Sacajawea Essay, Research Paper
I was in the tribe of the Shoeshine (also Shoshone) Indian tribe which lived in Idaho, parts of Utah and parts of Northern Nevada, and I was born in Eastern Idaho in what is now Salmon, Idaho. Everything about me is mysterious from the correct spelling and meaning of my name, to the circumstances surrounding my death. Some of what I did has been recorded and it is relayed here. At about age 10, I was captured by a raiding band of Hidatsa and carried to their camp near the border of North Dakota. Eventually, they sold me to a French-Canadian fur trader named Toussaint Charbonneau. The Corps of Discovery (as the Lewis and Clark Expedition was officially named) had camped for the winter at Fort Mandan in North Dakota, which is where Charbonneau was also spending the winter with me his pregnant wife . When winter broke, Charbonneau was hired to guide Lewis & Clark due to his knowledge of the country where he trapped. He was specifically instructed to bring me, along with my baby boy Jean Baptiste, for a number of reasons. First of all, the presence of a me and my baby would establish the peaceful nature of the party. Secondly being a Native translator and negotiator with knowledge of the languages, customs and tribes of the country was essential.
While Lewis’ journals make very little mention of me, Clark carefully detailed my contributions to the success of the journey. My knowledge of the terrain and mountain passes saved weeks of travel time. My ability to speak and negotiate with Native tribes allowed the expedition to keep fresh horses and food all along the way. When food was scarce, I gathered and prepared roots, nuts, berries and other edible plants in order to provide tasty nourishment.
Clark was so taken with me, and so concerned about my welfare at the hands of the abusive and
Dr. Charles Eastman, who had been hired by the Bureau of Indian Affairs to locate me, opted for the Native history as being the most accurate. After extensive research, Eastman determined that Porivo was indeed me and a monument was erected in my honor at the sight where I was laid to rest. How ever the story will change depending upon the account you’re reading, the part of the country you’re in, and the heritage of the author of the story. After the passage of so much time, it is unlikely that my movements, after I left St. Louis will ever be known with certainty.