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
“Ah!” said Earth, “we had better not talk about that; it is mighty
bad; we can't yet tell how many?”
“How many Indians?” said Rolfe.
“That we can't tell either,” said Earth.
“Did Oloompa fall?” inquired Gay.
“I don't know,” said Earth, “I saw him last night, after I left you;
but we will talk of that another time. We are now just going within
the camp.”
“Earth, I wish you would try and get permission for us to enter a
tent; for Gay is tired to death, and would not like to be gazed at and
harassed with questions now.”
“Do, for Heaven's sake,” she added, “for, indeed, I am worn with
fatigue, and now, if I only knew that Miskwa and her mother were safe,
I should be happy.”
“Happy! Gay;”—said Rolfe, “see there, they are burying the dead.”
“Richard, I only mean as happy as one can be, situated as I am,” she
replied.
While thus conversing, Earth had hurried away to obtain the use of a
tent, and Rolfe and Gay, having entered the camp, their appearance was
hailed with much pleasure, and every comfort which it afforded was
readily extended to them. Her story was soon known, and even there
excited much attention. Her escape was regarded as little less than
miraculous, and the many difficulties which she had already
encountered won for her the regard of many who cheered her with the
hope that all dangers were now passed, and that she would soon reach
the settlements in safety. At this time Earthquake rejoined them,
saying that one of the officers had kindly begged that the lady would
occupy his tent, and Gay complaining much of fatigue, was by Rolfe
conducted thither, and left to repose.
Throughout the whole of the day, the army lay within their
entrenchments, fearing to venture out; for they had suffered very
heavy loss, and now knew neither the number of the Indians, nor
whither they had gone. Night came, and still no enemy appeared. Every
precaution was taken to prevent another surprise, and they awaited the
return of morning with the most anxious solicitude. It came:—beautiful
and cheering was the breaking day, and with its first light, was heard
the morning drum, calling the soldiers to arms; and, soon after, the
whole army was in motion, and on parade.—The dragoons and mounted
riflemen were then detailed,—ordered to reconnoitre the town, and
report the number and position of the Indians. They performed their
task, and returned quickly, saying, that the town was deserted,—not an
Indian to be seen.
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