I"» V-¿£.l·:·;·' , VI fe· ML '¦ int It's What We Want by Charles Brashers When settlers from North Carolina and Virginiamoved across theline into Cherokee hunting grounds and went so far as to build a bunch of cabins even on the banks of the Watauga River, John Stuart, King George's Indian agent at Charles Town, and Alexander Cameron, his assistant, sent them strong talking papers and threatened to bring their redcoat army to force the greedy Americans back. We Cherokees were shocked by the idea. How could anyone think of raising the war hatchet against people of the same tribe, who spoke the same language and followed the same customs? Stuart and Scotchie sent us a talk, saying we should be patient and not take up the war-axe ourselves. But the whites were still on our 41 land. They were interfering in our lives, and we didn't like it but didn't quite know what to do about it. Our Head Man, Oconostota, the Great Warrior, sent Stuart a talk saying, "We think the Virginia People don't hear your talks nor mind, nor do they seem to care for King George's. . .. We would that they would move offourlands and let us alone; it's what we want." "My voice is forwar!" Dragging Canoe said in council, not waiting his turn to speak. "Forty strong warriors of Mialaquo -town are ready to take up the bloody war-axe with me and strike the blackpole. We arereadytodrivethemoff Cherokee lands. There are fifty warriors in Tuskegee, a hundred in Toqua, a hundred in To-ma-tli, not to mention over two hundred here in Chota. I say we are not weak. We are fourteen towns here in the Over-the-Hills district alone. And there are the Valley Towns, our brothers; and the Middle Towns; and the Chickamuga Towns. We do not have to quail against the wall and wait for them to come even to our door. They have crossed the tine; let us go and kill them." But Oconostota did not give permission for a raid. He pointed out that we have so little powder and lead, and, when that is gone, their guns will be far superior to our war-axes. Then there would be anotherof those disasters that Dragging Canoe is a little too young to understand. Or too hardheaded. The tribe listened to the old man, for he has no battle scars on his back. He has always faced his enemies. Of course, Atta-kulla-kulla, the Little Carpenter, and his niece, Nanye-hi, the Ghigau, Beloved Woman, are for conciliation . They have relatives among the whites, and they both speak the language. Theywill sayrenegotiate. Livepeacefully with them as brothers. Marry with them. Come to know them as we know each other. Taska-ya, the Conjuror of Chota, has cast his divining stones, but the red stones and black stones and white stones were all mixed together every time he cast them. There wasn't much there to read. And we, the Cherokees, hardly know what to do. We have to know that the power and knowledge of our ancestors who still live here, whose bones are buried here, are in and with the Cherokee spirit. We have to have the Thunder, the power of the Spirits, if we are to influence the whites to lay down their enmity and pick up the good will of a friend. If that's what we want. We have asked the spirits in all the directions to be with us, just as you must when you are remaking ceremonial tobacco . Ifyou've ever done that, you know how good it is. You start with ordinary brown tobacco from the earth. In the slit of time between the top and bottom rim ofthe sun coming up, you hold up the tobacco and say the four charms. From the East, which is Red and which contains the powers ofcreativity, success, life-giving, you ask that your beginnings may be bright. From the North, whichisBlue and which contains the powers of suspicion, defeat, trouble, you ask that your decisions may be made with caution and a just pessimism...
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