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ENQUIRER-SON: COLUMBUS, GEORGIA, SUNDAY, OCTOBER 26,1890.
A NORTH CAROLINA TRIP
INTERVIEW WITH THE NATIVES
OF CHEROKEE COUNTY'.
(HARMING ALICE MACGOWAV GETS
THERE—PHOEBE AND CIDER MILL
MAN—INDIAN NAMES AND
THEIR ENGLISH EQUIV
ALENT.
Murphy, N. C., October 21.—[Special.]
—Asheville is is a very pretty place,
Hough I can hardly understand its enor
mous popularity as a resort, both winter
and summer. Altitude, pure, bracing
mountain air, and fine mountain scenery,
it shares with many other places in this
Western North Carolina section.
Being more a place of residence than
one of business, it has an uncommonly
larce proportion of fine places, surrounded
l,v beautiful grounds. Buncombe county,
ot which it is the county site, reverses the
usual order of things, and compels all
stock to he securely fenced, leaving com
wheat and other fields, meadows, orchards
and city lots almost universally uninclosed.
The result is pleasant in the country, and
to me quite old. As Phebe and I passed
along between tall corn and tempting rows
of apple trees,we agreed between ourselves
that such behavior was a premium on
crime, and removed all moral responsility
from tired and hungry wayfarers; but no
body, 1 think, can assert that she took
an ear of corn or a mouthful of oats here
and I an apple there, and certainly neither
of us will tell.
In Asheville itself the effect is still more
pleasing in contrast with most places of
its si/.e in this country, where one sees
cattle and pigs in greater or less profusion
in the streets, and every green thing that
is getatable is gnawed to the ground.
Hi re the lawns and terraces slope down, j loveliness,the softest and most enchant-
I thought, to make them understand that
I wanted a cup of milk. So I began by
looking very ^hungry (which was no ef
fort), then reached out my hand
and received an imaginary cup
from them, which I drank with greedi
ness. One of the younger ones hurried
into the cabin and brought out a cup to
me, but alas, it was filled with only water.
I was at my wits' end. I looked abont;
no cow was in sight, though I had seen
occasional groups of pretty, sleek cattle
all along my way; I tried milking in pan
tomime, but must have given an imper
fect production, for they could not under
stand, though they tried hard to do so.
Suddenly a bright thought struck me;
“Moo-oo-oo-oo!” said I, ‘ • Moo-woo-woo!’ ’
and looked earnestly at them and then
into the cup.
The effect was even beyond my expecta
tions. They screamed with laughter at
the earnestness and sincerity of my per
formance, much as yon would have done.
The oldest woman clapped one of the girls
on the shoulder and gave her some instruc
tions in soft, musical Cherokee,whereupon
she went to a little sort of spring houses,
and soon returned with a small crock of
nice milk and some pieces of a sort of soft
moist corn bread with whole boiled chest
nuts thickly interspersing it, like the
plums in a Christmas pudding. This is
the Indian chestnut bread. It is made
like the “hot tamales” of the Mexicans,
of handground corn, wrapped in corn-
husks and boiled; only here instead of the
addition of the pork there are the ches-
nuts; and it is, to a very hungry person,
altogether delicious.
In the late afternoon the mountains sud
denly opened away from the road. I
rounded a little curve and the Ocoaluftee
lay before me, while beyond were the
snowy palings, green lawn and trees, and
attactive buildings of the Cherokee school
which was the Mecca of my present pil
grimage.
The beautiful, beautiful O-co-naluttee!
Of all the charming mountain streams I
forded or traveled beside since leav
ing the Roan, this lias the most idyllic
laying back her ear sind snapping sharply J nent member of the society and of the
at his hand. I was ashamed of her ill-
manners and began apologizing 1 but it was
entirely unnecessary; the great, good-hu
mored fellow roared with laughter, and
brought handfuls of sweet apples to feed
the little vixen, saying: “Is all right;
not means some harm—he is a giri and
has not much sense; he not knows some
better. Alice MacGowan.
SOUTHERN NOTES IN NEW YORK.
reception of the twman's press club
TO MBS. NICHOLSON, OF NEW ORLEANS
—COMIC OPERA AT WEST POINT
PERSONAL AND LITERARY ITEMS.
New York, Octeber 23.—[Special.]—A
very charming but quiet affair, owing to
the early season, was the reception given
at the Park Avenue Hotel by the Woman's
Press Club to Mr. and Mrs. George Nich
olson, editors and proprietors of the New
Orleans Picayune. Mrs. Isabel Malton,
better known as “Bab” Mrs. J. T. Percy,
of the staff of Frank Leslie’s Weekly, and
Mrs. Emma Moffet Tyng, three Southern
ladies, assisted Mrs. Croly president of the
Club in receiving. The rooms used were
the commodious suite of the Park Avenue
Hotel, the large library offering cozy nooks
and pleasant opportunities for chats which
are so prized at all such parties, while it
was not large enough for people to lose in
it either themselves or the music of the or
chestra, which played softly during the
evening within a bower of trees at the
farther end of the room. Mrs. Mary E.
Bryan, Miss Watterson, the “woman” of_
the Evening Sun, Mrs. Harby and
Mrs. McQueen McIntosh of Georgia,
were among the friends who re
newed their pleasant acquaintance with
the guest of the evening, while Miss
Confederate Veteran Camp of New York.
Colonel Snead was a Virginian by birth
and before the war was editor of the St,
Lonis Bulletin. He joined General Jack
son’s staff at the outbreak of the war and
was made adjutant-general of the Missouri
State Guard. He was elected in 1864 to
the Confederate Congress and after the
war became managing editor of the New
York Daily News when he wrote 11 The fight
for Missouri.” Colonel Snead was a mem
ber of the Union Club and was well known
as a magazine writer and journalist. ,In
social circles he was popular as a cultivated
man and a delightful companion,
* * * *
Messrs. D. Appleton & Co., will publish
in a few weeks a novel by Colonel Richard
Malcolm Johnson called 11 Widow Guth
rie,” a story of Georgia town life, which is
said to be one of the most interestins
works this gifted Southern writer has yet
produced. The illustrations, which are
numerous and artistic, are from the pencil
of E. W. Kembler. In the Ledger of last
week Miss Julia Magruder, a daughter of
General John B. Magruder, began a novel
entitled Jephtbah's daughter, which prom
ises to be a beautiful and truthful adapta
tion of the Biblical story.
Steell & Livingston.
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Fort Mitchell, October 26.—Editor
Enquirer-Sun: Having seen in the pa
pers recently some allusions to the noted
Indian, Paddy Carr, which were, I think,
somewhat erroneous, and believing that a
correct account of him will be interesting
Sheridan, Miss Beverly Sitgreaves of the j to some of your readers, I venture to tell
Madison Square Theatre, Mjss Jordan, the j you what I know of him. I believe that I
newest recruit of the “World,” who hails ; alone am left of all his immediate neigh-
from Chicago, were for the first time in- bors who knew him prior to his removal
and beautiful, lit up by clumps of j ments of silver water, flowing be-
scarlet sage and beds ot vari-colored fol
iage; plants, to the side walks, with no sort
ot inclosure, or if there is a bit of wall,
one foot or eighteen inches in height, or a
light tracery of iron fence, it is garlanded
old half-covered with creeping and bloom-
ng vines, myrtles, nasturtiums and other
:raceful trailers, hanging their prodigal
vealth of crimsoif and orange blossoms
nmolested into the street.
(mt of Asheville 1 rode upon a very
leasant, cool, gray morning and*reached
aynesville, a distance of some tbirty-
.•e miles by the dirt road "before tea time.
1 rested over one day and started out on
te following morning for this mountain
cintry.
Yly route out of Waynesville lay across
U Balsam mountains through Soco Gap,
viy beautiful ride, and a comparatively
totle one for the mountain country,
thigh very remote and solitary.
ere 1 found great wealth and variety
ofeenery. For some way I rode among
tal silent and deserted, with its quanti-
tieof logs, and its piles of lumber ranged
abet.
tween fringed and ferny banks, checkered
by glancing sun-bc-ams and flitting shad
ow’s of darting birds or flickering reflec
tions of sw’aying, overhanging boughs. It
is as dimpling and smiling as a sunny
stream skirting an English meadow, and
so crystal clear that, though the water
was almost tip to Phebe’s body, I could
see every little, pebble on the bottom.
About a hundred yards above the ford
was the touch of human interest that com
pleted the sweet picture, a footbridge
thrown across in a graceful, shallow arch.
At the school, which is managed by the
Quakers, 1 was hospitably entertained and
very much interested.
There are eighty-nine pupils in all rang
ing in age from six or seven to eighteen
or twenty. Finer looking young follows
or more pleasing and well bred girls than
many of these are one could not wish to
see. They have a brass band of eighteen
or nineteen pieces, which is quite a source
of pride to the school. It has been heard
upon festal occasions in various parts of
this State and Tennesse, and the boys
1- urtlier on the road climbed along I made some very pleasing music on the
a gale grade toward the gap between the
delist walls of laurel I have ever seen,
andet higher up, indeed quite on the
tup, nd within the gap, it came out upon
an c*n grassy space where sat a little
cabi; empty of human inhabitants, and
moonlit lawn after tea,
The next morning—which was Sunday
—I went over to call upon the chief.
I was acquainted with the very preju
dicial fact that his name w’as Smith, J arret t
, ^niitli, before I went, but when I saw him
mlyjcupied by some corn fodder. But ' it only served to convince me that there is
ling vycs p-ered at me from the liny indeed, nothing in a name, for he was the
wiuiw, and half-open door, and bushy
tailsitted briskly in and out. It had
beenniles since I passed an inhabited
horn ami would be miles more before I
shot come to an other; I was absolutely
alomnder the great trees, between the
closf environing walls of thick laurels,
or iithe open grassy spaces, with the
squids, the birds, the stirring air and
sliifig shadows.
A began to descend, the Soco, an in
most nn-Smith-like man you could weli
imagine.
Six feet or more in height and splendidly
built, with a fine head aud beautifully cut
commanding feature, he was a strikingly
handsome and attractive figure. His hair
was brushed back from a very dignified
brow and fell in a curling mass far-down
his shoulders. The curling hair and the
beauty and regularity of the lofty features
reveal the chief’s Caucasian blood. He is
visit thing, a voice, a mjstery, ran along a man of about forty, I should judge, and
besi me, .sometimes gently, but more of
ten th loud outcry and confused protes-
tatiw. There would be the tinkle, tinkle
of t light soprano notes, and the next
mom i a full murmur of rich contralto
or Is voices would reply; then all would
disp; together, laughing, angry, with
sueibsolute mimicry of human voices
thai paused more man once, startled and
listing.
Git storms had evidently swept and
deviated this western slope ot the range
in yrs past, for big trees lay scattered
abolike playthings,their masses of roots
Icavg great caverns where they had been
torrp, or piled in fantastic confusion
aeregigantie ways.
A rode down through lhis|peopled sol-
itudainid this articulate silence, with
the ilking water beside beside me I
tliont of that other Alice who crept
dow the rabbit burrow, and of her
strae adventures and experiences in the
sira 1 lands and among the strange erea-
turelie thus encountered. Here 1 was
as istinctly the only being of
my ss as she found heiself to be in
Woulaml.
(I 1 , back on the eastern side of the
motain, 1 had lost my way and gone off
a wig road which soon tan, narrow and
preious, along a ledge high above a
frot torrent, and quite soou as
faittory, an old, old man with a staff
apped, walking slowly towards me un
der* tall trees ai d set me righi.
went on down the mountain west-
waihe hidden stream beside me sudden
ly kt into view in a. sheer fall of about
tiii or forty feet, silvery at top and
''i, foaming white below. Just by it
watall slender,maple which seemed,
likte darling of autumn, to have re-
eei her entire largess of glowing color
foistood beside the veil of moonbeam
tin mist, all in purest red of graded
<oi from the lowest winey branch to
ttopmost plume of fiery scarlet.
en 1 emerged into the cultivated
his wife, whom I did not meet, is a white
woman. He received me with graceful
cordiality, and I found him to be as well
informed and entertaining as he was fine
looking. There was a white man in the
room when I entered, probably some rela
tive of the chief’s wife, I thought, and one
could not fail to be struck with the Chero
kee’s superiority, physical and intellectual.
While the white man’s talk was in the
drawling tones and the usnal dialect of
the mountaineers, the chief’s language-was
excellent— even choice — English just
touched by that soft blur that the Chero
kee tongue seems unable to overcome, his
voice was rich and suave, and his manner
one of easy dignity.
He translated for me at my own request,
many of the Cherokee names in this lo
cality.
“Nantehaleb,” translated, is Noonday
sun, and the river was so named from a
narrow and deep ravine though which it
flows, where the sun only reaches it at
midday. “Tusquitta” he rendered “raf
tered,” the mountain of that name being
a pointed gable-like peak with ridges upon
it like rafters.
“Oeoualuftee” means near the liver,and
was the name of a place close to that
lovelv stream. But the white settlers ap
plied it to place and stream both—hence
the paradox.
Tuskaseege was also the name of a place
with the (’herokees, aud means Terrapin
town, or place of terrapins.
Cheowah—Ottertown,. or place of otters.
Notely—Spice wood.
Cartoogajay—New town.
Stekoah—Little pace.
Watauga—Little cane.
Chunky Gal and Standing Indian, he
smilingly remarked, must be English In
dian names; the former is abroad square
mountain and the latter a tall, slender
peak.
There are about 100 souls in this band
of (’herokees, being those who refused to
go Wesj onto the reservation some thirty
or thirty-five years ago when the general
troduced to her. Mrs. Nicholson made a
very pleasant impression, her manners are
cordial and unassuming, and she seemed
indeed like anything but the popular idea
of the newspaper woman. By her pen
name of Pearl Rivers she is known to gome
extent in the North, but it is in the rela
tion of woman and newspaper, an “un
godly relation,” as Mrs. Nicholson herself
says, that she is widest known, Catherine
Cole who was with Mr. and Mrs. Nichol
son on their arrival from England has
preceded them home. It is the former of
the two remaining who has derived jnost
benefit from their vacation for Mrs. Nich
olson still bears traces in her countenance
of the constant supervision required by
that spoiled darling, a newspaper. A dis
tinctly Southern air was perceptible about
this literary reunion; it may have been
owing to the dwelling place of the guests
and it probably was, but we were told
during the evening what we have often
heard, that most of the higher work of
journalism in the metropolis is
done by Southern men and wo
men. Mr. Harbin, W. H. Ballou,
Mr. Lawler, of the Times, and Miss Fran
ces Williams were among the guests.
There was dancing, and an elaborate sup
per was served in the great dining room of
the Park Avenue. Daring its course an
address very complimentary to Mrs. Nich
olson was delivered by Mrs. Croly, to
which Mr. Nicholson responded. Both
speeches were models of brevity. A little
after 12 the reception, a success from its
inception, was over.
At the Albemarle Hotel the other night ,
Senator Randall L. Gibson, of Louisiana,
was speaking of the recent demise of Reu
ben Davis, and remarked that this cousin
of the President of the Confederacy had
written one of the most charming as well
as valuable books in connection with the
war. “It is not so well, or not so
generally known as it should be,” re
marked Senator Gibson, “and particu
larly is it unknown in the North. It
is hardly probable that one-lialf the public
men who were in action at the time of the
war would ever have heard of this cousin
of Jeffersou Davis had his name not been
prominent lately in connection with the
Davis land fund. But they will hear of
him yet, for he has written a book which
will not die.” While on this subject it is
pretty generally known that Mrs. Davis
is soon to be in New York and to attend
persi mally to the correction of the book in
the press of the Belford Company. She
will stop with friends and will remain in
New York hardly longer than the time re
quired to gain some rest after finishing
the necessary work. Before returning *to
Beauvoir she will visit friends in the
northern part of the State. ’ Miss Winnie
Davis, it ts said, will not accompany her
mother, that place being taken by her mar
ried daughter.
lai 1 was in the Cherokee country.
T1 was not a white face to be seen, nor j removal to Indian Territory was effected.
This is not a reservation, and these In
dians are in no sense wards of the Govern
ment. The land is owned by the tribe,
and held in community, each man living
upon and farming his proportion, and they
have all the rights of citizenship.
But my most amusing remembrance of
the whole Cherokee country is of the big
strapping fellow who was tending a
cider mill at an orchard where there was no
house or anybody else anywhere about for
nearly a mile.' He came hastily down
from the high perch where he was
stiting the moment he spied
me. He gave me some of the fragrant
sweet cider to drink, and replied willingly
in his broken English to my inquiries
about roads. But it was Phebe that had
caught liis eye; upon Phebe his soft and
admiring glances were cast. “Nice horse
—fine horse,” he said, and incautiously
stretched out his hand to rub her nose.
Phebe, who resents such familiarity from
strangers, made her usnal bluff of biting,
a tl of English to be heard. The sur-
roiugs looked no different from those
anwhich I had been riding for weeks;
tlrabins, the cattle, and horses, the
er the stacks of hay, fodder and oats,
’.trying fruit, the primitive household
a arming implements; the only diffe.r-
eiwas that the men l saw at work in
tlrields. and the women around the
hfs, were Indians, and the babies that
seted about, or were earried in their
leers’ arms, were littie pappooses, with
tlright eyes and inscrutable expression
Japanese dolls. Wliat. a situation I
i\l be in, I thought, if I missed the
r> here where English appeared to be
aknown an accomplishment as roller
sng. 8o 1 kept pressing ahead until
py 4 o'clock, when the pangs of fam-
vercome me—Phebe was long since
bless with indignation. I came upon
le place where there were several wo-
They were quite pleasant faced,
odded smilingly to me. 1 would try,
People are beginning to come in from
Cranston’s at West Point, and they bring
back such tales of pleasure enjoyed there
as to make stay-at-homes envious. The
German has been danced every evening;
tennis has also had its votaries on the fine
days of which October has been lavish,
and rows on the magnificent river—“boat
ing parties” they deserve to be called—
have not been neglected. There is talk of
a magnificent carnival to occur next week,
and invitations will be issued no later than
Monday. No doubt there will be a scram
ble for them. It is the intention of the
managers to arrange for a matinee of the
chorus and the last act of “Poor Jona
than” (which is supposed to take place at
West Point), and Mr. Rudolph Aronson
and Miss Lillian Russell have been con
sulted. The latter is in favor of the mati
nee in the music room of Cranston’s, but
Mr. Aronson is in donbt whether the plan
could be carried out—i. e., whether the
choristers, after their day up the
Hudson would be fresh for the evening
performance in town. Mrs. T. P. Whar
ton and son, of New Orleans, who are now
in the city, will go up to the beautiful Oc
tober house the latter part of this week
and remain until after the carnival. Mrs.
Captain Bradford, of the same city, is
already there.
* * * *
Col. B. H. Richardson, of the En
quirer-Sun of Columbus, Ga., and Mrs.
Richardson left for home after a stay far
too short for the satisfaction of their New
York and Brooklyn friends. In both
cities Col. Richardson is known and liked
by many prominent people. Mr. Stafford,
of the new Imperial Hotel, has a warm
personal recollection of him, and at the
Hamilton Club in Brooklyn where a re
ception was given to the Southern editor,
he made a most favorable impression even
upon those who were farthest removed
from him politically. The visit of Mr. and
Mrs. Richardson "was curtailed on account
of preparations for the Exposition to be
held at Columbus.
* * * -*
The regular fortnightly dinner of the
Southern Society was postponed from last
Saturday night until the evening of the
25th on account of the sudden death of
Col. Thomas D; Snead, who was a promi- i
West in the year 1845.
If he ever lived or owned land in or
about Girard it must have been long be
fore I knew him. My father moved with
his family from near Columbus in your
county in 1837, and settled upon the land
which I now own and am living on within
one mile of Paddy Carr's home, where he
had evidently been living a long time. His
place is now known as the Bank place,
about eight miles from Columbus.
His family consisted of himself, his two
wives, Millgam and Tisechee, and his
twin daughters, Ariann and Ariadna,
named in honor of Miss Ariadna
Crowe!, daughter of Capt. Henry Crowel,
his neighbor. I went to school with his
daughters for a term or two to Miss Hester
Ann Mills, who, by the way, was, with
one exception, the only really beautiful
and lovely red-headed woman I ever knew.
[Y r ou, Mr. Editor, may whisper to any one
of your red-headed lady readers who ob
jects to this remark that she is that one.]
Paddy had, also, two brothers, Tom and
John, who lived with him. Tom was a
tall, fine looking fellow, and was said to
be pretty well educated. John resembled
Paddy, was a short, square-built man, and
a swarthy, yellow complexion. He was
said to be hostile in his feelings towards
the whites, and Paddy had to thrash him
dow and then when he became too demon
strative—which he did occasionally when
under the influence of “fire water.”
Paddy’s nearest neighbors when I knew
him were the Abercrombie’s. Captain
James, General Anderson and Colonel
Charles, the Crowels, Capt. Henry and
Colonel John—the Bentons, Colonel Sam
uel and Captain Ab—the Bradley Brothers,
Ead and Forbes—the Louisas, Pierce—
Nolan and Lovick, Mose Tragwick, Doc
tors Park and Thornton, General P. J.
Simmon and my father. All of these were
wealthy and prominent men, and now, all
have passed away forever. The changes
that have occurred in this neighborhood
since then are sad indeed to me. Then
the country was new, there being a small
fraction cleared; deer, wild turkeys and
some wolves abounded in the extensive
forests. There were frequent reunious
among the neighbors in deer hunts, fishing
frolics, picnics, barbecues, social visiting
and gay parties. The noble old bachelor,
Col. John Crowel was the patron of youth
ful enjoyment and delighted the young peo
ple by the frequent gay assemblages at his
magnificent residence at Fort Mitchell,
where Terpsichore ruled supreme. The
genial Canty Crowel, the leader in sylvan
sports, with his melodious horn and
troop of thoroughbred deer hounds, often
made the forest resound with such music
as delighted the huntsman's heart, and as
Diana herself would have envied. Ob,
glorious times! Oh, doleful change! Now
the country is mostly cleared and worn
out; deer are unknown, and white men,
like angels’ visits, are few aud far between.
Now the brother in black predominates,
and he, with his cheap shotgun and his
mangy cur, roams the wornout hills for
field larks, rabbits and such small game.
Or, with his cumbrous tackle, he dabbles
the muddy streams for minnows and cat
fish.
But I beg pardon, Mr. Editor, for this
digression. The time when Paddy Carr
was my neighbor is so intimately con-
nec ed with the joyful days of toy youth,
that I could not easily refrain from recall
ing them here.
Paddy Car was quite a wealthy man for
the times—owning a large plantation and
a number of negro slaves, to whom he was
a lenient but firm master. The cause of
his remaining here so long after his tribe
had been removed to the then territory of
Arkansas was said to be on account of the
hostility of some of the Indians to him for
the alleged crime of his aiding the whites
in swindling them out of their lands here.
He remained here until the year 1845 or
'40, when lie learned that his enemies
were dead, and then moved with his
family to the Indian Territory, where his
people had been again removed by Govern
mental authority. There he became a
prominent man in the' nation, and his
daughters married influential men, and
did well. These latter facts I learn from
an Indian agent whom I met in traveling
in 1801, ■and who had then not long since
left that territory and knew them.
Now, Mr. Editor, I could say a great
deal more about Paddy Car—of his social
relations, his honesty and neighborly
kindness, his visits to us and my visits to
his house, but these subjects are so asso-
ciated with my personal reminiscences that
modesty forbids me further to intrude on
your space and patience, so I will forbear.
N.
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