Cherokee Phoenix

'LO, THE POOR INDIAN.'

Published January, 26, 1833

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'LO, THE POOR INDIAN.'

The territory to which the powers that now be, are endeavoring to drive the aboriginal inhabitants of this land, is a barren inhospitable desert!! a vast ocean of sand! destitute of wood; destitute of water, and almost destitute of vegetation except prickly pears and a few useless plants that belong to an arid sterile soil, it is true there is a strip of tolerably good land averaging about twenty-five miles in width, between this great desert and the state of Missouri and Arkansas territory, but this will hardly be sufficient for neutral ground between the Indians and their savage white neighbors.

I now appeal the PEOPLE of the U. States, and ask, are you willing to tear these rightful owners of the soil from the land which by the laws of God and nature belong to them; and which the supreme law of this land has guarantied to them, and to drive them out into this inhospitable desert to endure the scorching heat of summer and to remain unprotected from the bitter blasts of winter as they come howling from the Rocky Mountain? with not a tree for fuel or for shelter, and scarcely a drop of water to allay their thirst in summer.

The rivers as depicted on the maps may exist in winter, but in summer, after running a small distance eastward from the Rock Mountains, they sink into the sand and for hundreds of miles do not appear upon the surface. Comment is unnecessary, if you are determined to extirpate these helpless unoffending people do it at once. The Paxton boys themselves were more merciful, they surrounded the church whilst the Indians were on their knees at prayers and beat their brains out with mallets; cruel as that was, it was not more cruel than to send helpless old men, women and children many of whom are now more civilized and Christianized than their white neighbors, into such a place as is destined for them; there to perish by hunger and thirst, or whilst they live to endure alternately the scorching rays of a summer sun, reflected by the unshaded sand, or the piercing northwest wintry winds as it comes sweeping from the mountains.