| Show squaw rock on rusian ru sian river near the J 1 41 tion of pleta Is a P profile roffle rock i ara as squaw hock rock As if chiseled on as the sheer wall that rises hundreds ot of reet feet straight from the river bed the strong features are silhouetted against the sky squaw ruck has its legends aae lu story as told by bertha H smith in the sunset magazine Is as follows A white man once found his way to an indian village on the banks of russian river he was a hunter and had lost his way the indians indiana gave him food and such shelter as they bad had hunger and exposure bad had taken bla his strength and while among the indiana indians he became sick the indian women cared for him they made him a bed of boughs they gathered herbs tor for him and when he burned with fever they brought cold water from the river and poured it over him bathing him as best they knew from his sue sug gest lons the kenderest ten derest of his nurse was the chiefs daughter and when he went away she went with him far behind she left her people going southward to the home of her white hunter but one day the hunter died for a week the indian woman sat by the cabin door as she was wont to a t and wait tor for him to come at night then she disappeared leaving no trace behind in the indian village 0 on russian river the woman found no welcome it was but the shadow ol 01 the chiefs chief s daughter that lifted the flap of the chief a tent and looked into the chief s face the way had bad been long and the little bundle on her back that ed its beady eyes and whimpered now and then was heavy one look into the chiefs eyes and into the faces that had gathered about her was enough the chiefs chief 0 daugh ter knew herself to be an outcast among her own people she turned and followed a trail she knew that led to a place where the river ran dark and deep and still nhen the indian women went next day to h river tor for water they saw engraved on the rock where the rivers course turns sharply the fLa features tures of the chiefs chief a daughter the great spirit had fashioned a marker for her grave A woman a scars sears I 1 have a clever friend from the 44 1 south who as a girl giri and when the war had closed worked in her father a tobacco fields over the horses and over the broken down fences until comfort coir fort reigned at home again and she took to letters as a profession I 1 av raw her once hold up her toil toll worn I 1 ands full of scars with each joint out of shape while she said to me laughing it Is sometimes easier to escape the consequences of our sins than to get away from the records of our virtues i that is the trouble I 1 suppose tra has done nothing tor for her and so the records of a woman s virtues have to be explained A man with an arm or a leg missing especially if be he je a an erect man instantly arouses 11 thought of heroism unless of course one has lived in the neighbor hood of trolleys and a certain spon ganeous enthusiasm for the man like that which the colonel inspires takes possession of the beholder such a quickening of the pulse before the signs and tokens of an unknown worn wom an s misadventures would be an im possibility and a silk slik patch over one of her eyes like that which the colonel wears would excite pity rather than applause ullie hamil ton french in century old woman college graduate the oldest moman college gradual gra duat in massachusetts it if not in ta new england is believed to be dr sophronia fletcher of cambridge who recently celebrated her ninety fifth birthday I 1 or thirty years she was the atten attending diniZ pl of mrs wendell PhIl phillias lIDs |
