fat dog, that carries its tail on its back, but when affrighted, drops it between its legs and runs off.  Father, listen! the Americans have not yet defeated us by land, neither are we sure that they have done so by water; we, therefore, wish to remain here and fight our enemy, should they make their appearance.  If they defeat us, we will then retreat with our father.  At the battle of the rapids, the Americans certainly defeated us, and when we returned to our father’s fort at that place, the gates were shut against us.  We were afraid that it would now be the case; but instead of that, we now see our British father preparing to march out of his garrison.  Father, you have got the arms and ammunition which our great father sent for his red children.  If you have any idea of going away, give them to us, and you may go and welcome, for us.  Our lives are in the hands of the Great Spirit.  We are determined to defend our lands, and, if it be his will, we wish to leave our bones upon them.”

Unless the unscrupulous Proctor was utterly lost to shame, his cheek must have burned as he listened to the stinging reproof of the noble Indian Chief.  Ever since the white men began their political struggles for power on the American continent, the unfortunate Indian has been their tool, and their scapegoat.  Cheated, deceived by falsehoods and false friends, he was ever thrust forward as a sacrifice to the hatred of contending white men.  Spanish, English and French were all alike equally guilty.

Proctor and Tecumseh fled from Malden at the approach of the Americans.  They had been gone scarce an hour, when the head of the American column appeared playing Yankee Doodle.

Fernando Stevens was with Colonel Johnson’s riflemen, when, on the 29th of September, they reached Detroit, while Harrison was encamped at Sandwich.  Informed that Proctor and Tecumseh were flying eastward toward the Moravian town on the river Thames, or La Tranche, as the French called the stream, eighty miles from Detroit, the American forces, about thirty-five hundred strong, on October 2, 1813, began pursuit.  Johnson’s mounted riflemen led the van, while General Selby, a hero of King’s Mountain, followed with his Kentuckians, eager to avenge the slaughter of their friends at River Raisin.  For three days the pursuit continued.  At last, on the morning of the 5th of October, the army came up with Proctor.  Fernando was with the advance guard when they came on a small party of Indians.  The sharp crack of their rifles warned the armies to prepare for action, and both began to form.

The victory which followed properly belonged to Johnson and his mounted Kentuckians, though, as historians seldom know any one save the heads of armies, it has been accorded to Harrison.

Fernando galloped back to Colonel Johnson and informed him that the enemy was posted on a narrow strip of dry land, with the river Thames on the left, and a swamp on the right.  Tecumseh, with about twelve hundred savages, occupied the extreme right on the eastern margin of the swamp.  The infantry, eight hundred in number, were posted between the river and swamp, the men drawn up in open order.  They waited for Harrison’s orders to attack.  The general at first designed to attack with infantry; but, perceiving the position of the British regulars to be favorable for a charge, he turned to Johnson and asked: