Interesting, to be sure, but I have to question the modern maps with fixed boundaries and all that kind of thing. Even amongst the "friendly" Indians, their ways were poorly understood (see letter), much less the borders of races that were extinct. At any rate, good luck with your project!
Text of the letter:
Fort Picolata 2nd July, 1821
My very Dear Friend
I have looked in vain for a long time for a way to send you news of myself and to ask you how you and yours are faring and how your unfortunate affairs are going.
Here I am, camped at [19?] mile from the mouth of the St. Johns with the cursed Negro fever that has broken my arms, legs and head, and it is with shaky hand that I address to you all my sincere wishes for your happiness and that of your respectable family.
I am going to try to gather all my strength to give account of my painful trip to the Minister of War, since you must have the obliging Kindness to speak for me. His excellency will not find it bad that I beg you to hand over my dispatch to him.
I have had the satisfaction to write to you from St. Mary in Georgia as to our perfect friend Mr. Pelters but I have not had that of receiving an answer. I made a trip to St. Augustine, I have sent there many times to get supplies and medicines for my fever that the "quinquina" [quinine] has fortunately weakened. I have sent to ask if there were any packages addressed to me. I have not yet received anything. I have only learned that the Governor General has sent a Colonel to take possession of St. Augustine and that a few minor difficulties were raised, relative to the artillery.
I have written to Governor Jackson before my departure for upper St. Johns (3 May) and I am going to give account of my observations about the country--my letter to the Minister of War will be an extract or copy.
I have suffered much. I have had some silverware stolen,--I have been threatened with a shotgun and I saw the moment when I had to fight in earnest.
The shores of this beautiful bay (for the St. Johns is not a river) are very badly inhabited. Fugitives, deserters, smugglers govern themselves, lazy, vagabonds, that is what makes almost the entire population of both shores. The Indians are less kind, less intelligent and much more beggars than everywhere else. They are in great numbers; the tribes do not live in good harmony among themselves and they do not like the Americans.
I have had a little "loghouse" built to be close to the Indian population; I have spoken so far with only three chiefs. I have sent for the others; I have waited for them and I have been waiting here for more than fifteen days.
I know of no news of Europe anymore. It is said that the Neapolitans have behaved themselves very badly. It seems to me that the newspapers must be very strange, but St. Augustine does not yet have any communication with the rest of the World.
How will I go about receiving my fees? Where and to Whom will I be able to address my accounts,--I am going to find myself at a loss . . . for my trip to the Great lake with three men and a little "sloop" was terribly expensive to me (more than [200?] dollars)--but I have done great service for many tribes of Seminoles who were going to sell their slaves and their "domesticated animals" for nothing or almost nothing . . . Some speculators got the so-called Indians to present a petition to the President of the United States. I do not know the content of that petition, but I know that the one who drafted it did buy 57 Negroes from the Indians and that he knew that I was going to them to say that the American government wanted to treat them with kindness and assure their properties.
The Indians of the "Florides" have some customs quite barbarous, or quite ridiculous,--the history of their morals and practices will be very curious. Of all the interpreters I have been forced to call upon, the best is a Spanish woman who was scalped by the Indians. She has spent a great part of her life among them and has observed as an intelligent woman. I have not yet met a white person who knows how to speak Indian. They are at present doing their purification (our Catholic Easter).
14 July
With remedies I have chased the fever but it has left me in a state of extreme weakness. I drag the pen which weighs as a log,--this keeps me from transcribing the letter and the memo that I was begging you to hand over to the Minister of War. He will forgive the delay, and you will receive my package at the first opportunity. Please be so kind to bring me to the memory of Monsieur the President and to present him my profound respect. I will offer it soon in person to Monsieur the Minister.
Sincere regards to our very good friend Mr. John Pelters, to friend Mitchel and respects to the kind and interesting family of the good guardian angel whom I will love all my life and with all my heart.
J.A. Penières
P.S. My package with another letter will follow closely upon this long scribble.