Wednesday, August 29, 2018

Ishi On Western Wednesday...!

Think of how sad it would be if you were the last of your people...all alone with no friends. Here is the story of Ishi and how he found himself in that situation.

1911

Ishi discovered in California

Ishi, described as the last surviving Stone Age Indian in the contiguous United States, is discovered in California.

By the first decade of the 20th century, Euro-Americans had so overwhelmed the North American continent that scarcely any Native Americans remained who had not been assimilated into Anglo society to some degree. Ishi appears to have been something of an exception. Found lost and starving near an Oroville, California, slaughterhouse, he was largely unfamiliar with white ways and spoke no English.

Authorities took the mysterious Indian into custody for his own protection. News of the so-called “Stone Age Indian” attracted the attention of a young Berkeley anthropologist named Thomas Waterman. Gathering what partial vocabularies existed of northern California Indian dialects, the speakers of which had mostly vanished, Waterman went to Oroville to meet the Indian. After unsuccessfully hazarding words from several dialects, Waterman tried a few words from the language of the Yana Indians. Some were intelligible to Ishi, and the two men were able to engage in a crude dialogue. The following month, Waterman took Ishi to live at the Berkeley University museum, where their ability to communicate gradually improved.

Waterman eventually learned that Ishi was a Yahi Indian, an isolated branch of the northern California Yana tribe. He was approximately 50 years old and was apparently the last of his people. Ishi said he had wandered the mountains of northern California for some time with a small remnant of the Yahi people. Gradually, accident or disease had killed his companions. A white man murdered his final male companion, and Ishi wandered alone until he reached Oroville.

For five years, Ishi lived at the Berkeley Museum. He and Waterman became close friends, and he spent his days describing his tribal customs and demonstrating his wilderness skills in archery, woodcraft, and other traditional techniques. He learned to understand and survive in the white world, and enjoyed wandering the Bay area communities and riding on the trolley cars. Eventually, though, Ishi contracted tuberculosis. He died on March 25, 1916, at an estimated age of 56. His body was cremated according to the customs of his people.

At least he was laid to rest in accordance with his peoples' customs. Stii, it's a heartbreaking story.

Coffee in the kitchen this morning, thanks to the rain.

11 comments:

HermitJim said...


Gorges Smythe said...

I read a lot about him when I was a kid.

HermitJim said...

Hey Gorges...
I would have loved to visit the man. Imagine what he could have taught us.
Thanks for stopping by today!

linda m said...

This is indeed a heartbreaking story. Can't imagine being the last of your "people". Thankfully, Waterman respected Ishi enough to lay him to rest according to his tribal customs. Raining here also today.

Mamahen said...

At least be had a good and respectful friend at the end. I ave worked in nursing facilities where some residents didn't even have that.

Anonymous said...

New DNA science shows the first 'native' americans were the 'Solutreans' from Europe at about 17,000 BC.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kNTXCMYjwEk

HermitJim said...

Hey Linda...
Having a good friend with you at the end is much better than dying alone, I believe. Hope I have that.
Thanks for coming over today!


Hey Mamahen...
Those places can be so sad. Just to be put in a home is bad enough, but to be forgotten or ignored...
Thanks for the visit this morning!


Hey Anon...
Appreciate the link.
Thanks for stopping by today!

JO said...

I remember reading about him not to long ago it was good that in the end he had one friend.

No rain here but plenty of heat again in the late morning and through the day.

Rob said...

A sad end to a people but it happens.

Janet said...

Yes, I have the book. He carried a lot of sadness with dignity.

Dizzy-Dick said...

Interesting story. BTW, I only live less than 30 miles north of Houston and we didn't get a drop of rain.