Identifier: indianhistoryfor00drak (find matches)
Title: Indian history for young folks
Year: 1919 (1910s)
Authors: Drake, Francis S. (Francis Samuel), 1828-1885 Dowd, Francis Joseph, 1876-
Subjects: Indians of North America Indians of North America -- Wars
Publisher: New York London : Harper & Brothers
Contributing Library: New York Public Library
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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he young chief, whowas heavily ironed, by the hand, the general said : Coacoochee, I take you by the hand as a warrior, a brave man. Youhave fought long, and with a true and strong heart, for your country. Youare a great warrior; the Indians look upon you as a leader. This war haslasted five years, it must now end. . . . You are the man to do it. I wishyou to state how many days it will require to effect an interview with theIndians in the woods. You can select three or five of these men to carryyour talk. Kame the time, it shall be granted ; but I tell you, as 1 wishyour relatives and friends told, that unless they fulfil your demands, your-self and these warriors now seated before us shall be hung to the yards oftliis vessel when the sun sets on the day appointed, with th • irons on yourhands and feet. 1 tell you this that we may well understand each oth T;I do not wish to frighten you—you are too brave a man for that—but 1 i o • i*i. 7> \-feei-SaIii_ A^A • p:fpr ^feH S
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>& T) f - :/s: •?/ v^; > llfc-..A^ WAR WITH THE SEMINOLES OF FLORIDA. 419 say what I mean, and I will do it. This war must end, and you mustend it. After a brief silence, the chief, with repressed feeling and in a subduedvoice, replied: I was once a boy. I hunted in these woods. I saw the white man,and was told he was my enemy. I could not shoot him as I would a wolfor bear, yet like these he came upon me. Horses, cattle, and fields he tookfrom me. He said he was my friend ; he abused our women and children,and told us to go from the land ; still he gave his hand in friendship. Wetook it; while taking it he had a snake in the other, his tongue was forked,he lied and stung us. I asked but for a small piece of these lands—enoughto plant and live upon, far South—a spot where I could place the ashes ofmy kindred—a spot only sufficient upon which I could lay my wife andchild. This was not granted me. I was put in prison; I escaped. I havebeen taken again ; I feel the iron

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