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LETTER XIV.
Qualla Town, North Carolina, May, 1848.
In the present letter I purpose to give you a brief historical
account of certain celebrated Cherokee Indians, who are deservedly
considered as among the bright particular stars of their nation.
Some of them are dead, and some still living, but they were all born
in this mountain land, and it is meet that I should award to each a
"passing paragraph of praise."
The first individual that I would mention is Yo-na-gus-ka, or the
Drowning Bear. He was the principal chief of the Qualla Indians, and
died in the year 1838, in the seventy-fifth year of his age. When
the Cherokees were invited to remove west of the Mississippi in
1809, he petitioned President Jefferson that he might be permitted
to remain with his followers, among his native mountains, and his
prayer was granted. He was eminently a peace chief, but obstinately
declined every invitation of the Government to emigrate, and would
probably have shed his blood and that of all his warriors in
defending his rights. When about sixty years of age he had a severe
fit of sickness, which terminated in a trance; this apparent
suspension of all his faculties lasted about twenty-four hours,
during which period he was supposed to be dead. It so happened,
however, that he recovered, and on resuming his speech, told his at-
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tendants that he had been to the spirit land, and held communion
with his friends who had been long dead, that they were all very
happy. He also stated that he had seen many white men, and that some
of them appeared to be unhappy. The Great Spirit talked with him,
and told him his time was not yet come to leave the world; that he
had been a good and honest man, and that he must return to his
people, and govern them with great care and affection, so that he
might finally come and live with the Great Spirit for ever.
Subsequently to that time his people gave him a new name, which was
Yon-na-yous-ta, or How like an Indian. He governed his people
like a father, and was universally beloved. It was at his suggestion
that Mr. Thomas was adopted into the Cherokee nation; the prominent
reasons assigned for such a desire on his part being that Thomas
had proved himself to be the Indian's friend, and was alone in the
world, having no father or brother. Mr. Thomas exerted a great
influence over him, and among the measures which the former
recommended was the adoption of a temperance society for the
improvement of himself and people, who were all addicted to the
intoxicating bowl. He was a true patriot at heart, and on being
reasoned into a correct state of mind, he expressed his
determination to create a reform. He first reformed himself, and
then summoned a council of all his people, ostensibly but secretly,
for the purpose of establishing a temperance society. At this
council he made a speech to the effect that they knew he had been an
intemperate man, and had discouraged the use of strong drink, which
he was confident was rapidly annihilating his nation; he expected to
be with his people but a short time, and to extricate them from the
great evil
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he had mentioned was the real purpose of the Great Spirit in
prolonging his life; he also spoke of the many evils to families and
individuals resulting from intemperance; and when he concluded, it
is said that his entire audience were in tears. Taking advantage of
this triumph, he called his scribe, (for he himself was an
illiterate man,) and requested him to write these words upon a sheet
of paper: "The undersigned drink no more whiskey;" to which pledge
he requested that his name should be attached. Every member of the
council appended his name to the paper, and thus was established the
first temperance society among the Cherokees, which has already
accomplished wonders. Among the regulations which he afterwards
proclaimed, was one that each Indian should pay a fine of two
shillings for every offence committed in breaking the pledge, and
that the money thus collected should be expended in extending the
boundaries of their territory. And here it may be well to mention
the fact, that though this "father of temperance" among the Indians
had been extremely dissipated during a period of thirty years, he
was never known, even in the way of medicine, to touch a drop of
spirits after his first temperance speech.
The reputation of Yo-na-gus-ka as an orator was coextensive with
his entire nation. He not only understood the art of working upon
the feelings and clothing his thoughts in the most appropriate
imagery, but the thoughts themselves were invariably sound, and his
arguments unanswerable. From many examples of his reasoning I
select one. When once invited by the officers of Government to
remove westward, even after he and his people had become citizenized, he was informed that in the West he would have an
abundance of the most fertile land, with
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plenty of game; also a government of his own; that he would be
undisturbed by the whites, and that the United States Government
would ever protect him from future molestation. In replying to this
invitation, as he stood in the midst of armed soldiers, he remarked
in substance as follows: "I am an old man, and have counted the
snows of almost eighty winters. My hair, which is now very white,
was once like the raven's wing. I can remember when the white man
had not seen the smoke of our cabins westward of the Blue Ridge, and
I have watched the establishment of all his settlements, even to
the Father of Waters. The march of the white is still towards the
setting sun, and I know that he will never be satisfied until he
reaches the shore of the great water. It is foolish in you to tell
me that the whites will not trouble the poor Cherokee in the
Western country. The white man's nature and the Indian's fate tell
a different story. Sooner or later one Government must cover the
whole continent, and the red people, if not scattered among the
autumn leaves, will become a part of the American nation. As to the
white man's promises of protection, they have been too often broken; they are like the reeds in yonder river—they are all lies. North
Carolina had acknowledged our title to these lands, and the United
States had guarantied that title; but all this did not prevent the
Government from taking away our lands by force; and, not only
that, but sold the very cow of the poor Indian and his gun, so as to
compel him to leave his country. Is this what the white man calls
justice and protection? No, we will not go to the West. We wanted
to become the children of North Carolina, and she has received us as
such, and passed a law for our protection, and we will continue to
raise our corn
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in this very land. The people of Carolina have always been very kind
to us, and we know they will never oppress us. You say the land in
the West is much better than it is here. That very fact is an
argument on our side. The white man must have rich land to do his
great business, but the Indian can be happy with poorer land. The
white man must have a flat country for his plough to run easy, but
we can get along even among the rocks on the mountains. We never
shall do what you want us to do. I don't like you for your pretended
kindness. I always advise my people to keep their backs for ever
turned towards the setting sun, and never to leave the land of
their fathers. I tell them they must live like good citizens; never
forget the kindness of North Carolina, and always be ready to help
her in time of war. I have nothing more to say."
When Yo-na-gus-ka was about to die, he summoned his chiefs and
warriors by his bedside, and talked to them at great length upon
the importance of temperance, and in opposition to the idea of their
emigrating to the West, and made them swear that they would never
abandon the graves of their fathers, or his own grave, which is now
marked by a pile of stones on the margin of the Soco. In personal
appearance he was very handsome, and left two wives. He was the
owner of considerable property, and among his possessions was an old
negro named Cudjo. This man is now living, and on questioning him
about his former master he replied: "If Yo-na-gus-ka had had
larning, I b'lieve he'd been a very great man. He never allowed
himself to be called master, for he said Cudjo was his brother, and
not his slave. He was a great friend o' mine, and when he died, I
felt as if I didn't care about living any longer myself; but Yo-na-gus-ka is gone, and poor old Cudjo is still alive and well."
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The second character that I will introduce to my readers is now living
in Qualla Town. His name is Saloala, or the Squirrel. He is quite a
young man, and has a remarkably thoughtful face. He is a the blacksmith
of his nation, and with some assistance supplies the whole of Qualla
Town with all their axes and ploughs; but what is more, he has
manufactured a number of very superior rifles and pistols, including
stock, barrel, and lock; and he is also the builder of grist-mills,
which grind all the corn which his people eat. A specimen of his
workmanship, in the way of a rifle, may be seen at the Patent-Office, in
Washington, where it was deposited by Mr. Thomas; and I believe Salola
is the first Indian who ever manufactured an entire gun. But, when it is
remembered that he never received a particle of education in any of the
mechanic arts, but is entirely self-taught, his attainments must be
considered truly remarkable. That he labors under every
disadvantage in his most worthy calling, may be show by the fact that he
uses a flint-stone for an anvil, and a water-blast for a bellows. In
every particular he is a most worthy man, and though unable to speak the
English tongue, is a very good scholar in his own language. He is the
husband of a Catawba woman, whom he married before he could speak one
word of her own tongue, or she could speak Cherokee; but they have now
established a language of their own, by which they get along very well. Salola, upon the whole, is an honor to the country, and one whose
services in some iron or steel establishment of the eastern cities would
be of great value. Is there not some gentleman in Philadelphia or New
York who would take pleasure in patronizing this mechanical prodigy of
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Another of the characters I intended to mention is named Euchella.
He is a very worthy chief, and now in the afternoon of his days. He
is quite celebrated among his people as a warrior, but is
principally famous for important services rendered by him to the
United States Government during the Cherokee troubles. He, and a
band of one hundred followers, first attracted public attention by
evading, for upwards of a whole year, the officers of Government who
had been commanded to remove the party beyond the Mississippi. It
having been ascertained, however, that Euchella could not easily be
captured, and would never submit to leave his country, it was
determined that an overture should be made, by which he and his
brotherhood of warriors could be secured to assist the whites in
their troublesome efforts to capture three Indians who had murdered
a number of soldiers. The instrument employed to effect a
reconciliation was the Indian trader, Mr. Thomas, who succeeded in
appointing a meeting with Euchella on a remote mountain-top.
During this interview, Mr. Thomas remonstrated with Euchella, and
told him that, if he would join the whites, he might remain in
Carolina, and be at peace. "I cannot be at peace replied the
warrior, "because it is now a whole year that your soldiers have
hunted me like a wild deer. I have suffered from the white man more
than I can bear. I had a wife and a little child—a brave,
bright-eyed boy— and because I would not become your slave, they
were left to starve upon the mountains. Yes; and I buried them with
my own hand, at midnight. For a whole week at a time have I been
without bread myself, and this in my own country too. I cannot bear
to think upon my wrongs, and I scorn your proposition." It so
happened, however, that
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he partially relented, and having submitted the proposition to his
warriors, whom he summoned to his side by a whoop, they agreed to accept
it, and from that time Euchella became an ally of the army. It was by
the efforts of Euchella and his band that the murderers already
mentioned were arrested and punished. They had been condemned by a court
martial, and sentenced to be shot, and the scorn of death manifested by
one of them, named Charley, is worth recording. He had been given into
the hands of Euchella, and when he was tied to the tree, by one arm,
where he was to die, (to which confinement he submitted without a
murmur,) he asked permission to make a few remarks, which was of course
granted, and he spoke as follows : "And is it by your hands, Euchella,
that I am to die? We have been brothers together; but Euchella has
promised to be the white man's friend, and he must do his duty, and poor
Charley is to suffer because he loved his country. O, Euchella! if the
Cherokee people now beyond the Mississippi carried my heart in their
bosoms, they never would have left their beautiful native land—their own
mountain land. I am not afraid to die; O, no, I want to die, for my
heart is very heavy, heavier than lead. But, Euchella, there is one
favor that I would ask at your hands. You know that I had a little boy,
who was lost among the mountains. I want you to find that boy, if he is
not dead, and tell him that the last words of his father were that he
must never go beyond the Father of Waters, but die in the land of his
birth. It is sweet to die in one's own country, and to be buried by the
margin of one's native stream." After the bandage had been placed over
his eyes, a little delay occurred in the order of execution, when
Charley gently raised the bandage, and saw a dozen of Euchella's
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in the very act of firing; he then replaced the cloth, without
manifesting the least anxiety or moving a muscle, and in a moment
more the poor savage was weltering in his blood. And so did all
three of the murderers perish.
Another name, famous in the unwritten annals of Cherokee history,
is that of an Indian named Guess, who was the inventor of the
Cherokee alphabet. This alphabet contains eighty-six characters,
each one of which represents a distinct sound. It can be acquired,
by an apt scholar, in the course of ten days, and is now the
foundation of the Cherokee literature. Guess died at the West in
the year 1842.
The individual who translated the New Testament was an educated
Indian, named Elias Boudinot, who lost his life by the hand of an
Indian assassin. At the time of his death he was engaged upon a
translation of the Bible, and was cut down in the midst of his
usefulness, in 1839, merely because he had the fearlessness and the
honesty to disagree with a majority of the Arkansas Cherokees in
regard to a certain treaty. John Ridge, also an educated Indian, and
his father, Major Ridge, were brave and honorable men, who were the
friends of Boudinot, and like him perished by the hands of
assassins, at the same time and for the same cause. The elder Ridge
acted a conspicuous part in the battle of the Horse-Shoe, in the
Creek war; while the younger Ridge was mainly distinguished for his
intelligence and the happy influence of his life and good works.
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