The mountain sentinel. [volume] (Ebensburg, Pa.) 1844-1853, 1849-11-08

must have been her emotions amidst the
horrors of dozen fierce combats! At Ec-
canachaca, 'the Holy Town. environed
in its dismal swamps, when Gen. Clai-
borne charged through the thick brush
wood and the green mantled pools were
changed to crimson with both Amer
ican and Indian gore.
AT Tallushatches, where Gen. Coffee
commanded, and every tree became a
breastwork, and every breastwork was
wrapped in sheeted fire from the brown
muzzles of hot, smoking rifles, till the bar
touch of human hands, and had to be cool
ed with water. Where the heroic Creeks
refused quarter, and spurned it themselves
when proffered by their foes, till three hun
dred corpses were food for the wolf and
raven!
At ensanguined Tallidega, when the
immortal Jackson in person, forming his
army in parallelograms, pursued eleven
hundred savages, with the sharp points
of levelled bayonets, through line more
than mile long, while they slowly re-
treated and were cut TO pieces, fighting
all the while with the insane fury of
fiends.
At the Hillibee Town, where Gen
eral White with the East Tennessee mi
litia, almost eclipsed the glory of the reg
ulars.
At the Tallapoosa, the 18th of January
1914, when Weatherford for time, SEEM
ed more than a match for Jackson, and
the plain, and countless acres, was loaded
with the carcasses Of dead men and their
horses.
At the South Fork, where Gen. Floyd
commanded, and for four hours the In
dians battled with the desperation of fam
atics.
At the Bloody Defile, when even Car
rolls celebrated rifemen THAT afterwards
moved down the flower of Packenham' S
army at New Orleans,) stricken with
terror, fled in utter dismay, and, but for
the incredible courage of Russel's compa-
ny of spies who stood firm ancle deep in
blood, the American host had been ami
hilated.
And, finally at fifty other different points
where the dauntless daring of Weatherford
prompted him to hurl defiance in the grim
face of DEATH
AT all these Lucy Dean was with in hear
ing of The clangor, kept by her unchanging
guard; and still, every day, The great chief
would feast his eyes with a melancholy
gaze on her fading beauty, and yet never
addressed her again.
Never did the sun of sixty centuries
shine on braver soldiers than the Greek
Indians, and never were braver men led
to battle by a more consummate general
than Weatherford. But natures hero
ism was forced at last to yield to equal
courage, aided by the magic of tactics,
as swift as lightning and unerling geom-
etry.
On The morning of the 2Sth of March
1914. Gen. Jackson moved with his entire
force, to assault the lines of Weatherford,
entrenched in bend of the Tallapoosa
called, from its singular shape the Horse
SHOE AS the position in front was
stormed, the Indians turned for shelter to
their town il the rear. But 10! no town
was vislble-no! an impenetrable sea of
rolling smoke, surmounted by pillars of
soaring fire. During the obstinate engage
ment, the Cherokee allies of the Americans
had swan the river, kindled the dry huts,
and cut off all chance OF retreat. From
the first moment of the attack, foremost
amongst the self-appointed .forlorn hope,'
who assembled the perilous wall, was the
accomplished Major Montgomery, of Vir-
gina, the capital of Alabama speaks his
name to all time.) After the route, his
humanity urged him to rush through the
blazing village, to rescue from the flames
the women and children. Suddenly he
met an American flying wildly forwards
She was pale, and her features so distorted
by terror, that he did not know her until
she sank fainting into his arms.
'Oh Lucy! my own Lucy was all the
astonished officer could murmur, kissing
her clay cold cheeks. Then came quick
fias and sharp roar, and Major Mont
gomery lay on the ground corpse
Weatherford, in passing, holly pursued
by score of Cherokees, had fired pistol
at Lucy Dean, which took effect in the
heart of her chosen lover.
The Creek chief himself appeared to
bear charmed life. Without a wound
amidst all the carnage, he distanced the
swlitest racers, and plunging into the riv-
er, through rain of Kissing bullets. es.
capped to the further shore, and was lost
in the lofty forrest. My informant was
hear the point where Weatherford fought
at the storming of his lines, and heard
him exciaim in tones of terrible despair
Gods curse be on England, eternally, for
the death of my nation