CANTO II. The council-fire was kindled. Far it flashed On the dark waters with a lurid glow; A light that just made visible beyond The wild, projecting Narragansett shore, On Ocean's bosom, fair Aquidnick lay, On beetling crags, in friendly neighborhood, In the early times of the Narragansetts, they had a chief named Tashtassack, greatly superior in wisdom, and valor, and dominion, to any chief in all the country. He had but two children; and being unable to match them elsewhere according to their dignity, united them to each other. They had four sons; of whom Canonicus, who was sachem when the English arrived, was the oldest."-ANCIENT MANUSCRIPT. Roger Williams says of this chief, as may be seen in a manuscript letter addressed to the Governor of Massachusetts: "Their late famous, long-lived Canonicus, so lived and died; and in the same most honorable manner, and solemnity, (in their way,) as you laid to sleep your prudent peace-maker, Mr. Winthrop, did they honor this, their prudent and peaceable prince; yea, through all their towns and countries, how frequently do many, and oft times, our Englishmen travel alone with safety, and lovingkindness." And again he says, in a deposition dated June 18, 1682: "And therefore I declare to posterity, that were it not for the favor that God gave me with Canonicus, none of these parts-no, not Rhode Island, had been purchased or obtained; for I never got any thing of Canonicus, but by GIFT." How his generosity was requited, will be seen in the many acts of oppression, cruelty, and wrongwhich were finally consummated by the downright murder of two of the most distinguished members of his family. This chief was not only one of the best and most devoted friends the English ever found, but his character was one of the highest generosity, heroism, and magnanimity; and even taking his portrait, as drawn by his enemies, he stands out from the gloom of those dark and troubled times, with the bold relief of an immortal greatness. He was the nephew of Canonicus. After his maturity, he shared with that chief the labors of the government, and succeeded him in the sachemship. This chief, though he had met with many wrongs and indignities at the hands of the English, had sufficient sagacity to perceive the policy of cultivating their friendship; and at the council of 1675, he, jointly with Roger Williams, represented the English interest, and strongly and eloquently urged upon the Narragansett chief an acceptance of the offered terms of peace. Quinnapin, a Narragansett sachem of some celebrity, had married Weetamoe, the widow of Wamsatta, the oldest son of Massasoit, and brother of King Philip. Weetamoe was, in her own right, sachem of Pocassett, and is described in one of the old Indian chronicles as being "as potent a prince as any round about her, and hath as much corn, land, and men, at her command." Magnus was an aged squa-sachem of exalted character and great power. She was, in 1765, one "of the six present sachems of the whole Narragansett country." M Slept the fierce spirit of insatiate War- That would not be suppressed. Their very plumes As steel is troubled at the coming storm. The council-fire blazed fiercely; and the light, The bordering darkness more distinct and dense. In glancing o'er that host of warriors dark, Of trials-struggles triumphs; yet these shone Parent and Founder of the truly free- He was thy brother-thou-'neath closest scan- Rhode Islanders with virtuous pride can tell, Thou, and the Son of Peace-the Western Sage Were the twin stars of your illenient age; When warlike fame as morning mist shall fly, And blood-stained Glory, as a meteor, die; When all the dross is known, and cast away, And the pure gold alone allowed to stay, Two names will stand, the pride of virtuous men- Sat young Nanuntenoo. A sterner lip Ne'er curl'd with pride or scorn-nor haughtier eye, None glorious in its eloquence of thought, Than the young sachem wore, and woke, that eve. As slowly he gazed round, that kindling eye Spoke and its flashes challenged a reply. *An artful allusion to the ancient enmity existing between the Wampanoags and Narragansetts. The adherence to old friendships, and the preservation of old enmities, was cherished among the Indians as a religious principle; and it could only be set aside by some claim on their hospitality, as may be seen in many points of their history. He sees the Wampanoag-and it burns. The youthful sachem-then in silence stood, Wreathed, for an instant, the young sachem's lip; Living and ardent, from the patriot's soul. "And must we sell our brethren-men who came, So poor, that he must be ungenerous? "No singing-bird, Strong and contending passions burned within One hand was pressed a moment on his brow, Shall we, then, sell our brethren? Chieftains, say! Nanuntenoo, or, as he was more generally called, Canonchet, was persuaded to subscribe a treaty," by which he promised to surrender to the English all the Indians hostile to the latter, who fled to him for protection. The fulfilment of this treaty, as is well known, he evaded; and finally involved himself in Philip's war. In regard to the propriety of this measure, Thatcher says: "It is more likely he considered it (the treaty) an absolute nullity, as having been obtained by force, unjustly and insultingly imposed." And again: "Whether that protection, independently of the forced promise to surrender the refugees, was, or was not, a sufficient cause for the war which ensued, it must be allowed at least to reflect no discredit on the humanity and honor of Canonchet, and the other sachems, who persisted in that policy at every hazard. With him, and them, it was unquestionably a measure of sacred principle. No noble-minded chieftain upon the continent, educated as an Indian chieftain always is, would have given ap men who appealed to his hospitality-his own brethren in distress and nakedness, driven before the bayonet of a mortal enemy-of a distant race, and of vastly superior power-and least of all, when, if surrendered, it was to a certain doom of slavery or death. Some of his tribe would have compromised their dignity through fear; but not the son of Miantonomo."-INDIAN BIOGRAPHY. His wigwam's shelter, unto whom he will?- But I would see the noble sachem stand, All thought of wrong-and let the hatchet sleep!" As pierced the heart. "I had a father once! It crieth in the tempest for REVENGE! Is there a hatchet free-a scalping-knife Or one true hand to wield a tomahawk And shall your sachem's blood be unavenged!" The coming earthquake-then a voice burst forth- Than e'er was uttered by the mid-earth groans, But uprose Once more Nanuntenoo-and all was still. Miantonomo made a league with the English, who were also the adherents of Uncas, sachem of the Mohegans. Miantonomo kept his league with singular good faith, notwithstanding he was continually annoyed by the crafty and wicked Uncas. That sachem, who, for his servility and cunning, became a great favorite-a kind of royal pet to his white allies, presuming upon the favor he enjoyed, lost no opportunity of injuring the Narragansett sachem. Miantonomo, though an independent sachem, made no attempt to seek atonement for his injuries, until, after repeated appeals, he found that could not obtain justice, except through his own person, and by the exertion of his own force. He then was left, as Hubbard laconically says, to "take his own course." This he was not slow to do. He became involved in war with Uncas, in which the English, by every principle of gratitude and justice, should either have assisted him, or have compelled Uncas to make restitution. They did neither; for they liked the fawning sycophancy of Uncas far better than the magnanimity and bravery of Miantonomowhom in truth they feared. The Narragansett was carried away captive; and the English, adopting the same policy they have since shown in the case of Napoleon, decided upon the necessity of his death. A council of "five of the most judicious elders" was called, who formally pronounced his doom. So perished one of their noblest and truest friends-perished, according to their own evidence, for vindicat ing his natural rights, which they had solemnly sworn to protect and defend. What a sad commentary upon the black ingratitude and the treachery of man! Her wrongs* can name another murder'd king— Is there a man-and shall his hatchet sleep, His own wild hunting-grounds-his father's graves- Sweep from the land our Nation's withering curse!— No land-no blanket-and no fathers' graves- Forth like rising giant Pomham stood: 66 He paused a moment. Through the mighty throng Like that deep voice the storm-god utters, when Than his companions knew of-for his heart Had dwelt with Beauty, and knew all her forms, Where they are loveliest-in sweet Nature's home. The outline of his features was so fair— So unlike all his brethren, that it seemed Had robbed them of their harshness. Black as night, Or lashed by storms to madness-the blue sky, Nor these alone; but insects, birds, and flowers- And yet, in some more genial, happier sphere, * Mansatta, or Alexander, who was the immediate successor of Massasoit, had excited the suspicions of the English. He was then, as was their custom, immediately cited to appear before the commissioners at Plymouth. The messengers found him ill of a fever; but, notwithstanding the entreaties of his friends, he was compelled to attend the summons, and was borne upon the shoulders of his attendants, until he became so exhausted that he absolutely fell dead. M 2 VOL. II.-18 |