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
Gay and Rolfe made no reply, but were much affected, and moving off,
Earth turned and said,—“there is one thing I forgot, which I had as
well tell you: you are both young, and likely to travel the same path;
so, try and go along in a spirit of compromise; we all have our
quirks, and it is no use to get cross about small things;” and still
talking, he glided away through the grass, and his last words which
were heard by Rolfe, were,—“take a brush.”
Continuing to approach the camp, Earth moved on as cautiously as
though he were one of the party of Indians now attempting to surprise
it; thinking that, even should he be seen, he would not be recognized,
but regarded merely as one of the assailing band. Leaving him to
continue his exertions to enter the camp, we must return for a moment
to the Prophet.
As Oloompa expected when he left Tippecanoe, the warriors succeeded in
forcing the Prophet to give them immediate battle, and in accordance
with that resolve, they all left the town, and at the moment that
Earth was endeavouring to enter the American camp, they were creeping
stealthily around it, or rather, lying down, were cautiously drawing
their bodies through the grass and bushes. When Elkswatawa determined
to fight, he again resumed the character of Prophet, which for a few
moments he had laid aside, in his great anxiety to preserve peace, and
calling his warriors around him previous to their setting out, he
reiterated to them his predictions of success beyond a doubt, and
renewed the promise of the Great Spirit, that the balls of the whites
should fall harmless among them, and that they should have light,
while their enemies would be involved in darkness. The fiat of Heaven
itself could not have inspired them with more confidence, and scarcely
were the words uttered, before stealing away in small parties, they
began to surround the American camp, with a hope of realizing its
truth.
When the plan of attack was determined on, at the Prophet's suggestion
it was also agreed, that he himself was not to mingle in the fight;
his person was too sacred; but, remaining in the rear, he was to
direct by his counsel, and hold intercourse with the Great Spirit. The
object of the Indians in surrounding the camp, and approaching it so
cautiously, was at a given signal to despatch all the sentries, and
rushing forward before the whites could be organized, commence the
massacre. At the time that Earth left Rolfe, they had already
approached so near to the American lines, that even the guards as they
moved on their posts were heard by them, and still all went well. Not
a whisper, not a sound, save the heavy tread of the sentinel as he
walked his path, broke upon the ear. Leaving them for a moment, let us
enter within the camp of the whites.
It now wanted a quarter of four o'clock, and General Harrison had
already risen, and was conversing with his aids, who, wrapped in their
blankets, were reclining around him.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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