kin walk right up to the
'.This doori" she asked, starting for n door
which had been made in the early times, .,o
That door, yes, ma'am,' answered the
The Chicago woman turned tho knob. The
door was locked. She told the cripple, for there
was no doorbcll. OF course not. Indians do
not have doorbclls. Then the cripple came TO
her relief. He pulled n ring OF keys out of his
"Shades OF Gitchie Mantle and the rest of
Hiawatha!" this Chicago woman thought. Not
only:did she stand upon the threshold OF n tcpec.
but mere was q man who had the keys to the
The cripple opened the door, An aged scrub
woman was at her work. She pointed mp a
back stairway and the Chicago woman gathered
1 hon I-tr and lfNha llirNhlny Tn n -
dians-wasn't that funny7 1t was q strange
sight she saw when she got TO the top; There
One could stand erect in the hail between the
rooms, but II one stepped aside ono must bend.
The kitchen arrangements OF this tcpcc were in
the hall. That is. in the front. But. then. New
York Indians do things differently from those
in Oklahoma, perhaps.
as there were veins greeted the Chicago woman.
But not until the Chicago woman had greeted
How was the Chicago woman's greeting,
Of course. That is the way to speak to an In
dian before he becomes educated to football.
Good afternoon, was the response.
The Chicago woman spared for time. Then
Perhaps | am WRONG sho said. II was
looAing for an Indian lady. Are you-do you
Another woman not so wrinkled came from
another room. She bowed and asked in fairly
good English:
d YOU want some moccasinsi"
man, although the thought was sudden.
i maxi lHtIll. Shl'i INC oIlttl
"Rcal-moccasins-like-the Indiansi"
YES, mn'am."
'Out OF the leather of dcorl"
NO. ma'an; out o goatskin mostly"
is that your child, may askf"
":Sure. That's my Amy
Are yon-yOu are not an Americana:
"My father was. I'm Canadian born"
Did you ever know of any Indians in This
place anywhere around herei'
There was n woman lived downstairs who
was a Canadian. She used to go out rs a
now, what You call that where they paint your
"As model
Yes, ma'am. That's II. When business
was dull she went out for that, and sometimes
she fix up like Indian"
,."Ah, then she is not an Indiana real In
diani''
"Only as | tell you, ma'am. Jest to paint by
who is that man downstairs who lei me Inf
Hes thc-now what you call himi'
"JanitOri'
NO, not janitor he rent the rooms
Hes the landlord is that iti"
Landlord, yes, Ina'am.'
well, he told me there were Indians up here
Nav. That woman that they paint by, sh,
tell him to tell"
sis that air.