was a field for the display of the highest moral and intellectual powers.  He had already gained the reputation of a brave and sagacious warrior, a cool headed, upright and wise counsellor.  He was neither a war nor a peace chief, and yet he wielded the power and influence of both.  The time had now arrived for action.  To win savage attention, some bold and striking movement was necessary.  He imparted his plan to his brother, a smart, cunning and pliable fellow, who adroitly and quickly prepared himself for the part he was appointed to play, in this great drama of savage life.  Tecumseh well understood, that excessive superstition is every where a prominent trait in the Indian character, and readily availed himself of it.  Suddenly, his brother begins to dream dreams, and see visions, he is an inspired Prophet, favored with a divine commission from the Great Spirit; the power of life and death is placed in his hands; he is the appointed agent for preserving the property and lands of the Indians, and for restoring them to their original, happy condition.  He commences his sacred work; the public mind is aroused; unbelief gradually gives way; credulity and wild fanaticism begin to spread in circles, widening and deepening until the fame of the Prophet, and the divine character of his mission, have reached the frozen shores of the lakes, and overrun the broad plains which stretch far beyond the Mississippi.  Pilgrims from remote tribes, seek, with fear and trembling, the head-quarters of the mighty Prophet.  Proselytes are multiplied, and his followers increase in number.  Even Tecumseh becomes a believer, and, seizing upon the golden opportunity, he mingles with the pilgrims, wins them by his address, and, on their return, sends a knowledge of his plan of concert and union to the most distant tribes.  And now commenced those bodily and mental labors of Tecumseh, which were never intermitted for the space of five years.  During the whole of this period, we have seen that his life was one of ceaseless activity.  He traveled, he argued, he commanded:  to-day, his persuasive voice was listened to by the Wyandots, on the plains of Sandusky—­to-morrow, his commands were issued on the banks of the Wabash—­anon, he was paddling his bark canoe across the Mississippi; now, boldly confronting the governor of Indiana territory in the council-house at Viacennes, and now carrying his banner of union among the Creeks and Cherokees of the south.  He was neither intoxicated by success, nor discouraged by failure; and, but for the desperate conflict at Tippecanoe, would have established the most formidable and extended combination of Indians, that has ever been witnessed on this continent That he could have been successful in arresting the progress of the whites, or in making the Ohio river the boundary between them and the Indians of the north-west, even if that battle had not been fought, is not to be supposed.  The ultimate failure of his plan was inevitable from