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February 25, 1988 - Our Past Is PresentPage 8A/The Suffolk Times /February 25, 1988 Our Past Is Present By PAUL STOUTENBURGH It's hard to imagine what the East End looked like when the first settlers arrived. One thing we know is that the Indians who lived along our shores did little to change the land. Most of these Indians lived where seafood was for the taking. Re- mains of clams, oysters, mussels, scallops and whelks can be seen in the broken white remains of shell heaps scattered throughout our area. Here at the shore edge the Indians gathered the spoils from the sea and indulged in their bounty. In our creeks alongside the bay you can often find these layers of shells, these bits of history, that tell us where centuries ago the Indian harvested his shellfish. In a creek more upland we find shells spread over a much larger area. Research tells us it is a fort site, a place where Indians lived behind a log perimeter for protection from marauding tribes. At the edge of the creek was their ever -ready food supply. These forts were the first permanent establishment on our land. There was no pollution, of course, in those days for white man had not left his murky footprint on the land. In the woods that covered the gently rolling land around our creeks, the deer, wolf, beaver, bear, muskrat and, of course, the common squirrel and rabbit of today provided the Indian with his meat. We know Indians were hunters for arrowheads are still being found, evidence of long -ago days when a swift arrow brought down a rabbit, deer or even a man. I know the wonder that spread over me years ago when I picked up an arrowhead in our back pasture just after it had been plowed and seeded. Who had made it out of the hard, white quartz that typifies most of the points found on the East End? Who pulled the bow? Was it a skilled hunter or a young brave first trying his skills down by the pond? It was not a perfect head by any means but to me it carried roots back to those early days when nature had molded a balance system out of eons of time. Our island is a relatively young island in terms of geological time and yet it had the perfect ingredients needed to make a paradise; abundant fish and wildlife, land Focus on Nature that would produce crops with little ef- fort, a forest of virgin timber, a climate temperate enough for most, water that sparkled with purity, and great marshes that bordered the creeks and nourished the sea. It was a time when innocence ruled and the red man was part of the natural order of things. His footprint was washed away with each new tide. Sixteen -forty rings a bell in the hearts of both the north and south shore residents for it was thereabout that settlers from Connecticut came to these shores to find a new way of life. I blame none of those hardy folk for despoiling our land. As a matter of fact, most of us take our hats off to them and bow to their endurance and foresight. Slowly settlements sprang up. Lands were deeded and property bargained for from the Indians. It's easy to ridicule those bargain parcels but one must re- member that if we were at those bargain- ing tables,not today but in those early days we, too, probably would have had our bargain share. It's all too easy to criticize things of the past for there are none from those days to defend them. What we can do today is criticize and act to prevent wrong doings that are going on right now The early settler lived close to the land and knew all too well the value of his farmland, woodlot, fish and wildlife, and marshlands. They were the fiber of his life and on these his destiny would be built. Today we have gotten away from living close to the land and those values have been lost by most and shifted to other fields unrelated to the land Those were the times when shells were being made into wampum by the Indians. The great hard clam with its purple inner section made the dark beads, the white shell parts were also used but were of less value. Where long sections of beads were needed, the spiral-center whelk was fash- ioned into rewarding hues of pinks and Photo by Paul Stoutenburgh RIBBED MUSSELS - -Not only were clams, oysters, scallops and whelks readiiy available for the Indians that lived along our creeks and bays but the ribbed mussels were always used because they were the easiest to gather and most abundant. yellows. It seems impossible for us to think of these beads being drilled without help of modern tools but the Indian's skill and patience with his crude drills did just that. It was a time when traders from the west would come to "the island of shells" and trade the wampum which was then the accepted means of barter for pipes, knives, pots, clothing,etc. White Man Manufactures Wampum All went well using the Indians' wampum as a means of barter until some ingenious white man created a machine that could drill quicker and made better wampum than that of the Indians. In the making of a machine centuries of toil were swept aside. Wampum was readily available and flooded the market places with its counterfeit beads. Soon wampum had lost its value. As well as using local shells for wam- pum the Indian was able to get clay in nearby creeks and bays which he dug out of the rich veins that outcropped along the shores for his pots and cookware. Under much of the East End we find these veins of Gardiner's Island clay coming to the surface and it is this clay that the Indians found as a valuable resource. Many large pots have been found in Indian burial grounds and can be seen in local muse- ums. The bottoms of these cook pots were pointed so they could be propped up with stones around the fire. Cooking was a big part of Indian life and pots were of great importance to the everyday life of the Indian. I can remember when I was in high school going to these veins of clay with our art teacher. We dug in the moist clay and brought it back to class where it was shaped and fired into bowls. The clay was rather grainy and not as easy to work as the school clay but I'm sure if we were the Indians of yesteryear it would have been just fine for our purpose. For the casual observer clay in its raw stage can best be seen along the high banks of the north shore, the west side of Robins Island, the great south cliffs of Montauk and, of course, where the clay got its name, off the east side of Gardiner's Island where the water is murky with its dissolved clay. Clay was an important part of the econ- omy at the turn of the century on the north shore where bricks were made. Even today old bricks pulled from foundations and walls with Sage and Sanford on them show their heritage. Much has changed since the first In- dian encounter with the white man here on Long Island. However, there are still Shinnecock Indians living in Southamp- ton and our island is sprinkled with Indian names like Montauk, Aquebogue, Cutchogue, Seatauket, Mattituck, Nisse- quogue, and Patchogue. What a sad yet wonderful heritage our Long Island Indians gave to our land. When many of us are wrapped up in the present vogue of tracing our roots perhaps it would be well to slow down and think back. It was the Indians who first enjoyed the treasure chest of natural wonders here on the island we call our home. ...__,,.. k....... »... <...'...... , ...� .__......... ...... ... .......5 a