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
The most eligible spot that could be selected for passing the night,
was now chosen by the American army, and this consisted of “a dry
piece of ground, which rose about ten feet above the level of a marshy
prairie in front towards the town, and about twice as high above a
similar prairie in the rear, through which, near the bank, ran a small
stream, clothed with willows and brush-wood.” Late in the evening, the
army marched to the ground selected, and encamped for the night. The
different companies were then disposed in order of battle, and in case
of a night attack, which no one feared, they were ordered to occupy
the ground upon which they were then placed; and in conformity with a
general order, both officers and soldiers were required to rest in
their clothes, with their arms by their sides. Sentries were then
placed so as to guard every possible approach of the enemy, and the
duties of the evening having been performed, groups of officers and
soldiers might be seen standing around the camp fires, expressing
their dissatisfaction that a peace which they thought would soon be
broken, was about to be concluded, and they forced to return home,
without having had a battle. This was mortifying to many, who had
joined the army for the sake alone of gaining glory, and many also,
were discontented because they were exasperated against the Indians on
account of their many acts of petty aggression.
Such was the state of feeling, and the order of things in the American
army, which now numbered more than eight hundred men, while that of
the Prophet amounted to some five or six hundred. On the one side was
a body of disciplined troops, well armed and equipped for battle; on
the other, a band of savages, armed, some with guns and rifles, the
remainder with bows, tomahawks and war-clubs. It was at this time, and
on the morning of the day that the American army arrived, when Kenah,
who had now been absent nearly two months, entered alone into
Tippecanoe. The Indians were so much excited, that his entrance was
not observed by them, and he proceeded at once into the presence of
Elkswatawa.
“Ha! Kenah,” said he, “thou art welcome.—Where rests the old woman?”
“Without the walls of the town,” answered Kenah; “she is guarded; the
two maidens rest with her. Kenah seeks the Prophet, to know his will.”
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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