Ishi — Yahi Indian
Historical Essay
by Joe Caffentzis
Ishi posing with a shelter.
Ishi talking to an audience.
Ishi: Last of the Yahi
In 1911 a man wandered out of the central California wilderness and collapsed near a farm. In Oroville north of Chico, he was put in jail. Unable to communicate they thought him mad. He languished there.
Ishi was not crazy. The local police telegraphed the University of California, and Alexander Kroeber was eventually dispatched. The Bureau of Indian Affairs remanded Ishi to the University's care. With the help of the few remaining elders from neighboring tribes, they learned his name, and his nation: Yahi.
The Yahi were living a furtive existence near Mount Lassen. Ishi's village had endured a vigilante war for nearly 30 years. The settlers didn't even know there were any Yahi left. He had lived alone for several months, as the last of his tribe, before walking out of his own land.
In leaving the territory of his people Ishi committed an unthinkable act in his own society. However, his mind was anything but dull. Ishi was asked what he thought when shown an increasingly popular modern wonder; the airplane. He simply asked, "Is there a white man up there?" Ishi was not fazed by the novelty of the modern world.
Ishi lived the last several years of his life at the San Francisco Anthropology Museum. He made the most amazing bead-work quivers, and his bows showed the greatest craftsmanship. He did this in front of an enthralled public, 3 days a week, as a display there. The last Yahi, a living diorama.
Ishi with a bow
Ishi, while living at the Parnassus Heights campus of UCSF, spent time at his cave, hidden near in the forest near the top of Mt. Sutro .
Photo: Chris Carlsson