men, relying on their safe conduct from the gov-
ernor, arrived in Charleston
to deplore all deeds of violence, and to say that their nation truly loved peace.
, the discreet lieutenant governor, urged the wisdom of making an agreement, before more blood should be spilt.1
were unequivocally sincere; and many of their towns were thor, oughly devoted to the English
‘I am come,’ said Oconostata in council on the eighteenth, ‘to hearken to what you have to say, and to deliver words of friendship.’
would not speak to them, saying: ‘I did not invite you to come down; I only permitted you to do so; therefore, you are to expect no talk from me, till I hear what you have to say.’3
The next day, the proud Oconostata
condescended to recount what had been ill done; explained its causes; declared that the great civil chief
of the Cherokees loved and respected the English
; and making an offering of deer-skins, and pleading for a renewal of trade, he added for himself: ‘I love the white people; they and the Indians shall not hurt one another; I reckon myself as one with you.’4
Tiftoe of Keowee complained of Coytmore
, the officer in command at Fort Prince George, as intemperate and licentious.
The former commander had been more acceptable to them.
But still he would hold the English
fast by the hand.—The head warrior of Estatoe
would have ‘the trade go on, and no more blood spilt.’—Killianaca, the Black Dog