“THE HALF KING’S TREATY”
Early 1750’s
Logstown
Tanacharison eyed the French delegation suspiciously. He pondered why they were determined to build fortifications in his people’s lands. Nevertheless, he needed to inquire what they were proposing.
“Welcome to our people’s village, Capitaine de la Malgue,” said the chief, in fluent French. With that he offered the traditional wampum beads to the delegates.
“Yes, a fine village this is,” replied de la Malgue. “You seem to be blessed to be in such a fine location.” Tanacharison knew that these were stalling tactics to draw him in to whatever the French were selling.
“What goods do you want to trade this time?”
“Goods? My esteemed chief, it is not goods we wish to propose something a little more…beneficial for the both of us.”
“Tell me more.” At this, de la Malgue cracked a grin.
“We propose to fortify this area, as it is on the border of our sphere of influence. We wish to obtain your permission to build a fort on your lands.” With these words his heart hardened. He knew that this proposal would force him into submission and become a pawn in French hands. Though he liked the French goods and their wealth, he was not willing to give up his sovereignty to acquire them.
“No deal, our people will never be your pawns to sacrifice.”
“We do not wish for you to become subjects, but allies.” Tanacharison noted that the white man’s face was beginning to redden. The other delegates began to be somewhat nervous by their leader’s rising temper.
“Allies you say?” Tanacharison began to ponder. He could use this to his advantage, as they were allies, and he could bargain for stronger terms that favoured Logstown. He could make the French work for him, and benefit those belonging to the Six Nations in the Western Lands [1].
“I see. We may permit you to build a fort in these lands. That being said, we dictate where this site may be located, and shall provide some of our warriors to the site, so we know that we have some say in our ‘defense’. If you wish to bring some settlers to farm and provide food for yourselves, you may do so, however we dictate where they go, and they must provide 5 % of their surplus to us.” The chief thought this would be enough either for them to call off the deal, or for the Western Six Nations to benefit greatly from the proposal. If de la Malgue had been angry before, now he was ready to strangle the chief with his own hands.
“Why you insolent little i-”
“Um, sir?” asked one of the other soldiers.
“WHAT!?” The soldier brought a seething de la Malgue aside to discuss the current offer made. [2]
“Sir, if we accept this, we will have very loyal defenders on the border. Would you prefer they ally themselves with the British?”
“I will not stand to have an IROQUOIS [3] dictate the terms of the defense. We are French, and are above these sauvages.”
“Yet they provide us with men, allow us to bring settlers to give agriculture, and we can bolster the population of the border region. It will even benefit the trade routes.” de la Malgue could only sigh in defeat. He knew well that if they did not accept this treaty, they would side with the British, and this could cost them the vallée and they knew it.
“Fine we accept your terms, on the conditions that you cooperate with our Algonquin allies, even if facing fellow Six Nations peoples.” Tanacharison was surprised at the acceptance of his terms, but even more shocked at the counter-proposal. He knew that he was on thin ice with the first proposal, and if he pushed his luck any further, he could lose the potential gains for his people. He would accept, but he would get the last word.
“The council accepts your terms, so long as we get discount on any brandy traded through this region.”
“You’re joking right?” de la Malgue was about to give up, until the soldier who pressured him, gave him a gesture, suggesting to accept the one extra term.
“Yes, we accept your terms.” In his head the chief laughed. He had dictated terms to the French, and won. He would be able to gain advantage for his tribe, and his new ‘allies’. If they could achieve equal footing with les colons and coureurs de bois, then they would be able to be free of all the powers controlling their lands. However, that would take much time. What mattered most was to gain advantage for his people in the short-term, and if all worked well, the long term.
“Wonderful! We shall celebrate this treaty. You may return with your crews to begin construction, as soon as you can.”
“I shall return to Québec and notify the gouverneur-générale immediately. If that is the end of our business, good day to you, esteemed chief.” With that, the delegates left, leaving the chief thinking, this is the beginning of a new era for the Western Six Nations’ peoples.
[1]Mingos. I chose not to use this term because it is derived from Mingwe, meaning treacherous. Several treaties refer to them as settlers from the Haudenosaunee (or Six Nations) Confederacy. They were predominantly Seneca and Cayuga.
[2] Here is our POD. In OTL, Paul Marin de la Malgue lost his temper with Tanacharison and rejected the wampum beads, deeply offending the chief, only further promoting his anti-French views.
[3] Translates as “black snakes” into certain Algonquin tongues.
Early 1750’s
Logstown
Tanacharison eyed the French delegation suspiciously. He pondered why they were determined to build fortifications in his people’s lands. Nevertheless, he needed to inquire what they were proposing.
“Welcome to our people’s village, Capitaine de la Malgue,” said the chief, in fluent French. With that he offered the traditional wampum beads to the delegates.
“Yes, a fine village this is,” replied de la Malgue. “You seem to be blessed to be in such a fine location.” Tanacharison knew that these were stalling tactics to draw him in to whatever the French were selling.
“What goods do you want to trade this time?”
“Goods? My esteemed chief, it is not goods we wish to propose something a little more…beneficial for the both of us.”
“Tell me more.” At this, de la Malgue cracked a grin.
“We propose to fortify this area, as it is on the border of our sphere of influence. We wish to obtain your permission to build a fort on your lands.” With these words his heart hardened. He knew that this proposal would force him into submission and become a pawn in French hands. Though he liked the French goods and their wealth, he was not willing to give up his sovereignty to acquire them.
“No deal, our people will never be your pawns to sacrifice.”
“We do not wish for you to become subjects, but allies.” Tanacharison noted that the white man’s face was beginning to redden. The other delegates began to be somewhat nervous by their leader’s rising temper.
“Allies you say?” Tanacharison began to ponder. He could use this to his advantage, as they were allies, and he could bargain for stronger terms that favoured Logstown. He could make the French work for him, and benefit those belonging to the Six Nations in the Western Lands [1].
“I see. We may permit you to build a fort in these lands. That being said, we dictate where this site may be located, and shall provide some of our warriors to the site, so we know that we have some say in our ‘defense’. If you wish to bring some settlers to farm and provide food for yourselves, you may do so, however we dictate where they go, and they must provide 5 % of their surplus to us.” The chief thought this would be enough either for them to call off the deal, or for the Western Six Nations to benefit greatly from the proposal. If de la Malgue had been angry before, now he was ready to strangle the chief with his own hands.
“Why you insolent little i-”
“Um, sir?” asked one of the other soldiers.
“WHAT!?” The soldier brought a seething de la Malgue aside to discuss the current offer made. [2]
“Sir, if we accept this, we will have very loyal defenders on the border. Would you prefer they ally themselves with the British?”
“I will not stand to have an IROQUOIS [3] dictate the terms of the defense. We are French, and are above these sauvages.”
“Yet they provide us with men, allow us to bring settlers to give agriculture, and we can bolster the population of the border region. It will even benefit the trade routes.” de la Malgue could only sigh in defeat. He knew well that if they did not accept this treaty, they would side with the British, and this could cost them the vallée and they knew it.
“Fine we accept your terms, on the conditions that you cooperate with our Algonquin allies, even if facing fellow Six Nations peoples.” Tanacharison was surprised at the acceptance of his terms, but even more shocked at the counter-proposal. He knew that he was on thin ice with the first proposal, and if he pushed his luck any further, he could lose the potential gains for his people. He would accept, but he would get the last word.
“The council accepts your terms, so long as we get discount on any brandy traded through this region.”
“You’re joking right?” de la Malgue was about to give up, until the soldier who pressured him, gave him a gesture, suggesting to accept the one extra term.
“Yes, we accept your terms.” In his head the chief laughed. He had dictated terms to the French, and won. He would be able to gain advantage for his tribe, and his new ‘allies’. If they could achieve equal footing with les colons and coureurs de bois, then they would be able to be free of all the powers controlling their lands. However, that would take much time. What mattered most was to gain advantage for his people in the short-term, and if all worked well, the long term.
“Wonderful! We shall celebrate this treaty. You may return with your crews to begin construction, as soon as you can.”
“I shall return to Québec and notify the gouverneur-générale immediately. If that is the end of our business, good day to you, esteemed chief.” With that, the delegates left, leaving the chief thinking, this is the beginning of a new era for the Western Six Nations’ peoples.
[1]Mingos. I chose not to use this term because it is derived from Mingwe, meaning treacherous. Several treaties refer to them as settlers from the Haudenosaunee (or Six Nations) Confederacy. They were predominantly Seneca and Cayuga.
[2] Here is our POD. In OTL, Paul Marin de la Malgue lost his temper with Tanacharison and rejected the wampum beads, deeply offending the chief, only further promoting his anti-French views.
[3] Translates as “black snakes” into certain Algonquin tongues.