I am exceedingly grateful for these writers of the 19th century who put the stories down on paper and made sure they got read. And I'm grateful for the presses that bring their books back to life. This book, two pamphlets written by Gideon Lincecum, along with an introduction to put the stories in context, is full of florid language, myth-making (or repeating), and hero worship. Yet all of that only adds to the layers of accuracy--being devoid as it is of modern sensibility. Apushimataha was clearly an important hero of the early 19th century. One can't help but wonder if the Choctaw's fate might have been different if he had survived longer. He was no shrinking daisy, and his decision to make a hard and fast friendship with the white men--such as George Strother Gaines and Andrew Jackson--was clearly a strategic as well as personal matter. It is funny to me that in Gideon Lincecum's adoration of Pushmataha he reveals stories that to my modern sensibility are truly appalling, and that make the actions of people like Andrew Jackson seem almost reasonable.