324 WILD SPOETS IN THE SOUTH. 



They are sick at heart. The women can find no covert 

 to bring forth their young. The men dare not light a 

 council-fire, or come together to talk. The chiefs 

 cannot know the minds of the people, for they are 

 scattered. Let there be peace. The red man will 

 keep it. He who breaks peace will be punished. 

 The red man will hide his hatchet, and take his hoe. 

 The white soldier may go home. Then, when the 

 tribe comes in from the hummocks, we will talk of 

 moving. Runners will go to Sam Jones, to Octiarche, 

 and to Tiger Tail. Our hearts will be open — the sun 

 will shine on them — the smoke of powder shuts out the 

 sun now. When tliat is gone we can see clear. Tus- 

 tenuggee will not promise what he cannot perform; 

 Tustenuggee is too great a chief to lie. His tongue is 

 straight. When peace comes he will see clear. Then 

 he will read the white chief what is written in the hearts 

 of his people about moving. Tustenuggee has spoken." 



The Indian stepped back, and wrapped his blanket 

 around him. 



The colonel arose, and said : " Halleck Tustenuggee, 

 I read your thoughts. You have wanted a truce to buy 

 ammunition and provisions. You would then do as you 

 have done before — take to the swamps and renew the war. 

 This stratagem is now to be ended. At Warm Springs, 

 to-day, all your warriors have been taken prisoners, with 

 their wives and children, and will be sent forthwith to 

 Arkansas. You and your chief are also prisoners, and 

 will accompany them." 



