Indian Removal Diary

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It is the first day of the Indian Removal Act issued by president Andrew Jackson. It was a calm yet brisk day on the trail, but none the less the mood has not changed. Food was scarce, mostly for the Indians though. The only thing you could hear was the sound of Indian feet shuffling across the ground with sometimes a very faint weep of a child. I was at the front of the group so I didn’t hear most of the crying. “RODGERS!”, I turned around, it was the general Thompson. “YES!?” I yelled back. “COME AND TAKE THE BACK OF THE LINE!” “YES SIR!”, I told him. As I moved to the back of the line I saw Indian people tripping and stuttering on the trail. Then something caught my eye like a flash of color. I looked over and saw a young Indian boy …show more content…

I asked him, “Are you okay?” No response. I nudged him forward to keep going but, he didn’t move. He just stared at me like a scared and caged animal. At last I finally just got on my horse and trotted away back to the line. And sure enough, ten minutes later the boy was right next to me again, staring at me with that hollow stare. Then he said in his native tongue, “Dogwado Onacona”. He said his name was Onacona. I knew a little bit of Indian language so I knew he was from the Cherokee Tribe. Then he kept talking to me. Some words I understood and others I didn’t. There was one thing he said though that caught my attention. He said he couldn’t find his parents and gave a lifeless stare at the ground. He asked me if I could help him find his parents. Onacona pulled out a picture of his parents from his leather bag. Onacona wanted me to help him find his parents. As soon as he pulled out the picture, I heard General Thompson shout, “If that Indian giving you trouble, Smack him back in …show more content…

The rest of the day I scanned the crowd of Indians as I switched position with other soldiers. When the cool blanket of night covered the sky, I had first watch. There wasn’t really a need for other soldiers to keep watch because all of the Indians by now were to frail and broken to run away. But I guess there was always a chance of a wolf or other kind other predator taking away a baby or dog or something. I kept watch most of the night until finally, someone came and relieved me from my duty. That night I had a strange dream, I was at home with my wife and we were cooking dinner together, then as I walked over to grab a plate from out of the pantry when I looked out the window and saw Onacona staring at me. It gave me chill and sure enough when I jolted up from dream, Onacona was staring at me with his hollow stare. I screamed a little bit but no one cared. I guess everyone was use to screaming of people by now. This went on for two days now. I would have a weird dream then wake up to Onacona. But I still looked for his parents. And when I was looking for his parents I reflected on why I was so quick to choose this job. Why I thought it would have been a good idea to leave my wife and try to help the Indians was beyond me because clearly we weren’t helping them enough. People would die every day on the trail, and even more will die at the reservation. But that night when everyone was setting up camp I

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