1ST COUNCILLOR. Breech-clouted dogs! Let us attack them, and, with thongs of fire, Whip their red bodies to a deeper red. HARRISON. This feeling bodes success, and with success Comes war with England; for a well-won fight Will rouse a martial spirit in the land To emulate our deeds on higher ground. Now hasten to your duties and prepare: Bronzed autumn comes, when copper-colored oaks Drop miserly their stiff leaves to the earth; And ere the winter's snow doth silver them, Our triumph must be wrought. [_Exeunt_.] SCENE SECOND.--TECUMSEH'S CABIN IN THE PROPHET'S TOWN. [_Enter_ IENA _and_ MAMATEE, _agitated_.] IENA. My heart is sad, and I am faint with fear. My friend, my more than mother, go again-- Plead with the Prophet for a single day! Perchance within his gloomy heart will stir Some sudden pulse of pity for a girl. MAMATEE. Alas, my Iena, it is in vain! He swore by Manitou this very morn, That thou should'st wed the chief, Tarhay, to-night. IENA. Nay try once more, Oh Mamatee, once more! I had a dream, and heard the gusty breeze Hurtle from out a sea of hissing pines, Then dwindle into voices, faint and sweet, Which cried--we come! It was my love and yours! They spoke to me--I know that they are near, And waft their love to us upon the wind. MAMATEE. Some dreams are merely fancies in our sleep: I'll make another trial, but I feel Your only safety is in instant flight. IENA. Flight! Where and how--beset by enemies? My fear sits like the partridge in the tree, And cannot fly whilst these dogs bark at me. SCENE THIRD.--AN ELEVATED PLATEAU, DOTTED WITH HEAVY OAKS, WEST OF THE PROPHET'S TOWN. _Enter three of_ HARRISON'S _staff Officers_. 1ST OFFICER. Well, here's the end of all our northward marching! 2ND OFFICER. A peaceful end, if we can trust those chiefs Who parleyed with us lately. 3RD OFFICER. Yes, for if They mean to fight, why point us to a spot At once so strong and pleasant for our camp? 1ST OFFICER. Report it so unto our General! [_Exit_ 3RD OFFICER.] 'Tis worth our long march through the forest wild To view these silent plains! The Prophet's Town, Sequestered yonder like a hermitage, Disturbs not either's vast of solitude, But rather gives, like graveyard visitors, To deepest loneliness a deeper awe. [_Re enter_ 3RD OFFICER.] 3RD OFFICER. I need not go, for Harrison is here. [_Enter_ GENERAL HARRISON, _his force following_.] 1ST OFFICER. Methinks you like the place; some thanks we owe Unto the Prophet's chiefs for good advice. HARRISON. (_Looking around keenly_). These noble oaks, the streamlet to our rear, This rank wild grass--wood, water and soft beds! The soldier's luxuries are here together. 1ST OFFICER. Note, too, the place o'erlooks the springy plain Which lies betwixt us and the Prophet's Town. I think, sir, 'tis a very fitting place. HARRISON. A fitting place if white men were our foes; But to the red it gives a clear advantage. Sleep like the weasel here, if you are wise!