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The indications were that the triangle had been covered, but no evidence of the material used has survived the rush of the sweeping years that have come and gone since it first began to decay.
The walls were covered with a greenish gray moss which must have been the growth of ages. Seemingly one layer, or the growth of a long series of years, had died, and another had grown upon that, and another and another, until the whole bed was, in some places, from six to eight inches deep. A few badly dwarfed oak and chestnut bushes were growing in the moss, and their roots had forced themselves between the stones.
All present were of a cheerful disposition, but now as they realized that Umausauga's declaration, "It burns ! It burns," was really true; that a dry piece of timber thrown into the boiling mud was instantly burned into ashes; that a heavy rain which had just fallen evaporated as fast as it fell; and that the only effect was to increase the volume of smoke, the entire party be- came silent and thoughtful. Even Helen Draper failed to shout, "Hurrah for success," and settled down to serious meditation. When at last aroused she turned to Mrs. Shore and said, "My dear Ruth, I am about ready to believe that we have fallen into the hands of Aladdin and his lamp and that we have been trans- ported to the shores of the Dead Sea. Have you seen any apples of Sodom growing about here?" "No, child, no," answered Ruth, with a faint smile, "but talking about apples makes me hungry. What do you all say ?"
It was nearly noon, and having brought an ample supply of. provisions with them, all joined in a hearty dinner at some dis- tance from the lake. "What is that ?" asked Ruth as she munched a piece of broiled fish and sniffed the air. "The old wog is getting his breath," replied Josiah Strong, "as he always does
*Quite a number of the stones are still in the yard; but many have been carried away by curio seekers. Dr. W. H. Reynolds occupies the old home at present, 1914 .- Ed.
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just at noon. Father Umausauga warned me of this, but I had forgotton to mention it."
A brisk breeze had set in from the southwest, the leaves flutter- ed, the tree-tops waved back and forth, the column of smoke dis- solved, and in whirling eddies went chasing each other over the ground and through the air, and the stench from the lake became almost intolerable. The breeze continued for a short time only, just long enough, the Indians believed, for the monster that in- habited it to get a good breath. It was afterwards found that this strange phenomenon occurred at time of full moon only. When the wind had subsided Umausauga, by request, gave the follow- ing account of Nodoroc, repeating a few things that he had for- merly mentioned to Mr. Strong :
"To the mind of the Creek Indian Nodoroc means about the same as hell does to the white man, and Wog corresponds to devil, or Satan. For the meaning and application of these names I am indebted to my darling Banna, and I have full faith in all that she says. I was myself once so much afraid of the wog- devil that I sold the land on which he mostly traveled, and only a few of my race will live on it. The Creeks believe that all bad spirits are sent here and when their bodies die and sometimes they die here and the wog smooths over the hole they make when entering the mud by sweeping his ugly tail from side to tide.
"When one of you told Talitchlechee that you kept men in a hole and took them out as you needed them, he doubtless thought that Nodoroc was meant; and I am of the opinion that that thought of the old chief had as much to do in calming down his fiery spirit as the mortal dread that he and all his warriors have of your keen cracking rifles.
"A long time ago the place was hotter than it is now. Even when I was a boy you could sometimes see solid sheets of flame shooting over the surface like lightning in a southern storm- cloud; and the boiling mud would pop and crack like a burning canebrake. All this made people, and its present condition still makes some people believe, that the wog was mad because enough bad spirits were not sent to him. This belief caused innocent victims to be thrown into the horrid place to satisfy revengeful
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and overbearing natures and to keep the wog from visiting them at night.
"But all the victims that have suffered here were not innocent. Many years ago a woman who lived at Jasacathor killed and ate one of her own children. A hunting party made the discovery and reported the matter to Urocasca, the Head Man at the time. Finding the report to be true he ordered her to be thrown head foremost into the hottest part of Nodoroc. The old wog was said to turn over when she struck the mud, and sweeping his tail back and forth over the hole she made, the wretch, though often heard, was never seen again.
"Many dark nights she has run over these hills squalling and screaming like a demon while a troop of children followed close behind her shouting and clapping their hands as if greatly en- joying her misery. Her name was Fenceruga, and since that time it has only been used to scare children.
"All prisoners taken in war and those who are condemned to death for crime are thrown into Nodoroc by men called Honoras. At the battle of Radoata the Ceeks captured nine prisoners. They were brought here and thrown into the boiling mud. It was a difficult matter to find a man who was willing to be an Honora, and though not one myself, I saw the prisoners thrown in just where there was a blue blaze of fire playing around them. They did not seem to care for anything until the flames touched them. Then all gave the Cherokee scream of lament. Owocowah! Owocowah! I did not care for it then, but O it seems so terrible, terrible now.
"I never had a wife though once I dearly loved a beautiful girl, and I love her memory still. She was as dear to me as life itself. Yes! Yes! she was much dearer than my life. Her name was Nere Nara. She lived at Snodon where Modin now lives. She was Nyrulyn's sister; with soft and lovely eyes like those of the red deer. Like the full round moon in all its glory, her face with dimpled chin was no akin to earth and seemed to rise and set with the morning and the evening stars. Glad and musical was her laugh as the water ripples over the rocks at Talasee, and her cheeks were as lovely as dewdrops in the morning sunshine.
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As Nyrulyn's hair is long and glossy so was Nere Nara's, though a little, just a little, wavy-not so much so as Banna's is now. She was as fleet on foot as Mera, and as bright as Mera, too. But Nere Nara is gone, now-gone to live beyond the stars in the Happy Hunting Grounds of her fathers-gone to the white man's Heaven where, Ouska ! Chouska ! Loak (Glory to God !) I will meet her again sometime-meet my lost Nere Nara beyond the stars ! Ouska ! Chouska ! Loak !
"I was to carry my lost loved one to Adabor, the wigwam on the hill, at time of the next round moon, but Watleskew, a Choctaw warrior came to Snodon and fell in love with Sunrise -Nere Nara means Sunrise. He talked love to her for a long time. She would not talk love to him. That made him mad. He buried his tomahawk in her head. She died on the very spot where Banna gave herself away to Mr. Strong. Her murderer fled towards the north. I had the wings of a bird to run, and the eye of an eagle to follow her tracks. I ran in front, Etohau- tee and Notha Neva, her brother whom you know, kept my tracks hot with their own feet. We came up with him at Thomocoggin, [Jefferson]. Three tomahawks were instantly buried in his car- rion body, two in his head and one in his heart, which I, with my own hand, tore from his breast and gave to a hungry wolf that was prowling around the place. We brought the carrion body here. We ought to have brought him alive; but the cries of vengeance called for haste and they were met with haste. With Modin to help us we threw the carrion far into the boiling, smoking lake just where dull, bluish flames were reaching out, as if for other victims, like lightning in the angry storm cloud. I gloried in the deed then. I feel differently about it now. That was the only dead body ever thrown into Nodoroc. Other crim- inals that died away from here, if buried at all, lie on the sur- rounding hill. Look, you can see many graves. It is the Home of Accursed.
"We buried Nere Nara just where she died. There my heart is buried with her. There, too, I want my body to be buried at her side. Will any of my white friends who may live longer than I do promise to bury me there?"
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The speaker paused and looked upon those around him im- ploringly. Instantly all present pledged themselves to comply with his request, and to procure the assistance of every white man and woman in the country if necessary. A faint smile play- ed over his features, he chased the thickly falling tears from his eyes and buried his face in the palms of his ponderous hands. As on former occasions, Banna went and sat at his side. She tenderly chased his massive brow with her hands, and leaning her head upon his shoulder, wept like a stricken child.
By and by he looked up and said: "Excuse me! This is not my weakness, but my strength-my strength to bear all things for Nere Nara. When she came into my life the sunshine turned into gold, the moonbeams into silver, and the stars into pearls of the ocean, the great blue ocean above, where God unfurls his ban- ner and bids us march on to victory beneath it, Ouska! Chouska ! Loah !
"But," continued the Indian after a long pause, "when Sun- rise was taken away all the glories of earth turned black as the smoke of Nodoroc. I could not see the blooming flowers, hear the singing birds or laughing water. As I thought on these things my blood began to boil as boil the central fires of the white man's hell and of the red man's together. I swore vengeance against the whole Choctaw tribe. I organized a war party of more than two hundred followers. When almost ready to start on my mission of vengeance the wog began to appear occasionally.
"Some of you have seen him with his thrashing tail, his great red eyes, his grinning lips and forked tongue. At first he scared some of the natives to death, and it was reported all over the country that he snatched dead bodies out of their graves and ate them. This made me uneasy about the precious body of my lost Sunrise who had so suddenly and unexpectedly set in gloom to rise no more. To protect her from the abominable creature I built the great rock pillar which you all well know as Nere Nara over her grave at Snodon.
"Its foundation is deep in the ground to prevent the beast from scratching under, and its top is high so as to enable men who watched the grave to protect themselves. Every night for many
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moons I sat on top of that dreary pile of rocks to watch for the coming of the monster. But it was a work of love, and therefore pleasant. Some of my friends were always on watch with me, and one of us was always wide-awake. One time only the dreadful thing came in sight; but after scaring Hoochleohoopah, who lived where Modin now lives, away from the country, passed on without doing any other mischief.
"By and by, when the lovely form of Nere Nara had returned to what Banna calls her mother earth, the watch was discon- tinued ; but though the place is black and dreary, I still continue to go there frequently. Sometimes Banna went with me, and sometimes she went alone. It was on one of these lonely visits that she found the lock of hair that grew on Mr. Strong's head.
"Vengeance against the Choctaws still ran swiftly in every drop of my blood; but another bright light, almost too bright for earth, came bounding into my life. I found a little daughter on the battlefield of Arharra. I carried her home and nursed her with my own hands. All too soon she grew to be a lovely woman -more lovely to me than the rising sun-more brilliant to me than the evening star, and has, in turn, nursed me with her own hands. The Great Spirit has placed her in a happy home. There the glorious light of the white man's heaven fell upon her, and there the blood of a crucified Redeemer made her who was always white, still whiter than snow. I once believed all these things about Nodoroc. I do not believe them now. Banna talked [prayed] to the true God for me. Vengeance is all gone now. I leave that to the God she serves-to her God and to my God. Ouska! Chouska! Loah! Soul answers soul that Banna Mar de Vedo Strong is right, and God is true. Umausauga is done !"
The foregoing is a free translation of Umausauga's narrative.
No speaker ever had a mort attentive audience, nor was any ever more sincere in his final conclusions. Having finished his narrative he slowly walked far up the hill, and facing to the east, reclined upon the ground. Lighting his favorite corn-cob pipe he began to smoke and apparently fell into a deep meditation. His companions were walking about in various directions thinking of the horrid scenes connected with the place. Perhaps the fate
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of Fenceruga and Wetleskaw was most vivid in their minds; but if such instances were only a small part of what one man knew of Nodoroc, what would be the sum total of all the horrors witnessed at that dreadful place ?
While the scattered company was silently thinking over the strange customs of savage life and trying to compare it with the light of a Gospel day. Umausauga arose to his feet quickly, and placing his hand over his mouth to denote silence, hastily joined his companions near the triangle.
"Silence ! silence !" he said as he seated himself near Mr. and Mrs. Strong. "There is no danger if you don't interfere, and keep a still tongue."
As a matter of habit more than otherwise, every rifle in the company "clicked" at the word danger, and Mr. Strong asked anxiously : "What have you discovered, father?" "The Honoras are coming," was the answer, as the Indian pointed across the lake to the south and continued: "They have gotten some poor wretch for the old wog. I saw them stop and tie his hands to- gether. There are six Honoras, and I judge from fifteen to twenty warriors. It is not likely that the latter will come any nearer if-"
While the Indian was speaking six large men, dressed in skins and decorated with feathers came in view from the direction in- dicated. They were leading a medium-sized man whose steps were bold and firm, and looking straight before him, seemed to advance without a tremor. Arriving at the bank the Honoras took hold of him, three on each side, and swinging him back and forth several times, threw him head foremost into the hot cal- dron of slimy mud. The body quickly disappeared below the sur- face, but nothing was seen of the wog or of its trowel-like tail by the silent and almost breathless spectators.
With a slow and measured tread, in single file and stooping posture, the Honoras joined their comrades in the distance, and going south, soon disappeared.
Rendered almost speechless by the dreadful sight just wit- nessed, the little party was standing in wonder over "man's inhumanity to man" when the silence was broken by the whiz-
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zing of a shower of arrows through the tree tops over their heads, and some that struck solid timber fell to the ground near their feet.
"What's that?" asked several at the same time. "I never heard of such a thing before," answered the Indian. "But as they know," he continued thoughtfully, "that white people are here, they shot the arrows to notify you that if you follow them they will shoot again."
"Shoot again indeed !" hissed Abe Trent, through his grind- ing teeth. "If Josiah and Leon will go with me, we'll quickly show 'em who has the next shot."
The next moment Abe was on his horse and ready for a furious pursuit; but better counsel prevailed; and though thoroughly mad, Abe complied with the wishes of his friends, a common thing for him to do. Helen Draper had not said a word, but was on her horse almost as soon as Abe himself, and with one hand raised to give the necessary signal to send him off at full speed wherever she directed, for by this time Scat was about as well trained as Alborak and Iro.
Having sent out scouts and satisfied themselves that the In- dians were gone, Umausauga told the party that he had another message to deliver, and then they would all return home. Every one was at close attention with the first word he spoke.
"Friends, children," he began, "of course I do not know of all the horrors that have been witnessed here. Even those of which I do know something, I have told you a few only. There is one more to which I wish to direct your attention because it re- lates to Banna, and I have never even told her of it. She was too young to understand it at the time, and I have thought it best not to tell her until now. Though a half Upper Creek, I am not a native of this part of the country. I was born and grew to manhood at Wetumpka [Columbus, Ga.], on the Chattahoochee river. My father, Okokobee, was a ruling chief over the Ufallayak division of the Creek race. My mother, Elota, was a Muscogee woman whose father was also a ruling chief. I am their oldest son, and my sister, Eltomura, is next. When I was about grown my father died. Through the influence of the Muscogees, Nena-
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themelahola was put in my father's place which he filled only a short time. Though entitled to the succession I did not want it, mainly because such a course would have involved my mother's safety. So to shorten the matter I and a young brother, Etohau- tee, whom you know, came to Snodon where he still lives; but after the passing of several moons I went to Adabor to prepare a home for my lovely Nere Nara.
"Now it is a law of the Creek Nation that when the oldest son of a chief fails to fill the vacancy occasioned by his father's death, that his oldest child shall fill the place, or be put to death, and thus stop the line of inheritance in an unfaithful family.
"Time passed on and by some means unknown to me, Nena- themelahola heard that I had a little daughter, and that my friends intended to put her in his place with the title of queen, and make me a Head Man to lead their warriors in battle and perform such other duties as warriors only are expected to do. This made the chief uneasy, and to get the child out of his way he sent emissaries here to murder her.
"While their plans were being matured Etohautee happened to be in that country, and learning of them, he with nine chosen friends, hastened to give me warning. Again my blood was boil- ing hot. Just think of it! Murder Banna! Murder my princess whom you all call 'THE BEAUTIFUL!'-whom I call 'THE GOOD!' Dear child! to what danger has she not been exposed?
"Left a little child on the dreary battlefield to perish with hunger and be devoured by wild beasts, left where dead men, growling bears, screaming panthers and howling wolves were her only companions! Next threatened with death if she, a mere child, should not be made a queen, and with death to prevent her from being one. And next, doomed to be carried as a slave to the dismal death-swamps of the south because she refused to be- come a servant of a villain here. Yes, darling Banna, my tongue can not express the danger to which you have been exposed; but thank God, O thou Great Everywhere, that you are now in the hands of friends who are strong enough and willing enough to protect you from all such dangers.
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"Etohautee and our nine friends, together with others who live here remained near me and the little girl until all danger was over. We were careful to keep her well concealed and strong- ly guarded. We ranged the country over both night and day un- til one evening about dark four men were seen stealing through the woods near Calamit, while the little girl, then about five years old, was sleeping in the opening beneath the arch of Nere Nara with three men on each side and one sentinel lying flat on top of the pillar. Peacefully, soundly, the child slept there that night; but she dreamed not of the time when she gave herself away at that very place with a promise to become the wife of a stranger of whom she had never heard. This increased our vigilance if pos- sible, for we had learned that all four of the men were very sharp and well calculated to carry on the murderous business in which they were engaged. One of them whom we supposed to be the leader, had the same rare faculty that Etohautee has of going to and from a place while you are watching it without being seen.
"They do this by sliding on the ground just like a snake, and to discover one you must watch for a snake. This is not only a rare faculty, but to him who uses it, is the most advantageous ac- quirement known to the Indian race. Where one or more is known at all, he is called 'a sythyr' or crawler. Etohautee and his son, Tata, are the only sythrys in this part of the country, though all of them are very careful to keep this gift a profound secret, which enables them to be still more useful to themselves and their friends. You may now understand how Tata and his father can appear before you at night as if they had come out of the ground at your feet, and be thankful that they are your friends. Perhaps I should not have told you of these sythyrs; but I have done so as a friend, and you will not give me away.
"It is something of a wonder that the crawler leader did not give us more trouble, and doubtless would have done so if we had not had a crawler ourselves.
"One dark, moonless night when I and most of my men were at or near Adabor it so happened that the sythyrs of both parties passed near each other. Fortunately the stranger did not discover
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my brother who, after waiting a little, turned and followed him to the large rock a few steps above the shoals. There he was soon joined by three others, and there, after a hard struggle to take them alive, all four were captured and securely bound. They proved to be the men who were sent to murder my darling little Banna. That was enough! Just at sunrise on the following morning the four men were hurled, full length, into the boiling mud of Nodoroc."
The speaker paused for breath to give more force to the ve- hement words that began to snap from his quivering lips. Point- ing his long, bony finger towards the smoke he continued fiercely :
"See! See! Yonder, where the blue blazes are chasing each oth- er for a moment, then instantly disappear and come again and again in quick succession, is where we threw them. And Umau-
sauga was avenged in part. Nenathemelahola was my mother's brother-a full Muscogee. Hence the influence of that tribe to place him in authority ; but it did not do him much good. A few moons after his four emissaries disappeared, he also failed to re- port, and Banna was beyond his reach. In a council of head men called for the purpose, I transferred all my claims of Eltomura. I am to act as her head man in time of war. Since Banna is now in other hands than mine, I hold myself in readiness to fly to her assistance when necessary. Again Umausauga is done."
The day was now far spent, and two and two in solemn proces- sion, the party hastened to Talasee. Pages of unwritten history had been read that day, and the illustrations were so vivid that every feature was deeply engraven on the minds of all. A ghostly night followed and through its darkness restless sleep and fitful dreams alternate while now and then flickering blazes of fire played hide and seek over the walls.
Note: For the benefit of the young reader, the Editor wishes to direct the attention to the great change in old Umausauga in the few years that he has been associated with the white people. When they found him on the banks of the river at Talasee, he firmly believed that Nodoroc was really hell; and that the "Wog" was the Evil One. But now he sees it in a different light. He is getting away from superstition and waking to the marvelous light of the Son of God. "Ouska! Chouska! Loah!"
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As the foregoing description of the Red Man's place of torment is the only leading feature of this narrative whose history can be continued, we venture to leave early life long enough to give an outline account of the curious place up to the present time.
That Nodoroc was a mud volcano like those which still exist in various parts of the world, particularly in British Burma, there is no doubt in the minds of those who are familiar with its history of little more than one hundred years ago, and with the history of similar volcanoes which still contain boiling mud from which issue fumes of fire and black smoke.
The writer knows nothing of the legends connected with the place. He gives them as they were given to him.
Even to this day Nodoroc is a curiosity. It is situated three and one-half miles east of Winder on the plantation of John L. Harris, a substantial citizen of that progressive city. We have heard something of its history for nearly two generations before the country was first settled by the whites; have seen its condi- tion when visited by highly intelligent parties in 1794, and will now give a brief outline of its history from the visit of Umausauga and his party to the present day.
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