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Sermon
By Rev.
Frank De Witt Talmatfe, D. D.
Los Angeles, Cal., July 3.—At this
season of patriotic jubilee, when the
great ones of our nation’s history are
recalled, the preacher chooses for his
theme the career of Marcus Whitman,
through whose heroism ami self sacri
fice the great empire of the northwest
was added to our national domain.
1'lie text is Matthew xxi, 42. “Thestone
which the builders rejected, the same
is become the head of the corner.”
Every Fourth of July It is the cus
tom of patriotic speakers to eulogize
the names of George Washington and
Samuel Adams and James Otis and
Joseph Warren and Patrick Henry and
I»e Witt Clinton and John Adams and
John Hancock and Robert Morris and
Benjamin Franklin and John Wither
spoon and Thomas Jefferson and Na
thanael Greene and Alexander Hamil
ton and John Jay. These were the
mental giants who hewed out of the
new world’s quarries the titanic stones
which became the foundation layers of
our national government. But these
were not the only men In those early
days of our national history to whom
we, as a people, are indebted. We
ought to be careful lest the glory of
those luminaries blinds us to the grand
eur of character of patriots less con
spicuous. whose courage, devotion and
self sacrifice helped to establish our
liberties or to extend our opportunities.
Tomorrow we shall celebrate our na
tional holiday. Let me present to you
today a name which ought to be familiar
to us all, but which is seldom placed
in the rank it ought to have on the roll
of the nation’s hemps. While we honor
the men who cleared away the debris
and dug out the foundation stones of
our national capital let us spare, too,
a few words of praise for a man to
whose daring and perseverance it is
due that at least one if not several
stars were added to those that glitter
on our national flag. I place my wreath
of immortelb^ today on the grave of
Marcus WL.^nan. who practically,
single handed, saved the states of Ore
gon and Washington to the Union. To
the heroes of Hunker Hill and Saratoga
and Yorktown we owe it that our
eastern shores are lapped by the
waters of the Atlantic; to Marcus
Whitman we owe it that we hold on
our western shores the crystal gates of
the Pacific. 1 praise the Marcus Whit
man of is 12. who placed the despised
capstone of Oregon upon the topmost
pinnacle of the Washington legislative
f&i'lls, made up of the stone of many
states.
IVnttoii'M Debt to MnrcuN Wliitiuun.
How did Marcus Whitman save Ore
gon to the United States? First, by
heeding the Macedonian gospel cry of
helplessness. Like the pilgrim fathers
he obeyed the direct summons which
came to him in the voice of many
thunderings to carry Christ’s message
of salvation even unto the uttermost
parts of the earth. He left his home
among the beautiful hills of central
New York state, not out of a spirit of
adventure, as a Chanler Astor might
plunge into the African Jungles to hunt 1
big game. He left it not, as did John j
McLaughlin, to dangle before the avari
cious eyes of* North American Indians
his prizes, which would make the red
skinned hunters more expert in set
ting their traps and bringing in their
piles of furs. He left it not as did the
English gentlemen who came to James
town, Va., in the hope of becoming
landowning aristocrats in a new world. |
or as did the Spanish marauders, who.
in their conquest of Mexico, stole upon
the land what the pirates of old used to
steal upon the seas. But Marcus Whit- !
man and Samuel Parker dared cross
the American continent because from
the faroff Willamette valley came the !
story of the bitter need there was for
the gospel of peace to be preached to j
the Indian war chiefs, with scalping j
knives and tomahawks at belts, who, ^
I
by their actions, said: “We need the |
white man’s book of heaven. We need
the white man's Christ.”
A Strange Qneat.
To describe how that Macedonian cry
of helplessness came to Marcus Whit
man, let me transplant you in imagina
tion back to the little frontier town
of St. Louis, Mo., and, like the shad
ow on thft dial of Ahaz, turn back
time until the year 1S32. We will
suppose, in order to make the wild,
weird scene we are about to describe
more vivid, that the old Indian tighter
and territorial governor, up to 1821,
and the United States superintendent
of the Indians, from 1821 to 1838, Gen
eral William Clark, is spending a so
cial evening with two of his old
friends, who followed Lewis and film-
self on their famous Journey of the far
northwest. # Suddenly a messenger
raps at the door. In answer to the
gruff call, “Come In,” there enter four
Flathead Indians. Two of them are
aged warriors, two young stalwart
braves. “Where are you from, my
men?” asked the general, eying them
from head to foot. “From the mur
muring waters of the Columbia? Im
possible. From the Pacific shores?
Nay, nay, that cannot be. For what
^Jlld you come? For the white man’s
book of heaven? What, didst thou
have to travel 3.000 miles to hunt up
Ihe white man’s book of heaven when
the representatives of the Hudson Bay
company have for years been buying
vour furs?” “Yes.” answered the Nez
I’eroes Indians. "We have come 3,000
miles for the white man's book of
heaven. Will you give it us?” But
though the three wise men. coming to
seek the newborn king in the Jeru
salem capital, never made more stir
than did the four Flathead Indians
coming to find the white man’s Christ
in the Missouri frontier town of 1832,
yet even there in that St. Louis frontier
town they could not find the white
man’s book of heaven. These Flathead
Indians found there the white man’s
gins, but not the white man’s God.
Let me now read to you the stran
gest valedictory ever given at any
place. The two older Indians who
came on this mission of seeking the
white man's God had died. When tho
two younger braves were about to de
part for their own faraway wigwams,
one of them in Indian eloquence spake
these words, which were published in
the little frontier paper of that time:
‘‘1 came to you over tin* trail of many
moons from the setting sun. You were
the friends of my fathers, who have
all gone the long way. I came with
an eye partly opened for more light
for my people, who sit in darkness. I
go back with both eyes closed. How
can I go back blind to my blind people
who sit in darkness? I made my way
to you with strong arms through many
enemies and strange lands that I might
tarry back much to them. I go back
with both arms broken and empty.
My people sent me to get tho white
man's book of heaven. Y’ou took me
where you allow your women to dance
as we do not ours, and the book was
not there. Y’ou took me where they
worship the Great Spirit with candles,
and the book was not there. Y’ou
showed me the images of the Good
Spirit and pictures of the good land
beyond, but tho book was not among
them to tell us the way. I am going
back the long sad trail to my people
of the dark land. Y’ou make my feet
heavy with gifts, and my moccasins
will grow old in carrying them, yet the
book is not among them. When I tell
my poor blind people after one more
moon in the big council that I did not
bring the book no word will be spoken
by our old men or by our young braves.
One by one they will rise up and go
out in silence. My people will die in
the darkness, and they will go on the
long path to other hunting grounds.
No white man will go with them and
no white man’:; book to make the way
plain, I have no more words.”
Wb it moil's to tlie Call.
It was (b • publication of these words,
c pied in thee dern papers, that made
Marcus hitman heed the call of the
Nez Forces Indians; it was the publi
cation of these words that nerved
Whitman to consecrate till his life to
giving the Flathead Indians the white
man's "Book of Life.” It was that re
solve to go in the name of Christ to
the far northwest which made it possi
ble for Marcus Whitman to save Ore
gon to the Union.
Marcus Whitman did not go to the
banks of the Columbia to save Oregon
for the Union. He went to the north
west to save the red men for Christ.
When God calls us to one sphere of
work he will always open for us other
spheres of labor if we will only obey
his first call, which says: “Come!
Come! Come now!”
But Marcus Whitman was a states
man as well as a humble gospel mis-
sionary. Like Livingstone In Africa,
he saw how much could be done in
that land by the resources of civiliza
tion. His prophetic gaze traveled on
through the centuries, and he longed
to have that fair region under Christian
influences and prospering under the
white man’s skill and industry. He
could hear the tramp of the oncoming
generations, as well as the creaking
of his cart wheels by his side. There
fore, when Marcus Whitman, on the
Tyler’s abinet, was willing to barter !
off to L>id Ashburton the whole of the i
far nordiwest for a few privileges for
the Amor'can sailors to fish for cod off
the banks of Newfoundland. A few
ye ’rs before this, to prove his utter
ignorance of the intrinsic value of tlds
land of the northwest. Haniel Webster,
then the most powerful member of the i
United States senate, uncontroverted
by Clay and Calhoun and Benvon, made
this astounding speech: “What do we j
want with this vast, worthless area, i
this region of savages and wild beasts,
of deserts, of shifting sands and j
whirlwinds of dust, of cactus and,
prairie dogs? To what use could we |
ever hope to put these great deserts, or |
these great mountain ranges, impene
trable and covered to their base with |
eternal snows? What can we ever!
hope to do with the western coast of
3,<>b(t miles, rock bound, cheerless and
uninteresting, and not a harbor on it? |
What use have we for such a country?
Mr. President, I will never vote a cent
from the public treasury to place the !
Pacific const one inch nearer Boston
than It is now.” Ah, me! Am I going
beyond my right in declaring that Mar- j
cus Whitman, kneeling upon the top of
the Rocky mountains on the Fourth
of July, 183d, and taking possession of
that western coast for God and the!
United States, was an inspired states
man?
AVIiltnian'n Brave Enterprise.
But Marcus Whitman had more than
inspired vision and opened ears. He
had a consecrated, noble Christian
heart, ns well as a clear brain. He
was a gospel missionary who was
ready, if necessary, to die if by his
death he could only accomplish the
work which God had given him to do.
In order to save Oregon for the Union,
in midwinter, alone, he rode straight
across this continent. He defied the
warning elements as well as savage
tribes, the terrors of the snows and
the precipices and colds as well as the
Indian tomahawks.
After the Hudson Bay company
found it was unable to stem back
western immigration it took another
course. It decided to import its own
loyal English subjects from Canada
and gradually crowd the Americans to
the wall. It tried to do with the Amer
icans as the Americans of the east did
with the Indians. About a century
ago Joseph Elliott was the agent of
the Holland Land company, which
owned nearly all the lumber about the
region of the western part of New
Y’ork near to Niagara Falls. One day
a famous Indian chief of that time.
Red Jacket by name, met Mr. Elliott
and sat down with him upon a log to
talk. In n little while Red Jacket
said, in a quiet tone, to Joseph Elliott,
“Move along, Joe,” and Mr. Elliott,
surprised at the request, moved a little
along the log. In a little while came
tin* second request of “Move along,
Joe,” and a third request, “Move along,
Joe,” and a further request, “Move
along, Joe.” until Mr.Elliott was at the
end of the log. Then, when the Indian
said “Move along, Joe.” Mr. Elliott lav
came angry and answered: “Why, man.
I cannot move along any farther with
out landing in the mud.” “Ugh.” said
Red Jacket. “Just so white man in
reference to Indian land. White man
says to Indian. ‘Move along, move
along, move along,’ until white man
pushes Indian off the face of the
earth.”
The tactics adopted by the Amor
leans toward the Indians were imi
tated by the Hudson Bay company.
It began settling Oregon with its own
friends, in the hope that If a treaty
between the United States and Eng- ;
land should be negotiated, leaving the
possession of the country to be de
cided by popular vote, the English
settlers would outnumber the Ameri
cans. Whitman no sooner learned the
I
> !:’!p' river. The little caravan of
t:'..:i>c miinental travel r s are here told
that limy must unload their wagons
and sti p i ii their goeds upon pack
muI s and hors'-s. No wagon had ever
yet < s 1 tlie mom.tains, and no wag
on cmli. Up to this year no white
wo; ’.n bail eve cr s e ! the continent
There were two I : ■; in that party
The one was the young wife of Mareu.t
Whitman: the other was the bride of |
his missionary associate. Rev. Samuel
Parker by name. ”1 toil you that wag
on cannot go through.” I hear one of
the rough members of the caravan say.
I now see a set look upon the face of
Ur. Whitman. His jaws snap shut
with the grip of a steel trap. Then a
glint comes into his eye as he says:
“But I tell you that wagon will go
through. These ladies, my wife and
Mrs. Parker, must not be compelled
to ride horseback all that way.” A
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brides accompanied their husbands to
faroff missionary fields.
Scene the third: It is the year 1843.
We are now standing in the White
House of our national capital The w p McArthur is announced as a
president of the United States is •I°' m candidate for membership to the
I’ybT. He Is smooth faced, tall and Legislature, subject to the rules and
•<; are of frame. The second member re g U iations of the Democratic party.
of this notable group has a huge, mass-1
Ive body, a leonine face. He is one For Superintendent of Education,
with looks expressive of the descrip-1 _ — ”
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-U, „ tW 'most pu yr i“^t th „? ^ ^ ^
is well ns mental specimen- of Ids day
:md generation.” He is the questioner, j
He is Daniel Webster. The third mem-1
office of
Education.
J. L.
Su-
Walker.
her of the group looks like a rough
mountaineer, lie is clad In skins. His
hair is uncut. But he is one of the im
mortals of his day. He is Marcus
Whitman. •
As we stand in the corner of the
room I see a strange scene. Tyler and
Webster, the two leaders of the Ameri
can government, are being driven back
and back from their old positions of
statecraft by this seemingly untutored
man of the backwoods. Then, like
Faul before Agrippa, I see Marcus
Whitman step forward, and hear him
say: “Mr. Secretary, you know not
what you are doing. Better, far bet
ter, barter away all the wealth and the
sovereignty of the New England states
for a few Newfoundland cod than sur
render to England the priceless treas
ures of Oregon and the strategic posi
tion of the far northwest.”
“Bah,” answered Daniel Webster
with scorn, “what is the use of Ore
gon to the Union? That land is wholly
inaccessible. A wagon road could
never be built across those mountains.”
Then, as Richelieu turned upon his
king. I see Whitman turn and hear
him triumphantly say: “Mr. Secretary,
that is a grand mistake that lias been
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I announce myself a candidate for
re-election, subject to the rules of
the Democratic primary.
W. Harry Gooding,
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Believing we need a change in the
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G. B. Daniel.
•
Feeling that my friends through
out the county have the confidence
in me that they have had heretofore
and soliciting a continuance of the
same, I take pleasure in again an
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re-election to the oflice of county
Auditor, subject to the action of the
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For Supervisor.
I hereby announce myself as a can
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This Always
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I hereby announce myself as a
made by listening to interested persons. | candidate for Supervisor of Cherokee
Six years ago I was told that there county, subject to the rules of the
primary election.
W. G. Austell.
I hereby announcement myself a
candidate for the oflice of Supervisor,
subject to the action of the Demo-
Then Oregon must be cratic primary.
Wm. (Chris) Phillips. _
R. M. Jolly for Su-
famous Fourth of July, 1830, with his nature of the scheme than he set out.
was no wagon road to Oregon, and It
was impossible to take a wagon there,
and yet, in spite of pleadings and al
most threat, I took a wagon over that
road, and have it now.” “Is that so?”
said Webster.
saved to the Union.” And so 1 find
in these few words that the devotion For a change, R. M. Jolly
which Marcus Whitman gave to his pervlsor of Cherokee county,
wife by compelling the men to carry
his wagon over the Rocky mountains
was one of the mighty means of help
ing to save Oregon to -the Union. It |
proved that the far northwest and the
east were not separated by impassable
barriers. And it furthermore proved
that all men's greatest and truest suc
cesses are always dependent upon their ’ I am a candidate for Congress,
faithfulness In the common duties of from the Fifth Congressional District,
ordinary life. Marcus Whitman’s love subject to the result of the Demo-
I hereby announce myself a candi
date for re-election to the office of
Supervisor of Cherokee county, sub
ject to the rules of the Democratic
ntirtv
J. V. Whelchel.
For Congress.
young bride, spread the blankets upon
the top of the Rocky mountains, with
Mount Hood and Mount Jefferson
standing afar off as guarding sentinels,
and dedicated that western soil of God
and his native land, like Paul, he was
surrounded by a greaf cloud of wit-
nesses. In inspired vision he could
see the fanners of 1D04 planting their
seeds in those valleys. He could see
those mighty forests changed into
homes and factories and stores and
libraries and schools and churches.
He could hear the singing of the mow
ing machines and see the white winged
ships like great sea gulls floating In
those harbors. And as Columbus took
possession of the new world in the
names of Iferdinaml and Isabella, who
fitted out his small fleet, Marcus Whit
man dedicated tills western soil to his
two masters — to his God and to the
United States government.
FwuKht by and Selttabnesa.
He dedicated tlds western soil in
spite of the fact that all could be
said to discourage settlers had been
said in calumnious disparagement. The
Hudson Bay company wanted it left
in the undisturbed possession of the
wild animals whose skins they were
turning Into gold. They wanted It for
a perpetual hunting ground. Therefore
they declared It to be a land barred by
impassable ranges of mountains, a land
of undrulnable morasses, pestilential
and malarial, unfit for the residence of {
white men, a land given up to barba- ^
rism and Indian savagery. So persist
ent were the falsehoods disseminated
by these greedy, selfish capitalists that
before Marcus Whitman’s advent Ore
gon had been lying like the capstone of
the Jerusalem temple which the build
ers rejected, but which afterward be
came the chief of the corner. All the
national statesmen, both trnns and cls-
wlnter though It was, for Washington
to put the government on its guard and
warn it against negotiating any treaty
by which the position of Oregon would
he affected. That lonely ride from Ore
gon to Washington in the winter of
1842 is a story of personal Intrepidity
and patriotism which ought to be Im
mortal. Would you and I be willing
to sacrifice for our country and our
God as Marcus Whitman sacrificed?
Would you and I be willing, If neces
sary, to give up our all and lay down
our lives in suffering greater than any
soldier ever suffered upon the Amer
ican battlefields?
But, as I take a step further In my
study of this remarkable nation build
er, I find, as with Marcus Whitman, the
greatest of men are always the gen
tlest of men. Furthermore, I find that
the seemingly unimportant Incidents
of their lives, which they did out of the
pureness and nobility of their hearts. tH j to bitterness by the baffled foreign-
for Ills country is today associated with
the pure love which he bore Narclsaa
Prentiss. The true successes by which
we will be able perhaps to do some
great act for our country will be de
pendent upon how we fulfill the little
duties of everyday domestic existence.
How Hla Reward Came.
How shall we close this Fourth of
July eulogy upon a great nation builder
and the savior of the far northwest?
By finding him seated in the guberna
torial chair of Oregon? By finding him
gracing the United States senate, like
Sam Houston, who brought Texas Into
the Union? By finding him the west’s
favorite candidate for the presidency?
Oh, 110. Like Abraham Lincoln, Mar
cus Whitman did a great work for this
Union. Like Abraham Lincoln, God
took him away to his heavenly reward
as soon as that work was done. The
Indians, whom he came to save, incit
cratic primary
election.
T. Y.
Williams.
Read the character of a drug
store in the record of its pre-
scriotion department. All that
a drug store is or does or aims
to do, finds expression there.
The accurate filling of pre
scriptions with drugs of known
purity and at just prices, is the
first and highest mission of a
pharmacy. A large prescrip
tion business is the highest
testimonial a store can have;
it implies confidence on the
part of both public and physi
cian.
Such a business we have. We
want you to benefit by our
splendid service, and we pro
mise to make the price right.
Cherokee Drug Co.,
Prescription Druggists.
Cor. Limestone and Frederick Sts.
If you get it at the Cherokee it’s
good
We are authorized to announce
D. E. Finley as a candidate for re-
election to Congress from this, the
Fifth South Carolina Congressional
District.
FOR
have sometimes had the most far reach
ing effects In their ultimate triumphs.
Not only do we admire Marcus Whit
man as a patriot and a hero, but as a
lover and a husband, nn»( It Is a re
markable fact that his public success
was in no small degree due to the qual
ities he displayed In his private life.
Do you ask how the one could con
tribute to the other? I answer by rap
idly drawing three verbal pictures.
Scene the first: We are now standing
In the little village church of ITatts-
burg, In the central part of New Y’ork
state. It Is In the winter of 183d; Feb
ruary Is the month. A rather short,
heavily built man of reddish hair and
heard, with determination marked up
on every lineament of his face, is the
bridegroom. Dr. Marcus Whitman Is
his name. A sweet faced young lady,
Narclssa Prentiss, daughter of Judge
Prentiss, is the bride. In the presence
ers, killed this noble man and bis no
ble wife. At Wallawalla their bodies
lie buried. May our lives be devoted,
patriotic lives, as were those of Marcus
Whitman and Narclssa Whitman. May
our deaths, like theirs, bo a heavenly
translation. And may our neighbors,
ns did theirs, feel the world Is better,
not only because we have lived for our
country, but also for our God.
You know the rest. In the book you have
r**ud
That the British were not a year ahead;
The United States have kept Oregon,
Because of one. Marcus Whitman. He
Rode eight thousand miles and was not
too late,
In his single hand not a nation's fate
Perhaps, but a gift for the nation she
Would hardly part with today. If we
May believe what the papers say upon
This great northwest that was Oregon.
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Ah. my children, he
sleep now In a martyr’s
Atlantic, cared no more for It than a of their village friends the young eou-
pearl diver would care to carry around
with him a cobblestone, or a diamond
merchant would care to preserve an
ordinary * pebble among his precious
Jewels.
Why, so useless was this Oregon
region considered in 1842 that Daniel
Webster, then premier of President
pie become one. The congratulations
are spoken. The words of farewell are
now said. The bride and groom turn
their faces west, and the long bridal
trip of 3.000 miles commences. *
Two UrMen In tbr Party.
Scene the second: We are now at the
frontier station of Fort Laramie, of the
And Whitman!
And his wife
grave,
Murdered! Murdered, both he and she.
By tho Indian souls they went west to
save.
Such is the tragic story of the life’s
work of the great nation builder. Mar
cus Whitman. He was the missionary
of 1830, the Christian patriot of 1842,
the martyr of 1847.
(Copyright, 1904, bv Louis Klopsch.1
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