{"id":1464,"date":"2017-07-11T02:45:03","date_gmt":"2017-07-11T02:45:03","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/ushistory1os\/chapter\/primary-source-john-lawson-encounters-north-american-indians-1709\/"},"modified":"2017-07-11T02:45:03","modified_gmt":"2017-07-11T02:45:03","slug":"primary-source-john-lawson-encounters-north-american-indians-1709","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/courses.lumenlearning.com\/suny-tc3-ushistory1os\/chapter\/primary-source-john-lawson-encounters-north-american-indians-1709\/","title":{"raw":"Primary Source: John Lawson Encounters North American Indians, 1709","rendered":"Primary Source: John Lawson Encounters North American Indians, 1709"},"content":{"raw":"John Lawson took detailed notes on the various peoples he encountered during his exploration of the Carolinas. Lawson recorded many aspects of Native American life and even noticed the progress of disease as it swept through native communities. <\/em>\n\nNext Morning very early, we waded thro\u2019 the Savanna, the Path lying there; and about ten a Clock came to a hunting Quarter, of a great many Santees<\/em>; they made us all welcome; showing a great deal of Joy at our coming, giving us barbecued Turkeys, Bear\u2019s Oil, and Venison.\n\nHere we hired Santee Jack<\/em> (a good Hunter, and a well-humored Fellow) to be our Pilot to the Congeree Indians; <\/em>we gave him a Stroud-water-Blew, to make his Wife an Indian<\/em> Petticoat, who went with her Husband. After two Hours Refreshment, we went on, and got that Day about twenty Miles; we lay by a small swift Run of Water, which was paved at the Bottom with a Sort of Stone much like to Tripoli, and so light, that I fancied it would precipitate in no Stream, but where it naturally grew. The Weather was very cold, the Winds holding Northerly<\/em>. We made our selves as merry as we could, having a good Supper with the Scraps of the Venison we had given us by the Indians<\/em>, having kill\u2019s 3 Teal and a Possum, which Medley all together made a curious Ragoo.\n\nThis Day all of us had a Mind to have rested, but the Indian <\/em>was much against it, alleging, That the Place we lay at, was not good to hunt in; telling us, if we would go on, by Noon, he would bring us to a more convenient Place; so we moved forwards, and about twelve a Clock came to the most amazing Prospect I had seen since I had been in Carolina<\/em>; we travelled by a Swamp-side, which Swamp I believe to be no less than twenty Miles over, the other Side being as far as I could well discern, there appearing great Ridges of Mountains, bearing from us W.N. W.<\/em> One Alp with a Top like a Sugar-loaf, advanced its Head above all the rest very considerably; the Day was very serene, which gave us the Advantage of seeing a long Way; these Mountains were clothed all over with Trees, which seemed to us to be very large Timbers.\n\nAt the Sight of this fair Prospect, we stayed all Night; our Indian<\/em> going about half an Hour before us, had provided three fat Turkeys e\u2019er we got up to him.\n\nThe Swamp I now spoke of, is not a miry Bog, as others generally are, but you go down to it thro\u2019 a steep Bank, at the Foot of which, begins this Valley, where you may go dry for perhaps 200 Yards, then you meet with a small Brook or Run of Water, about 2 or 3 Foot deep, then dry Land for such another Space, so another Brook, thus continuing. The Land in this Percoarson, or Valley, being extraordinary rich, and the Runs of Water well stored with Fowl. It is the Head of one of the Branches of Santee-River<\/em>, but a farther Discovery Time would not permit; only one Thing is very remarkable, there growing all over this Swamp, a tall, lofty Bay-tree, but is not the same as in England<\/em>, these being in their Verdure all the Winter long; which appears here, when you stand on the Ridge, (where our Path lay) as if it were one pleasant, green Field, and as even as a Bowling-green to the Eye of the Beholder; being hemmed in on one Side with these Ledges of vast high Mountains.\n\nViewing the Land here, we found an extraordinary rich, black Mold, and some of a Copper-color, both Sorts very good; the Land in some Places is much burthened with Iron, Stone, here being great Store of it, seemingly very good: The eviling Springs, which are many in these Parts. issuing out of the Rocks, which Water we drank of, it coloring the Excrements of Travellers (by its chalybid Quality) as black as a Coal. When we were all asleep, in the Beginning of the Night, we were awakened with the dismal\u2019s and most hideous Noise that ever pierced my Ears: This sudden Surprise incapacitated us of guessing what this threatening Noise might proceed from; but our Indian <\/em>Pilot (who knew these Parts very well) acquainted us, that it was customary to hear such Music along that Swamp-side, there being endless Numbers of Panthers, Tigers, Wolves, and other Beasts of Prey, which take this Swamp for their Abode in the Day, coming in whole Droves to hunt the Deer in the Night, making this frightful Ditty \u2019till Day appears, then all is still as in other Places.\n\nThe next Day it proved a small drizzly Rain, which is rare, there happening not the tenth Part of Foggy falling Weather towards these Mountains, as visits those Parts. Near the Sea-board, the Indian<\/em> killed 15 Turkeys this Day; there coming out of the Swamp, (about Sun-rising) Flocks of these Fowl, containing several hundreds in a Gang, who feed upon the Acorns, it being most Oak that grow in these Woods. These are but very few Pines in those Quarters.\n\nEarly the next Morning, we set forward for the Congeree-Indians<\/em>, parting with that delicious Prospect. By the Way, our Guide killed more Turkeys, and two Polcats, which he eat, esteeming them before fat Turkeys. Some of the Turkeys which we eat, whilst we stayed there, I believe, weighed no less than 40 pounds.\n\nThe Land we passed over this Day, was most of it good, and the worst passable. At Night we killed a Possum, being cloyed with Turkeys, made a Dish of that, which tasted much between young Pork and Veal; their Fat being as white as any I ever saw. Our Indian<\/em> having this Day killed good Store of Provision with his Gun, they being curious Artists in managing a Gun, to make it carry either Ball, or Shot, true. When they have bought a Piece, and find it to shoot any Ways crooked, they take the Barrel out of the Stock, cutting a Notch in a Tree, wherein they set it straight, sometimes-shooting away above 100 Loads of Ammunition, before they bring the Gun to shoot according to their Mind. We took up our Quarters by a Fish-pond-side; the Pits in the Woods that stand full of Water, naturally breed Fish in them, in great Quantities. We cooked our Supper, but having neither Bread, or Salt, our fat Turkeys began to be loathsome to us, although\u2019 we were never wanting of a good Appetite, yet a Continuance of one Diet, made us weary.\n\nThe next Morning, Santee Jack<\/em> told us, we should reach the Indian<\/em> Settlement betimes that Day; about Noon, we passed by several fair Savanna\u2019s, very rich and dry; seeing great Copses of many Acres that bore nothing but Bushes, about the Bigness of Box-trees; which (in the Season) afford great Quantities of small Black-berries, very pleasant Fruit, and much like to our Blues, or Huckle-berries, that grow on Heaths in England<\/em>. Hard by the Savanna\u2019s we found the Town, where we halted; there was not above one Man left with the Women, the rest being gone a Hunting for a Feast. The Women were very busily engaged in Gaming: The Name or Grounds of it, I could not learn, though\u2019 I looked on above two Hours. Their Arithmetic was kept with a Heap of Indian<\/em> Grain. When their Play was ended, the King, or Cassetta\u2019s<\/em> Wife, invited us into her Cabin. The Indian<\/em> Kings always entertaining Travellers, either English<\/em>, or Indian<\/em>; taking it as a great Affront, if they pass by their Cabins, and take up their Quarters at any other Indian\u2019s<\/em> House. The Queen set Victuals before us, which good Compliment they use generally as soon as you come under their Roof.\n\nThe Town consists not of above a dozen Houses, they having other stragling Plantations up and down the Country, and are seated upon a small Branch of Santee<\/em> River. Their Place hath curious dry Marshes, and Savanna\u2019s adjoining to it, and would prove an exceeding thriving Range for Cattle, and Hogs, provided the English<\/em> were seated thereon. Besides, the Land is good for Plantations.\n\nThese Indians<\/em> are a small People, having lost much of their former Numbers, by intestine Broils; but most by the Small-pox, which hath often visited them, sweeping away whole Towns; occasioned by the immoderate Government of themselves in their Sickness; as I have mentioned before, treating of the Sewees<\/em>. Neither do I know any Savages that have traded with the English<\/em>, but what have been great Losers by this Distemper.\n\nJohn Lawson, A New Voyage to Carolina\u2026 <\/em>(London: 1709), 25-28.\n\nAvailable through the Internet Archive<\/a>\n\n\u00a0","rendered":"

John Lawson took detailed notes on the various peoples he encountered during his exploration of the Carolinas. Lawson recorded many aspects of Native American life and even noticed the progress of disease as it swept through native communities. <\/em><\/p>\n

Next Morning very early, we waded thro\u2019 the Savanna, the Path lying there; and about ten a Clock came to a hunting Quarter, of a great many Santees<\/em>; they made us all welcome; showing a great deal of Joy at our coming, giving us barbecued Turkeys, Bear\u2019s Oil, and Venison.<\/p>\n

Here we hired Santee Jack<\/em> (a good Hunter, and a well-humored Fellow) to be our Pilot to the Congeree Indians; <\/em>we gave him a Stroud-water-Blew, to make his Wife an Indian<\/em> Petticoat, who went with her Husband. After two Hours Refreshment, we went on, and got that Day about twenty Miles; we lay by a small swift Run of Water, which was paved at the Bottom with a Sort of Stone much like to Tripoli, and so light, that I fancied it would precipitate in no Stream, but where it naturally grew. The Weather was very cold, the Winds holding Northerly<\/em>. We made our selves as merry as we could, having a good Supper with the Scraps of the Venison we had given us by the Indians<\/em>, having kill\u2019s 3 Teal and a Possum, which Medley all together made a curious Ragoo.<\/p>\n

This Day all of us had a Mind to have rested, but the Indian <\/em>was much against it, alleging, That the Place we lay at, was not good to hunt in; telling us, if we would go on, by Noon, he would bring us to a more convenient Place; so we moved forwards, and about twelve a Clock came to the most amazing Prospect I had seen since I had been in Carolina<\/em>; we travelled by a Swamp-side, which Swamp I believe to be no less than twenty Miles over, the other Side being as far as I could well discern, there appearing great Ridges of Mountains, bearing from us W.N. W.<\/em> One Alp with a Top like a Sugar-loaf, advanced its Head above all the rest very considerably; the Day was very serene, which gave us the Advantage of seeing a long Way; these Mountains were clothed all over with Trees, which seemed to us to be very large Timbers.<\/p>\n

At the Sight of this fair Prospect, we stayed all Night; our Indian<\/em> going about half an Hour before us, had provided three fat Turkeys e\u2019er we got up to him.<\/p>\n

The Swamp I now spoke of, is not a miry Bog, as others generally are, but you go down to it thro\u2019 a steep Bank, at the Foot of which, begins this Valley, where you may go dry for perhaps 200 Yards, then you meet with a small Brook or Run of Water, about 2 or 3 Foot deep, then dry Land for such another Space, so another Brook, thus continuing. The Land in this Percoarson, or Valley, being extraordinary rich, and the Runs of Water well stored with Fowl. It is the Head of one of the Branches of Santee-River<\/em>, but a farther Discovery Time would not permit; only one Thing is very remarkable, there growing all over this Swamp, a tall, lofty Bay-tree, but is not the same as in England<\/em>, these being in their Verdure all the Winter long; which appears here, when you stand on the Ridge, (where our Path lay) as if it were one pleasant, green Field, and as even as a Bowling-green to the Eye of the Beholder; being hemmed in on one Side with these Ledges of vast high Mountains.<\/p>\n

Viewing the Land here, we found an extraordinary rich, black Mold, and some of a Copper-color, both Sorts very good; the Land in some Places is much burthened with Iron, Stone, here being great Store of it, seemingly very good: The eviling Springs, which are many in these Parts. issuing out of the Rocks, which Water we drank of, it coloring the Excrements of Travellers (by its chalybid Quality) as black as a Coal. When we were all asleep, in the Beginning of the Night, we were awakened with the dismal\u2019s and most hideous Noise that ever pierced my Ears: This sudden Surprise incapacitated us of guessing what this threatening Noise might proceed from; but our Indian <\/em>Pilot (who knew these Parts very well) acquainted us, that it was customary to hear such Music along that Swamp-side, there being endless Numbers of Panthers, Tigers, Wolves, and other Beasts of Prey, which take this Swamp for their Abode in the Day, coming in whole Droves to hunt the Deer in the Night, making this frightful Ditty \u2019till Day appears, then all is still as in other Places.<\/p>\n

The next Day it proved a small drizzly Rain, which is rare, there happening not the tenth Part of Foggy falling Weather towards these Mountains, as visits those Parts. Near the Sea-board, the Indian<\/em> killed 15 Turkeys this Day; there coming out of the Swamp, (about Sun-rising) Flocks of these Fowl, containing several hundreds in a Gang, who feed upon the Acorns, it being most Oak that grow in these Woods. These are but very few Pines in those Quarters.<\/p>\n

Early the next Morning, we set forward for the Congeree-Indians<\/em>, parting with that delicious Prospect. By the Way, our Guide killed more Turkeys, and two Polcats, which he eat, esteeming them before fat Turkeys. Some of the Turkeys which we eat, whilst we stayed there, I believe, weighed no less than 40 pounds.<\/p>\n

The Land we passed over this Day, was most of it good, and the worst passable. At Night we killed a Possum, being cloyed with Turkeys, made a Dish of that, which tasted much between young Pork and Veal; their Fat being as white as any I ever saw. Our Indian<\/em> having this Day killed good Store of Provision with his Gun, they being curious Artists in managing a Gun, to make it carry either Ball, or Shot, true. When they have bought a Piece, and find it to shoot any Ways crooked, they take the Barrel out of the Stock, cutting a Notch in a Tree, wherein they set it straight, sometimes-shooting away above 100 Loads of Ammunition, before they bring the Gun to shoot according to their Mind. We took up our Quarters by a Fish-pond-side; the Pits in the Woods that stand full of Water, naturally breed Fish in them, in great Quantities. We cooked our Supper, but having neither Bread, or Salt, our fat Turkeys began to be loathsome to us, although\u2019 we were never wanting of a good Appetite, yet a Continuance of one Diet, made us weary.<\/p>\n

The next Morning, Santee Jack<\/em> told us, we should reach the Indian<\/em> Settlement betimes that Day; about Noon, we passed by several fair Savanna\u2019s, very rich and dry; seeing great Copses of many Acres that bore nothing but Bushes, about the Bigness of Box-trees; which (in the Season) afford great Quantities of small Black-berries, very pleasant Fruit, and much like to our Blues, or Huckle-berries, that grow on Heaths in England<\/em>. Hard by the Savanna\u2019s we found the Town, where we halted; there was not above one Man left with the Women, the rest being gone a Hunting for a Feast. The Women were very busily engaged in Gaming: The Name or Grounds of it, I could not learn, though\u2019 I looked on above two Hours. Their Arithmetic was kept with a Heap of Indian<\/em> Grain. When their Play was ended, the King, or Cassetta\u2019s<\/em> Wife, invited us into her Cabin. The Indian<\/em> Kings always entertaining Travellers, either English<\/em>, or Indian<\/em>; taking it as a great Affront, if they pass by their Cabins, and take up their Quarters at any other Indian\u2019s<\/em> House. The Queen set Victuals before us, which good Compliment they use generally as soon as you come under their Roof.<\/p>\n

The Town consists not of above a dozen Houses, they having other stragling Plantations up and down the Country, and are seated upon a small Branch of Santee<\/em> River. Their Place hath curious dry Marshes, and Savanna\u2019s adjoining to it, and would prove an exceeding thriving Range for Cattle, and Hogs, provided the English<\/em> were seated thereon. Besides, the Land is good for Plantations.<\/p>\n

These Indians<\/em> are a small People, having lost much of their former Numbers, by intestine Broils; but most by the Small-pox, which hath often visited them, sweeping away whole Towns; occasioned by the immoderate Government of themselves in their Sickness; as I have mentioned before, treating of the Sewees<\/em>. Neither do I know any Savages that have traded with the English<\/em>, but what have been great Losers by this Distemper.<\/p>\n

John Lawson, A New Voyage to Carolina\u2026 <\/em>(London: 1709), 25-28.<\/p>\n

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