Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontierFrench, James Strange
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Elkswatawa : $b or, The prophet of the west. A tale of the frontier
French, James Strange
Tippecanoe, Battle of, Ind., 1811 -- Fiction
“'Tis said thou holdest converse with the things
Which are forbidden to the search of man;
And that with evil and unheavenly spirits
Thou communest. I know that with mankind,
Thy fellows in creation, thou dost rarely
Exchange thy thoughts, and that thy solitude
Is as an anchorite's.”
BYRON.
In accordance with the resolution adopted by the brothers, as
mentioned in our last chapter, Elkswatawa suddenly appeared as a
Prophet among the Shawanees. Meek and humble in his manner, he was not
characterized by the frivolities of dress, which, among the Indians,
always distinguished those who have attempted to play similar parts,
nor was there indeed any thing about his apparel at all calculated to
render him conspicuous. A blanket thrown loosely over his shoulders,
formed his upper garment, and when removed, disclosed a frock or
kirtle, of blue cotton cloth, closely fitting his person, and
extending down nearly to his knees. From his ears were suspended large
silver medals. These were the only ornaments worn by him. His
countenance was unpainted, and, although it was the invariable custom
of his countrymen never to move without the implements of war, or
those of the chase, yet he had neither, but went forth apparently as
incapable of doing mischief as when first he came into the world.
His appearance as Prophet for a time produced no excitement, and he
was regarded only as one of the many impostors who often sprung up
among the various tribes, and assumed the character either for the
purpose of gratifying private feelings of revenge, or else for the
sake of personal aggrandisement. But not at all discouraged by the
manner in which he was received, he kept steadily in view the object
for which he had set out. Regardless of the reproaches and taunting
speeches which often met his ears, he pursued the even tenor of his
way, content to tell to every circle, however small, that he was the
chosen agent of the Great Spirit, sent to warn the red men of their
evil deeds, and beg them to do better. An example of all that was
patient and meek, he was found wandering from village to village,
preaching as long as he had a hearer, and satisfied when his task was
finished;—he then seemed to have performed his duty, and again
continued his journey, apparently careless whether his words were
heeded or not. He asked nothing at the hands of any one, and refused
to accept when any thing was offered. Conduct so singular in an
Indian, gave rise to conversation, then to surprise, and finally to
excitement. His words were now eagerly listened to, but to what they
tended, or what was their ultimate object, no human being could
foresee. He was enigmatical in his expressions, and to all his
followers, seemed shrouded in mystery. He had been playing his part
for about two months, when leaving the scene of action for a time, he
was again seen in secret conference with Tecumseh. They were now less
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