Many leading names among the
sachems, warriors and wise men
of the Senecas are more or less
intimately associated with this
region, and other persons, well
known to the pioneers, whose
career was identified with the
Indians here, claim mention in
these pages.
Red Jacket
Red Jacket, Sa-go-ye-wat-hah,*
lived, for a time, on the Ewing
place, just south of Fall Brook
and half a mile east of the
Genesee. His relations with
tribesmen along the river were
intimate and his visits here
frequent and prolonged . His
sagacity and wisdom are as well
known as his great oratorical
gifts. In these respects, this
noted chieftain had no superior
among the best of his race. He
was not a warrior, though he led
a company of Senecas against the
British in the war of 1812 ; but
he was a negotiator, the
diplomat of his nation. Toward
the close of life he became
intemperate. On one occasion,
the government having business
with the Indians, sent an agent
to Buffalo, who there met Red
Jacket as the representative of
the Senecas. The day fixed upon
came, but the chief failed to
put in an appearance. Horatio
Jones, who was to act as
interpreter, after a long
search, found him in a low
tavern quite drunk. The porter,
who was about shutting up the
house for the night, was
preparing to put him out of
doors when Jones interposed.
As soon as the effects of the
liquor were slept off, the chief
wanted more, but was denied. He
was reminded of his neglect of
the public business, and of the
regret his course must cause the
President. Red Jacket's under
lip dropped for a moment, a
peculiarity of his when annoyed
; then, raising himself in his
stately way, he said, with a
motion of his hand as if to wave
off the reproach, "all will blow
over, I guess." In a quarrel at
Canandaigua in early days, an
Indian killed a white man. A
rising young lawyer, whose
subsequent business career was a
distinguished one, conducted the
prosecution, Red Jacket the
defense. In his appeal to the
jury, the orator of nature rose
to high eloquence, and, though
speaking through an interpreter,
jury, court, and spectators were
all won to his cause. Captain
Jones said it was quite
impossible for him to preserve
the full force and beauty of
this address.
The opposing advocate never
again appeared at the bar, for,
said he, " if a heathen
red-skin's voice can so bewitch
men's reason, what call is there
for either argument or law." Red
Jacket obstinately refused to
use the English language, and
was a pagan in religion,
manifesting, through life, an
unyielding hostility to the
efforts of missionaries to
Christianize his people.
Thatcher says a young clergyman
once made a zealous effort to
enlighten the chief in spiritual
matters. He listened
attentively. When it came his
turn, he said, " If you white
people murdered the Saviour,
make it up for yourselves. We
had nothing to do with it. Had
he come among us we should have
treated him better." He retained
his prejudice against the
Christian religion down to a
short time before his death,
when, it is believed, his views
underwent a radical change, and
he died in the faith and was
buried with Christian rites.
Dining one day at Horatio
Jones's, Red Jacket emptied a
imp of suit into his tea,
mistaking it for sugar. The
mistake passed without remark,
though not unnoticed by the
guests. The chief, however,
coolly stirred the beverage
until the salt was dissolved and
then swallowed the whole in his
own imperturbable way, giving
not the least sign that it was
otherwise than palatable. Red
Jacket was not sufficiently
identified with this region to
justify a formal sketch of him
here, but it will not be out of
place to refer to the fate that
awaited his bones. At death, his
remains were buried in the
Indian grounds on Buffalo creek,
a simple marble slab marking the
spot. By degrees, relic hunters
had clipped away the memorial
stone until little or nothing
remained to indicate the resting
place of the famous chieftain.
At length an unauthorized person
of his own race* exhumed his
bones and carried them to
Buffalo. A Seneca, who chanced
then to be in the city, took
possession and carried them to
the Cattaraugus reservation to a
female relative of Red Jacket's,
who placed them in a pine chest
under her bed. Thus far the
friends have declined to
surrender them to the Buffalo
Historical Society, who have
secured a spot in the beautiful
cemetery near that city for the
interment of several noted
Senecas, and design, when all
are gathered, to erect an
elegant memorial over their
remains.
Cornplanter
Cornplanter Ga-yant-hwah-geh,
was a leading chieftain and one
of the wisest and best of Seneca
notables. As a councilor,
indeed, none of his race was
better esteemed. Canawaugus,
near Avon, had the honor of
being his birth-place ; though,
in after years, he usually
resided on the Alleghany river,
yet he remained closely
identified through life, by
consanguinity and otherwise,
with the Indians of the Genesee.
He was partly white. The Indian
boys early took notice that his
skin was more fair than theirs.
He named the matter to his
mother, who told him that his
father was a white trader named
Abell, or O ' Bale, who lived
near Albany. After growing up,
he sought out his father and
made himself known. The father
gave him victuals to eat at his
house, but " no provisions on
the way home." He gave me
neither kettle nor gun, nor did
he tell me that the United
States were about to rebel
against Great Britain," said the
much offended half-blood.
Cornplanter was among the first
to adopt the white man's
costume, and in latter years,
might easily have been mistaken
for a well-to-do farmer. He was
of medium height, inclining to
corpulence, though late in life
he became quite thin in person ;
was easy in manners and correct
in morals. His face was
expressive and his eye dark and
penetrating. He ranked above Red
Jacket as a warrior and was
little inferior to him as an
orator. He was at Braddock's
defeat, where Washington, then a
colonial major, first
distinguished himself. He took
part against the colonies in the
Revolution, and, after the close
of the war down to Wayne's
victory in 1794, his attitude
was at times quite equivocal. He
held the original papers and
treaties of the Senecas, which
he often carried about with him
in a pair of saddle-bags, to
silence disputes or to assert
the rights of his people. On one
occasion Red Jacket was boasting
of what he had said at certain
treaties, when Cornplanter
quietly added, "Yes, but we told
you what to say." He was a man
singularly upright in all
relations. Horatio Jones said, "
he was one of the best of men to
have on your side, and there you
would be sure to find him if he
thought yours the right side,
but it was deucedly unlucky if
he thought you wrong." He was
much older than Red Jacket and
looked, with pardonable
jealousy, upon that rising young
orator.
Henry O'Bale
Henry O 'Bale, Gas-so- wah-doh,
* was a son of Cornplanter and
was also born at Canawaugus. He
was generally addressed as Major
O'Bale. In person he was a
portly and fine looking, and his
manners were not without polish.
He was placed at school in New
Jersey by Benjamin Bouton, and
graduated at Dartmouth, college.
He was somewhat boastful of his
courage. In early times, while
at the Mansion house in Avon,
some question arose one day
between him and Doctor Ensworth.
O 'Bale was told that nothing
short of a duel would adjust the
matter. The ground was paced
off, and principals and seconds
took their places.
Word was given and O'Bale fired.
The Doctor reserved his charge
and walking close up to his
opponent fired point blank at
his heart. O'Bale, supposing
himself shot, fell into the arms
of his second, but recovered on
learning that the pistols had
been loaded with blank charges,
a fact of which the Doctor had
been duly apprised. While not
wanting in honesty, O'Bale's
business transactions were not
always marked by that scrupulous
promptitude so agreeable to
early merchants. Colonel Lyman
had trusted O'Bale for goods and
went down to Canawaugus to
remind him that the debt was
past due. "Oh, yes," said the
Major, "I will pay you at once.
Mr. Hosmer owes me. You know him
of course, and I '11 go to him
and get the money." He went, but
forgot to return, and, after two
or three similar attempts, the
debt was earned to loss account.
Of his advantages of parentage
and education the Major did not
fully avail himself. He was fond
of the Genesee country and was
one of the last of the natives
to quit this region.
Handsome Lake
Handsome Lake, Ga-nyu-da-i-yuh,
the Peace Prophet, was a
half-brother of Cornplanter, as
already stated.He stood high
with his people both as a
medicine-man and a spiritual
guide. Mr. Horsford was told of
a young Indian girl of Squakie
Hill, who was cured by him of a
dangerous illness. All remedies
failing, the friends dispatched
a runner to the Prophet, with
the clothes of the afflicted
squaw. He took them, laid a
handful of tobacco upon the
fire, and, as it burned, offered
an address to the Great Spirit.
After a moment's silence he
observed, looking at the
clothes, "This affliction is a
punishment to her for wickedly
drowning a nest of young robins,
and, a few hours later, for
repeating the offence. Two young
deer must be killed — a yearling
buick and yearling doe — the
whole of both must be boiled at
once and the entire village be
called to the feast, and then to
dance." Some days were spent in
finding the deer, when the
directions of the Prophet were
complied with, and the girl
recovered at once. In person the
Prophet was of medium size, of
goodly presence, and of modest
and quiet demeanor.
Little Beard
Little Beard, Si-gwa-ah-doh-gwih,
resided at the town to which he
gave his name. He was noted both
as a warrior and councilor, and
for great firmness and zeal,
and, though not an orator, was a
fluent talker. Physically, he
was a favorable specimen of the
Indian chieftain, rather below
the medium size, yet straight
and firm. In faith a pagan, he
always awarded respectful
attention to the views of
Christian teachers. Border
annals show how fierce his
nature was, yet, after the
Revolution, he proved friendly
to the pioneers and was esteemed
by them for his good faith. No
Indian was better informed, none
more sociable than he, and with
none could an hour be more
profitably spent. He conversed
with good sense on the events of
the colonial wars, and the
future of his nice, and though
it is a fact well established
that he not only consented to
the death of the scouts, Boyd
and Parker, and quite likely
suggested the exquisite tortures
to which these devoted soldiers
were subjected, yet, it must be
recollected, he was chief of the
village menaced by Sullivan's
army. Moreover, he took these
two men in the act of securing
information that would enable
the American General to march
directly to the destruction of
his peoples' homes, possibly to
put to death any of them who
chanced to fall into his hands,
facts which serve to mitigate,
perhaps, though by no means to
excuse this act of almost
unparalleled barbarity. In a
drunken quarrel at the old
Stimson tavern in Leicester, in
1806, Little Beard was thrown
from the outer door, and,
falling upon the steps, received
an injury from which, as he was
advanced in years, he shortly
died. The great eclipse, which
occurred soon after his death,
filled the Indians with
superstitious fears. The manner
of his taking off could not but
give him offence, the natives
thought, and they imagined he
was about to darken the sun", so
that their corn could not grow.
The hunters assembled and shot
arrows and bullets at the
obscured luminary, while others
screamed, shouted, and drummed,
until the brightness was fully
restored.