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                                               Written by Doug Powell

                                    Student of university of Phoenix On-line.

                                         Journal entry dated Sept, 17th 1831

I awoke this morning although it is still late summer it is almost early fall here in South Carolina for it is raining.

My name is Jacob named for Israel out of the bible. My father named me so because it is our heritage to try to be more like the white man.

I was born in 1821 and even at that time we were assimilated into the white man’s culture. I do not like these men they promise us the moon, but deliver a trinket. I have lived here near the Tugaloo River all my life and remember my father teaching me how to catch fish from it. I remember also taking part in our hunting ceremonies’. We would dance and sing until exhausted, then go after some game, mostly deer, rabbits, and squirrels. We had white man muskets and black powder, so no need for arrows. We are perfectly assimilated into white man’s culture.

We have been this way since the white man first came into our territory; although in some cases we fought with the British in the French and Indian wars, and some times sided with the French.

For the most part we were civilized and could speak English as good as most whites. In some cases, we could read and write better than most whites (ha ha).