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From Newfoundland to Connecticutt, the Native demand for guns came fast on the heels of epidemics. Guns inspired a fear in Native rivals and colonists that made up for sheer losses of people. A few fowling-pieces and rusty muskets could keep a decimated tribe a force to be reckoned with as would-be permanent planters moved in. Until now, American wealth born of gun-trade had poured into England, and greed made its high colonial councils turn blind eyes to the "illogic." But there could be no "permanent colonies" (and so steady, increased profit) without stricter discipline of colonists. The "reform" of England according to the Protestant Bible would in turn reform Native America; by force as needed, and by encouraging Native desire for "harmless" commodities. Once Sir Ferdinando Gorges (above) made this clear to Parliament, England's Puritans lobbied to establish new colonial rules---as much as possible, their particular rules, as Christian evangelicals active already at "reforming" Old England and Ireland.
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The"bundle of new arrows lap'd in a rattlesnake skin" as conceived by artist and naturalist Michael F. McWade---a message badly misunderstood by Plimoth's Pilgrims with tragic result (below). The musket-balls and powder were not the response hoped for by New England's well-connected Native peoples.. |
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In 1923, 300 years after "The Weymouth Massacre," a bolt of lightning blasted the head off the huge statue of Myles Standish that watches, restored of course, over Plymouth coasts and foreign oil. An informed New England underground multiculture had to smile from that exile "the mainstream" creates by careful negligence. Some believe that a history-marketplace mired in formula will change; for in 2001, C-Span Network's American Writers Series registered over 78 million American households tuned in for readings of Plimoth histories. Are they ready for more than mouldering Manifest American Destiny? These texts and traditions hard-wire The United States---and are themselves the "revisionism" from which we try to recover liveable spiritual bearings. What a surprise: "even back then" lived brave people who knew first-hand that Puritan methods were impractical and unnecessary. Enjoy this tale of "Master Bubble," a man "approved of the Brethren both for his zeal and gifts to be The Master of the Ceremonies between the Natives and the Planters." |
(Bubble is a bore and fails as a preacher. He fails too as a translator---for he and "the Brethren" just aren't interested in "copious and difficult" Algonquian languages. Bubble is about to find out what a little knowledge is worth.) |
This worthy member Master Bubble, having a conceit in his head that he had hatched a new scheme for the purchase of beaver, beyond Imagination, packs up a sack full of odd implements. And, without any company but a couple of Indians for guides---and therefore you may, if you please, believe they are so dangerous as the Brethren of Plimoth give it out---he betakes him to his progress into the inland for beaver, with his carriage on his shoulders like Milo. His guides and he, in process of time, come to the place appointed, which was about Neepenett [today's Worcester area]; thereabouts being more beaver to be had than this Milo could carry. And, both his journeymen glad that he was "good man," his guides willing to pleasure him, there he and the Salvages stay. Night came on. But, before they were inclined to sleep, this good man Master Bubble had a fantasy creep into his head---by misunderstanding the Salvages' actions. He must needs be gone in all haste, yea and without his errand. He purposed to do it so cunningly that his flight should not be suspected: he leaves his shoes in the house with all his other implements, and flies. As he was on his way, he increased his fear, suggesting to himself that he was pursued by a company of Indians, and that their arrows were let fly as thick as hail at him. He puts off his breeches, and puts them on his head, for to save him from the shafts that flew after him so thick that no man could perceive them. And crying out, "Away, Satan! What have ye to do with me?" and thus running on his way without his breeches, he was pitifully scratched with the brush of the underwoods as he wandered up and down in unknown ways. The Salvages, in the meantime, put up all his implements in the sack he left behind, and brought them to Wessaguscus [Weymouth], where they thought to have found him. But understanding he was not returned, they were fearful what to do; and of what would be conceived by the English to have become of this mazed man; and were in consultation of the matter. One of the Salvages was of opinion that the English would suppose him to be murdered: fearful he was to come in sight. The other, better acquainted with the English having lived some time in England, was more confident. And he persuaded his fellow that the English would be satisfied with the relation of the truth, having had testimony of his fidelity. So, they boldly adventured what they had brought, and how the matter stood. The English, when the sack was opened, did take a note in writing of all the particulars in the sack; and heard what was related by the Salvages of the accidents. But when Master Bubble's shoes were shown, it was thought he would not have departed without his shoes. And therefore they did conceive that Master Bubble was murdered by some sinister practice of the Salvages', who unadvisedly had become guilty of a crime which they now sought to excuse. And the English straightly charged the Salvages to find him out again, and bring him dead or alive; else, their wives and children would be destroyed. The poor Salvages, being in a pitiful perplexity, caused their countrymen to seek out for this mazed man; who, being in short time found, was brought to Wessaguscus, where he made a discourse of his travels and of the perilous passages, whiAch did seem to be no less dangerous than those of that worthy Knight-Errant, Don Quixote; and how miraculously he had been preserved. And in conclusion he lamented the great loss of his goods, whereby he thought himself undone. The particular whereof being demanded, it appeared that the Salvages had not diminished any part of them: no, not so much as one bit of bread. Whereby Master Bubble was overjoyed, and the whole company made themselves merry at his discourse of all his perilous adventures. And by this you may observe whether the Salvage people are not full of humanity; or whether they are a dangerous people, as Master Bubble and the rest of his tribe would persuade you. |
A fantasist disregards the ways of a country not his, "misapplies" what he does see, and bolts in needless terror without his "errand," pants on head. Comical---except to Native people who nearly pay the price. Soon they will not be this lucky. |
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Get to know the real person who sent you that tale. He wants you as a potential American to know what Bubble won't. All it takes is "moderation, and discretion." For living and writing the like, Thomas Morton paid with his life and after-life. His career was the last flower of transatlantic ways: it made him America's first poet in English, its first criminal exile, and first of many demonized open minds. Why so much unique hatred for the man? 375 years of filiopiety deemed Morton so "immoral" that it was "a proof of loyalty to treat his memory with scorn" (DeCosta). "Proper" education sends less-amusing Bubbles around the world. |
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By the 1590s Thomas took up training in law at London's Inns of Court, where the milieu of men in search of careers included Thomas Lodge, John Donne (then erotically blending mistresses with America), young Shakespeare and Ben Jonson. The crackling atmosphere expanded his being. Students bantered mountains of law-books and literature in legal "moots" and on flimsy stages: you learned to write and speak persuasively, wherever you were going. As a group, "common lawyers' stood against new would-be powers of The Crown, such as The Star Chamber and enforcement of royal proclamation as statutory law. Their students absorbed the true relevance of learning and created vibrant, liberating 3-D entertainments full of "solemn foolery" that camouflaged much mockery of Power. "Pastoral Realism" was for Thomas, its feeling for nature and merciless humor. And he was there when the country Maypole and "Indians" shared the masquing-stage with "Proteus" in the greatest of shows for Elizabeth in 1594---Gesta Grayorum. |
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Without land of his own, Thomas took up horseback-lawyering between West Country circuit-courts and London. He was angered by the sufferings of displaced countrymen whose economic straits filled new tent-cities, "furnished" prisons and gallows, and pushed Devon men to the Bristol sea-trades. Merchants of these ports ran a "permissive frontier" (Canny), and kept shipping transatlantic guns into Puritan times. Gosnold (another Inns man) marked a year in New England by 1603. Gorges, governor of nearby Plymouth, was learning to seek out "landsmen" now to take his business into America. |
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The rising middle-class foreign investor brought Thomas to the connections. By his midforties he had one eye on an interest recorded, with his name, in a history of patent-affairs that also lists Gorges' and Plimoth's (Gardener 1660). After 1618, when Thomas' chances for a family life (by marriage to a widow) were ruined by her Puritan stepson, he turned to America. |
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This 1840s sketch (rpt. in Frost's Voyage) shows the hilltop site of Morton's plantation Ma-Re Mount by the sea in Quincy, Massachusetts---and below is how "Merrymount" looks today... |
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As Morton "rambled" into the country around his settlement, he visited the Neponset Massachusett people of Sachem Chikatawbak who lived not far up the shore at Moswetusett Hummock (left). They may well have taken him to sacred sites like Squa Rock (right) out on the tip of Squantum's land---where this "woman's profile" also called Weeping Rock reminded Morton of figures from Greek myth. Niobe and Scilla, to be precise---women weeping for their lost children. What was the connection to Native New England? Find out in the essay "Reading the Revels: The Riddle of May Day" through the link below! |
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Does this look familiar? How old are the bells ringing in your ears? Morton's ship Unity arrived in June 1624. Within three years his trade was outstripping Plimoth's. The infamous Revels at Ma-Re Mount ("Merrymount") in May 1627 that celebrated this prosperity came about for good reasons not Thomas Morton's alone. "I will go the surest way to work first, and see how others are answered in the like kind," he says. As Morton read up on New England, listened to merchants and fishermen and explored with his favorite dogs, he discovered not an empty promised land for "New Israel," but a well-inhabited "Canaan." |
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We recognize every element of this multicultural event. Its success is the transatlantic before Puritan "reform." Consider what's before us: If we have all this before Plimoth's 1620; and then a "reform" period (1620-23) that brings disaster; and then, among the same Native American peoples injured just before, more transatlantic-style success from Maine to Narragansett, which methods would you think best for the future of a continent? |
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The Massachusetts Bay Company's "advance-men," under the stern bungler John Endecott, prepared the way for 1630's mass-migration of 900 Puritans under Governor John Winthrop. They landed on Boston Bay (below) that June---watched from the hills by Morton and his company... |
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Shawmut to the Massachusetts, "Trimountain" to the first "lone planters, "Boston" was named by East-England's Puritans in 1630. Later, landfill projects revealed acres of Native fishing-weirs... |
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This early Dutch map of New Amsterdam (later New York City) shows the "wall" erected to keep "Indians" out of the colony: today's Wall Street. Why are Native Americans today the (economically) poorest peoples on this land? It can only be a symbolic status---their punishment for a lack of interest in money. |
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