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JORDAN VALLEY, MALHEUR COUNTY; 1850s:

Sacagawea’s baby grew to be Davy Crockett of West

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By Finn J.D. John
June 30, 2024

EDITOR’S NOTE: This article is a rewritten and re-researched version of a much shorter article published July 25, 2011, which you can find here.

IT'S REALLY EASY, looking back at history, to think stuff was “meant to be.”

When we look back at how the American West was incorporated into the nation, we see it was shaped in the spirit of Manifest Destiny. We see settlers from the east moving out and seizing big chunks of Indian lands, claiming it was God’s will and pointing to the pandemics that were decimating the tribes as a sort of Old Testament-style confirmation of their status as God’s chosen new landowners.

The memorial to Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau at the ruins of Inskip Station, the frontier outpost near the town of Danner at which Charbonneau stopped to try to convalesce after catching pneumonia from falling in the Owyhee River.  (Image: Jay Edgerton/Wikimedia Commons)

The course of Western history was set by a president, Andrew Jackson, a ruthless individualist who considered Indian lives to be relatively unimportant and pushed a national policy of straight-up ethnic cleansing. Indians would be forced to either move onto reservations far away, or integrate into mainstream society as second-class citizens.

Settlers wouldn’t officially get free land from the government for several decades; but by the time they did, with the Civil War raging, eastern settlers would be all over the West, staking and defending claims and calling upon soldiers to enforce them. The stark difference between whites “blessed by God” and Natives “cursed by God” encouraged a deep-seated fixation on race that the country has struggled with ever since.

But it didn’t have to be that way; and, until Jackson’s presidency, it wasn’t. Indian tribes like the Cherokee and the Seminole lived on their own sovereign lands, like self-governing enclaves. Many of them were adopting the lifestyle of their European-descended neighbors, setting up farms and blacksmith shops and small country towns just like everyone else in the post-Plymouth Rock New World.

A hand-tinted postcard, circa 1915, depicting the statue of Sacagawea and baby Baptiste, unveiled for the first time at the Lewis and Clark Exposition in Portland in 1905. Today it still stands in Washington Park. (Image: Chas. A. Lipschuetz Co., Portland)

This was the vision of Indian relations that most people held during the presidency of Thomas Jefferson. And this was what Jefferson thought America would look like after the Louisiana Purchase. The Lewis and Clark expedition was not surveying land or cruising timber. It was Jefferson’s envoys to the Indian nations that lived in the West, and the formerly French and Spanish colonies there.

Jefferson thought westward expansion would follow the same pattern he was familiar with. Settlement would flow out and around the tribes’ ancestral lands, respecting their boundaries and becoming their neighbors. So one of the most important tasks for the Corps of Discovery was to make contact with as many Indian nations as possible, and establish good relations with them, so that they could be incorporated Cherokee-style into the new nation as full sovereign peoples.

Which is a big part of why Toussant and Sacagawea Charbonneau were in the party.

Toussant, a French-Canadian mountain man, spoke several Indian languages. His wife, a Shoshone woman who had been kidnapped at birth by a rival Hidatsa tribe, spoke several more. Chances were pretty good that between them they could communicate with most of the Indian nations they’d encounter.

It worked very well indeed. Plus, Sacagawea was pregnant. She was like a walking, talking proof of the Corps of Discovery’s good intentions. No war party or gang of raiders brings a pregnant lady along.

But pregnancies end. And so, in a birch-bark canoe at Fort Mandan in what’s now North Dakota, Jean-Baptiste “Pomp” Charbonneau was born.

Pomp Charbonneau accompanied the Corps of Discovery on its entire voyage, out to Oregon and back to St. Louis. Out of the entire Lewis and Clark expedition, he would be the only member who would ever set foot in the Oregon territory again — and he’s actually buried there.


CHARBONNEAU WAS THE kind of man Thomas Jefferson envisioned leading the America he was trying to shape. He was, almost literally, a frontier renaissance man. He had a first-class education, had visited the important cultural centers of Europe, spoke eight or 10 languages both European and Indian, and by his métis heritage represented a sort of cultural exchange between the former colonies of the Eastern Seaboard and the Indian nations of the West. ...

A picture of him — or, rather, a picture of a baby that’s supposed to be him — is on the ill-starred “golden dollar” coin released a few dozen years ago to replace the even-more-ill-starred Susan B. Anthony dollar.  It’s the only picture of an infant ever to appear on American money. One of the scenic landmarks of the Rocky Mountains, Pompey’s Pillar, is named after him.

Yet today nobody has any idea what he looked like. For such a literate fellow, he seems to have written almost nothing beyond official documents. He drifts through American history like a frontier ghost, and half the stories you’ll hear about his life have been made up to fill the more enticing holes in what we actually know.


HERE'S WHAT WE do know: After returning from the expedition, William Clark kinda-adopted the little guy and made sure he got as close to a first-class education as you could get in early-1800s St. Louis — which actually was better than you might think.

When he was 18 years old, Charbonneau met Duke Paul Wilhelm of Württembert, who was on a tour of the American wilderness. When the duke returned to Europe, the lad went with him. No one knows the specifics, but we do know he wasn’t an exotic-specimen exhibit and he didn’t function as Duke Paul’s servant. Most likely, he was an exotic and interesting friend and traveling companion, filling a role similar to that of the character of Hadji on “Jonny Quest.”

It should be stressed that this really was before Europe and European-America had learned contempt for Indians. Before about 1825, tomahawks were thrown and scalps were taken on both sides (especially during the War of 1812), but being half Indian was nothing that any métis youth would be ashamed of. That would happen later, and Charbonneau would be there watching it happen.

In the meantime, it was still the early 1820s and Charbonneau was most likely the talk of the town everywhere he and Duke Paul went on the grand tour they were taking in Europe. Along the way, Charbonneau picked up Spanish and German to add to the French, English, Shoshone and Hidatsa he already knew fluently.


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The sign denoting the site of Charbonneau’s grave near Danner, Ore., a national historic landmark.


So, six years later, when Charbonneau returned with Duke Paul, he was a different man. But, he came home to a different America.

Knowing what happened in America during those six years, it’s hard not to speculate on what Charbonneau’s experience was like when he came home. When he left St. Louis in 1824, he was the protégé of the most important man in the city — William Clark. He was the child of the most important members of the most important exploratory journey of the young nation’s life to date. He was a vision of a future for young America, one in which hard-working mountain men and frontierswomen quote Aristotle while splitting wood and freely visit and socialize with Indian friends and neighbors. Most everyone in St. Louis shared that vision.

The “golden dollar” coin, featuring a young Sacagawea and baby Pomp. Of course, what the two actually looked like is anyone's guess.

But so much changed in America from 1824 to 1829. Populism of the ugliest kind arose as articulate criminals on the outskirts of prosperous Indian tribes’ lands started casting covetous eyes on the life they were building. A champion of this looter philosophy, Andrew Jackson, had just been elected President back in Washington. The word “métis” had changed from a marque of exotic specialness to a fancy euphemism for the slur “half-breed.”

Charbonneau must have wondered what happened to his country!

But there was one place where Charbonneau’s Indian heritage was still a badge of honor among his peers, a place that hadn’t succumbed to the wave of greed and anarchy that had infected mainstream American society: On the frontier, among his mountain-man colleagues. Guys like Joe Meek, Jim Bridger, and Kit Carson knew him as one of the best mountaineers around, and considered his Indian heritage a good thing.

Charbonneau may have considered this choice; he had the ability to do almost anything, up to and including running for President. Fresh from a European court, he could hold his own in conversation with anyone. With his poise, education of all types, Indian connections and skills as an interpreter, he could write his own ticket. And history might well have been very different if he’d stuck around St. Louis and, say, run for Congress.

But for a man like Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau, it probably wouldn’t have taken more than two or three trashy losers sneering “half-breed” at him to bring him to the conclusion that American civilization could go ahead and pound sand.

So, back into the wilderness he plunged.

What followed was a life spent trapping beaver, shooting buffalo, exploring, negotiating and fighting with Indians, and mining for gold. His skills in Spanish and several Native languages made him a major asset during the Mexican war. As part of that war, he joined the famous Mormon Battalion which more or less blazed the California-bound leg of the Oregon Trail, in the longest infantry march ever conducted in the U.S. After the war ended, he served as alcalde — basically a mayor or magistrate — at the San Luis Rey mission near San Diego.

(By the way, some sources say he fathered a child with a local woman in San Luis Rey. There is a mission record of birth of a girl named Maria by a woman named Margarita Sobin, and the father’s name might be a “creatively spelled” version of Charbonneau.)

Bureacratic administration doesn’t seem to have suited him well, though. He soon left, and the following year, 1848, he was managing a hotel in the town of Auburn, Calif.

Then gold was discovered in northern California, and Charbonneau was in perfect position to get in on the first rush of it. He spent 16 years working the diggings along the American River and doing mountain-man stuff on the side.

But by the 1850s, the gold was petering out and I suspect the new American spirit of manifest destiny was starting to get on Charbonneau’s nerves again. In the world Andrew Jackson bequeathed us, it was not important that Charbonneau spoke eight languages, could quote by heart from Ovid’s Metamorphoses, was always the brightest and wittiest person in the room, and was directly connected by birth and participation with the most important event in the history of the West at that time. All that mattered was that he was a “half-breed.”

The anti-Jeffersonian spirit that was spreading over the country, including the gold fields of California, must have bothered Charbonneau. How can it not have? In any case, it makes sense as an explanation for why, as a relatively old man of 61, he left California, telling a newspaper-editor friend he was going home to “familiar scenes” in the Great Basin wilderness where he was born and in which he had spent his most adventuresome early years.

And so it was that this wilderness renaissance man, the Davy Crockett of the mountain west, a man who probably should have been running for governor of California, instead set out on an overland journey, headed for some obscure corner of western Montana where maybe America was still America.

On his way there, cutting across the southwest corner of Oregon, he fell in the Owyhee River. Soaking wet in the April chill, he caught a cold which, probably exacerbated by alkali poisoning, turned into pneumonia, and killed him.


FOR DECADES, THE grave site of Jean-Baptiste Charbonneau was as much a mystery as most of the rest of his life. But in the little high-desert community of Jordan Valley, a persistent bit of local folklore held that Charbonneau was buried in one of six modest graves on a local ranch. Officially, all that was known was that one of those graves held a “half-breed Indian.”

Ranch owner Mike Hanley made it his mission to learn the truth, and to restore some of the prominence Charbonneau earned in his life to his posthumous resting place. And with the help of some professional researchers, he was able to confirm that the “half-breed Indian” was indeed the inimitable, multilingual renaissance man of the West himself.

Today, the grave site is a national historic landmark. Its occupant is immortalized with a baby picture that looks nothing like him, on a coin that’s become almost as obscure as the life story of the man himself.

(Sources: Sacagawea’s Child, a book by Susan Colby published in 2004 by Arthur H. Clark Co.; “Sacagawea’s Son,” an article by Albert Furtwangler published in the winter 2001 issue of Oregon Historical Quarterly; The Fate of the Corps, a book by Larry E. Morris published in 2004 by Yale Press; The Other Side of Oregon, a book by Ralph Friedman published in 1993 by Caxton Press.)

 

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