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OME of the earlier settlers of Virginia acted in the most barbarous
manner towards their Indian neighbors, and it is, therefore, not
wonderful that they sometimes received a terrible punishment. But
though revenge was usually uppermost in the breasts of the injured ones,
instances occurred in which the sacred feeling of friendship triumphed
over that passion and the prejudice of the race.
On one occasion, Colonel Bird was employed by the English government
to transact some business with the tribe of Cherokees. It unfortunately
happened that a short time before he went among them, some white people
had seized two Indians, who had given them some trifling offence,
and had put them to death; and the Indians, indignant at the outrage,
determined to take revenge whenever the opportunity offered. The
appearance of Colonel Bird presented the wished-for opportunity, and
consultations were held as to the most effectual means of getting him
into their power, and of making him the sacrifice.
Colonel Bird perceived their intentions, and felt that he had just cause
for alarm, as he was in their country, without the means of escape.
Among the neighboring Cherokees, was one named Silouee, celebrated as a
chief and _pow-wow_, or medicine man. He had known Colonel Bird for some
time, had eaten with him, and felt a deep friendship for him. Silouee
told Colonel Bird not to be alarmed, and even assured him that the
Indians should not injure him. At length, in a general council of the
chiefs and old men of the tribe, it was determined in spite of Silouee’s
earnest remonstrances, that Colonel Bird should be put to death in
revenge for the loss of their countrymen.
Two warriors were despatched to Colonel Bird’s tent, to execute the
cruel sentence. Silouee insisted on accompanying them. On reaching the
tent, Silouee rushed in before them, threw himself on the bosom of his
friend, and as the warriors approached, he exclaimed, “This man is my
friend; before you take him, you must kill me.”
Awed by Silouee’s determined magnanimity, the warriors returned to the
council, and related what had occurred. Indians generally respect a
faithful friend as much as they esteem one who is implacable in his
revenge. The consultation was reversed. Silouee’s noble conduct altered
their purpose. They therefore released Colonel Bird, and bade him go
to his home in peace. Silouee acted as his guide and protector until
Colonel Bird came in sight of his tent. As they parted, the Indian’s
last words to his friend were, “When you see poor Indian in fear of
death from cruel white men, remember Silouee.”
Some years after Colonel Bird’s life had been saved by Silouee, he
became a Virginia planter, and took up his residence near the James
river. Silouee retained his friendship for him, becoming his near
neighbor. Like many of his nation, he had, by intercourse with the
whites, acquired a great taste for “strong waters,” or ardent spirits,
and the dignity of the chief was frequently lowered by drunkenness. On
one occasion, Colonel Bird had gone to another part of the country, on
business, and had left the care of his plantation to his overseer. The
tobacco had obtained some size, and a long drought coming on, there
was a prospect that the crop would be much injured. We have stated that
Silouee was a pow-wow, or Indian medicineman and conjurer. One day when
he came to the plantation, the overseer expressed his opinion that the
tobacco crop would be entirely lost, if rain did not soon fall.
“Well,” said the Indian, “what will you give me if I bring rain?”
“_You_ bring rain,” said the overseer, laughing.
“Me can,” said the Indian. “Give me two bottles of rum--only two, and me
bring rain enough.”
The overseer cast his eye towards the heavens, but could discern no
appearance that foretold rain. To gratify the Indian, he promised to
give him the two bottles of rum when Colonel Bird arrived, in case the
rain should come speedily and save the crop of tobacco.
Silouee now fell to pow-wowing with all his might, making grimaces,
contorting his body, and uttering strange, unintelligible ejaculations.
It was a hot, close day, and it so happened that towards evening,
the sky, which had been clear for some weeks, clouded over, and the
appearance of the heavens was strongly in favor of rain. Before midnight
thunder was heard, and heavy showers of rain watered the colonel’s
plantation thoroughly; while it was remarked that the showers were so
partial that the neighboring plantations were left almost as dry as they
were before. The Indian waited quietly till the rain was over, and then
walked away. A few days after, the colonel returned to the plantation,
and, when Silouee heard of his arrival, he went immediately to visit
him.
“Master Bird,” said he, “me come for my two bottles of rum.”
“Your two bottles of rum,” exclaimed the colonel, pretending not to know
any thing of the matter; “pray do I owe you two bottles of rum?”
“You do,” replied the Indian.
“How so?” inquired the colonel.
“Me bring you rain--me save your crop,” said the Indian.
“You bring rain,” said the colonel; “no such thing.”
“Me did,” persisted the Indian; “me loved you; me tell overseer to give
me two bottles of rum, and then me bring rain. Overseer say he would; me
bring cloud, then rain; now me want rum.”
“You saw the cloud,” said Colonel Bird; “you are a sad cheat.”
“Me no cheat,” said the Indian; “me _saw_ no cloud; me _bring_ cloud.”
“Well, well,” said the colonel, “you are an old friend, and you shall
have the rum, since you beg so hard for it. But mind you, it is not for
the _rain_. The Great Spirit sent the rain, not you.”
“Well,” said the Indian, “_your_ tobacco had rain upon it--why others
have _none?_ Answer _that_, colonel, if you can.”
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