My Life as a Cherokee Indian
...cessful. The next day, I am spearing fish off the shore. As I look up, I see a boat. It is big. The boat is carrying many men. I quickly run to the village and tell them about the boat and the men. I run to my teepee and get my bow and plenty of arrows. We wait beneath the forest for the white men to get off the boat. We heard they are not good people. They will torture indians if they catch them, so we decide to fight for our freedom. I am ready. Their boat stops about a hundred yards from the shore. The men are lowered into small boats in the water. The first boat is unloading onto the shore. The second boat is nearing the shore line. Just then, the chief hoots like an owl. That is our signal to attack. The white men are trying to run, but we catch them. All of the white men lay dead. There are still at least twenty men aboard the boat. We now have many men dead because of anger. The others take care of the men on the boat. We take all the supplies that we can use off the boat, and then we sink it. After it was all over, the tribe had a pow-wow. As I sat ...