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88 TIM, THE SCOUT. - place as best man in the nation. The party took out pipes, lighted them, and smoked some time in silence. Tecumseh alone did not use the pipe, or sil down, but stood with folded arms, regarding the warriors as a father might look upon his children. If Harrison could have taken that party, the rising would never have happened, for there were the leading men of four powerful tribes, who obeyed the great Shawnee. At last one of the chiefs spoke. “ What has the great chief done with the Weasel ” The speaker was chief of the Wyandotte tribe, for this great plot included even their borders. “The Weasel has gone to Prophet’s Town to tell the Prophet that Tecumseh is coming. The little man is swift as the red deer. He is a good friend to the chief Tecumsch.” The chief had a voice as flexible as a woman’s, when in re- pose, and the ferocity of the battle was not upon him, _ In war, like Rojla, he was “a tiger; in peace, alamb.” Tim knew however, that if the chief once got him in his hands, an instant death would be his portion. He longed to:get out of such a dangerous neighborhood, but dared not move a limb, or the lynx-like ears of the Indians would have detected him. “ Arrah, to the fires wid ye, then.” he thought. “ How will I get out av this, at all, at all? Sure I feel me scalp going. I hope I can stand it as well as many a betther man.” “Are the other tribes ready ?” said the chief of the Wyan- dottes. “Let the chiefs speak.” A. heavy-limbed, long-armed Indian, with a nose hooked like the claw of a vulture, rose to his feet at the word, and bent a look upon the others. This was the head of the Sioux. “The Sioux were far away, and the great Prophet of the Shawnee has said that they have hearts of lead. in their ho- soms. The Prophet is brother to Tecumseh, and he isa great warrior, but why should he lie about a tribe who love the In- dians dha hate white men. The Sioux waited, it is true ; but why did they wait? They have been often deceived. They had not seen the great Tecumseh, and heard him_speak., When he came, they knew that they had found a man wh would not be aft aid tostrike. ‘They had waited only for this. Conmiclooolkks.C@mn)