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 crowd which had assembled, both of red men and whites, gave it
somewhat the appearance of a jubilee, but, on the part of the Indians,
it was a sad occasion which had called them together. They had long
been contending for wild lands, and still wilder liberty, with a
perseverance and determined zeal which won the admiration even of
their enemies. There was nothing selfish, or ambitious in their
purpose; they fought to retain that which the God of nature had given
them, and thousands had fallen and died satisfied, that they fell in
defence of their hunting grounds, and in preserving sacred the graves
of their fathers. They yielded to the superiority which a civilized
has over a savage foe, and they yielded, when their tribes were so
thinned of warriors that but few were left to battle in their
country's cause.
After so fruitless and protracted a struggle, it might truly be deemed
a sad occasion which had called them together, to transfer for ever,
those lands, for the possession of which they had so long contended.
But they were now forced to sue for peace, and the cession of a large
portion of their territory was the sole condition upon which it was to
be obtained—the powerful dictating to the powerless—and we may well
conceive the reluctance with which they acceded to the demand, when we
reflect, that the tract of country then surrendered, now comprises
several of the most flourishing states in the Union. The terms,
however, after a long and ineffectual opposition, were accepted, and
the treaty being ratified, each party pledged itself to preserve the
peace concluded. The Indians then expressed themselves contented with
its provisions, and the council adjourned. Peace being now restored,
all seemed anxious to preserve it, and Indians and whites mingling
promiscuously together, forgot at once former differences, in
expressions of mutual courtesy and friendship.
With this state of things came a change in the affairs of the West.
The instruments of war were exchanged for the implements of
agriculture, and crowds of emigrants were found flocking to that
lovely region of country, where but a short time before, marched
regiments of fearless and intrepid soldiery, or where, in lawless
bands, with vengeance dire, there roamed the savage wild. Beautiful
and bright was the prospect now, as when a cloud which has for some
time shrouded the horizon in gloom, carrying terror and dismay to the
breasts of all, spends its force, and suddenly breaking away, leaves
the glad sun dancing upon the earth. So was it here. Gloom and
darkness had hung over the land—the midnight torch, and merciless
scalping-knife were the visions of the past, and the future now shone
forth so clear and inviting that it promised to realize even the
wildest dreams of the imagination.
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