but a fondness for display.
To mark the boundary
which in October, 1765, had been agreed upon between the Carolinas and the Cherokees,1
he, at the cost of an impoverished and suffering Colony,2
marched a company of riflemen through the woods,3
to the banks of Reedy River
The Beloved Men of the Cherokees met him on the way. ‘The Man above,’ said their Orator, ‘is head of all He made the land and none other, and he told me that the land I stand on is mine, and all that is in it. True it is, the Deer and the Buffaloes and the Turkeys are almost gone.
I refer all to him above.
The White People eat what they have here; but our food is further off. The land is very good, but I will not love it. The land on this side the line I will not love, I give it to the White People
When they buy land, they give what soon wears out; but land lasts always.
Yet the land is given when the line is run.’4
As he spoke, he laid down a string of beads on the course of the border.
From the Elm Tree
on Reedy River
, the frontier was marked as far as to an Oak on the top of the Mountains
which rise over the sources of the Pacolet
and the Broad
; and thence it was agreed that it should run directly to Chiswell's Lead Mines on the New River branch
of the Kanawha
The Cherokee Chiefs, who knew well the cruelty and craft of the most pernicious beast of prey in the mountains,