[Illustration: “SO THE INDIANS ARE STILL GATHERING?”] ON THE BORDER WITH ANDREW JACKSON _By_ JOHN T. McINTYRE _Illustrations by_ F. A. Anderson [Illustration] THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY PHILADELPHIA 1915 COPYRIGHT 1915 BY THE PENN PUBLISHING COMPANY [Illustration] Contents I. IN THE CREEK COUNTRY 7 II. THE COMING OF TECUMSEH 21 III. THE WILDERNESS TRAPPER 37 IV. ATTACKED BY INDIANS 53 V. THE FIGHT ON THE KNOLL 63 VI. SIGHTING THE ENEMY 77 VII. THE ONSLAUGHT AT FORT MIMS 93 VIII. OLD HICKORY APPEARS 108 IX. THE BLOW AT TALLUSHATCHEE 124 X. AN INDIAN MESSENGER 132 XI. CAPTURED BY THE CREEKS 141 XII. A FIGHT--AND A REVOLT 160 XIII. THE BEGINNING OF THE END 175 XIV. THE BATTLE OF THE HORSESHOE 185 XV. LIFE OF ANDREW JACKSON 194 Illustrations PAGE “SO THE INDIANS ARE STILL GATHERING?” _Frontispiece_ THE TRAPPER WAS SEATED IN THE DOORWAY 45 THEY SIGHTED THE FORT 99 THE ARROWS OF THE CREEKS RAINED ABOUT THEM 163 On the Border With Andrew Jackson CHAPTER I IN THE CREEK COUNTRY “Much good place for camp! Heap fine water!” It was a young Cherokee brave who spoke; from the back of his wiry little sorrel horse he pointed ahead to a small stream which could be seen winding its way among the trees. “Yes; it looks as if it had been made for a camp, Running Elk,” replied a bronzed athletic white boy. “What do you say, Frank, shall we pitch the tent there to-night?” Frank Lawrence glanced toward the sun, which was already lowering toward the horizon. “We might as well, Jack,” replied he. “We couldn’t go much farther, anyway.” Jack Davis shook the rein of his black horse; and so the three rode toward the stream, which was perhaps a quarter of a mile away. It was late autumn and the year was 1812. The Muscogee country, as the state of Alabama was then called, was green with mighty forests, and in places almost untrodden by the foot of the white man; game was to be met on every hand; and the red huntsmen ranged the hills and valleys, seeking not only food, but their foes as well. The young Cherokee warrior led a packhorse which bore upon its back provisions and camp equipment. The youthful savage was a handsome, supple fellow, attired in the picturesque dress of his nation, and carrying a bow and quiver of arrows; also a tomahawk and knife hung at his belt.