Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1924-02-25
BY EMERSON HOUGH
A Stirring Story of the Northwest
(os,y1shs. 1919. BY y. A,,ist.. Z Co.,

things your ears should hear. Now.
| ! shall tell the Great Father that but
for Saca1awea we should all have
been lost: that we should never have
come back again. His heart will be
open to those words. He will send
gifts to you. Some time, ] believe,
the Great Fathers sons will build a
| picture OF you In iron out yonder At
the parting of the rivers. 1t Will
show you pointing on ahead to show
the way to the white men. SAGA
| jawea must never die-she has done
too much to be forgotten. Some day
the children of the Great Father will
take your baby. if you wish. and
men. What We can do for you We
will do. Are my words good in your
ears?'
stay here now. 10 can stay"
! But here is your village. SAGA
jawea;. this is your home. where, you
shall say: 1t was Sacajawea show
astray-we went straight We viii
not forget who led u.s."
ing up at him. how can you cook ?
How can you make the lodge? One
woman-she must help all time"
A spasm of pain crossed Lewis
l
that had made medicine; that had
promised my dream never to have
| a lodge of my own. Always I shall
| live upon the train: no lodge fire in
any village shall be the place for me.
! And 1 told you I had made vow 70
! my dream that no w6man should
! light the lodge fire for me. You are
| a princess-the daughter of chief,
! the sister of chief, a great person.
1 L a
| Surely. then. you know that no one
| is allowed to ask about the vows OF a
| chief!
here. Sacajawea.. They will find you
! here. They Will bring you gifts. You
| will live here long. and your baby
will grow TO be a man. and his chill
The unwonted tears of an Indian
woman were in the eyes which looked
up at him.
| with you. l cooked in the lodges. 1
showed the way. 1 was as one of
| your people. Now I say I go to your
people, and you say no. You need me
| once-yoE no need me now. You say
to me. your people are not my peo-
l paers'u not 'ss' ''A'A"e "'
The Indian has no word for good
| by. The faithful-nay, loving-girl
simply turned away and passed from
him: nor did he ever see her more.
/ Alone, apart from her people. she
seated herself on the brink OF the
bluff. below which lay the boats,
ready to depart. She drew her blank
| ct over her head. When at length the
| voyage began she did not look out
| once to watch them pass. They saw
her motionless figure high on tho
1 hon oh a N
was mourning.
The little Indian dog, Meriwether
| Lewis constant companion. now. like
tSacajawea, mercifully banished. sat at
| her side, as motionless as she. Both
| of them. mute and resigned, accepted
their fate.
| But as for those others. those hardy
men. now homeward bound, they were
rejoicing. Speed was the cry of all
the lusty paddlers, who, hour after
hour, kept the boats hurrying down,
aided by the curSent and sometimes
pushed forward by favorable winds.
They were upon the last stretch of
their wonderful journey. Speed, early
and late. was all they asked. They
were going Aome-back over the trail
they had blazed for their fellows.
/ "Capitaine, capitatne, look what III
found
| They were hating at MONDAY, far
down the Missouri, for the boiling OF
the kettles. Lewis lay on his robes,
still too lame 10 walk, watching his
men as they scattered here and there
after their fashion. 1t was Cruzatte
who approached him, looking at
something which the voyager held in
his hand.
what is it, Cruzatte?" smiled
Lewis.
He was anxious always to be as
kindly as possible to this unlucky
follower. whose terrible mistake had
well-nigh resulted In the death OF
the leader.
Ouch, by gar. She'll bite me with
his tail. She's hot
| CruZatte held out in his fingers a
small but fateful object. 1t was a
bee, an ordinary Eoney-bee. East of
the Mississippi. in Illinois, Kentucky.
the Nirginias. it would have meant
nothing. Here on the great plains it
| meant much.
/ Meriwether Lewis held the tiny
creature in the palm Of his hand.
why did you kill it. Cruzatte?" he
asked. ut was on its errand."
He turned to his friend who sat
near. at the other side.
succeeded. Here is the proof OF it.
The bee is following our path. They
are coming!"
Clark nodded. woodsmen as they
both were, they knew well enough
the harbinger of the coming of the
white man. When he comes, the
plow soon follows, and weeds grow
| where lately have been the flowers
of the forest or the prairie.
! They sat for time looking at the
| little insect, which bore so fateful a
| message into the west. Reyerentiy
Lewis placed 1t In his collectors case
the first bee OF the plains.
"They are coming" said he again
to his friend.