Savannah morning news. [volume] (Savannah) 1868-1887, 1885-09-01
Np1AN DAG 1N srnrrER.
The Finding of an Old Pearl Pipe start.
a Flood OF "Reminiscences

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a Flood OF "Reminiscences.
from ne A,nerscus Recorder.
Ihave lately had the good fortune to
stumble upon what I have no doubt In the
world is Fillemmee's pipe. 1t is made Of
grey sandstone, weighs nearly a pound
and shows marks of long usage. The
bowl is about one and q half inches deem,
by two inches in diameter, and the neck
is about two and a half inches in length
with an aperture large enough to con-
tain the small end of a toma-
hawk handle. Fillemmee, Kanard,
Kanoy and Hopaunee were met in solemn
council, neal Fillemme's capital. Kan
ard and Kanoy reigned over the red levels
by the dashing Kinchafoona. Fillemme
was Lord of Muckalee, and HOpaunee
was q refugee. No white man had, as vet,
set his foot on the western shore OF the
Flint river. Gen. Jackson had carried
death and destruction among the red men
beyond the river, and this council was
called to determine the best course to
pursue.
The embers of their expiring campfire
cast a wierd glow upon their swarthy fea-
lures. Fillemme, the proud but generous
chief, was a man of lordly mien; his lofty
brow, piercing eye and grave, dignifed
manner would have commanded respect
In any company. H~Opaunee's dark face,
scanned with passion and SCARED by many
a bloody encounter, revealed his nature,
which was crafty, %revengefut and
Vindictive. Kanard was a man of hand
some physique, but the fire water of the
white man had conquered the proud
prince, and his bloated face but too plainly
bore the disgusting traces Of many a dark
debauch. KanOy was in the bloom OF his
manhood, but there was a pensive melan-
choly cast about his finely chiseled fea-
lures that ~betokened some bitter disap-
pointment.
In silence Fillemmee filed the great
pipe and lighting it, applied the long stem
to his lips, drew a deep Whit that almost
ended in a sigh, and passed it to his neigh
Dor. After each had drawn a puff of
smoke, the dark chief Hopaunee arose and
began a recital of his grievances. His
voice at first was low, so low that had not
the silence been so profound his listeners
could not have understood mis- words.
Gradually it grew higher, one or two
angry gestures, and then a torrent
OF untaught eloquence burst from
his lips. The three chiefs responded
from time to time with grunts and groans.
This lmpassioned address fred the hearts
OF hanard and kanoy, and each, in his
turn, followed the refugee. AT last it
came Fillemme's turn. His voice was
low and musical, his words were plead
ing, n his heart was for peace. kanard
and Kanoy seemed to side with him. but
the crafty Hopaunee again arose, and the
majority declared for war.
Fillemmee, the proud, bowed his head
in sorrow. The ashes were emptied from
the great pipe, and amid the solemn still
ness of the night it was buried under the
dropping branches of the great oak tree,
and from the earth near by a wicked look
ing tomahawk was resurrected. Alasl
the great pipe was smoked in council no
more. One hundred years afterward a
prosperous farmer plowed through the
soft earth and the pipe was
brought t. light, discolored and worn with
the handling around many a council fire.
The Inflated people who held it 80 sacred
have been swept from the face of the
earth, and the mighty chiefs repcse md
the scenes that they loved. Kanard and
kanoy sleep in honored sepulture by the
wild kinchafoonee's turbid waters. Fill
lemmee's tomb has already been describ-
ed. AS for Hopaunee, but little lie known
of his fate. There is a tradition that he
persisted in a duel with a n%eighboring
chief.
He left a daughter, however, who is still
living, and claims to be more thar 100
years old. Her mother was a negress.
and the girl partook of the worst charac-
teristics of both parents. She could never
be controlled. She would run away and
abide in the darkest swamps for weeks
and months, subsisting on roots, herbs,
berries and such morsels OF meat as
came in her way, eating it raw like
a wild animal. She would arm her
self with a bludgeon, and woe betide
the man or woman who came within
reach of her stalwart arm. A daughter
was born to her, and while it was vet
quite young the mother betook herself to
the swamp, and remained there for many
weeks. When unduly pressed by hunger
she would venture forth at dead OF night
and pick up such food as she could find
about the farm houses. She is stil quite
active, her long, coarse black hair falls
below her wais', and she takes an especial
delight in %recounting the exploits of her
early days.