Hog Tale. An Oregon history lesson

[Point-of-Sale Clerk]

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[ 07-12-2003, 07:33 PM: Message edited by: *** Clerk ]

[Sturgeon Tom]

Garywe now I know why you can't catch a lot of fish. You can't find out where you are.

[Flatfish]

***,

that is a visa ad waiting to happen. Priceless.

Hog,

learn something new everyday.

Why are you not fishing?

Mark and the dog.

[Hogmaster]

*** -

Changing history can be a bad thing.

SquawfishTom -

I know not of what you speak. I always know where I am. I think.

Mark, I do not know. What is your excuse!???

[ 07-12-2003, 09:33 PM: Message edited by: Hogmaster ]

[ 07-14-2003, 06:40 PM: Message edited by: ****** ]

[Get Bent]

THAT SOUNDS LIKE THAT FAMILY TREE IS A WREATH :grin:


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[Flatfish]

I aint fishin cause I am a dead boat Dad. I wonder if the gubment is gonna add garnishes to my wages because of it!!???? At least some croutons would be nice. With a side of ranch.

Mark and the bored but happy with it dog.

[Silver Hilton]

Saw that coming from the first line!

[Point-of-Sale Clerk]

[ 07-12-2003, 07:58 PM: Message edited by: *** Clerk ]

[Hogmaster]

Ya know, ****** is right.

There are incredible and rich stories about the land we call Oregon. If you haven't you really should take time out of your life to learn about who and what was here before we were.

I encourage all that come to this state, as well as those who have lived here and not done so, to learn about it.

The tale I told above is based on historical fact. OK, so the Takelma were dispatched to the Siletz and the Grande Rhonde, but I believe some indeed went to the Klamath too:

"During much of the last 5,000 years the Illinois River Valley was inhabited by a tribe of Indians known as the Takelmas. There were actually two tribes of Takelma speaking Indians. The Latgawas lived near the Cascades and along the Rogue River and the Takelmas who lived along the Illinois River. They were collectively known as the Rogue Indians. These 2 tribes were not related to other Indians in the Oregon Territory, but belonged to a speech phylum known as Penutian who had inhabited much of the Oregon Territory until approximately 1500 years ago when other tribes moved south into the region from Alaska and Canada. Life was not as easy in southern Oregon and these two tribes were much fiercer than those of the coastal regions and Willamette and Columbia river basins.

In 1850 the Takelma Indians made a treaty with the whites, but with continued anxieties and hostilities they were removed from the Illinois Valley to a reservation at Table Rock in 1853. Two years later settlers from Jacksonville attacked the reservation and the Rogue Indian Wars began. The wars were as much the fault of the white settler's desire for the US Army to buy the wheat and cattle being produced by the local farmers as they were actual hostilities by the Indians. The wars only lasted until July of 1856 when Chief John finally surrendered and the surviving Indians were sent to the Siletz Reservation then later on to the Grande Ronde Reservation. For a much fuller account of the Oregon Indians read An Arrow In The Earth by Terrence O'Donnell, the Oregon Historical Society Press. "

From Cave Junction.com

Finding references to the ******* might be a little harder...

:grin:

[ 07-12-2003, 10:09 PM: Message edited by: Hogmaster ]

[Silver Hilton]

I tend to think that this is an objective lesson in how historical 'fact' is influenced by our personal experience. It's kind of a personal varient of deja vu. Gary is trying to relate fact as he honestly believes it to be, but when his recollection goes weak, as it perhaps so often does, particularly when fish are associated with the recollection, wishful thinking or other free associative behavior takes over, and we get events such a this. He needs a name for a tribe, and a certain string or phonemes suggests itself. Human nature being what it is, a very common set of phonemes, one that he has uttered himsef, and heard uttered by his boatmates, recently, often under great stress, register themseelves on the consciousness.

So, while it's a great story, I think we should all excuse the little hogmeister for this little fiction, knowing what we do.

And Gary, get a GPS?

[Hogmaster]

Dr. Hilton,

Despite your expansive conclusions about what you seem to believe are nothing more than dilusions of grandure', I can assure you that the reflexive association and placement of my heritage with the great Garwe can be neither proven or disproven.

Often times I find that Jimmy Wu of the Wu-Tang awakens from his slumber on the Willie with the tribal war cry. He can't be a true member, however. So you are right to an extent that association memories might be a factor here, but surely you aren't questioning my heritage based upon what I learned from Grandma are you?

Hey, this means I must be part Grande Rhonde! Send me a cut! :grin: :grin: :grin:

[Hogmaster]

The *******
Fuh-Garr-Wey’

I have been asked by several people to explain the *******, so I am going to. Some of you probably think this is some sort of invented tribe, but let me explain the history.

This information comes from my long-departed Grandmother, Wilmia. And she was in a position to know, as you will find if you keep with me here.

For many years before the advancement of white settlers, there was a tribe of Indians in Southern Oregon known as the Takilma (Tah-kil-mah). They inhabited the Rogue Valley in and around the geographic landmarks known today as the “Table Rocks”.

While the Takilma were, for the most part, an isolated tribe, there were infrequent skirmishes with the Klamath Indians to the East, the Modoc to the South, the Coos to the West and the Umpqua/Cow Creeks to the North.

For eons the tribe hunted deer, elk and buffalo as well as harvested the bountiful salmon on the Rogue River. The fish came right past the base of the ancient rock formations. They were the best at fishing of all the tribes, and even made sport out of it. Rudimentary fish wheels and even “poles” have been documented and described in stories about how Indian warriors would seek and catch salmon and steelhead for ceremonial purposes.

But then the first of the white men arrived and the world suddenly changed. Suddenly territorial disputes were everywhere between the factions of the various tribes, the settlers and even within the tribes. Food and game that was once so plentiful was suddenly in short supply.

Much history has been written of the Modoc Indian wars, what with Captain Jack and his stronghold in the lava fields in present day Northern California. North of the Rogue Valley, raids on both settlers and Indians became common, and places like “Jump off Joe Creek” (which he did to avoid a scalping – HE was the Indian!) are etched in the area’s history.

Another set of battles involved the Takilma and the Table Rocks.

For those of you not familiar, I should mention that the Table Rocks are large and easily seen formations in the Rogue Valley. They are totally flat plateaus that rise several hundred feet up from the valley floor. There are numerous cracks, crevasses and natural cave-like tunnels on each one. Both are shaped like horseshoes, and ancient Indian legend is that they were formed by an immense Horse Spirit that ran away when the great Mount Mazama (Crater Lake) was launching immense rocks toward Shastasa (Mount Shasta) eons ago.

The Table Rocks created a formidable fortress for the Takilma. The war department sent the cavalry in to dispatch the Indians to the reservation land that was on the Klamath lands – at the time the white man either didn’t realize or didn’t care about the really immense cultural differences of tribes. The order came down after several disputes and raids occurred when the Takilma accused the area settlers of stealing horses and then raided a couple of homes. Injuries and even a few deaths resulted.

But the soldiers were in for a big surprise. In spite of outnumbering the Indians 10 to 1, the Indians held out for the better part of a year, using the knowledge of the cliffs and cracks to their advantage. In fact, they never were routed, but chose to move to the reservation lands to preserve their heritage. As it turned out, most of them caught small pox and died, and today there are few remaining people that carry Takilma blood.

But now we get to the *******. At the time the tribal leaders met, after months of holding out against all odds, the vote to go or not go to the Klamath lands was held.

While most of the influential warriors voted to go, there were a few that refused to consider it. Chief among them was Garwe (Garr-wey). He and several young Indian disciples felt that giving in to the demands of the white man would be the end of their tribe. They were more right than they could have known.

Garwe means “Spear thrower” in Takilma, and Garwe was. He took the large obsidian flakes that were plentiful in the area and could shape razor sharp spear points faster and better than any other warrior. And he could throw the spears with deadly accuracy.

Garwe formed a renegade band with the young Indians and a few squaws (yes, they called them squaws then) and they split from the rest of the Takilma. He, as the natural leader, was often sought out for advice. Fu (Fuh) in Takilma roughly translates to “One who leads”.

So the ******* were born. They worked their way down the Rogue and up the Umpqua. They snuck into the Applegate and Illinois River valleys and became expert fisher people.

And so it went. Over many years the tribe slowly disbanded as they were captured, became sick with white man diseases or were “assimilated” and moved to the Klamath Reservation.

But long before then, the hidden tribe had offspring, and one of the offspring of Garwe was my grandmother’s mother. That is where my name, Gary, comes from.

So, I take great pride about the *******.

The real question remains today though.

Where are they?

:grin: :grin: :grin:

Don't ask!

[ 07-12-2003, 07:24 PM: Message edited by: Hogmaster ]

[skrimmy]

To the *******

[riverrat]

[ 07-18-2003, 04:29 PM: Message edited by: riverrat ]

[Jennie@ifish]

Going too far with this, you guys.

I'd like a site that all people can access. I don't think that most parents would enjoy their kids reading this.

Everyone knows now what the word filter can't filter.

I guess it's time to add "*******" to the filter.

:depressed:
Jen

[Jennie@ifish]

******* test... :smile: