|Maria Awa-Sheesh , Daughter of Tommo Awa-Sheesh
|FES Title:||Vignette of daughter of Tommo Awa-Sheesh|
|Alternate Titles:||Marie Awa-sheesh: A Trapper
|Size:||17.5″H x 11″W|
|Published:|| Schoonover, Frank E. “The Edge of the Wilderness.” Scribner’s Magazine, April 1905: 452.
caption: Marie Awa-Sheesh
Marsh, George T. Sled Trails and White Waters. Philadelphia: The Penn Publishing Company, 1929: facing 106.
Render, Lorne E. Glenbow Collects: An Exhibition. Calgary, AB: Glenbow Museum, 1969: 30, 31. (catalog)
Schoonover, Frank E. The Edge of the Wilderness, edited by Cortlandt Schoonover. Toronto: Methuen, 1974: 88.
Brandywine River Museum. Frank E. Schoonover, Illustrator. Chadds Ford, PA: Brandywine River Museum, 1979: 50, 54. caption: Marie Awa Sheesh, 1904 (catalog)
Reed, Walt and Roger Reed. The Illustrator in America, 1880-1980: A Century of Illustration. New York: Madison Square Press [for The Society of Illustrators], 1984: 74.
|Inscription:|| lr: F.E. Schoonover
|Annotations:||en verso: For First Article “The Edge of the Wilderness” / daughter of Tommo-Awa-Sheesh / Schoonover|
|Exhibitions:||1911 PAFA; 1931 FES; 1934 Wesleyan; 1969 Glenbow (catalog); 1979 FES (catalog)|
|Comments:||Glenbow #62.42.7; seen 8/03; form 8/21/03; index; edit|
|Commentary:|| In addition to “Breaking Trail”, Schoonover also wrote and illustrated “The Edge of Wilderness” for Scribner’s Magazine.
About this drawing he wrote: “As I stood there the daughter of Tommo Awa-Sheesh came swinging down the trail back of the tents, throwing up clouds of new white with every lift of her broad snow-shoes. She had been three or four miles that morning looking over her own traps, fifteen or twenty of them set for rabbits near the trail up the hill and long the frozen creek. Down the hill she came and across the solid swamp, a small tomahawk axe in her hand and some rabbits tied with birch twigs swinging from her shoulder. When quite near me she stopped and we looked at each other in silence. She was very picturesque. The round dark face with the black hair blowing across it, breathed forth the very soul of a healthful and vigorous life…By way of making another friend, I offered her a silk handkerchief. Then she suddenly snatched it from me and ran clattering away through the bush to her own camp.” (trip diary)
|Provenance:||Artist; Helen L. Card, Latendorf Bookshop, New York; Collection of Glenbow Museum, Calgary, Alberta, Canada (May 10, 1962)|