CHAPTER VIII.

Palaver at Sinoe--Ejectment of a Horde of Fishmen--Palaver at Settra

Kroo--Mrs. Sawyer--Objections to the Marriage of Missionaries--A

Centipede--Arrival at Cape Palmas--Rescue of the Sassy Wood-Drinker

Hostilities between the Natives and Colonists.

_November_ 27.--At Sinoe. The settlement here is in a poor condition.

The inhabitants are apparently more ignorant and lazy than the colonists

on any other part of the coast. Yet they have a beautiful and fertile

situation.

28.--The Macedonian and Decatur arrived. Governor Roberts, and other

persons of authority and distinction among the colonists, were passengers,

in order to be present at the intended palaver.

29.--At 9 A.M., thirteen boats left the different ships, armed, and having

about seventy-five marines on board, besides the sailors. Entering the

river, with flags flying and muskets glittering, the boats lay on their

oars until all were in a line, and then pulled at once for the beach, as

if about to charge a hostile battery. The manoeuvre was handsomely

executed, and seemed to give great satisfaction to some thirty colonists

and fifty naked natives, who were assembled on the beach. The officers and

marines were landed, and formed in line, under the direction of Lieutenant

Rich. The music then struck up, while the Commodore and Governor Roberts

slept ashore, and the whole detachment marched to the palaver-house,

which, on this occasion, was the Methodist Church.

The Commodore seated himself behind a small table, which was covered with

a napkin. The officers, with Governor Roberts and Doctor Day, occupied

seats on his right, and the native chiefs, as they dropped in, found

places on the left. If the latter fell short of us in outward pomp and

martial array, they had certainly the advantage of rank, there being about

twenty kings and headmen of the tribes among them. Governor Roberts opened

the palaver in the Commodore's name, informing the assembled chiefs, that

he had come to talk to them about the slaughter of the mate and cook,

belonging to Captain Burke's vessel. Jim Davis, who conducted the palaver

on the part of the natives, professed to know nothing of the matter, the

chiefs present being Bushmen, whereas the party concerned were Fishmen.

After a little exhibition of diplomacy, Davis retired, and Prince Tom came

forward and submitted to an examination. His father is king of the tribe

of Fishmen, implicated in the killing of the two men. The prince denied

any personal knowledge on the subject, but observed that the deed had been

done in war, and that the tribe were not responsible. When asked where

Nippoo was (a chief known to have taken a leading part in the affray), he

at first professed ignorance, but, on being hard pressed, offered to go

and seek him. He was informed, however, that he could not be permitted to

retire, but must produce Nippoo on the spot, or be taken to America.

The council went on. The depositions of three colonists were taken, and

the facts in the case brought out. They were substantially in accordance

with the narrative already given in this Journal; and, upon full

investigation, Captain Burke was decided to have been the aggressor. The

proceedings of the Fishmen had been fierce and savage, but were redeemed

by a quality of wild justice, and exhibited them altogether in a better

light than the white men.

This affair being adjusted, the business of the palaver might be

considered at an end, so far as the American squadron had any immediate

connection with it. But there were points of importance to be settled,

between the natives and the colonists. It was the interest of the latter,

that the Fishmen, residing in the neighborhood of the settlement, should

be ejected from their land, which would certainly be a very desirable

acquisition to the emigrants. It seems, that the land originally belonged

to the Sinoe tribe, whose head-quarters are four miles inland. Several

years ago, long before the arrival of the emigrants, this tribe gave

permission to a horde of Fishmen to occupy the site, but apparently

without relinquishing their own property in the soil. Feeble at first, the

tenants wore a friendly demeanor towards their landlords, and made

themselves useful, until, gradually acquiring strength, they became

insolent, and assumed an attitude of independence. Setting the interior

tribe, of whom they held the land, at defiance, these Fishmen put an

interdict upon their trading with foreigners, except through their own

agency. Eight or ten years ago, however, the inland natives sold the land

to the Colonization Society, subject to the incumbrance of the Fishmen's

occupancy, during good behavior; a condition which the colonists likewise

pledged themselves to the Fishmen to observe, unless the conduct of the

latter should nullify it.

For the last two or three years, the settlement at Sinoe, being neglected

by the Mississippi Society, under whose patronage it was established, has

dwindled and grown weaker in numbers and spirit. The Fishmen, with their

characteristic audacity, have assumed a bolder aspect, and, besides

committing many depredations on the property of the colonists, have

murdered two or three of their number. The murderers, it is true, were

delivered up by the tribe, and punished at the discretion of the Monrovian

authorities; but the colonists at Sinoe felt themselves too feeble to

redress their lighter wrongs, and therefore refrained from demanding

satisfaction. About a month since, an addition of sixty new emigrants was

made to the seventy, already established there. Considering themselves now

adequate to act on the offensive, they determined to drive off the

Fishmen. In this purpose they were confirmed by the Monrovian government;

and it was a part of the governor's business, at the palaver, to provide

for its execution.

Governor Roberts exhibited much sagacity and diplomatic shrewdness in

accomplishing his object. It was obviously important to obtain the

assistance of the Bushmen, in expelling and keeping away the Fishmen.

They, however, were unwilling to take part in the matter, alleging their

fears as an excuse; although it might probably be a stronger reason, that

they could trade more advantageously with merchant-vessels, through the

medium of the Fishmen, than by the agency of the colonists.

But the interposition of the American Commodore, and the affair of the

murder, afforded the Governor the advantage of mixing up that question

with the colonial one; so as to give the natives the impression that

everything was done at the instance and under the authority of our armed

force. This vantage-ground he skilfully made use of, yet not without its

being perceived, by the native politicians, that the question of expelling

the Fishmen was essentially distinct from that of the murder of Captain

Burke's seamen. Davis the interpreter, and one of the headmen of the Sinoe

tribe, inquired why the Commodore did not first talk his palaver, and then

the Governor in turn talk his. It did not suit his excellency's views to

answer; and the question was evaded. By this ingenious policy, the Bushmen

were induced to promise their aid in ridding the settlement of its

troublesome neighbors; while the Fishmen, overawed by the presence of a

force friendly to the colonists, submitted to their expulsion with a

quietude that could not, under other circumstances, have been expected.

Doubtless, they had forfeited their claim to the land by non-observance of

the conditions on which they held it; yet, in some points, the affair had

remarkably the aspect of a forcible acquisition of territory by the

colonists.

No time was lost in carrying the decree of the palaver into execution.

Apprehending hostilities from the squadron, the Fishmen had already

removed most of their property, as well as their women and children, and

had evacuated the town. Governor Roberts, Mr. Brown, Doctor Day, late

government agent, together with a few colonists, repaired to the place and

directed its demolition. This was partially effected by the natives, of

whom some hundreds from the interior were present. They cut down and

unroofed many of the dwellings; and the Governor left directions to burn

every house, if the Fishmen should attempt to re-occupy the town. This

wild horde, therefore, may be considered as permanently ejected from the

ground which they held on so singular a tenure; and thus terminated an

affair which throws a strong light on many of the characteristics of the

natives, and likewise on the relations between them and the emigrants.

_December_ 3.--We sailed, at two o'clock A.M., for Settra Kroo, fifteen

miles down the coast. Anchored at eleven A.M. A boat being sent ashore,

brought news of the death of Mr. Sawyer, the missionary. He left a wife,

now the only white person at the place.

4.--The boats landed at Settra Kroo, to settle a palaver. The matter in

question was the violence offered by the natives to Captain Brown, master

of an American vessel, in striking and attempting to kill him. They

admitted the fact, begged pardon, and agreed to pay ten bullocks, four

sheep, and some fowls, or the value thereof, to Captain Brown, and further

to permit him to trade without payment of the usual "dash." This town is

said to be very superior to any other native settlement on the coast; and

the people are the best informed, most intelligent, and the finest in

personal appearance, that we have met with.

Dined on shore. Mrs. Sawyer presided at the table, although her husband

was buried only yesterday. It is impossible not to look with admiration at

this lady, whose husband and only child have fallen victims to the

climate, yet who believes it her duty to remain alone, upon a barbarous

coast, in a position which perhaps no other woman ever voluntarily

occupied. She is faithful to her trust, as the companion of him who fell

at his post, and is doubtless happy in obedience to the unworldly motives

that guide her determination. Yet I cannot reconcile myself to the idea of

a woman sharing the martyrdom, which seems a proper, and not an

undesirable fate (so it come in the line of his duty) for a man. I doubt

the expediency of sending missionary ladies to perish here. Indeed, it may

well be questioned whether a missionary ought, in any country, to be a

married man. The care of a family must distract his attention and weaken

his efficiency; and herein, it may be, consists one great advantage which

the Catholic missionary possesses over the Protestant. He can penetrate

into the interior; he can sleep in the hut, and eat the simple food of a

native. But, if there be a wife and children, they must have houses and a

thousand other comforts, which are not only expensive and difficult to

obtain, but are clogs to keep the missionary down to one spot. I know how

much the toil and suffering of man is alleviated, in these far-off

regions, by the tenderness of woman. But the missionary is, by his

profession, a devoted man; he seeks, in this life, not his own happiness,

but the eternal good of others. Compare him with the members of my own

profession. We are sustained by no such lofty faith as must be supposed to

animate him, yet we find it possible to spend years upon the barren deep,

exposed to every variety of climate, and seeking peril wherever it may be

found--and all without the aid of woman's ministrations. Can a man, vowed

to the service of a Divine Master, think it much to practise similar

self-denial?

5.--This morning, while performing my ablutions with a large sponge, a

centipede, four and a half inches long, crawled out of one of the

orifices, and, ran over my hand. The venomous reptile was killed, without

any harm being done. It had probably been hidden in one of a number of

large land-shells, which I brought on board a day or two ago. His touch

upon my hand was the most disagreeable sensation that I have yet

experienced in Africa.

For a month past it has rained almost every night, but only three or four

times during the day. The tornadoes have not troubled us, and the regular

land and sea-breezes prevail.

6.--At 4 P. M., anchored off Cape Palmas. The Decatur had hardly clewed up

her top-sails, when she was directed by signal to make sail again. Shortly

afterwards, a boat from the frigate brought us intelligence that there is

trouble here between the natives and the colonists. The boats are ordered

to be in readiness to go ashore to-morrow, in order to settle a palaver.

The Decatur has gone to Caraway to protect the missionaries there. Thus we

are in a fair way to have plenty of work, palavering with the natives and

protecting the colonists. Not improbably, the latter have felt encouraged,

by the presence of our squadron, to assume a higher tone towards the

natives than heretofore. But we shall see.

8.--We landed, this morning, with nine armed boats, to examine into the

difficulties above alluded to. The first duty that it fell to our lot to

perform, was one of humanity. We had scarcely reached Governor Russwurm's

house, when, observing a crowd of people about a mile off, on the beach,

we learned that a man was undergoing the ordeal of drinking sassy-wood.

The Commodore, with most of the officers, hastened immediately to the

rescue. On approaching the spot, we saw a woman with an infant on her

back, walking to and fro, wailing bitterly, and throwing up her arms in

agony. Further on, we met four children, from eight to twelve years of

age, crying loudly as they came towards us, and apparently imploring us to

save their father. Beyond them, and as near the crowd as she dared go,

stood a young woman, supporting herself on a staff, with the tears

streaming down her cheeks, while she gazed earnestly at the spot where her

husband was suffering. Although she took no notice of us, her low moans

were more impressive than the vociferous agony of the former woman; and we

could not but suppose that the man was peculiarly amiable in the domestic

relations, since his impending fate awakened more grief in the hearts of

_two_ wives, than, in civilized life, we generally see exhibited by one.

Meeting a colonist, with intelligence that the victim was nearly dead, we

quickened our pace to a fast run.

Before we could reach the spot, however, the man had been put into a

canoe, and paddled out into a lagoon by one of the party, while the

remainder moved on to meet us. The Commodore ordered two of the leaders to

be seized and kept prisoners, until the drinker of sassy-wood should be

given up. This had the desired effect; and, in half an hour, there came to

the Government House a hard-featured man of about fifty, escorted by a

crowd, no small portion of which was composed of his own multifarious

wives and children, all displaying symptoms of high satisfaction. He

looked much exhausted, but was taken into the house and treated medically,

with the desired success. When sufficiently recovered he will be sent to a

neighboring town, where he must remain, until permitted by the customs of

his people to return. He had been subjected to the ordeal, in order to

test the truth or falsehood of an accusation brought against him, of

having caused the death of a man of consequence, by incantations and

necromantic arts. In such cases, a strong decoction of the sassy-wood bark

is the universally acknowledged medium of coming at the truth. The natives

believe that the tree has a supernatural quality, potent in destroying

witches and driving out evil spirits; nor, although few escape, do the

accused persons often object to quaffing the deadly draught. If it fail to

operate fatally, it is generally by the connivance of those who administer

it, in concocting the potion of such strength that the stomach shall

reject it. Should the suspected wizard escape the operation of the

sassy-wood, it is customary to kill him by beating on the head with clubs

and stones; his property is forfeited; and the party accusing him feast on

the cattle of their victim. The man whom we rescued had taken a gallon of

the decoction the previous evening, and about the same quantity just

before we interrupted the ordeal. His wealth had probably excited the envy

of his accusers.

We had just returned to the Government House and were about to seat

ourselves at the dinner-table, when an alarm-gun was heard from Mount

Tubman. A messenger soon arrived to say that the natives were attempting

to force their way through the settlement, to the Cape. The marines,

together with all the officers who could be spared, were instantly on the

march. The Commodore and Governor Russwurm led the force, on horseback;

the flag-lieutenant and myself being the only other officers fortunate

enough to procure animals. Mine was the queerest charger on which a knight

ever rode to battle; a little donkey, scarcely high enough to keep my feet

from the ground; so lazy that I could only force him into a trot by the

continual prick of my sword; and so vicious that he threw me twice, in

requital of my treatment. The rest of the detachment footed it four miles,

on a sandy road, and under the scorching sun. On the way we overtook

several armed colonists, hurrying to the point of danger. Passing the foot

of Mount Vaughan we reached Mount Tubman, and, ascending a steep, conical

hill, found ourselves on a level space of a hundred yards in diameter,

with a strong picket-fence surrounding it, and a solitary house in the

centre. Fifteen or sixteen armed men were on the watch, as conscious of

the neighborhood of an enemy; the piazza was crowded with women and

children; and from the interior of the house came the merry voices of

above a score of little boys and girls, ignorant of danger, and enjoying a

high frolic. Apart, by the wall, sat a blind man, grasping his staff with

a tremulous hand; and near him lay a sick woman, who had been brought in

from a neighboring farm-house. All these individuals, old and young, had

been driven hither for refuge by the alarm of war.

Not far off, we beheld tokens that an attack had been made, and sternly

resisted by the little garrison of the stockade. On the side opposite the

Cape, a steep path rose towards the gate. Some twenty yards down this

passage lay a native, dead, with an ugly hole in his scull; and, in a

narrow path to the right, was stretched another, who had met his death

from a bullet-wound in the centre of his forehead. The ball had cut the

ligature which bound his "greegree" of shells around his head, and the

faithless charm lay on the ground beside him. Already, the flies were

beginning to cluster about the dead man's mouth. The attacking party, to

which these slain individuals belonged, were of the Barroky tribe. It is

supposed that, knowing King Freeman to be at variance with the colonists,

and hearing the salute in honor of the Commodore's landing, they mistook

it for the commencement of hostilities, and came in to support the native

party and gather spoil.

As their repulse had evidently been decisive, we looked around us to enjoy

the extensive and diversified view from the summit of the hill. Casting

our eyes along the road which we had just passed, the principal settlement

was visible, consisting of two separate villages, intermingled with large

native towns, the dwellings in which greatly outnumbered those of the

colonists. On one side of the rude promontory ran a small river; on the

other, the sea rolled its unquiet waves. At a short distance from the

shore was seen the rocky islet, bearing the name of Go-to-Hell, where the

natives bury their dead. Northward, were the farms of those whom the

recent hostile incursion had driven to this place of refuge. In various

directions, several spurs of hills were visible, on one of which,

glittering among the trees, appeared the white edifices of the Mount

Vaughan Episcopal Mission.

On our return, some of the party halted at the Mission establishment; but

I urged my little donkey onward, and, though this warlike episode had cost

me a dinner, made my re-appearance at the Governor's table in time for the

dessert.

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