Atlanta Constitution
November 7, 1897
BILL ARP’S LETTER
It seems to me that I am
haunted by Indians. The other night as I came from Macon to
Atlanta my friend, Judge Hall, introduced me to Dr. Peterson, of St.
Louis, a very learned and cultured gentleman who was connected with the
ethnological department of the government and was engaged in examining
Indian mounds and in writing up the history of the Indian tribes,
especially of the five tribes known as civilized. Viz. The Cherokees,
Creeks, Chickasaws, Choctaws and Seminoles. As these were our
Indians, I became much interested in this discourse, for he had been
careful and diligent in his research, and what he knew, he knew
well. We talked about DeSoto and how, with a handful of brave
soldiers, he overran this country and took captive as many Indian girls
as his men wanted.
“Why did not these Indians
overwhelm DeSoto and his handful of followers and extinguish them?” I
asked. “Because," said the doctor, “they were paralyzed with fear of
this new and aggressive race of people just as the Peruvians were
paralyzed by Pizarro, who overran and conquered Peru with less than a
hundred men.”
The doctor had been to
eastern North Carolina investigating the tribe of 4,000 Croatans over
there. They were originally called Hatteras Indians but about three
hundred years ago Sir Walter Raleigh planted a colony of English and
Portuguese on Roanoke Island and put them in charge of Governor John
White, a very practical and accomplished gentleman. A few days after
landing, Governor White’s daughter Eleanor, who had married a Mr. Dare.
Gave birth to a child and she was named Virginia and so Virginia Dare
was the first English child born on American soil. Let the boys
and girls remember that. But no man knows anything more about
her.
Governor White and Sir Walter went back to England for supplies and
farming tools for the colony and on their return trip got into a fight
with some Spanish cruisers and lost their cargo and many of their men
and had to go back to England, and it was several years before they
made another venture and when they arrived at the island the colony was
nowhere to be found and little Virginia has never been heard of.
The colony left some marks on a tree pointing to an Indian town called
Croatan, but the town was deserted.
The doctor’s investigations have satisfied him that the colony did not
perish nor were they killed but that the men wanted wives and went into
the interior and co-habited with the Croatans- for it was found a
hundred years after that, these Indians were of mixed colors and many
of them spoke broken or mixed English and Portuguese, although they had
no intercourse with white people until the colony came nor for a
hundred years after. He believes that Virginia Dare probably grew
up with those Indians and her descendants are now of mixed blood.
It seems that
these Croatans were never Americanized until the last civil war when
many of them came to the front with their guns and said they wanted to
fight some. They were accepted and enrolled and did fight for the
confederacy. During the war there was an election held in a
county where some of them lived. And they were persuaded by an
ambitious candidate to go to the polls and vote for him. Their
votes were challenged by the other fellow upon the ground they had some
Negro blood in their veins. They were very indignant and said,
“When you want us to fight for you, we are same as white folks, when we
want to vote, you say we are negurs.” And so a committee of four
doctors was appointed to examine them and say what they were. The
committee took them out to a sandy place in the road and had them take
off their shoes and make tracks barefooted. Five of them made
very fair Anglo-Saxon tracks and were accepted, but of the other two
the report was that the hollow of their feet made holes in the ground
and they were rejected. There are some of these Croatoans on
Newman’s ridge, in Tennessee.
I remember that, some years ago, a party of us were riding in the
Negro car on the state road, and when we reached Kingston a colored
convention of preachers got aboard and claimed the car. Sanford
Bell ordered us out, and we retired, of course, but one man did not
move. He was a dark, cadaverous individual with black eyes and
black hair. “What are you” said Sanford, “are you a white man or
a Negro: He smile and said; ‘Mine fader a Portugee, mine
mudder a negur.” Sanford looked perplexed and turning to one of
the colored preachers, said “What must I do with him?” And he said “Let
him alone I reckon.” I learned afterwards that he was a Croatoan.
[This ends the part of the article dealing with Croatan and Newman's
Ridge.]
A
QUEER NORTH CAROLINA RACE
Are
These Descendants of Members of the Lost Colony of Roanoke?
NEW
YORK SUN
November
15, 1894
There live in the swamps of
Robeson County, North Carolina, a strange race of people. Their
manners, customs and personal appearance are unlike those of any other
race on the American continent. They live within themselves, and
their intercourse with their neighbors, both white and colored, is
limited to the extent which necessity demands. Among the citizens
of the county they are called Portuguese and mulattoes. They are
neither. Recent investigations by antiquarians who have closely
studied their characteristics, in cline to the opinion that they are
the descendants of the Croatan Indians and the lost colony of Roanoke
Island.
It is an historical fact that
on the arrival of the relief expedition fitted out by Sir Walter
Raleigh and Sir Richard Grenville the colony planted on Roanoke Island
a few months before had totally disappeared. Years afterward, when the
country had become sparsely settled by the English, and when the
Tuscorora Indians were the dominant tribe, it was a tradition among
them that in the interior there were white men who wee members of a
smaller tribe of Indians, and that these men possessed many of the
gifts of the English. It is generally thought that when the
English vessels sailed to England for supplies for the infant colony
those left on Roanoke Island were too weak to defend themselves against
the Croatan Indians, their nearest neighbors, and that in an incursion
the men were killed and the women and children carried away into
captivity.
Whatever may be the
supposition, the fact, nevertheless, remains, that in this remote
county of the Old North State, thee exists today a strange and peculiar
people. Their associations have, in the main, been with those
who, previous to the war, were known in the Southern States as free
negroes. They inter-married with these free negroes and the
majority of them are more or less tinctured with African blood.
this admixture, however, does not change their characteristics.
There are among them certain families who have held aloof from
such alliances, and these occupy a position of superiority. while
they are not, in the strictest sense, tribal in their government, they
bow in implicit obedience to their rulers who are always members of the
pure blooded families. These pure bloods in personal appearance
resemble the Portuguese, but in every other characteristic they are
more like the Indian. They are brave, generous, natural hunters,
fine shots and very truthful. The swamps abound in game, such as
bear, deer, ducks, turkeys and smaller animals and birds. They
never forget an injury and treasure up their feelings of vengeance till
they find a way to gratify it. They live in houses of peculiar
architectural design resembling the "dug out" of the primitive Western
settler.
A few years ago these people
became a source of terror to their white neighbors. One of their
principle men, Henry Berry Lowrey, organized a band of them and wrought
as much crime in Robeson and the adjoining counties ad did the James
gang in its more extensive field of operations. This man, on
account of a real or fancied wrong, waylaid and murdered a wealthy and
influential white man, a Mr. Townsend. The horrors of an Indian
war, except the scalping of the victims, followed. Women and
children were killed as well as able bodied men. No race was
exempt. It was a war of extermination. Houses were burned,
stock destroyed, and the country laid waste. After committing
depredations, the band would return to the swamps, which are almost as
impenetrable as the jungles of India. they are covered with dense
underbrush, and only those familiar with their recesses are able to
find the hidden paths that lead into their depths. Lowery
possessed considerable intellect, and, being familiar with every inch
of the ground, showed himself an adept in the warfare. His second
in command, Stephen Lowery, his uncle, was a capable lieutenant, and
was often sent on a marauding expedition with a part of the command,
while the chief would strike at a distant Point.
This was continued for
several years, and became so disastrous to that portion of the state
that the Legislature passed an act granting amnesty to all the
desperadoes except Henry Berry and Stephen Lowery, for whose capture of
death a reward of $10,000 was offered. This action of the State
had desired effect and the war came to an end. What became of the
leaders is not known. they were never captured and no one ever claimed
the reward for killing them. they disappeared, and their followers
resumed the even tenor of their way.
These people are legal
citizens of the United States, but seldom avail themselves of their
privileges. They take no interest in either local or national
affairs. They have fought against all efforts for their
improvement, and live today the same lives their ancestors did.
ODD THINGS ABOUT
INDIANS
Atlanta Constitution
July 21, 1901
Excerpt;
North Carolina's Croatans, who claim to be descendants pf Raleigh's
lost colony are not the only peculiar people among the red inhabitants
of theseUnited States. The claim is not new it has been more or less
exploited these thirty years, along with that of the still more curious
Melungeons of East Tennessee. Their name, said to come from the
French melange, a mixture, must be pre-eminently fit, since they show
racial characteristics of the Cherokees, the negroes, the Portugese,
and the plain, ordinary poor whites.
Their language is
as mixed as their blood, and their civilization is in somewhat the same
condition.
Over against them set their
neighbors, the Eastern Cherokees, who live in Qualla boundary in
western North Carolina, and are so up-to-date they have formed
themselves into a regular corporation, so as to share in the government
benefits which were in danger ot monopoly by the, rich and out-reaching
western Cherokee nation.