About Three A Clock, We Reach'd The Town,
And The Indians Presently Brought Us Good Fat Bear, And Venison,
Which Was Very Acceptable At That Time.
Their Cabins were hung
with a good sort of Tapestry, as fat Bear, and barbakued or dried Venison;
no
Indians having greater Plenty of Provisions than these.
The Savages do, indeed, still possess the Flower of Carolina,
the English enjoying only the Fag-end of that fine Country.
We had not been in the Town 2 Hours, when Enoe-Will came into
the King's Cabin; which was our Quarters. We ask'd him,
if he would conduct us to the English, and what he would have for his Pains;
he answer'd, he would go along with us, and for what he was to have,
he left that to our Discretion.
{Monday.}
The next Morning, we set out, with Enoe-Will, towards Adshusheer,
leaving the Virginia Path, and striking more to the Eastward,
for Ronoack. Several Indians were in our Company belonging
to Will's Nation, who are the Shoccories, mixt with the Enoe-Indians,
and those of the Nation of Adshusheer. Enoe-Will is their chief Man,
and rules as far as the Banks of Reatkin. It was a sad stony Way
to Adshusheer. We went over a small River by Achonechy,
and in this 14 Miles, through several other Streams, which empty themselves
into the Branches of Cape-Fair. The stony Way made me quite lame;
so that I was an Hour or two behind the rest; but honest Will
would not leave me, but bid me welcome when we came to his House,
feasting us with hot Bread, and Bears-Oil; which is wholsome Food
for Travellers. There runs a pretty Rivulet by this Town.
Near the Plantation, I saw a prodigious overgrown Pine-Tree,
having not seen any of that Sort of Timber for above 125 Miles:
They brought us 2 Cocks, and pull'd their larger Feathers off,
never plucking the lesser, but singeing them off. I took one of these Fowls
in my Hand, to make it cleaner than the Indian had, pulling out
his Guts and Liver, which I laid in a Bason; notwithstanding which,
he kept such a Struggling for a considerable time, that I had much ado
to hold him in my Hands. The Indians laugh'd at me, and told me,
that Enoe-Will had taken a Cock of an Indian that was not at home,
and the Fowl was design'd for another Use. I conjectur'd,
that he was design'd for an Offering to their God, who, they say,
hurts them, (which is the Devil.) In this Struggling, he bled afresh,
and there issued out of his Body more Blood than commonly
such Creatures afford. Notwithstanding all this, we cook'd him, and eat him;
and if he was design'd for him, cheated the Devil. The Indians keep
many Cocks, but seldom above one Hen, using very often such wicked Sacrifices,
as I mistrusted this Fowl was design'd for.
Our Guide and Landlord Enoe-Will was of the best and most agreeable Temper
that ever I met with in an Indian, being always ready
to serve the English, not out of Gain, but real Affection;
which makes him apprehensive of being poison'd by some wicked Indians,
and was therefore very earnest with me, to promise him to revenge his Death,
if it should so happen.
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