(Excerpted from, The Rewriting of America's History, copyright 1991 by
Few Americans are familiar with the story of Marcus and Narcissa Whitman, two great American heroes, and their work for the cause of the gospel. Marcus made a valiant cross-country ride to save Oregon from falling to the Hudson Bay Company - and hence to the British.
As all believers know, every revival is preceded by prayer and fasting. In Kentucky in 1797, a young pastor by the name of James McGreaady and others entered into a solemn covenant:
Their prayers were answered. Revival took hold of the Kentucky wilderness and spread southward to the Carolinas and north across the mountains to the cities and churches of the East and New England.
Dr. Marcus Whitman and Narcissa Prentiss, who later became his bride, were both deeply touched by the revival - so much so that each had committed to the single lifestyle in order to better serve the Lord. But due to a mutual friend and divine providence, they married and committed their lives to evangelizing the Indians of the Northwest. The cross-country trip was made by means of sleigh, steamboat, stage, wagon, ox cart, horseback and on foot, all the way from the state of New York. Theirs was the first wagon to cross the Rocky Mountains...
Unbeknownst to the Whitmans, they were a providential answer to a foiled attempt by a declining Indian tribe in Oregon to find the one, true, triune God. In 1831, four Nez Perce and Flathead Indians came to St. Louis seeking to learn the secret of the white man's success, convinced that the white man's God was more potent than their own. These Indians were: Black Eagle, rAbbit Skin Leggings, No Horns on His Head and Mana of the Morning. Their request was that missionaries be sent among them to tell them of the white man's God. The portraits of Rabbit Skin Leggings and No Horns on His Head are in the National Gallery of Art in Washington, D.C., painted by the Indian authority and painter, George Catlin.
In 1866 there appeared in a lecture by missionary Henry Spalding, an account of the sorrowful appeal of one of these Indians to General Clark when they were leaving to go back to their own people. Said the Indian:
No woman ever made such a journey as that made by Narcissa Whitman. In her fascinating journal for July 27, Narcissa, after speaking of some of her hardships, writes: "Do not think I regret coming. No, far from it. I would not go back for the world. I am contented and happy. Notwithstanding, I sometimes get very hungry and weary. Have six weeks' steady journey before us. Will the Lord give me patience to endure it?"
On August 29, when from the summit of the Blue Mountains Narcissa saw the Columbia River and Mount Hood, the goal of their journey, far off in the distance, two biblical promises came to her mind: "As thy days, so shall thy strength be," and "Lo, I am with you alway."
The Whitmans established themselves at Waiilatpu, among the cayuse Indians. What was the gospel of the Oregon Trail? What was the gospel that compelled Marcus and Narcissa Whitman to thrust through the dangers and hazards of the great Northwest? What made them faithful unto martyrdom, perishing at the hands of those to whom they brought the good news of eternal life? What was the gospel which erected the first Protestant church west of the Rockies? What was the gospel that transformed the Indians, causing them to discard their tomahawks and scalping knives; replacing them with the resounding hymns of redemption each morning and evening - filling the mission with praises to Jehovah God? It was the magnificent gospel of Christ the Redeemer, the gospel of salvation from sin through the shed blood of the Lamb of God who takes away the sin of the world. this was the gospel of the Oregon Trail.
The British, who had established posts in Oregon through the Hudson Bay Company's fur trading, had intended to colonize the territory. Marcus Whitman undertook the arduous journey to Washington, D.C., to make his appeal for this valuable land. The fascinating story was related by none less than President Warren G. Harding in 1923 in a speech on "The Oregon Trail" at Meacham, Oregon. Here are excerpts:
As I stand here in the shadow of the great hills, my mind reverts to the placid banks of the broad Potomac...
Marcus Whitman, the pioneer missionary hero of the vast, unsettled, unecplored Oregon country, who had come out of the West to plead that the STate should acquire for civilization the Empire that the churches were gaining for Christianity...
It was more than a desperate and perilous trip that Marcus Whitman undertook. It was a race against time. Public opinion was rapidly crystallizing into a judgment that the Oregon country was not worth claiming, much less worth fighting for; that even though it could be acquired against the insistence of Great Britain, it would prove to be a liability rather than an asset...
And he did not hesitate to speak plainly as one who knew, even like the prophet Daniel. "Mr. Secretary," he declared, "You would better give all New England for the cod and mackerel fisheries of Newfoundland than to barter away Oregon."
Then, turning to the President in conclusion, he added quietly but beseechingly:
"All I ask is that you will not barter away Oregon or allow English interference until I can lead a bank of stalwart American settlers across the plains. for this I shall try to do!"
The manly appeal was irresistible. He sought only the privilege of proving his faith. The just and considerate Tyler could not refuse.
"Dr. Whitman," he rejoined sympathetically, "your long ride and frozen limbs testify to your courage and your patriotism. Your credentials establish your character. Your request is granted!..."
...Never in the history of the world has there been a finer example of civilization following Christianity. The missionaries led under the banner of the cross, and the settlers moved close behind under the star-spangled symbol of the Nation...
There are no new worlds to conquer
Gone is the last frontier,
And the steady grind of the wagon-train,
Of the sturdy pioneer.
But their memories live like a thing divine,
Treasured in Heaven above,
For the Trail that led to the storied west,
Was the wonderful trail of Love.
Warren Gamaliel Harding
Tragically, Whitman, his wife and 12 others were massacred in a sudden uprising of the Indians. They had been incited to violence by a half-breed from Maine named Jo Lewis, who had circulated the tale that Dr. Whitman was poisoning the Indians...The seed that these devoted missionaries had sown did not return unto god void (Isaiah 55:10-11). It still bear fruit in the cHristian churches and Christian faith of the Nez Perce and Cayuse Indians...
Of the extraordinary lives, saga and events which characterize Marcus and Narcissa Whitman's Christian witness among the Indians, Chester collins Maxey, former president of Whitman College writes:
Americans owe a great debt of gratitude to pioneers as selfless and as dedicated as Marcus and Narcissa Whitman - their work among the Indians having brought to them "the Book that tells about Heaven," and Marcus Whitman's valient ride cross-country havaing helped preserve Oregon for the Union. This undaunted medical missionary left his indelible footprints throughout Washington State, mapping out a great episode in the identity of America's developing era as a nation under God.
(For more information, see The Rewriting of America's History, by Catherine Millard.)