“As usual I accompanied my Master. everywhere he went the day of April 23rd was no different. When the Democratic National Convention was held in the South Carolina Institute Hall, Front Street Theater in Chicago I happened to be there and witnessed the entire thing.” George retold the events to his good friend the Cherokee Indian named Unaduti a few days later on a day in late April 1860.
The older Cherokee Indian looked at the Black younger man and nodded slowly, as they sat outside in the grass behind the estate in Missouri, St Louis. The odd pair of friends was a most peculiar sight. U was the only Cherokee Indian in Missouri. He soon became friends with a Black slave named George. George was as grateful for Unaduti as the older native Indian appeared to be. Unaduti became a familiar sight that the residents of Pemberley eventually got used to. He, Unaduti had been a very lonely man – that was before he happened to cross paths with George while he had been passing through the state of Missouri. They both considered being each other’s friends to the point that George no longer could imagine his life without his Cherokee friend. Unaduti was not as dependent as the younger man was. Unlike George, he was never truly lonely – always surrounded by the spirits of the Cherokee tribe. Yet he appreciated that he now had a friend that could teach him the ways of the White man.
“What he – say next?” Inquired U and turned his head towards George. Even though the Cherokee Indian was much older than George he was sitting with a straight back, and bare feet in a Lotus position.
“He said he wanted to nominate someone – a Mr. Stephen Douglas I think.” Replied George as he chewed some tobacco. He was younger, sitting on his knees near his Native Indian friend. He was impressed that his older friend appeared to be in such a good health. George had never been able to sit flat on the ground – not even with crossed feet.
“I’ve heard the name Stephen Douglas mentioned before – he seems to believe in popular sovereignty. At the same time, he believes each state should get to decide if they want to accept slavery or abolish it.” Unaduti said in an ominous voice.
“Do you think I should be worried, Unaduti? Asked George in a concerned voice.
“Yes, George – I should be worried about my future if I were you. I am worried for you now, my friend.” Continued Unaduti.
“I know my Master – he would never support a man like that.” Exclaimed George.
“Are you sure George- haven’t your Master’s family kept slaves since the American Revolution? Inquired U.
“Hee has yes, but I think Master is different – I even consider him my friend,” George stated.
“What happened next, George?” Asked U.
“Another man seemed to get upset by my Master’s words. He refused to accept that John Bell’s name then loud, upset voices were spread around the room followed by whispers and murmurs. Next thing everyone got up and left the room in anger.” Retold George.
“By the sound of it sounds as if they couldn’t support your Master’s suggestion. I think I heard that some men who refused to vote will meet instead in Chicago, Illinois, and a Wigwam,” remembered Unaduti.
“You wouldn’t have happened to be there, would you U?” George asked in an emotional voice.
“On the contrary, my friend, fortunately, I was there but I don’t think anyone noticed me.” Confessed U.
“Then please, Unaduti tell me what you saw and heard!” Exclaimed George.
“My friend, of course, I want to tell you – but not until you calm down. Whispered U.
“I am sorry, U – my emotions got the best of me.” Stated George.
“Can you remain calm – long enough for me to tell you what happened inside Wigwam? Then I will be happy to tell you what happened.” Promised U.
“Do you promise U? You must promise me.” Begged George.
“All the men inside Wigwam were calm and friendly towards each other. That meeting did not last long.” Replied U.
“U, how did the meeting end exactly?” Asked George suddenly.
“When the last man left I remember hearing the name, John .C Breckenridge. And every man that left did so in a good spirit – either smiling, singing or whistling.” Answered U.
“That man, Mr. John Breckenridge – what impression did you get from him? Do you think he is a good man? ” Asked George.
“The other men refer to him – Mr. Breckenridge as vice – president. So I would say that he must be a decent man.”Answered U.
“But my friend, it was very peculiar.” Continued U.
“Why, what would make you say that?” Asked George with curiosity.
“It seemed that Mr. Breckenridge didn’t want to be nominated as a candidate for the Southern Democrats. He objected very loudly to his nomination – yet ten people placed their vote for him.” Answered U.
“Oh, dear – trust my words this doesn’t bide well.” Whispered George.
“Certainly not, the spirits predict uncertain times and a never before seen bloodshed,” U said in an ominous voice.
He had barely finished his sentence when dark clouds appeared in the sky and a violent storm was soon noticed in the horizon. The birds had stopped singing and was no longer heard. The only noticeable sound came from the nearby trees branches when the leaves were lifted by the wind. George got cold chills when a gust of colder air followed.
As the Republicans managed to deliver their Presidental candidate without any turmoil, disagreement or tears the Democrats realized they would have to hold a third and final convention hoping for another outcome. A rumor of third National Democrat Convention begun to spread among the members of the Southern Democrats…