Among the An-ko-me-nums, or Flathead Tribes of Indians of the Pacific CoastCrosby, Thomas
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Among the An-ko-me-nums, or Flathead Tribes of Indians of the Pacific Coast
Crosby, Thomas
Indians of North America -- Missions; Salish Indians
When the summons came to devoted Amos Shee-at-ston, though sudden, he
was ready to obey the call. That terrible disease, the smallpox, had
spread among his friends in the “rancheree,” and finally seized our
faithful and devoted class-leader, and in a short time he exchanged the
garments of earth for the robes of heaven.
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How gladly would we make extended reference to many others who
witnessed a good confession and went triumphantly home, but our space
will not permit. There was true-hearted Charley Thit-sa-mut, the chief
who succeeded “Old Captain” at Sumas Lake, who for twenty years lived
such a faithful life that whites and Indians alike bore testimony
to his worth of character; and “Big Jim” Shee-ah-tluk, of Squi-a-la,
who also was one of the converts of our first camp-meeting, an
earnest-hearted Christian, who always delighted to have the missionary
come to his house, and was ever ready in the olden times to ferry
the preacher across slough or river in his canoe; and Chief Dick, of
Achelitz, quiet, conscientious and devoted; and Thomas Sallosalton, the
brother of David, who lived a happy life among his own people till God
said, “Come up higher”; and his sweet-spirited sister, Mrs. Sunneah,
who, when she was passing over the river, called her friends to see the
white-winged angels who had come to take her home.
Then there was August Jackson, of our Victoria Mission, who was
converted to God in his youth and became a most devoted assistant to
the missionary. Besides his work in the church, he was a council-man
in the Songees tribe, and much respected by all who knew him. I know
Brother Tate hoped he would be called into the work as an agent of
the church. He married a bright girl from Coqualeetza Institute, at
Chilliwack, and all seemed to promise fair, when, by an accident in the
saw-mill in which he worked, he received a wound from which he never
recovered. He died July, 1903, at the early age of thirty-three years.
Bro. Tate, his pastor, speaking of him, said, “He was, without doubt,
one of the best men I ever knew.”
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