The Dade Massacre (Will McLean) Lawless men, they were to blame. From the Georgia line they came. Burning, killing, stealing slaves, From the Seminole Indian braves. Major Dade and his hundred Were marching along, By the edge of a thick swamp. It was shortly past dawn. Through scrub and palmetto Their harnesses did ring. They were marching from Tampa On the way to Fort King. Oh, the sun's rays were burning, Dade's temper was short His scout had deserted Somewhere to the north. The men had a feeling, The land was too quiet. They held their guns tightly Their eyes showed their fright Well, it came of a sudden, That wild cry of craze, From the screaming throats Of the Seminole braves. Black smoke, thudding bullets From Indian guns. I'll tell you, the Dade Massacre had begun. Major Dade, he fell first With a deep mortal wound. 'Twas from Jumper's rifle That he met his doom. His men were all killed Without mercy or plea. This legend lives ever In our history. Now the land is all serene, There's a marker at the scene. Where Major Dade sleeps Among his hundred men. (Will McLean) From Cross The Shadows Of My Face, McLean 12/28/1835: Bushnell FL: during the second Seminole War, Maj. Francis L. Dade, 7 officers, 100 men killed by Seminole soldiers under sub-chief John Jumper (Otee-Emathla) The citizens used this event to fire their prejudice and outrage, eventually leading to the destruction of the Seminoles. On 2/4/1836 they created & named Dade county (basically, the city of Miami) as a memorial to the Major. AJS
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