Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 4, October 1847Various
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Graham's Magazine, Vol. XXXI, No. 4, October 1847
Various
Literature -- Periodicals; Literature, Modern -- 19th century -- Periodicals
The Indian race is rapidly becoming extinct; even now some tribes that
once numbered their thousand warriors no longer exist, and those that
still have a name are degraded and debased both in mind and body, and
are fast vanishing away, “like snow-wreaths in a thaw.” Not three
centuries have elapsed since the white man landed on our shores, and
begged as a gift, or bought for a trifle, from the rightful owners of
the soil, a small tract of land; and _now_ he owns it all, and noble
cities and thriving villages stand on the loved hunting-grounds and
burial-places of the red man. In a few years more the race will have
passed away, and the place that once knew them will know them no more
forever.
Yet we shall never forget them, for our country is full of monuments to
their memory; we have Indian names for our towns, villages and
rivers—and there are Indian legends attached to almost every high hill,
every dark, dismal cave, or bold, bare rock. These legends are always
thrilling, and often painfully so, for they show vividly the strongly
marked characteristics of the Indian race, their endurance and contempt
of hardship, their stoical indifference to suffering and death, their
lasting remembrance of kindness received, and, above all, their deadly
revenge of injuries.
In the present county of La Salle, and state of Illinois, there is a
rock some forty or fifty feet high, standing out boldly from the bank of
the Illinois river. The summit is level, perfectly destitute of
vegetation, and is attained only by a narrow and difficult foot-path. In
that prairie land, the rock is very notable, as being the only elevation
for miles around; its bold, jagged and nearly perpendicular lines on the
river-side seem to swell its height and increase its frightfulness,
while the dull gray color of the rock itself, and its scathed
appearance, contrast strangely with the “smoothness and sheen” of the
river and the verdant prairie.
That rock was, in days long gone by, the scene of an Indian tribe’s
extinction, and is called in reference to the event, the “Starved Rock;”
and the white settlers of that region believe and tell the legend as it
has been gathered from Indian tradition.
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