Petty crimes and misdemeanors on the part of the Indians—too often caused by “fire-water”—frequently resulted in producing considerable trouble and annoyance to the proprietors, and when they found that the imposition of fines and the infliction of whipping in graver cases were inadequate to permanently restrain them, they at length appointed a superior Indian to undertake the office of superintendent and local magistrate, and with considerable success. The officer appointed was James Shouel, better known as Korduda and he soon became a terror to evil-doers, his usual procedure being, when one Indian complained of another, to order both the complainant and the defendant to be well whipped. This subsequently became known as “Korduda’s law,” and in many, if not in most cases, it was found very effective. He was also in the habit of having delinquents whipped for neglecting the cultivation of their corn, for drunkenness, etc. A few other special Indians are referred to in Zaccheus Macy’s well-known letter, viz.: “Old Aesop,” the weaver, who was also a schoolmaster; “Old Saul,” “a stern-looking old man;” Richard Nominash and his brother Sampson and little Jethro, who are described as “very substantial and very trusty men;” Zacchary Hoite, a minister who told his hearers “they must do as he said, but not as he did!” There were also some members of the old Hoight and Jafet families, and Benjamin Tashama, an Indian of strong individuality, to whom I shall now refer in detail. Benjamin Tashama, or Tashima, was, perhaps, the most noted Indian within the bounds of Autopscot. He was a grandson of Sachem Autopscot, and was distinguished as a good and worthy man, an esteemed preacher, and a successful schoolmaster. “A portion of the industrious life of Tashima,” says the author of “Miriam Coffin,” “had been devoted to study; and he had succeeded, with infinite labour, in adapting his literary acquirements to the language and capacity of his tribe. He had nourished the vain hope of preserving the nation without a cross in its blood, and the language of his people in its pristine purity. It was a magnificent conception! The design was worthy of the last, as he was the greatest, chief of his tribe. He was the last, because none succeeded him; he was the greatest, for he was the most benevolent.” While few details of his life are known it is attested that he latterly lived on the eastern boundary of Gibbs’ swamp, about forty rods northeast of the fifth milestone on the ’Sconset road. Here, some years ago, the cellar of his dwelling still remained, and the large stone which formed the entrance may now be seen in the rooms of the Nantucket Historical Association.