TAHATAWAN.

His mark [a bow and arrow].

This singular letter was addressed to John Thoreau at Taunton, and was

so carefully preserved in the family that it must have had value in

their eyes, as recalling traits of the two Thoreau brothers, and also

events in the village life of Concord, more interesting to the young

people of 1837 than to the present generation. Some of its parables

are easy to read, others quite obscure. The annual State election was

an important event to Henry Thoreau then,--more so than it afterwards

appeared; and he was certainly on the Whig side in politics, like most

of the educated youths of Concord. His "young chief of the Karlisles"

was Albert Nelson, son of a Carlisle physician, who began to practice

law in Concord in 1836, and was afterwards chief justice of the

Superior Court of the County of Suffolk. He was defeated at the

election of 1837, as a Whig candidate for the legislature, by a

Democrat. Henry Vose, above named, writing from "Butternuts," in New

York, three hundred miles west of Concord, October 22, 1837, said to

Thoreau: "You envy my happy situation, and mourn over your fate, which

condemns you to loiter about Concord and grub among clamshells [for

Indian relics]. If this were your only source of enjoyment while in

Concord,--but I know that it is not. I well remember that 'antique and

fish-like' office of _Major_ Nelson (to whom, and to Mr. Dennis, and

Bemis, and John Thoreau, I wish to be remembered); and still more

vividly do I remember the fairer portion of the community in C." This

indicates a social habit in Henry and John Thoreau, which the Indian

"talk" also implies. Tahatawan, whom Henry here impersonated, was the

mythical Sachem of Musketaquid (the Algonquin name for Concord River

and region), whose fishing and hunting lodge was on the hill

Naushawtuck, between the two rivers so much navigated by the Thoreaus.

In 1837 the two brothers were sportsmen, and went shooting over the

Concord meadows and moors, but of course the "buffalo" was a figure of

speech; they never shot anything larger than a raccoon. A few years

later they gave up killing the game.

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