The word "fort" calls up before the mind a ma.s.sive structure, with angles and embrasures, bastions and battlements, curtains, casemates, and glacis--a place of great strength, for this is its essential signification. Such structures have the Spaniards raised in Florida as elsewhere--some of which [Note 1] are still standing, while others, even in their ruins, bear witness to the grandeur and glory that enveloped them at that time, when the leopard flag waved proudly above their walls.
There is a remarkable dissimilarity between the colonial architecture of Spain and that of other European nations. In America the Spaniards built without regard to pains or expense, as if they believed that their tenure would be eternal. Even in Florida, they could have no idea their lease would be so short--no forecast of so early an ejectment.
After all, these great fortresses served them a purpose. But for their protection, the dark Yama.s.see, and, after him, the conquering Seminole, would have driven them from the flowery peninsula long before the period of their actual rendition.
The United States has its great stone fortresses; but far different from these are the "forts" of frontier phraseology, which figure in the story of border wars, and which, at this hour, gird the territory of the United States as with a gigantic chain. In these are no grand battlements of cut rock, no costly casemates, no idle ornaments of engineering. They are rude erections of hewn logs, of temporary intent, put up at little expense, to be abandoned with as little loss--ready to follow the ever-flitting frontier in its rapid recession.
Such structures are admirably adapted to the purpose which they are required to serve. They are types of the utilitarian spirit of a republican government, not permitted to squander national wealth on such costly toys as Thames Tunnels and Britannia Bridges, at the expense of an overtaxed people. To fortify against an Indian enemy, proceed as follows:
Obtain a few hundred trees; cut them into lengths of eighteen feet; split them up the middle; set them in a quadrangle, side by side, flat faces inward; batten them together; point them at the tops; loophole eight feet from the ground; place a staging under the loopholes; dig a ditch outside; build a pair of bastions at alternate corners, in which plant your cannon; hang a strong gate and you have a "frontier fort."
It may be a triangle, a quadrangle, or any other polygon best suited to the ground.
You need quarters for your troops and stores. Build strong blockhouses within the enclosure--some at the angles, if you please; loophole them also--against the contingency of the stockade being carried; and, this done, your fort is finished.
Pine trees serve well. Their tall, branchless stems are readily cut and split to the proper lengths; but in Florida is found a timber still better for the purpose--in the trunk of the "cabbage-palm" [_Chamaerops palmetto_]. These, from the peculiarity of their endogenous texture, are less liable to be shattered by shot, and the bullet buries itself harmlessly in the wood. Of such materials was Fort King.
Fancy, then, such a stockade fort. People it with a few hundred soldiers--some in jacket uniforms of faded sky-colour, with white facings, sadly dimmed with dirt (the infantry); some in darker blue, bestriped with red (artillery); a few adorned with the more showy yellow (the dragoons); and still another few in the sombre green of the rifles.
Fancy these men lounging about or standing in groups, in slouched att.i.tudes, and slouchingly attired--a few of tidier aspect, with pipe-clayed belts and bayonets by their sides, on sentry, or forming the daily guard--some half-score of slattern women, their laundress-wives, mingling with a like number of brown-skinned squaws--a sprinkling of squalling brats--here and there an officer hurrying along, distinguished by his dark-blue undress frock [Note 2]--half-a-dozen gentlemen in civilian garb--visitors, or non-military _attaches_ of the fort--a score less gentle-looking--sutlers, beef-contractors, drovers, butchers, guides, hunters, gamblers, and idlers--some negro servants and friendly Indians--perhaps the pompous commissioner himself--fancy all these before you, with the star-spangled flag waving above your head, and you have the _coup d"oeil_ that presented itself as I rode into the gateway of Fort King.
Of late not much used to the saddle, the ride had fatigued me. I heard the _reveille_, but not yet being ordered on duty, I disregarded the call, and kept my bed till a later hour.
The notes of a bugle bursting through the open window, and the quick rolling of drums, once more awoke me. I recognised the parade music, and sprang from my couch. Jake at this moment entered to a.s.sist me in my toilet.
"Golly, Ma.s.sr George!" he exclaimed, pointing out by the window; "lookee dar! darts tha whole Indyen ob tha Seminole nayshun--ebbery red skin dar be in ole Floridy. Whugh!"
I looked forth. The scene was picturesque and impressive. Inside the stockade, soldiers were hurrying to and fro--the different companies forming for parade. They were no longer, as on the evening before, slouched and loosely attired; but, with jackets close b.u.t.toned, caps jauntily c.o.c.ked, belts pipe-clayed to a snowy whiteness, guns, bayonets, and b.u.t.tons gleaming under the sunlight, they presented a fine military aspect. Officers were moving among them, distinguished by their more splendid uniforms and shining epaulets; and a little apart stood the general himself, surrounded by his staff, conspicuous under large black chapeaus with nodding plumes of c.o.c.k"s feathers, white and scarlet.
Alongside the general was the commissioner--himself a general--in full government uniform.
This grand display was intended for effect on the minds of the Indians.
There were several well-dressed civilians within the enclosure, planters from the neighbourhood, among whom I recognised the Ringgolds.
So far the impressive. The picturesque lay beyond the stockade.
On the level plain that stretched to a distance of several hundred yards in front, were groups of tall Indian warriors, attired in their savage finery--turbaned, painted, and plumed. No two were dressed exactly alike, and yet there was a similarity in the style of all. Some wore hunting-shirts of buckskin, with leggings and moccasins of like material--all profusely fringed, beaded, and ta.s.selled; others were clad in tunics of printed cotton stuff, checked or flowered, with leggings of cloth, blue, green, or scarlet, reaching from hip to ankle, and girt below the knee with bead-embroidered gaiters, whose tagged and ta.s.selled ends hung down the outside of the leg. The gorgeous wampum belt encircled their waists, behind which were stuck their long knives, tomahawks, and, in some instances, pistols, glittering with a rich inlay of silver--relics left them by the Spaniards. Some, instead of the Indian wampum, encircled their waists with the Spanish scarf of scarlet silk, its fringed extremities hanging square with the skirt of the tunic, adding gracefulness to the garment. A picturesque head-dress was not wanting to complete the striking costume; and in this the variety was still greater. Some wore the beautiful coronet of plumes--the feathers stained to a variety of brilliant hues; some the "toque" of checked "bandanna;" while others wore shako-like caps of fur--of the black squirrel, the bay lynx, or racc.o.o.n--the face of the animal often fantastically set to the front. The heads of many were covered with broad fillets of embroidered wampum, out of which stood the wing plumes of the king vulture, or the gossamer feathers of the sand-hill crane. A few were still further distinguished by the nodding plumes of the great bird of Afric.
All carried guns--the long rifle of the backwoods hunter, with horns and pouches slung from their shoulders. Neither bow nor arrow was to be seen, except in the hands of the youth--many of whom were upon the ground, mingling with the warriors.
Further off, I could see tents, where the Indians had pitched their camp. They were not together, but scattered along the edge of the wood, here and there, in cl.u.s.ters, with banners floating in front--denoting the different clans or sub-tribes to which each belonged.
Women in their long frocks could be seen moving among the tents, and little dark-skinned "papooses" were playing over the gra.s.sy sward in front of them.
When I first saw them, the warriors were a.s.sembling in front of the stockade. Some had already arrived, and stood in little crowds, conversing, while others strode over the ground, pa.s.sing from group to group, as if bearing words of council from one to the other.
I could not help observing the upright carriage of these magnificent men. I could not help admiring their full, free port, and contrasting it with the gingerly step of the drilled soldier! No eye could have looked upon them without acknowledging this superiority of the _savage_.
As I glanced along the line of Saxon and Celtic soldiery--starched and stiff as they stood, shoulder to shoulder, and heel to heel--and then looked upon the plumed warriors without, as they proudly strode over the sward of their native soil, I could not help the reflection, that to conquer these men we must needs _outnumber_ them!
I should have been laughed at had I given expression to the thought. It was contrary to all experience--contrary to the burden of many a boasting legend of the borders. The Indian had always succ.u.mbed; but was it to the superior strength and courage of his white antagonist?
No: the inequality lay in numbers--oftener in arms. This was the secret of our superiority. What could avail the wet bowstring and ill-aimed shaft against the death-dealing bullet of the rifle?
There was no inequality now. Those hunter warriors carried the fire-weapon, and could handle it as skillfully as we.
The Indians now formed into a half-circle in front of the fort. The chiefs, having aligned themselves so as to form the concave side of the curve, sat down upon the gra.s.s. Behind them the sub-chiefs and more noted warriors took their places, and still further back, in rank after rank, stood the common men of the tribes. Even the women and boys drew near, cl.u.s.tering thickly behind, and regarding the movements of the men with quiet but eager interest.
Contrary to their usual habits, they were grave and silent. It is not their character to be so; for the Seminole is as free of speech and laughter as the clown of the circus ring; even the light-hearted negro scarcely equals him in jovialty.
It was not so now, but the very reverse. Chiefs, warriors and women-- even the boys who had just forsaken their play--all wore an aspect of solemnity.
No wonder. That was no ordinary a.s.semblage--no meeting upon a trivial matter--but a council at which was to be decided one of the dearest interests of their lives--a council whose decree might part them forever from their native land. No wonder they did not exhibit their habitual gaiety.
It is not correct to say that all looked grave. In that semi-circle of chiefs were men of opposite views. There were those who wished for the removal--who had private reasons to desire it--men bribed, suborned, or tampered with--traitors to their tribe and nation.
These were neither weak nor few. Some of the most powerful chiefs had been bought over, and had agreed to sell the rights of their people.
Their treason was known or suspected, and this it was that was causing the anxiety of the others. Had it been otherwise--had there been no division in the ranks--the patriot party might easily have obtained a triumphant decision; but they feared the defection of traitors.
The band had struck up a march--the troops were in motion, and filing through the gate.
Hurrying on my uniform, I hastened out; and took my place among the staff of the general.
A few minutes after we were on the ground, face to face with the a.s.sembled chiefs.
The troops formed in line, the general taking his stand in front of the colours, with the commissioner by his side. Behind these were grouped the officers of the staff with clerks, interpreters, and some civilians of note--the Ringgolds, and others--who by courtesy were to take part in the proceedings.
Hands were shaken between the officers and chiefs; the friendly calumet was pa.s.sed round; and the council at length inaugurated.
Note 1. Forts Piscolata on the Saint Johns, Fort San Augustine, and others, at Pensacola, Saint Marks, and elsewhere.
Note 2. An American officer is rarely to be seen in full uniform--still more rarely when on campaigning service, as in Florida.
CHAPTER TWENTY SEVEN.
THE COUNCIL.
First came the speech of the commissioner.
It is too voluminous to be given in detail. Its chief points were, an appeal to the Indians to conform peaceably to the terms of the Oclawaha treaty--to yield up their lands in Florida--to move to the west--to the country a.s.signed them upon the White River of Arkansas--in short, to accept all the terms which the government had commissioned him to require.
He took pains to specify the advantages which would accrue from the removal. He painted the new home as a perfect paradise--prairies covered with game, elk, antelopes, and buffalo--rivers teeming with fish--crystal waters and unclouded skies. Could he have found credence for his words, the Seminole might have fancied that the happy hunting-grounds of his fancied heaven existed in reality upon the earth.
On the other hand, he pointed out to the Indians the consequences of their non-compliance. White men would be settling thickly along their borders. Bad white men would enter upon their lands; there would be strife and the spilling of blood; the red man would be tried in the court of the white man, where, according to law, his oath would be of no avail; and _therefore he must suffer injustice_!
Such were in reality the sentiments of Mr Commissioner Wiley Thompson [historically true], uttered in the council of Fort King, in April, 1835. I shall give them in his own words; they are worthy of record, as a specimen of _fair dealing_ between white and red. Thus spoke he: