The Ohlone Way: Indian Life in the San Francisco-Monterey Bay Area
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Malcolm Margolin set out to make the way of the Ohlone — the Native American tribes that lived in the Bay Area before colonization — comprehensible to contemporary readers. To that end, he took an unusual approach. He turned his extensive research toward descriptive ends, writing a series of vignettes describing what the day-to-day experience of different aspects of life in the Bay Area were for thousands of years, including hunting, gathering, marriage, illness, politics, war, and more.
Malcolm Margolin
Malcolm Margolin is the publisher emeritus of Heyday, an independent nonprofit publisher and unique cultural institution, which he founded in 1974. Margolin is author of several books, including The Ohlone Way: Indian Life in the San Francisco–Monterey Bay Area, named by the San Francisco Chronicle as one of the hundred most important books of the twentieth century by a western writer. He has received dozens of prestigious awards among which are the Chairman's Commendation from the National Endowment for the Humanities, the Fred Cody Award Lifetime Achievement from the San Francisco Bay Area Book Reviewers Association, the Helen Crocker Russell Award for Community Leadership from the San Francisco Foundation, the Carey McWilliams Award for Lifetime Achievement from the California Studies Association, an Oscar Lewis Award for Western History from the Book Club of California, a Hubert Bancroft Award from Friends of the Bancroft Library, a Cultural Freedom Award from the Lannan Foundation, and a Distinguished Service Award from the Society of Professional Journalists. He helped found the Bay Nature Institute and the Alliance for California Traditional Artists.
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- Rating: 4 out of 5 stars4/5Although this was required reading, I enjoyed it despite having neutral interest in the subject. The book covers all the aspects of Ohlone lives that I needed to know. It discusses their subsistence without agriculture (acorns, grass seeds, fruits, and fish, shellfish, game). It covers social and cultural practices such as coming of age, marriage, childbirth, funerals, as well as day-to-day life activities such as going to the sweat house and basket-weaving. It also has coverage of the spiritual beliefs and practices. The book ends with a short overview of the accidental genocide of the Ohlone, along with the other Native Americans in California, at the hands of the Spanish missions of California. One star off for the point of view and style of writing, which are both very Berkeley, 1970s. I don't disagree with the view, but I found some of the metaphors and stylistic choices a little distracting and dated.It was perhaps most interesting to me to learn about the Ohlone's relationship with the same land I live on. I would recommend this to anyone who lives in or has interest in the area or is interested in the topic.
- Rating: 5 out of 5 stars5/5Reviewed March 2006 Second time reading this book, I really need to reread it every few years as it has so much information about this area. Margolin started with the question, “what was life in the Bay Area like before the coming of the Europeans?” I think I got this book when taking CA history at Hartnell, maybe this should be required reading in Junior High? Nothing is more relevant to students living in the area but to know about the peoples living in the area before. I was very interested to note that the Ohlone’s belief in the supernatural and animism, “served in place of a formal code of laws.” This kept people at peace, healthy an not overpopulated. Taboos worked as determents as well as not over hunting and showing respect for people, places and things. Also amazing is that these people have no history, “no sense of years, no long genealogies, no history by which they could measure or even conceive of the passage of time.” They were unable to mention the dead or even think about their ancestors in any specific sense. Lastly the author sums up what eventually happens to the Ohlone culture, “replaced by a civilization technologically more advanced than theirs, but in many respects ecologically, socially and spiritually more backward.” 4-2006
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The Ohlone Way - Malcolm Margolin
INSTITUTE
INTRODUCTION
Before the coming of the Spaniards, Central California had the densest Indian population anywhere north of Mexico. Over 10,000 people lived in the coastal area between Point Sur and the San Francisco Bay. These people belonged to about forty different groups, each with its own territory and its own chief. Among them they spoke eight to twelve different languages that were closely related but still so distinct that oftentimes people living twenty miles apart could hardly understand each other. The average size of a group (or tribelet, as it is often called) was only about 250 people. Each language had an average of no more than 1,000 speakers.
That so many independent groups of people speaking so many different languages could be packed into such a relatively small area boggled the European mind. The Spanish sometimes referred to them as Costenos—people of the coast. This word was later picked up by English-speaking settlers who mispronounced it Costanos, and finally twisted it into Costanoan. In this way the Indians of the Monterey and San Francisco Bay areas became amalgamated into a single large tribe called by the ungainly name Costanoan. But the name was never adopted by the Indians themselves, each of whom had a name for his or her own group. In fact, the descendants of the Bay Area Indians dislike the name quite intensely. They generally prefer to be called Ohlones, even though Ohlone is a word of disputed origin: it may have been the name of a prominent village along the San Mateo coast, or perhaps it was a Miwok word meaning western people.
In any case, Ohlone has a pleasing sound to the descendants of the Bay Area Indians, and consequently that is the name that will be used throughout this book.
But like Costanoan, Ohlone is still a fabrication. There was no Costanoan or Ohlone tribe in the sense that there was a Sioux, Navajo, or Hopi tribe. One small Bay Area tribelet would have been loosely affiliated with its neighbors by bonds of trade and marriage, but there was never anything approaching a larger tribal organization, or even an Ohlone confederation. The Calendaruc tribelet who lived near present-day Watsonville, for example, did not feel that they were in any way allied to the Huchiun, who lived near present-day Oakland—and indeed the two groups probably knew of each other’s existence only second hand if at all. True, the people between Point Sur and the San Francisco Bay spoke languages that had a common root, and (to us) their customs appear broadly similar. But in their own minds they were not a nation, not even a culture.
They were only forty or so independent tribelets, each with its own territory and its own ways of doing things, each working through its own destiny. In short Ohlone was not an ancient entity; it is merely a fiction that we have invented to deal with a human situation far more complex and far richer than anything our own politically and culturally simplified world has prepared us for.
Based on research of C. King and R . Millikan
I began working on this book to answer a rather basic, and I thought simple question: what was life like in the Bay Area before the coming of the Europeans? A mere 200 years ago an Indian people lived on the very land now occupied by modern-day San Francisco, Oakland, Berkeley, Palo Alto, San Jose, Santa Cruz, and Monterey—a people who with terrible rapidity have almost completely dropped out of the modern consciousness. Who were these people? What did they look like, how did they act, and what did they think about? I had no clear idea. I distrusted the old stereotype of the Diggers
—a dirty, impoverished people who ate mainly insects and roots and who lived without culture.
On the other hand I also distrusted the modern (and equally dehumanizing) image of noble savages,
a faultless people who lived lives of idyllic peace and prosperity. I rejected both stereotypes, but I had nothing to put in their places.
At the beginning, I assumed that there was very little information about the Bay Area Indians. I was wrong. The early Spanish explorers and missionaries were passionate keepers of diaries and journals, as well as prolific writers of letters and official reports. The two Anza expeditions in the mid 1770’s, for example, produced no fewer than twelve separate diaries between them. Father Junipero Serra’s letters fill four thick volumes.
In addition to the Spanish writings, there are several travelogues written by early ship captains, traders, and adventurers. Many of the ship captains, like the Frenchman Jean F. G. de la Perouse or the Englishman Frederick William Beechey, were well-read, thoughtful, and observant men. Finally, we have the research of archaeologists who have probed Ohlone village sites, and (especially valuable) the reports of anthropologists who at the turn of this century were still able to interview aged descendants of the various Ohlone tribelets.
No one source of information gives a complete picture. But if we put them together they do provide many different views, like windows into an otherwise hidden past. Where the windows are clustered together, we get bright glimpses from many perspectives into various aspects of Ohlone life. Other times, though, there are fewer windows, or the glass is clouded or distorted, and we get only partial views and tantalizing fragments. There is an Ohlone song, for example, from which only one evocative line survives: Dancing on the brink of the world. We know nothing more about this song, just that one haunting line.
Finally, there are areas of Ohlone life into which there are no windows whatever. We search and we peer, but we find nothing. Where vital information is lacking, both the writer and the artist of this book have turned elsewhere—to the Yokuts, the Miwoks, the Salinans, and other neighboring peoples—and we have made guesses based on what is known of their lives. Because of the element of speculation, this book is not so much about what Ohlone life was like, but rather about what Ohlone life may have been like. There are undoubtedly errors, nevertheless we feel that our procedures are justified; for only by examining the ways of the surrounding peoples can we hope to recapture the fullness and richness of Ohlone life.
Before the coming of the Europeans, for hundreds—perhaps thousands—of years, the Ohlones rose before dawn, stood in front of their tule houses, and facing the east shouted words of greeting and encouragement to the rising sun. The men were either naked or dressed in short capes of woven rabbit skin. Their noses and ears were pierced. The women, their faces tattooed, wore skirts made of tule reeds and deer skin. On especially cold mornings the men daubed themselves with mud to keep warm. They shouted and talked to the sun because they believed that the sun was listening to them, that it would heed their advice and their pleas. They shouted to the sun because, as one missionary later put it, they felt that the sun had a nature very much like their own.
The Ohlones were very different from us. They had different values, technologies, and ways of seeing the world. These differences are striking and instructive. Yet there is something that lies beyond differences. For as we stretch and strain to look through the various windows into the past, we do not merely see a bygone people hunting, fishing, painting their bodies, and dancing their dances. If we look long enough, if we dwell on their joy, fear, and reverence, we may in the end catch glimpses of almost forgotten aspects of our own selves.
Part I
THE OHLONES AND THEIR LAND
LAND AND ANIMALS
Modern residents would hardly recognize the Bay Area as it was in the days of the Ohlones. Tall, sometimes shoulder-high stands of native bunchgrasses (now almost entirely replaced by the shorter European annuals) covered the vast meadowlands and the tree-dotted savannahs. Marshes that spread out for thousands of acres fringed the shores of the Bay. Thick oak-bay forests and redwood forests covered much of the hills.
The intermingling of grasslands, savannahs, salt- and freshwater marshes, and forests created wildlife habitats of almost unimaginable richness and variety. The early explorers and adventurers, no matter how well-travelled in other parts of the globe, were invariably struck by the plentiful animal life here. There is not any country in the world which more abounds in fish and game of every description,
noted the French sea captain la Perouse. Flocks of geese, ducks, and seabirds were so enormous that when alarmed by a rifle shot they were said to rise in a dense cloud with a noise like that of a hurricane.
Herds of elk—monsters with tremendous horns,
as one of the early missionaries described them—grazed the meadowlands in such numbers that they were often compared with great herds of cattle. Pronghorn antelopes, in herds of one or two hundred, or even more, dotted the grassy slopes.
Packs of wolves hunted the elk, antelope, deer, rabbits, and other game. Bald eagles and giant condors glided through the air. Mountain lions, bobcats, and coyotes—now seen only rarely—were a common sight. And of course there was the grizzly bear. He was horrible, fierce, large, and fat,
wrote Father Pedro Font, an early missionary, and a most apt description it was. These enormous bears were everywhere, feeding on berries, lumbering along the beaches, congregating beneath oak trees during the acorn season, and stationed along nearly every stream and creek during the annual runs of salmon and steelhead.
It is impossible to estimate how many thousands of bears might have lived in the Bay Area at the time of the Ohlones. Early Spanish settlers captured them readily for their famous bear-and-bull fights, ranchers shot them by the dozen to protect their herds of cattle and sheep, and the early Californians chose the grizzly as the emblem for their flag and their statehood. The histories of many California townships tell how bears collected in troops around the slaughterhouses and sometimes wandered out onto the main streets of towns to terrorize the inhabitants. To the Ohlones the grizzly bear must have been omnipresent, yet today there is not a single wild grizzly bear left in all of California.
Life in the ocean and in the unspoiled bays of San Francisco and Monterey was likewise plentiful beyond modern conception. There were mussels, clams, oysters, abalones, seabirds, and sea otters in profusion. Sea lions blackened the rocks at the entrance to San Francisco Bay and in Monterey Bay they were so abundant that to one missionary they seemed to cover the entire surface of the water like a pavement.
Long, wavering lines of pelicans threaded the air. Clouds of gulls, cormorants, and other shore birds rose, wheeled, and screeched at the approach of a human. Rocky islands like Alcatraz (which means pelican in Spanish) were white from the droppings of great colonies of birds.
In the days before the nineteenth-century whaling fleets, whales were commonly sighted within the bays and along the ocean coast. An early visitor to Monterey Bay wrote: It is impossible to conceive of the number of whales with which we were surrounded, or their familiarity; they every half minute spouted within half a pistol shot of the ships and made a prodigious stench in the air.
Along the bays and ocean beaches whales were often seen washed up on shore, with grizzly bears in countless troops
—or in many cases Indians—streaming down the beach to feast on their remains.
Nowadays, especially during the summer months, we consider most of the Bay Area to be a semi-arid country. But from the diaries of the early explorers the picture we get is of a moist, even swampy land. In the days of the Ohlones the water table was much closer to the surface, and indeed the first settlers who dug wells here regularly struck clear, fresh water within a few feet.
Water was virtually everywhere, especially where the land was flat. The explorers suffered far more from mosquitoes, spongy earth, and hard-to-ford rivers than they did from thirst—even in the heat of summer. Places that are now dry were then described as having springs, brooks, ponds—even fairly large lakes. In the days before channelizations, all the major rivers—the Carmel, Salinas, Pajaro, Coyote Creek, and Alameda Creek—as well as many minor streams, spread out each winter and spring to form wide, marshy valleys.
The San Francisco Bay, in the days before landfill, was much larger than it is today. Rivers and streams emptying into it often fanned out into estuaries which supported extensive tule marshes. The low, salty margins of the Bay held vast pickleweed and cordgrass swamps. Cordgrass provided what many biologists now consider to be the richest wildlife habitat in all North America.
Today only Suisun Marsh and a few other smaller areas give a hint of the extraordinary bird and animal life that the fresh- and saltwater swamps of the Bay Area once supported. Ducks were so thick that an early European hunter told how several were frequently killed with one shot.
Channels crisscrossed the Bayshore swamps—channels so labyrinthian that the Russian explorer Otto von Kotzebue got lost in them and longed for a good pilot to help him thread his way through. The channels were alive with beavers and river otters in fresh water, sea otters in salt water. And everywhere there were thousands and thousands of herons, curlews, sandpipers, dowitchers, and other shore birds.
The geese that wintered in the Bay Area were uncountable,
according to Father Juan Crespi. An English visitor claimed that their numbers would hardly be credited by anyone who had not seen them covering whole acres of ground, or rising in myriads with a clang that may be heard a considerable distance.
The environment of the Bay Area has changed drastically in the last 200 years. Some of the birds and animals are no longer to be found here, and many others have vastly diminished in number. Even those that have survived have (surprisingly enough) altered their habits and characters. The animals of today do not behave the same way they did two centuries ago; for when the Europeans first arrived they found, much to their amazement, that the animals of the Bay Area were relatively unafraid of people.
Foxes, which are now very secretive, were virtually underfoot. Mountain lions and bobcats were prominent and visible. Sea otters, which now spend almost their entire lives in the water, were then readily captured on land. The coyote, according to one visitor, was so daring and dexterous, that it makes no scruple of entering human habitation in the night, and rarely fails to appropriate whatever happens to suit it.
Animals seem to have lost their fear and become familiar with man,
noted Captain Beechey. As one reads the old journals and diaries, one finds the same observation repeated by one visitor after another. Quail, said Beechey, were so tame that they would often not start from a stone directed at them.
Rabbits can sometimes be caught with the hand,
claimed a Spanish ship captain. Geese, according to another visitor, were so impudent that they can scarcely be frightened away by firing upon them.
Likewise, Otto von Kotzebue, an avid hunter, found that geese, ducks, and snipes were so tame that we might have killed great numbers with our sticks.
When he and his men acquired horses from the missionaries they chased herds of small stags, so fearless that they suffered us to ride into the midst of them.
Von Kotzebue delighted in what he called the superfluity of game.
But one of his hunting expeditions nearly ended in disaster. He had brought with him a crew of Aleutian Eskimos to help hunt sea otters for the fur trade. They had never seen game in such abundance,
he wrote, and being passionately fond of the chase they fired away without ceasing.
Then one man made the mistake of hurling a javelin at a pelican. The rest of the flock took this so ill, that they attacked the murderer and beat him severely with their wings before other hunters could come to his assistance.
It is obvious from these early reports that in the days of the Ohlones the animal world must have been a far more immediate presence than it is today. But this closeness was not without drawbacks. Grizzly bears, for example, who in our own time have learned to keep their distance from humans, were a serious threat to a people armed only with bows and arrows. During his short stay in California in 1792, Jose Longinos Martinez saw the bodies of two men who had been killed by bears. Father Font also noticed several Indians on both sides of the San Francisco Bay who were badly scarred by the bites and scratches of these animals.
Suddenly everything changed. Into this land of plenty, this land of inexpressible fertility
as Captain la Perouse called it, arrived the European and the rifle. For a few years the hunting was easy—so easy (in the words of Frederick Beechey) as soon to lessen the desire of pursuit.
But the advantages of the gun were short-lived. Within a few generations some birds and animals had been totally exterminated, while others survived by greatly increasing the distance between themselves and people.
Today we are the heirs of that distance, and we take it entirely for granted that animals are naturally secretive and afraid of our presence. But for the Indians who lived here before us this was simply not the case. Animals and humans inhabited the very same world, and the distance between them was not very great.
The Ohlones depended upon animals for food and skins. As hunters they had an intense interest in animals and an intimate knowledge of their behavior. A large part of a man’s life was spent learning the ways of animals.
But their intimate knowledge of animals did not lead to conquest, nor did their familiarity breed contempt. The Ohlones lived in a world where people were few and animals were many, where the bow and arrow were the height of technology, where a deer who was not approached in the proper manner could easily escape and a bear might conceivably attack—indeed, they lived in a world where the animal kingdom had not yet fallen under the domination of the human race and where (how difficult it is for us to fully grasp the implications of this!) people did not yet see themselves as the undisputed lords of all creation. The Ohlones, like hunting people everywhere, worshipped animal spirits as gods, imitated animal motions in their dances, sought animal powers in their dreams, and even saw themselves as belonging to clans with animals as their ancestors. The powerful, graceful animal life of the Bay Area not only filled their world, but filled their minds as well.
AN OHLONE VILLAGE
Within the rich environment of the Bay Area lived a dense population of Ohlone Indians. As many as thirty or forty permanent villages rimmed the shores of the San Francisco Bay—plus several dozen temporary camps,
visited for a few weeks each year by inland groups who journeyed to the Bayshore to gather shellfish and other foods. At the turn of this century more than 400 shellmounds, the remains of these villages and camps, could still be found along the shores of the Bay—dramatic indication of a thriving population.
What would life have been like here? What would be happening at one of the larger villages on a typical afternoon, say in