Chapter III
Many Particulars
Respecting
the
Natives
Interest as well as
curiosity invited
an
acquaintance
with our
new
neighbors.
They were called
in their
language
Deliwans.
They were
tall:
bodies
well
proportioned,
straight
limbs,
complexions
of a
brownish
hue,
broad cheek bones,
black
wild
rolling
eyes,
and hair
black
and
coarse.
To
strangers
they were
hospitable;
true to their
engagements;
ardent
in their
friendship.
But to enemies,
implacable,
cruel,
and barbarous in the extreme.
Innumerable
hordes
of this
description
of
people were
scattered
over
an
extensive
country,
who gained their living by
hunting
the
elk,
the
deer,
and a great
variety
of other wild
animals;
by
fishing
and
fowling,
and by raising corn,
beans,
and
squashes.
Shooting
the arrow,
slinging
stones,
wrestling,
jumping,
hopping,
and running were their
principal
amusements;
and
prizes
would often be
staked
as a reward to the conqueror.
Their clothing consisted of skins dressed with the hair on;
but in warm
weather,
only the middle part of their bodies were
encumbered
with any covering.
The one half of the head of the men was
shaved
and
painted
with red and the one half of the face was
painted
with
black.
The head
was
adorned
with
feathers
of
various
kinds and their
ears
and
noses
were
ornamented
with
rings
formed from the
sinews
of certain
animals,
on which were
suspended
smooth
stones of different
colors.
Thus
clothed,
thus
painted,
thus
ornamented
a
Deliwan
made a most
terrific
appearance.
They
held
festivals
at stated times,
which
varied
in the manner of
conducting
them,
according
(( to ))
the object they had in view.
At one of their
annual
festivals
their
ceremonies
were
peculiarly
singular
and different from any that were ever
practiced
by any nation.
Here a
description
would give us some
idea
of their religion and would
gratify
the
curiosity
of an
ingenious
mind.
When the time arrives,
which is in
September,
the whole
tribe
assemble.
They are
dressed
and
ornamented
in the
highest
fashion.
The women
in particular
have their garments and heads so
adorned
with
feathers,
shells,
and
wampum
that they make a very
brilliant
and
grotesque
appearance.
They form a
circle;
their
countenances
are
solemn.
A
speaker
mounts
a
stage
in the midst.
At this moment two
black
dogs
led by two
boys,
and two
white
dogs
led by two young
damsels
enter the
circle
and are
tied
(( with ropes. ))
The
speaker
then extended his hands and spoke.
"Hail
ye
favorite
children of the Great and Good Spirit,
Who
resides
in the Sun,
Who is the Father of all living
creatures,
and Whose arms encircle us all around,
Who defends us from the
malicious
designs of that Great
Malignant
Spirit that pours upon us all the evils we
endure.
He gives us
all our
meat
and our
fish,
and causes
the corn and the fruits to spring up,
and makes us to rejoice in His goodness.
He hath prepared a
delightful
country to receive us,
if we are valiant in battle or are
benevolent
and good.
There we can
pick
all kinds of delicious fruit and have
game
and
fish
in
abundance
and our women,
being
improved
in
beauty
and
sprightliness,
will cause our hearts to dance with delight.
But wo unto you wicked,
malicious,
mischievous
mortals;
your
lot
will be cast in a dark,
miry
swamp,
where the
Malignant
Spirit
will
torment
you with
mosquitoes
and
serpents
and will give you
nothing
to
eat
but
toads,
frogs,
and
snails.
But O my dear friends,
all
hail.
Here is a custom which is
sanctioned
by time
immemorial.
Look
steadfastly
on the
black
dogs and let not your eyes be
turned away when they are
thrown on the sacred
pile
and the flames are
furiously
consuming
their bodies.
Then let your
earnest
prayers ascend for
pardon
and your
transgressions will
flee away like shadows
and your sins will be carried by the
smoke
into the
shades
of
oblivion.
When this solemn
expiatory
sacrifice
is ended then prepare your souls to partake of the holy
festival.
Each one will receive a precious
morsel
from these
immaculate,
snow
colored
dogs
in token
that
your
offenses
have all
evaporated
in the
smoke
of the holy sacrifice,
and that you are
thankful
to the
Benevolent
Spirit
for the
abundance
of good things that you enjoy,
and that you
humbly
anticipate
the
continuance
of His blessings
and that He will defend you against the evil
designs of that
Malignant
Spirit,
who gives us
gall
and
wormwood,
and fills our
bosoms
with pain and our eyes with tears."
He then proclaimed,
"Let
the sacred
pile
be erected
and the solemn sacrifice performed."
Instantly
about one hundred men came forward with small
dry
wood and
bundles
of
dry
sticks
and having thrown them in one
pile
within the
circle
they sat the
pile
on fire.
The
black
dogs were
knocked
on the head and thrown on the top.
In a moment all was in a
blaze
and the flame ascended in
curls
to heaven.
The whole company
assumed
the most
devout
attitude
and
muttered
in sounds almost
inarticulate
their humble
confessions
and
earnest
requests.
When the dogs were
consumed
and the
fire
nearly
extinguished,
the
ceremonies
of their sacred
festival
began.
The
white
dogs,
which were very
plump
and
fat,
were
knocked
on the head and their
throats
cut.
Their hair was then
singed
off,
having first their
entrails
taken out,
and being
suspended
by the
nose
before a
hot
fire,
they were soon
roasted,
thrown
upon a long
table,
and
dissected
into
as many pieces as there were persons to
swallow
them.
The company immediately formed a
procession,
one
rank
of men,
the other of women.
The men
marching to the left
and the
women to the right
of the
table,
each one
took a piece and
devoured
it
with as
good
a
(( relish ))
as if it had been the most delicious
morsel.
Having
completed
these sacred
ceremonies
with great
solemnity,
the whole company formed themselves into a
compact
circle
'round the
stage.
Ten
musicians
immediately
mounted
and
facing
the multitude on every side
sang
a
song.
The
tune
and the
musical
voices of the
singers
pleased the
ear,
whilst the imagination was delighted with the
poetic
ingenuity
of the
composition.
The multitude all joined in the
chorus,
with voice so loud and
multifarious
that the
atmosphere
quaked
with terror and the woods and neighboring hills,
by way of
mockery,
sent back the sound of their voices
improved
by
tenfold
confusion.
Perhaps,
Reader,
you have the
curiosity
to hear the
song.
I can give you only the last
stanza
and the
chorus.
For us the Sun
emits
his
rays,
The Moon
shines
forth for our delight.
The
stars
extol
our
heroes
praise,
And warriors flee before our sight.
Chorus
Deliwan
to
chahee poloo,
Manegango farwah teloo.
Chanepanh, lawango chapah,
Quinebogan hamboo gowah.
The
solemnities
are ended
and in their opinion their poor souls are
completely
whitewashed
and every
stain
entirely
effaced.
A little
diversion
will now
dissipate
the
solemnity
and inspire them with
cheerfulness
and
merriment.
The whole
tribe
repair
to the top of an hill.
At one place there is a
gradual
slope
a small
distance
and then
it
descends
about
twenty-five
feet
in an
almost
perpendicular
direction,
at the bottom
of which is a
quagmire,
which is
about ten
feet
in length and the
soft
mud
is about three
feet
deep.
At each end the ground is
soft
but not
miry.
Down this
declivity
twenty
pair
of very
supple
and
sprightly
young men and women are to
descend.
If by their
agility
and
dexterity
they escape the
quagmire,
a piece of
wampum
will be the reward of each
fortunate
champion;
but if they
plunge
in,
their
recompense
will be the
ridicule
and
laughter
of the multitude.
In making this
decent,
six young women and five young men by a
surprising
dexterity
in
whirling
their bodies as they
descended,
cleared
themselves from the
quagmire.
The rest as their
turns
came plunged in and came out most
woefully
muddied,
to the great
diversion
of the
spectators.
The
incident
which
excited
the most
merriment
happened
when the last
pair
descended.
By an
unlucky
spring
(( he failed ))
to clear himself from the
quagmire.
He brought his body along side of the
declivity
and
rolled
his whole length
into the midst of the
quagmire
where he lay,
neither
heels
up or head up,
but
horizontally,
soft
and easy.
But
alas,
when one
unlucky
event
happens
another
follows
close
on the
heel.
The fair,
plump,
corpulent
damsel,
his
affectionate
sweetheart,
came
instantly,
sliding
with great
velocity.
She saw the
woeful
position
of her beloved.
She
wished
him no
harm;
she raised her feet
(( and ))
this brought the center of
gravity
directly
over the center of his head.
Here she
rested
a moment.
His head
sunk;
she
sunk
after him.
His
heels
kicked
against the wind like
Jeshuran
waxed
fat,
but not a word from his lips.
But his
ideas
came in quick
succession.
Thought he,
"What a
disgrace
to die here in the
mud
under the
pressure
of my
sweetheart."
However
his time for such
reflections
(( was ))
short.
The tender-hearted maid,
collecting
all her
agility
in one
effort,
dismounted
and found
herself
on
dry
land in an
instant.
Not a moment
to be lost;
she seized her
lover
by one
leg
and
dragged
him
from the
mud;
a curious
figure,
extending about six
feet
six
inches,
on the ground,
all
besmeared
from head to foot,
spitting,
puffing,
panting,
and
struggling
for
breath.
Poor man,
the whole multitude
laughing
at thy calamity,
shouting,
ridiculing.
None to give thee
consolation
but thy
loving
and
sympathetic
partner in
misfortune.
" Upon
my soul!"
exclaims
Droll Tom.
"Stern
foremost!
That
bouncing
lass
ought to have the
highest
prize
for
dragging
her ship from the
mud."
She was
cleaning
the
filth
from his face.