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The Battle of Tippecanoe
Tecumseh was soon on his southern journey, with
twenty warriors to aid in the work which was now apparently nearing
completion. Inspired by patriotic zeal, he passed from tribe to
tribe, incessantly active. Through dismal swamps and across wide
plains he made his way, and in his light canoe shot many a dangerous
rapid. He labored diligently among the Indians to make them sensible
of their wrongs and induce them to sink their petty tribal
jealousies in a grand and noble patriotism. He braved the dangers
and difficulties of winter travel over the crusted snow and through
the white forests. From sunrise to sunset he journeyed, passing from
camp-fire to camp-fire, binding together the scattered tribes by the
fire and force of his eloquence.
In Tecumseh's absence the Prophet reigned at Tippecanoe, performing
his mysterious rites, seeing visions, and dreaming dreams. Indians
from the most remote tribes were drawn by tales of his miraculous
deeds to this chosen seat of the Great Spirit, the centre from which
radiated the Prophet's influence. The ever-increasing number of red
men there assembling was evidence also of the success of Tecumseh's
mission. The Americans had heard with uneasiness his bold avowal
before starting on his southern journey, and their alarm was
increased by the reports from Harrison's spies, posted near the
Prophet's town.
On August 7, 1811, the United States government demanded the
surrender of all Indians who were in any way connected with the
murder of American citizens, and threatened to exterminate those
tribes which raised the hatchet. In response the Prophet promised to
comply with the president's demands, and reiterated his earnest
desire to avert war. But, in spite of such pacific protesting, the
Indians continued their acts of hostility. Some horses were stolen,
and the thieves were tracked to Tippecanoe. The owners hastened
thither to reclaim their property, and on nearing the town were
fired upon by Indians. Similar incidents were common.
Harrison was well aware of the important and extensive nature of the
work in which Tecumseh was engaged, and viewing with alarm the rapid
growth of the confederation on the western frontier, he resolved on
action. The destruction of Tippecanoe would be of the utmost
strategic importance, but, if such a drastic measure were determined
upon, it would have to be accomplished before Tecumseh's return. On
the other hand, the president's commands had been to maintain peace.
The governor reconciled the two opposing courses of action by the
thought that a large army advancing upon the Indians might
intimidate them into submission. Failing that, the alternative war
became inevitable.
On October 5 Harrison set out from Vincennes with over one thousand
men. This army encamped for a brief period on the Wabash, where the
city of Terre Haute now stands, and erected a fort which, in honor
of the leader, was named Fort Harrison. Leaving about one hundred
men as a guard, Harrison, with the remaining nine hundred, set out
for Tippecanoe on October 29. Two well-worn trails made by the
Prophet's disciples led along the Wabash, one on either side of the
river. Harrison chose that along the eastern side, then forded the
river and struck the other trail. He safely crossed the dangerous
pass at Pine Creek, where fatal havoc had been wrought upon the
troops of General Harmar. Worn out by their tedious and difficult
march, the soldiers encamped on the evening of November 5 within ten
miles of the Prophet's headquarters. Next morning they were early on
the march; and, after having gone about five miles, they sighted a
party of reconnoitering Indians, with whom they endeavored to
communicate, but the red men ignored their advances and assumed an
unfriendly attitude. Within a mile and a half of the town several of
the officers impatiently urged an immediate attack; but as the
president's commands were to keep peace as long as possible,
Harrison decided to send an officer with a small guard to arrange
for a conference. This overture, however, did not succeed; the
Indians were hostile, and even made an attempt to capture the
officer and his men. And Harrison then ordered his army to advance
upon the town.
Suddenly three Indians appeared, making their way directly towards
the army. The Prophet's chief counselor, with two interpreters, had
come to demand the reason of this warlike advance. Peace, they
declared, was their one desire. With much gesticulation they
explained that messages to that effect had been sent by certain
chiefs, who must have taken the other trail and so missed the
general of the Seventeen Fires. The governor agreed to suspend
hostilities in order that terms of peace might be arranged in
council on the following day, and then set his men in motion towards
Tippecanoe. This unlooked-for action startled the Indians, who
immediately assumed the defensive. The governor, however, assured
them that he had no hostile intentions, and asked whether there was
a near-by stream by the side of which his troops might encamp. He
was directed to a creek about a mile distant which ran through the
prairie to the north of the town. Thither the Americans at once
proceeded, and finding it a most desirable camping-ground, the
soldiers were soon busily engaged in pitching their tents and
gathering brushwood to make fires, for the November air was chill.
Although no attack was anticipated, Harrison arranged his camp as if
expecting battle, and posted around it a thin line of sentries.
Darkness fell upon the two encampments. The weary soldiers were
sleeping on their arms; the Prophet and his counselors sat about
their council fire, eager and alert, earnestly discussing the
situation. Tecumseh's parting injunction had been to maintain peace
at all hazards until his return. But the Prophet saw himself
surrounded by intrepid warriors who would dare anything at his
command, and his ambition was sorely tempted. In point of numbers
his force was equal to that of the Americans, and the latter,
moreover, were without the protection of fortifications. Visions of
certain victory passed before his mind. He was still smarting from
Harrison's stinging message to the tribes five years before, and not
too well pleased with Tecumseh's rising fame, which threatened to
eclipse his own. Moved by these thoughts, the Prophet yielded to the
counsel of his boldest warriors and decided upon battle.
Hurried preparations were then made to take the enemy by surprise.
There was no moon and the sky was clouded. Nature herself apparently
was aiding the Prophet's plans. All being ready, he concocted some
charmed fluid, over which he muttered curious incantations. He
assured his credulous followers that half the enemy were mad and the
remainder dead; and he solemnly promised them that bullets would
glance harmlessly from their own bodies. The superstitious Indians,
thus excited to an intense pitch of religious fanaticism, were
prepared to dare anything.
Shortly before daylight on November 7 the whole Indian force crept
stealthily through the grass towards the fires of Harrison's camp.
The hush that precedes the dawn was broken only by the soft patter
of rain. A watchful sentinel discerned in the dawning light the
spectre-like form of the foremost savage. He fired at once, and the
shot roused the sleeping camp. It told the Indians that they were
discovered, and with wild war-whoops they rushed against the
American position. The line of sentries was quickly broken through;
but the soldiers sprang to arms; camp-fires were trodden out; and
Indians and whites fought furiously in the darkness. Perched on a
safe eminence, the Prophet looked down upon the fight, chanting his
war-song further to excite the savages, and rattling deers' hoofs as
signals for advance or retreat. Under the influence of their fierce
fanaticism the Indians abandoned their usual practice of fighting
from behind cover, and braved the enemy in open conflict. In spite
of Tenskwatawa's prophecies, the American bullets wrought deadly
havoc among the warriors, who, seeing that they had been deceived,
began to waver. Finally, the Indians gave way before a terrific
charge and fled to the woods, while the soldiers applied the torch
to their village.
On the head of the Prophet fell the blame for this disastrous
reverse. 'You are a liar,' said a Winnebago chief to his former
spiritual adviser, 'for you told us that the white people were all
dead or crazy, when they were in their right mind and fought like
the devil.' The Prophet vainly endeavored to give reasons for the
failure of his prophecy; it was, he declared, all due to some error
in compounding his concoction; but the wizard's rod was broken, his
mysterious influence shattered. His radiant visions of power had
vanished in the smoke of battle, and he slipped back into the
oblivion from which he had so suddenly sprung.
Meanwhile Tecumseh was pursuing his mission with determination and
vigor. After travelling many weary miles, he turned again homeward,
pleased with his success, his thoughts soaring hopefully as he
neared the little town which owed its existence to him. But he
arrived there to find his headquarters demolished, his followers
disbanded, his brother humiliated. Hardest of all to bear was the
knowledge that his own brother, on whose co-operation he had so
firmly relied, had caused this great disaster to his people. The
Prophet's miserable excuses so enraged him that he seized him by the
hair and shook him violently. Tecumseh mused upon his years of
patient and careful organization, and thought sorrowfully of his
town, so laboriously fortified, and peopled at the cost of so many
dangers risked and privations endured. It was a blow almost too
great to be borne. Should he accept it as a total defeat and abandon
his purpose? No! The courageous chief, as he stood amid the charred
remains of Tippecanoe, resolved to persevere in his struggle for the
freedom of his race.
Tecumseh now informed the governor of his return and expressed his
willingness to visit the president of the United States. Permission
was granted him to go to Washington, but it was stipulated that he
must do so unattended. This offended Tecumseh's pride and dignity.
He was the most powerful American Indian living, with five thousand
warriors at his command; holding in one hand an alliance with Great
Britain, and in the other an alliance with the Indians of the
south-west. Such was the position he had reached, and he intended to
maintain it. Was so great a chief, ruler over a confederacy similar
to that of the white man, to visit the chief of the Seventeen Fires
without a retinue! No! He haughtily refused to go to Washington
under such conditions.
In the early spring of 1812 two settlers were put to death near Fort
Dearborn, several others near Fort Madison, and a whole family was
murdered near Vincennes. These acts of violence threw the settlers
into a panic. A general Indian rising was feared; but at this
critical moment Tecumseh attended a grand council at Mississinewa,
on the Wabash, between Tippecanoe and Fort Wayne, and succeeded in
calming the excited fears of the Americans. He was not yet prepared
for open war. On this occasion, in the course of his address, he
said:
Governor Harrison made war on my people in my absence; it was the
will of the Great Spirit that he should do so. We hope it will
please the Great Spirit that the white people may let us live in
peace; we will not disturb them, neither have we done it, except
when they came to our village with the intention of destroying us.
We are happy to state to your brothers present, that the unfortunate
transaction that took place between the white people and a few of
our men at our village has been settled between us and Governor
Harrison; and I will further state, had I been at home, there would
have been no blood shed at the time.
In speaking of the recent murders, Tecumseh said he greatly
regretted that the ill-will of the Americans should be exercised
upon his followers, when the Potawatomis, over whom he had no power,
alone were guilty.
To a message from the British agent Tecumseh replied:
You tell us to retreat or turn to one side should the Long
Knives come against us. Had I been at home in the late unfortunate affair
(the attack on Tippecanoe) I should have done so, but those I left at home
were (I cannot call them men) a poor set of people, and their scuffle with
the Long Knives I compare to a struggle between little children, who only
scratch each other's faces. The Kickapoos and Winnebagoes have since been at
Post Vincennes and settled the matter amicably.
If Tecumseh regarded the Tippecanoe battle lightly, the
Americans considered it a serious event. It was magnified into an important
victory, and cited to rouse feelings of enmity against Great Britain, whose
agents were held to be responsible for the conduct of the Indians. Occurring at
a crisis of affairs, it was made a strong argument for a declaration of war
against England.
When June came Tecumseh demanded ammunition from the Indian agent at Fort Wayne.
The agent presented many reasons why the chief should now become friendly to the
Seventeen Fires. Tecumseh listened with indifference. He then bitterly expressed
his resentment at Governor Harrison's advance in his absence, and maintained his
right to the lands the Americans had invaded, but he still declared that he had
no intention of taking up arms against the United States. The agent refused the
ammunition. 'My British father will not deny me; to him will I go,' retorted
Tecumseh.
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Chronicles of Canada, Tecumseh, A Chronicle of
the Last Great Leader of his People, By Ethel T. Raymond, Toronto,
1915
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