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Cherokee: Primary Source 1: A Letter From President . March 16th, 1835
Cherokee: Primary Source 1: A Letter From President . March 16th, 1835
Cherokee: Primary Source 1: A Letter From President . March 16th, 1835
MY FRIENDS:
I have long viewed your condition with great interest. For many years
I have been acquainted (familiar) with your people, and under all variety
of circumstances (events), in peace and war. Your fathers were well
known to me, and the regard which I cherished (appreciated) for them
has caused me to feel great solicitude (concern) for your situation. To
these feelings, growing out of former recollections (memories) , have been
added the sanction (approval) of official duty, and the relation in which, by
the Constitution and laws, I am placed towards you. Listen to me,
therefore, as your fathers have listened, while I communicate to you my
sentiments (feelings) on the critical (important) state of your affairs.
You are now placed in the midst (middle) of a white population. Your
peculiar customs, which regulated your intercourse (interaction) with one
another, have been abrogated (ended) by the great political community
among which you live; and you are now subject to the same laws which
govern the other citizens of Georgia and Alabama. You are liable
(responsible) to prosecutions for offences, and to civil actions for a
It will relieve the whole State of Mississippi and the western part of
Alabama of Indian occupancy, and enable those States to advance rapidly
in population, wealth, and power. It will separate the Indians from
immediate contact with settlements of whites; free them from the power of
the States; enable them to pursue happiness in their own way and under
their own rude institutions (customs) ; will retard (slow) the progress of
decay, which is lessening their numbers, and perhaps cause them
gradually, under the protection of the Government and through the
influence of good counsels, to cast off their savage habits and become an
interesting, civilized, and Christian community.
What good man would prefer a country covered with forests and ranged by
a few thousand savages to our extensive (complex) Republic, studded with
cities, towns, and prosperous (successful) farms embellished with all the
improvements which art can devise or industry execute, occupied by more
than 12,000,000 happy people, and filled with all the blessings of liberty,
civilization and religion?
Here a soldier recalls what it was like working on the Trail of Tears. It is
strange to hear the perspective of someone who is not a Cherokee and
have the same horrors described. This man was sent as an interpreter to
the Smoky Mountain Country, and there he saw things that he describes as
"...the most brutal order in the History of American Warfare." He saw Native
Americans being stripped of their dignity, loved ones, and in some cases
their lives. :
"The removal of Cherokee Indians from their lifelong homes in the year of
1838 found me a young man in the prime of life and a Private soldier in the
American Army. Being acquainted with many of the Indians and able to
fluently speak their language, I was sent as interpreter into the Smoky
Mountain Country in May, 1838, and witnessed the execution of the most
brutal order in the History of American Warfare. I saw the helpless
Cherokees arrested and dragged from their homes, and driven at the
bayonet point into the stockades. And in the chill of a drizzling rain on an
October morning I saw them loaded like cattle or sheep into six hundred
and forty-five wagons and started toward the west... On the morning of
November the 17th we encountered a terrific sleet and snow storm with
freezing temperatures and from that day until we reached the end of the
fateful journey on March the 26th, 1839, the sufferings of the Cherokees
were awful. The trail of the exiles was a trail of death. They had to sleep in
the wagons and on the ground without fire. And I have known as many as
twenty-two of them to die in one night of pneumonia due to ill treatment,
cold, and exposure. Among this number was the beautiful Christian wife of
Chief John Ross. This noble hearted woman died a martyr to childhood,
giving her only blanket for the protection of a sick child. She rode thinly clad
(clothed or covered) through a blinding sleet and snow storm, developed
pneumonia and died in the still hours of a bleak winter night, with her head
resting on Lieutenant Greggs saddle blanket."
Primary Source # 4:
Here a man traveling describes one of the days traveling. Almost everyday
of this diary a man or woman or child dies. On this day, a 10 year old child.
The man states that in the beginning his weapon was to be prayer on this
journey, but he has been neglecting it. This might come from seeing many
horrors, or doubting that there was a God in the horrible world he
experienced. :
"...several waggons and some sick persons are still behind, we wait today
for them. This morning a little child about 10 years old died. Previous to
starting on this journey, I determined to let it be a journey of prayer, and to
devote much time every day to that sacred duty, but instead of this. I have
very strangely neglected prayer. In the morning our time is employed in
taking our bed &tc, from the little waggon in which we sleep to the large
waggon which carried its — replacing the seat. — getting water, — cooking
breakfast, putting up things, harnessing &tc., soon we are hurried on by the
waggons we accompany to the next encampment. Here we have to render
what we did in the morning — put up our tent, get wood and water, prepare
supper, fix our bed &ct. We often become much fatigued by the time we get
our fire prepared. I know that all this cannot justify a neglect of prayer..."