Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1909-12-27

the American flag obtained it's name,
"Old Glory" The naming was spon-
taneous, shouted out by Captain Will
liam Driver, when his vessel, the
Charles Doggett, was presented with
a new flag on his return to Salem, in
1891. Captain Driver always kept his
flag in his camphor-wood sea -chest,
which had accompanied him in all his
voyages around the world" says the
author During the Civil War, the
Captain was living in Nashville, Ten
nessee, and many attempts were made
by Confederates to destroy "Old
Glory" but the hiding-place was new
err Uncovered. 1t was sewed into Il
quilt, and remained there until the
Fcderals captured the city, when the
hoisted it. The flag now in the Es-
sex Institute at Salem, Massachusetts.
which is claimed to be the original
"old Glory is stated to be substi-
tute put forth by the Captain for the
better protection of the original. 1T
is expected that Mrs. Roland (the
Captains daughter) will present Old
Glory to the Historical Association
of Tennessee. and together they will
again be united in the city where
sleeps the old sea-sa ptain.'
Upon the Onas have been saddlcd tile
ignominy of habitual treachtry, the
torturing of captives, the use OF poiS-
oned arrows, and cannibalsm. TO
the aggressive white man of TERRA del
Fuego the sharp pain of an arrow
fired from ambush, the sudden on
slaught in the dark of the long winter
nights, the driving from his range of
of iccks of sheep from the land the
white men have taken, and the blood
revenge, are treachery. To the Ona,
fighting against his extinction, it is
strategy.
Treachery there undoubtedly is
among them. Not so very long ago
they surprised and killed the members
of a surveying party near Useless Bay
within sight of their own vessel, and
on the east coast fell upon a party of
adventurous miners, crushing their
tent down upon them in the night and
stabbing them to death. How many
crews NltChSu tilS NiNiiAitS - s''N
Strait of lie Marie, reaching the coast.
have persisted at their hands will never
be known. Many of these episodes
were in retaliation for white mems
atrocities Shooting the "chunkies'
on sight for a bounty as one might
clear the land of ground-rats was the
order of the day. Poisoning the blub-
Der CT stranded whale and stealing
Ona women red-handed We're not the
worst of deeds committed by the
rangers who crowded the Ona from
the north, the miners who pitched
their tents OH the shores of his few
good harbors. and those irresponsible
nomads of the sea who happened along
his coasts-the whaler, sailor, and ad-
venturer But the innocent unfortu-
nately often pay the price for the
guilty.
Of the hundreds of beautifully FASH
toned arrows | have seen, not one was
poisoned. and | know of no authentic
record of such procedure. Had this
been their CUSTOM. it certainly would
nave been employed in the case of two
white men OF my acquaintance who
were DUH Sciiouo NouiiuSSf VA Nii-
northern frontier by the Ona Cautemp-
klc. whom 1 also knew.-Charles w.
Furlong, in Harpers for January.
Beside me, on little platform in the
darkness, stood man blackened with
glittering dust. bending slightly for
ward, his hand on a lever, his face
grimy and lean, and from under his
old SLOUGH hat his eyes impressive and
1uint-watching. The platform quivcr-
ed under our feet; the air throbbed
with deep, amending thunder; the
space in front and below was alive with
red, fantastic lights, impenetrable sha-
dcws; and beyond doomed three black
tanks, so huge that the gangs of men
below seemed tiny. Scurrying demons.
These tanks had funnel tops, and out
of the tunnels poured columns of
fia,nes-white. red. blue, and green: in
sheets. IN darting forks, in heavy. roll
ing pillows. The man Wrenched
back a lever. Slowly the tank on
the left dipped forward on its axis,
heaving out of its funnel II dazzling
moth beast in a rage breathing mil
mons OF SpdTkS, diIu pluuSHiS INV III
hissirg and crashing, into vessels made
ready below. This is the birth Of steel.
Seeming alive-but blind. Wrerchcd
out Of the ground where it has lain
rigid and dark for hundreds of thous-
ands OF years; hurled into the fire. and
noty laundering forth to be pounded
and rolled into beams and rails and
plates and bars. to be rushed out ever
the country cold and hard and glitter
ing blue; to build SkyScrapers. facto-
ries, hanks, bridges. tunnels. and ships;
to add to the -hundrcd- Thousand
mile web Of the railroads; and most
vital of all. to make millions of busy
machines of all kinds and sizes-buZz-
inr, whirring. rafting, rumbling: SEEM
ing to be mans tool, but in reality his
master: working. at terrific cost of hu-
man life. the deepest of all humanity's
changes: sharp. untiring. mindless
this is the Blind Revolutionist.-Frle
Poole, in January Evcrybody's Maya
zine.
An interesting incident occurred in
saskatchewan. Knee-deep in water
among the reeds out from the shore of
q large prairie lake, / was wadinS
along. one morning in early June. find
ing nests and eggs Of the canvasbank
redhead. American coot, and Of various