We met the British in the dead of winter.
The sky was lavender
and the snow lavender-blue.
I could hear, far below,
the sound of two streams coming together
(both were frozen over)
and, no less strange,
myself calling out in French
across that forest-
clearing. Neither General Jeffrey Amherst
nor Colonel Henry Bouquet
could stomach our willow-tobacco.
As for the unusual
scent when the Colonel shook out his hand-
kerchief: C'est la lavande,
une fleur mauve comme le ciel.
They gave us six fishhooks
and two blankets embroidered with smallpox.
Note on the poem.
Note on the poem.
Pontiac's Rebellion (1763).
Chief Pontiac of Ottawa led loose confederation of Native American tribes in an uprising against British rule in the North American Territories. British officers at Fort Pitt attempted to turn the tide of the battle by infecting the besieging Native Americans with smallpox. They used blankets riddled with the virus. Estimated Native American losses were 200 in battle, with additional war-related deaths from disease.
Spooky choice! Just watched an art program on BBC4, I think, about early American art and the narrator spoke of these smalllpox infected blankets as the first instance of "germ warfare" - I'd never realised it went that far back. Good choice and I like the context paragraph at the bottom : ) Go MSE!
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