POMO INDIAN IN DANCING COSTUME MADE FROM THE FEATHERS OF THE EAGLE
For forty-six miles The San Francisco and North Pacific Railway, the Picturesque Route of California, skirts the Russian River. A few of the many lovely views en-route are shown in this little brochure.
This beautiful country was once occupied by the Pomo Indians, a brave and flourishing tribe, of whom but very few families remain. Many of the local features are hallowed by the Indian folk-lore. The legend of Dah-nol-yo—Squaw Rock, so charmingly written by Mrs. H. M. Carpenter, of Ukiah, is presented to the reader.
DAH-NOL-YO—Squaw Rock.
THE LEGEND OF DAH-NOL-YO—SQUAW ROCK.
Among the many extant Indian Legends of Squaw Rock, none has appeared which relates to the face of stone, on the summit of this noted mountain. The following is substantially as given by a direct descendant of Con-che Tadi, a Pomo Chief, who lived in the shadow of Dah-nol-yo, when time was young.
This Chief was particularly noted for preserving the peace and harmony of his own tribe and others with which he came in contact. His faithful squaw Ma-cha-ta (Kingfisher) devoted her time to her two sons, Ca-ba-ba (Brave one) and Bu-tah-so (Little Bear); and as is the custom at the present day, gathered the buckeye and acorn, as a means of subsistence, while her lord smoked his pipe or enjoyed a nap in the sunshine. As the sons approached manhood they were inseparable companions and partook of the peaceful disposition of their illustrious father.