Unearthed Artifacts at a Railroad Grade
Construction crews working on the Great Northern Railway discovered an ancient, mysterious cache of weapons while carving through an Indian grave site near Rock Island.
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Two formidable weapons, taken from an old Indian grave two miles east of Rock Island, adorn the Sun's editorial desk by the courtesy of Hunt Bros., contractors on the Great Northern railroad. The grave was cut into by the graders, and a portion of a skeleton and these relics of a vanished race were unearthed. One is a huge knife, corroded by the rust of a century or more, and the other a spearhead of peculiar shape and made of an almost transparent amber-hued flint, such as is never seen in this part of the country except in Indian graves, and then only in very small pieces. It is over six inches long, about an inch wide at the place designed to fit upon the stock, and tapers to a point. The knife is of one solid piece of metal, ten inches long, cutlass-shaped, with a handle of six inches. It was evidently not made by Indians, and where they might have obtained such a weapon is a mystery. The present generation of Indians have no knowledge of those ancient people, and look upon their graves with awe.
“The present generation of Indians have no knowledge whatever of those ancient people, and look upon their graves with awe rather than veneration.”
This article reflects the casual, destructive nature of 19th-century industrial development, where railroad expansion was prioritized over the sanctity of Indigenous burial sites. Today, modern infrastructure projects are governed by rigorous cultural resource laws, though the tension between progress and the preservation of ancestral lands remains a constant in Washington.
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