THE
LAST OF THE NANTICOKES
AN
INDIAN LEDGEND
FROM
THE
BALTIMORE REPUBLICAN
Abstract
from an article printed in the Saturday, May 11, 1844 issue of the
Sunbury American & Shamokin Journal
Sunbury,
Northumberland County, Pennsylvania
To
some there is an astonishment for the waste of sympathy for the
American Savage. “Lo! The Poor Indian.” “The Noble Red Man
of the Forest.”
Reality
paints characters of blood, heartless butcheries, committed of
innocent and defenseless women and children, symphathy fades.
It
is maintained by some that there is not a noble trait in an Indian
character. He buries his tomahawk in the skull of an enemy, takes
the infant from the mothers breast, takes scalps to sang from his
trophy belt.
This
is a tail of an old soldier, ten or twelve years ago, which
illustrates Indian character.
Any
person who has traveled along the Susquehanna river in dead of winter
can tell you of the bleak and cheerless country about the Shamokin
area that time of year. Before civilization came to the area many
way worn traveler fell upon crusted snow and breathed his last. It
was this time of year that two hardy 'pioneers' ventured to
establish communities along the West Branch, the Delaware Tribe of
Indians of 200 and some warriors, settled where Lewisburg now
stands, because of a scarcity of provision about the main body of the
Delaware River.
Here
they set their lodges and made preparation for a grand buffalo hunt.
Two
hundred miles up the river there were living a remnant of a fierce
and reckless tribe, the Nanticokes, maybe six hundred men, women and
children, who were once a powerful nation but their treachery had
rendered them now as 'outlaws' with other tribes.
These
Nanticokes having news that Delawares were encamped below them ,
destroyed their camp and marched toward the Delaware tribe, reaching
the opposite side of the river, the Delaware camp, within a week.
Here they build their new camp. This lawless tribe well known to the
Delawares and their chiefs gave orders not to communicate whatsoever
with the Nanticokes. This was a eath blow to the Nanticoke braves
who had come here with the express purpose of having liaisons with
the women of the Delaware tribe.
The
refusal of the Delawares to smoke the peace pipe provoked the
Nanticokes which calls a council to avenge the insult. After many
opinions of how to best punish these neighbors, Chief Chuttawee, a
noble looking, and heartless, individual arose and urged that the
most satisfactory procedure to the Nanticokes and the more
excruciating to the Delawares was to violate their women. This
proposition as excepted and Chief Chuttawee pledged himself to bring
about the opportunity.
True
to his word Chief Chuttawee skulked about the Delaware camp until he
met a dark eyed, dusky Delaware maid who was unable to withstand the
honeyed advance of the handsome Nanticoke Chief , who wooed and won,
got all the information as to their movements he desired. He found
of the preparations for the great buffalo hunt, awaiting to see the
trail of the herd going to buffalo valley, after which the hunting
business would commence.
Chuttawee
took advantage of the information and the very next night he and a
select party succeeded I making an artificial buffalo track trail in
the crusted snow some three or four miles up the valley . Early the
next morning yells of rejoicing were heard and there was all bustle
and commotion. Quivers were filled and every man who could bend a bow
started on the hunt. Their voices scarcely died away and the
Nanticoke's crossed the ice a began the works of destruction. By
this time the hunting party had reached the end of the tracks,
deception flashed upomn their minds and like a herd of deer they
returned to devastation and the shrieks of the wives and daughters,
it was too late. Viliany had been consummated. The Natnticoke were
back in camp across the ice.
The
Delaware Chiefs assembled. The council fire blazed high in the air.
Each chief was depicted with anger, deep ab damning, for the
tenderest chord of the savage had been severed, the determination to
drink deep of the Nanticoke blood was made. Within the hour,
deliberations were done, the war dance performed, with war whoops ,
the marched toward the Nanticoke camp, even knowing there were twice
the number of warriors to contend with. The Nanticoke expected them
, and by common consent, all marched to the mouth of the
Chillisquaque creek, both tribes leaving the old, the wives and
children, behind. At length they reached the battleground and the
massacre commenced. Loud were the yells of the dying and wounded, but
calm succeeds, the works completed. The Nanticokes were exterminated,
and only sixth of the two hundred Delawares remained. These sixty
warriors were not satisfied , tey went to the Nanticoke village,
dragged all Nanticoke, aged elders, women and children , to the gory
battle field , piled them with dead bodies, binding them together
with pine fagots and applied the torch, next began a dance of
victory, which lasted after night fall.
As
the blaze ascended to heaven cries of the suffers were drowned by the
victorious shouts of the sixty warriors which did not stop until the
heap of dead and dying was reduced to a pile of ashes, the last of
the Nanticokes