the king and silver salmon to be
put up for the outside market, then
the fishermen could make a living
and raise their families. But if they
can't do this, then things surely
look dark for them.
The government wants the people
who are here in Alaska to develop
the territory, but at the same time
it wants to put almost everything
under lock and key. Don't give
the big companies permits to come
in here and gobble up everything.
Put a limit on how many fish ev
ery man is allowed to put up in one
season."
Published in The Alaska Weekly
2nd week of March 1927.
WHERE IS MY COUNTRY
At the age of 12 years I started
for Victoria, B. C. on the old steam
er “Otter" from Wrangell, Alaska.
It was the year 1878. There I saw
the Stare and Stripes flying over
the United States fort at Wrangell,
and some one gave me to under
stand that that was our flag now
I can't tell you how proud I was
when I learned that I was an Ameri
can, and that beautiful Flag was
rxy Flag. I wanted to see the great
people who were called Bostonmen
by my people, and I thought they
must be kind and great because
they flew such a nice, beautiful
flag.
With that in my mind, I landed
at Seattle, Washington. Since that
time I have been twice to Japan,
once to China and Eastern Russia;
five times in Bering Sea, two times
to the Hawaiian Islands, and to
mo3t of the largest cities of the
United States of America. I came
back to my home in Alaska over
25 years ago, and I have worked as
a missionary amongst my people ev
er since. The Flag I saw 50 years
ago flying at Wrangell is still fly
ing, and I think, it is still my flag.
I love it.
The white man of the United
States of America in Alaska has me
puzzled. I took a first class passage
OH the steamer Northwestern trow
Juneau, Alaska. The man in the
ticket office sold me a first class
ticket. On going on board. I was
shown to my room. Shortly after
the steamer left Juneau, the purser
came along and told me that 1
must go forward, that the room T
waB in was for Americans only. It
was then the question came to me,
What am I? Have I been fooling
myself all these years, trying to
make myself believe that I was an
American citizen?
This year I went up on the steam
er Queen, to attend the Presbytery
at Juneau, Ala3ka. My first class
ticket gave me the right to eat in
the dining room. At dinner time
I went down and showed my ticket
to the Steward. He looked at my
clothes, then at my shoes, scratch
ed his hair; then he bade me fol
low him. I followed him from one
side of the dining room to the oth
er. Finally we came to a table
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where other Indians were sitting
the KU ward said,, “I think you had
better sit here.” As I was eating
the. thought came to me, Why do
not these Alaska Steamship and Ad
miral Lines have one table painted
yellow in their dining rooms, so
that the Alaska Indian will know
where to go and eat?
Is there one flag for the Indian,
and another flag for the Whites?
No sir—only one flag for all—
S. G. DAVIS
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