Some say the sorrow began when Narcissa Whitman, just after lunch on November 29, 1847, went to the mission's kitchen. She found the room full of raucous Cayuse Indians, one of whom demanded the milk she was retrieving. No, she replied sternly, not until she gave some to her baby. When the Indian tried to follow her into the sitting room, she shut the door in his face and bolted it.

In a moment, one of the Indians began pounding on the door, asking medicine from her husband, Marcus. He retrieved the medicine and, as he sat at the kitchen table, a Cayuse stepped behind him, drew a tomahawk from under his blanket, and struck the doctor's head. A second blow brought him to the floor. Another Indian then put a bullet into Marcus's neck.

Hectic and violent events unfolded over the next hour, and by the end of two days, Marcus, Narcissa, and a dozen other whites were dead. One of the Whitmans' adopted children later recalled her mother's death: "The terror of that moment cannot be expressed. There were no tears, no shrieks."

The newly married Whitmans had reached the Oregon Territory's Walla Walla River on September 1, 1836. With no training, but ardent hope, they founded a mission (sponsored by the American Board of Commissioners for Foreign Missions) to the Cayuse Indians at Waiilatpu in the Walla Walla Valley. As Narcissa put it, "Our desire is to be useful to these benighted Indians, teaching them the way of salvation." Marcus held church services, practiced medicine, and built the mission complex; Narcissa ran the household, assisted in services, and taught in the mission school.

However, the Whitmans' sense of cultural superiority seeped through as they ministered to the "benighted" Cayuse—which may be when the sorrow really ...

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