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RED MOON CALLED ME
maid, fifty years old, more or less, I should guess. She has her way
in everything - has everybody completely cowed."
I listened with interest and some misgivings as he went on to
tell me all he knew about the situation into which I was stepping.
The agent was the principal's superior officer, and she was
expected to consult him in all business affairs, work under his
guidance and obey his orders. This she would not do. "And it's a
Gospel fact," said Mr. Glen, "that she's been known to order him
out of her office and off the place!"
"Why," I ventured timidly, "why does Mr. Winton put up
with all of that?"
"Oh, he's that kind of a man - hates trouble. Besides, he
knows the old lady's got political backing. So he just leaves the
school to her while he and his clerk look after the affairs of the
reservation. There's enough to do, I guess - leasing land to the
white ranchers, distributing annuities, holding Indian court, set-
tling disputes and all such things."
I could not help being greatly concerned. The prospect of
working under such a principal gave me qualms that I could not
shake off easily. However I made up my mind not to cross bridges
till I came to them. Perhaps, after all, Mr. Glen was just perpetu-
ating a prejudice held by his sister or somebody else. I resolved
to forget it.
We were soon approaching the Indian Boarding School, and
I was all eagerness to see what my future home would be like.
The plant consisted of several large buildings, all made of
brick, except the employees' residence which was a commodious
frame structure painted gray. I located them as the driver pointed
them out - "boys' dormitory, girls' hall, school building, laundry,
barn and shops - all kinds of them."
The main buildings were arranged in a row facing the road,
with the chattering little river in front and a high bluff in the
rear of the grounds. There were well-kept lawns with plenty of
flowers and shrubs. Evidently someone had pride in the appear-
ance of the school and an appreciation of beauty to go along with
it. Could this someone be the principal, Miss Mary V. Goings? I
was so delighted that I exclaimed to Mr. Glen as we drove up,
"My, it's a much nicer place than I ever expected to see away out
here in the West!"
I Learn About Indian Education
WE alighted at the girls' dormitory, and the driver introduced
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Golden, Gertrude. Red Moon Called Me: Memoirs of a Schoolteacher in the Government Indian Service, book, 1954; San Antonio, Texas. (https://texashistory.unt.edu/ark:/67531/metapth1013927/m1/38/: accessed July 16, 2024), University of North Texas Libraries, The Portal to Texas History, https://texashistory.unt.edu; .