Frontier and pioneer life -- Oregon; Frontier and pioneer life -- Washington (State)
The most thorough and extended system of Esperanto which ever existed,
so far as my knowledge goes, was spoken on this Coast. It was an
invention of the Hudson Bay Company, and extended and was spoken by the
Indians generally from the northern portion of California through all of
Oregon and Washington and British Columbia, and north of that along the
Coast for a great distance. It was also spoken and understood by the
pioneers, settlers and trappers through all this vast region. It was
Spartan in some of its laconisms. As an illustration: I was appointed by
the Court, in the trial of a criminal case in Southern Oregon, for the
defense of three Indians on the charge of grand larceny. They were
indicted for horse-stealing. The proof against them was clear and
satisfactory. I labored to reduce the offense from grand to petit
larceny, and I succeeded, for the jury brought in a verdict of "guilty
of petit larceny." The Court sentenced them to three months'
imprisonment each, in the county jail. When their time expired, the
sheriff opened the doors and told them they might go; but, instead of
going, they went to the further end of a long, narrow hall, and two of
them squatted in the corners and the other between them against the
wall. The sheriff came to my office and said to me, "Jacobs, I want you
to go with me over to the jail. I can't make those clients of yours
understand that they may go." I went over with him and found them thus
situated. I told them in the jargon, or Esperanto, that they had paid
the debt they owed to the whites and that they were free to go to their
homes to see their fathers and mothers, brothers and sisters and
friends. The center man--the oldest of the three--slowly arose and very
emphatically spoke the following: "Halo mammook, hiyu muck-a-muck, hyas
close, wake klatawa." This being interpreted means: "We have nothing to
do, we have plenty to eat, we think it very good, we will not go." We
had to drive them out of the jail and into the road on their way home. I
walked slowly back to my office meditating on the philosophy of such
punishment for an Indian.
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