The Carrollton sun. (City of Carrollton, Parish of Jefferson, La.) 185?-1???, 1860-09-05

llloiilys ~
We had not ridden more than a mile
after parting with Jahaand his captive,
when we saw figure Standing as mo-
tionless as shadow in the forest ahead
of us. The attitude was free and COM
manding, and q nearer approach showed
us that it was an Indian. He Wan
leaning on his rife. He wors
coronet, made of brass, encir4 his
crQw-black head, and ornamenfed a with
crSW and eagles feathers. He was
dressed in blue frock, trimmed with
tarnished gold lace, and belted close to-
his body BY q stout leathern cincture.
Hanging upon his brawny chest we're
several silver medals. On his leftwrist
were FIVE hoops or bracelets Of brass,
close together, and being rivited onSfhe
whole, were evidently meant to be WORN
TIL his death. He wore deer-skin l6g
gins, the seams fringed, and his feet
were encased in once handsomely orna-
mented mocassins, which had seen.
In his belt were a powder horn, a long
knife in sheath Of serpent's skin,
pouch for balls, Hints, etc, and another
large one for miscellaneous articles.
His rife was very long. slender, without
any groove stock for the barrel to rest
in, and flint lock. had time to OBJ
serve all these particulars, for we stop
ped and held some minutes ''talk" with
the warrioa; for warrior he was, having
fought under General jackson long
years agone; and two of the medals
Suspended from his neck were bestowed
upon him, the colonel said, by the
s'hero." The Indian was full sixty
years of age, but time had scarcely
whited hair in his lofty head. Proud,
stern, dignifed as a king, he neither
moved or regarded us as we rode up to
him.
"Good morning, Captain John" said
the colonel; s'a fine day for the deer I
You seem to be on the chase as we'll
as we! -
The Indian chief smiled at hearing
the courteous and bland words of the
colonel, and answered in deep barry
tone, that completely came up Is my
idea of a 'smanly voice.
va, white chief Good morn!
Deer not much plenty! God day hunt,
but deer not much plenty! White man
leave no more deer for Indian rife ~
and he slowly shook his head, cast his
eyes sadly to the earth and remained
silent.
Why do you and your people not
remove west, chief!" asked the col
onel. % You will find vast hunting
grounds there-no white man will in
trude upon you-you can there be happy
and powerful -
Indian never more be great, white
chief!'' responded the old warrior, with
o heavy cloud darkening the noble out
line of his Washington like features.
AS he spoke, he turned and strobe
away with the air and bearing of Forrest
as Metamora, save that the one is imita-
ton, and the other nature,
"Who is that noble looking chief?'
1 inquired of the colonel, for his sullen
pride and solitary condition had inspired
me with curiosity to- know his history.
"That is the celebrated. Creek chief
Nelastora, was his reply as we resumed
our ride, while the chief disappeared in
the depths of the woodland. "He was
an ally.of Jackson's in the Indian wars,
and was of greas assistance to the cause.
The cncroachments of civilization upon
his hunting grounds, which were once
hundred miles III extent through this
region, have compelled most of his tribe
to remove to the west of the hissis-
sippi. But he and few of his friends
refuse to go. He has sworn, l arn told,
upon the graves of his fathers, that he
will never desert them, but remain TO
protect and die upon them And he
will keep his word. Sometimes he is
seen hundred miles south of this, but
he is never long absent from the central
seat of his tribe, which is beautiful
valley thirtxRuiles to the east and south
of us. efore met him in the
forest, .h sged all offers of hos
pitality pss the threshold of
40 whifs sF6ckett and this chief
were a1Ske brothers, yet he never
sat at Nc American hunters board
Three Xears ago, Nelastora was seen
standing by General Jackson's grave
at the Hermitage, regarding itin silence;
but when he was approached, he haught
!l+= retired"
/ was witness, Yesterday afternoon,