Litchfield enquirer., 1834-11-20
TECUMSEH.

OS' "'NoSStueT ulIinlSE6StIuS tO our EeaOeTNs although we fail to embody il in the glow ing language of an eyewitness by which we chanced to hear it narrated. We give 1t with the more readiness, well knowing the importance attached by the public to any occurrence, however slight, lendingto illustrate the character of distinguished individual, and such the. self-styled King fthe Woods is universally allowed to have been, though border traditions have dark ened the policy aud patriotism of tue native warrior with the deepest penciling of fero- city and blood,hirstiress.
 The trair, of events immediately succeed ing the memorable victory of Lake Erie on the 18th September, 1913, are still fresh 1 in the memory of many of our inhabitants. l Among them was the evacuation of Fort 1 Maiden by the British, notwithstanding the earnest counsel of Tccumseh that it should be maintained to the last, at the same time proposing to skirt the forest below with his "braves," and foot by foot to dispute the progress of the assailants. 1t was bright autumnaI day when Gen. Harrison, under 1 the escort from Put-in- Bay, started for the purpose of occupying that important post. The warlike array of the little squadron, still scored with the marks of the recent engagement; the fluttering of penants aud waving of battle-fags, and the files of sol- diery crowding the boats with their burnish- ed muskets, throwing back the glitter of the sun, were described as having formed truly animating spectacle. Their course lay along that part of the lake which had been the scene uf conflict hut ten days previous, and terrible mementos of that bloody vic- tory still surrounded them in the floating bodies of the dead, blackened and mangled as they were tossed from the decks, the rcd coat of the Briton contrasting with the grey dress of the marine or the blue jacket of the American tar. As they drew near the Canadian shore, an object was discernible fitting along the beach, and dashing with rapid movement down the entire front of the approaching fleet, and anon kfsurely pnusing to reconnoitre. A nearer view re- vealed trim and athletic horseman, moun- ted on an Indian poney, dressed in a belt cd hunting frock of smoked deer skin, with the appendage of long gaiters strapped be- low the knee, and the richly ornamented mocasn. It was the celebrated T TecuMseh, who, notwithstanding the flight of his white ally, had fingered behind to ascertain the force of,h invading enemy, and who after singly confronting their floating batteries. till satisfied of their numerical strength, leisureiy withdrew, as if in digniied def- ance, from the shore, to communicate the intelligence to the remaining inmates ofthe Fort. Had the dauntless spirit and quick sighted sagacity of the Indian warrior been shared by his British brother, it is probable that our troops, after harassing march to Maiden, would have met with warmer reception than they experienced from a few bedridden paralytics, and a group of defenceless women and children.
 While upon this subject. it may not be amiss to advert to scene, which formed a concluding part of the same narrative, tho not materially connected with the name of Tecumseh. A part of the Kentucky troop 1 of horse, under the command of Col. John- son, still following upon the track of Gen.
 Proctor after his discom6ture at the forks
 of the Thames, Took possession of the Mo-
 raviap town, on that river, which had but
 recently been evacuated by the enemy
 These wild and fearless men, to whonl pe- ril was but Pastime, and who seem to have rescmbled in some particulars the tameless horsemen of the Don, were already ren- dered half furious at the cold and savage butcheries which had split the best blood of Kentucky like water.
 When orders were therefore given to fire the rows of the deserted log cabins, which constituted the town, these wild riders,' in the mere wantonness of daring, secured fu- riously through the streets, walled as they were on either side by sheets of flame, their vicious and half tanned animals to all ap- pearance equally elated with the strange elee of their masters. Tho very appearance ofthese mad warriors must have been semi barbarous, bearded and Drowned as they were by exposure, and attired in the cos- tune of the backwoodsmen, with their car- pines slung over their shoulders, the long hunting knife thrust into the belt of the deerskin frock, and the canteen slung from the bearskin saddle bows. This, with the roaring of the confagration. the crush of the falling dwellings, the shouts of these desperate troopers, and the clattering of their horses as they burst ever and anon through the flames, must have presented as singular and striking picture as has ever been sketched even by the pencil ot TO- mance.-DetrOit Courier.
 THE PARsoN's BOOTS.
 The Rev. MT. F., of Connecticut,