This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...the beginning of his being what he afterwards became--fierce, hateful, and hating. A few years after this, while living in a distant part of the nation, far to the sun-setting, he and others of his town went with my uncle Bowls--you may have heard of him as General Bowls, for he was a famous man in his day--to Tellico ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1871 Excerpt: ...the beginning of his being what he afterwards became--fierce, hateful, and hating. A few years after this, while living in a distant part of the nation, far to the sun-setting, he and others of his town went with my uncle Bowls--you may have heard of him as General Bowls, for he was a famous man in his day--to Tellico Blockhouse, to receive from the United States Agent the money promised to be paid our people, every year, for their lands. I was a little boy at the time, only seven or eight years old, but my uncle Bowls, who had conceived a great liking for me, took me with him on the trip. We went to Tellico, received the share of money due to our town, and were returning home, when our provisions fell short, and we stopped to hunt. We made our camp at the head of the Big Shoals on the Tennessee Eiver; you white people know them as the Mussel Shoals. Tellico Blockhouse was a military post and an agency of tha United States for the Cherokees. It was in Tennessee, not far from the site of the present Chattanooga. General Bowls was a Cherokee chief, and the incidents here recorded of him, in connection with the names of Stewart and Scott, are part of the history of his ill-starred people. The account given is corroborated by the testimony of white persons who were present. While we were encamped there, several boats loaded with white people and negroes, men, women, and children, came and landed near us. They were movers to some place down the Mississippi Eiver. The boats were under the command of two white men, named Stewart and Scott, who not only calculated on making money by moving the families, but had provided themselves with trinkets for trading with any Indians they might meet on the way. Learning that the red men ashore were abundantly supplied with mo...
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