Showing posts with label Fort Loudon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Fort Loudon. Show all posts

Sunday, January 20, 2019

To Choté


#1 - Fort Loudoun; #4 - Chota and Tanasi Memorials

The Story of Old Fort Loudon (published 1899):

 For even previous to the present outbreak and despite the stipulations of their treaties with the English, the Cherokees were known to have hesitated long in taking sides in the struggle between France and Great Britain, still in progress now in 1758, for supremacy in this western country, and many were suspected of yet inclining to the French, who had made great efforts to detach them from the British interest.

"Where go?" demanded the chief, suspiciously.

"To Choté, old town," she averred at haphazard, naming the famous "beloved town, city of refuge," of the Cherokee nation.



Sunday, December 9, 2018

To Chote, Old Town


The Story of Old Fort Loudon (published 1899):



"Along the buffalo paths, from one salt-lick to another, a group of pioneers took a vagrant way through the dense cane-brakes."

"Dark, gloomy, with long, level summit-lines, a grim outlier of the mountain range, since known as
the Cumberland, stretched from northeast to southwest, seeming as they approached to interpose an insurmountable barrier to further progress, until suddenly...showed a gap...and a new and beautiful land."

"The Indian gazed upon her doubtfully. He had evidently only a few disconnected sentences of English at command, although he understood far more than he could frame... . "...even previous to the present outbreak and despite the stipulations of their treaties with the English, the Cherokees were known to have hesitated long in taking sides in the struggle between France and Great Britain, still in progress now in 1758, for supremacy in this western country, and many were suspected of yet inclining to the French, who had made great efforts to detach them from the British interest."

"Where go?" demanded the chief, suspiciously. "To Choté, old town," she averred at haphazard, naming the famous "beloved town, city of refuge," of the Cherokee nation."



Thursday, September 8, 2011

Fort Prince George In The Story of Old Fort Loudon

From Story of Old Fort Loudon by Mary Noailles Murfree:

"Here's something from Fort Prince George," said Demere, from where he sat at the rude table with the papers scattered before him. "A goodly packet," he continued, as he broke the seal, in the expectant, pleased silence of the others. "Ensign Milne is writing--both the official communication and a long personal letter," noting the signature.

At the first glance along the lines his face fell.

"Captain Coytmore* is dead," he said in a low voice.
Murdered by the Indians he had been, in front of the fort, in the presence of the officers of his own command!

Note: It's really more about Fort Prince George and an incident involving Capt. Coytmore encountered while doing some Cameron (surname) research.

From The Cherokee:

*  The imprisonment of their ambassadors, which included the head man of almost every important Cherokee town, roused bitterness and resentment throughout the Nation. Feeling was intensified when Lieut. Richard Coytmore, Commander of Fort Prince George, with another British officer, crossed the river to the town of Keowee, forced their way into a Cherokee house and grossly abused some Cherokee women whose men were away hunting.