NEW ECHOTA Nov. 24, 1832
(This is the date on the paper. Should be Dec. 1, 1832)
The following poetry we admit to our columns, we do it the more readily in order that our readers may give it their interpretation. The transactions to which it has reference is that of the United States troops, who have been stationed since the early part of this year at the gold mines in the Nation, within the limits of Tennessee, who were ordered to the Nation by the President at the instance of the Governor of North Carolina, to remove the gold diggers from the limits of the latter State; and it would appear by our poetical genius, that they have commenced building on Cherokee land, ' as we understand him, from which it was thought intruders would fly it. A similar circumstance is known to have occurred in the Nation in the Georgia limits. The President stationed six companies of troops in 1830, at the gold mines, to remove intruders 'c. The fu'gay note was sounded, and axes too, built houses also, but they went further; they drove the Cherokees from their mining operations, and left their station to the Georgia Guard.
For the Cherokee Phoenix.
I found a queer sort of paper upon my table the other morning, and as I cannot make anything of it myself, take the liberty to send it to you for your interpretation; although it seems plain to me it was not intended for either of us. It is suspected to have a reference to the doings of the United States military, in this vicinity.
Waes me! waes Me! that I maun do it,
A hopeless cause, yet I maun sue it;
O cease your axe to fa' and hew it,
The pride o'ages;
Each reckless wight, how can ye view it?
His wild war wages.
O,lang these forests have held their quiet.
O, lang has freedom here run riot,
And when ye came--Ah! why belie it?
So sweet your fife sang,
Intrusion only, thought to fly it;
Fu'gay its notes rang.
But was't for this ye have come here?
Ye, blast e'en them the best o'fruits
Ye knell the hopes o'ev'ry new year
Wi sound o'axes!*
And greedy wrath, 'gainst them wi'
More eager waxes.
Each vale was fu' o'white face niggers,
And joy'd was I to see your triggers,
But now the odds, 'tis not in figures
How much I rue it;
A Saxan thou to Pictish diggers,
The times do shew it.
* Alluding to the destruction of forest in building, and also of the chestnut trees, by the men after fruit.