Beadle's Dime Novels No. 138: Tim, the Scout — page 91: what you’re looking at

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THE BATTLE. 93 Nor were they destined to be disappointed. Even now, a cloud of Indians were creeping up, silent as shadows, with loaded guns pointed at the camps. Among Indian attacks this stands out preéminent as one of the best conducted on record. The secrecy which the sayages maintained was won- derful. About four o’clock, when even the General had given up the idea of an attack, a volley of musketry was poured into the camp from all sides. Up started the Americans, with weapons in their hands, Frontier training showed -it- self then, Every man stepped to his place in the ranks, with ~ the regularity of. veterans on a parade,. Prominent among them was that heroic and good man, Joseph H. Daviess, better known as Jo Daviess, of Kentucky, a man noted for his sterling qualities, and who, that morning, fought his last battle. Out of that little band of heroes, the loss fell heavily on the officers, whose uniforms rendered them conspicuous, Owens, Daviess, White, Warrick, Spencer, Bean, McMahon, and Berry—a noble roll for the North-west, and a great gap in the ranks of her best men, Harrison sprung to his horse and directed the battle. He saw that the assault was led by able men, and he also detected some white tactics in the formation of the Indian line. “IT suspect,” he said, turning to Owens, “ that there is a white man directing a great part of these movements, Who ever heard of Indians moving up as regularly as these do? Ha! that bullet was well meant.” One whistled past his head, close enough to ra cagam a man less brave than the Governor. “You must be careful of yourself, General,” said dean “ What should we do if we lost you ?” “ My life is in the hand of God,” replied Harrison. “ Ride to Colonel Dayiess. Tell him to form his regiment in col- umn by companies, and drive the Indians out of that point of woods. I see that their fire is very hot.” Owens rode away in hot haste, and in a few moments the crack of rifles and shrill yells from the savages told that the regiment of Daviess were probing the woods with their bay- onets. Owens, poor fellow, never came back. Neither did Daviess. It was in this regiment that Lewis was placed, and his company had the advance, As Daviess fell, this company eae i ch ant