After having been reduced for a short period to one hundred men, Jackson by early spring had an army of five thousand, including a regiment of regulars, and found it once more possible to act.  The enemy decided to make its stand at a spot called by the Indians Tohopeka, by the whites Horseshoe Bend, on the Tallapoosa.  Here a thousand warriors, with many women and children, took refuge behind breastworks which they believed impregnable, and here, in late March, Jackson attacked with a force of three thousand men.  No quarter was asked and none given, on either side, and the battle quickly became a butchery.  Driven by fire from a thicket of dry brush in which they took refuge, the Creek warriors were shot down or bayoneted by the hundreds; those who plunged into the river for safety were killed as they swam.  Scarcely a hundred survived.  Among the number was a youth who could speak a little English, and whose broken leg one of the surgeons undertook to treat.  Three stalwart riflemen were required to hold the patient.  “Lie still, my boy, they will save your life,” said Jackson encouragingly, as he came upon the scene.  “No good,” replied the disconsolate victim.  “No good.  Cure um now, kill um again!”

The victory practically ended the war.  Many of the “Red Sticks,” as the Creek braves were called, fled beyond the Florida border; but many—­among them the astute half-breed Weathersford, who had ordered the assault on Fort Mims—­came in and surrendered.  Fort Jackson, built in the river fork, became an outpost of American sovereignty in the very heart of the Creek district.  “The fiends of the Tallapoosa,” declared the victorious commander in his farewell address to his men, “will no longer murder our women and children, or disturb the quiet of our borders.”

Jackson returned to Tennessee to find himself the most popular man in the State.  Nashville gave him the first of what was destined to be a long series of tumultuous receptions; and within a month the news came that William Henry Harrison had resigned his commission and that Jackson had been appointed a major general in the army of the United States, with command in the southwestern district, including Mobile and New Orleans.  “Thus did the frontier soldier, who eighteen months earlier had not commanded an expedition or a detachment, come to occupy the highest rank in the army of his country.  No other man in that country’s service since the Revolution has risen to the top quite so quickly."[1]

By his appointment Jackson became the eventual successor of General Wilkinson, with headquarters at New Orleans.  His first move, however, v as to pay a visit to Mobile; and on his way thither, in August, 1814, he paused in the Creek country to garner the fruits of his late victory.  A council of the surviving chiefs was assembled and a treaty was presented, with a demand that it be signed forthwith.  The terms took the Indians aback, but argument was useless.  The whites were granted full rights to maintain military posts and roads and to navigate the rivers in the Creek lands; the Creeks had to promise to stop trading with British and Spanish posts; and they were made to cede to the United States all the lands which their people had claimed west and southeast of the Coosa River—­more than half of their ancient territories.  Thus was the glory of the Creek nation brought to an end.