Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 90: what you’re looking at

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02 TIM, THE SCOUT. Two days later the command struck their tents and marched, reaching a forest very near to the Prophet’s Town. The de- putation again came out to meet them. The General then stated in plain terms the least that he would accept at the hands of the Indians. This was restitution of the plunder taken from Americans in battle, the surrender of all white prisoners in their hands, and that the chiefs should sign a treaty to keep the peace toward the United States. To these - propositions the crafty Prophet made answer that he was ready to accede, but begged the General to camp where he was, and all should be made right in the morning. In the mean time, Tim had returned from a scout on which the General had sent him, and reported the town full of In- dians who did not belong there, and warned the General that he could not trust the Prophet’s word in the least. The Gen- eral agreed to wait until morning, and did so; but not in the fashion of St. Clairand Harmer. He knew more of Indian subtlety than they. : Every soldier lay upon his arms, ready to spring up at a moment’s warning. A line of battle was formed after dark, with skirmishers thrown out, and evéry precaution which a wise Genéral shows in the face of a hostile army. A supply of ammunition, sufficient to last him through a hard fight, was issued, for the Shawnees were determined. fighters, and knew more of war than most tribes, being under the superior tutorship of Tecumseh and the Prophet, himself no mean warrior, though by profession a diplomatist and “ medicine- man.” It was the evening of November 6th, 1811, that the army made its appearance near the Prophet’s Town. The night passed on. Midnight, and the men still lay upon their arms, in order of battle, waiting for the coming of the foe. Not a sound could be heard in the village only a mile away, and yet at the same time the Indians were in arms, and many of them lay in the wood, not a hundred yards from the camp, waiting for the signal to begin the slaughter. One o’clock, — two, three, and yet no noise or other indication of a coming attack. The officers and men began to think their precau-— ‘tions had been useless, and that there would be no attack after all. The young pioneers were longing for a fray. 2 eP Bmns tee Gals. cori _~