HOW WE CONQUERED HALLECK TDSTENUGGEE. 325 



Tustenuggee looked around him with a quick gesture. 

 The gate in the pahsade fence was drawn, and the 

 soldiers were under arms. His eye flashed, his breast 

 heaved, and, as his young chiefs made a desperate, but 

 unavailing attempt to escape by scaling the palisades, he 

 quietly drew his blanket over his head and sat on the 

 ground. 



No word was said by the bystanders. The intense 

 interest of the scene chained every tongue. The sentinel 

 stopped on his round. The soldiers gathered from their 

 avocations. The orders given by the colonel for the 

 security of his prisoners was delivered in a low tone, and 

 as they moved away to the guard-house our hearts 

 seemed to beat again as if after the spectacle of some 

 great tragedy. 



Thus ended the career of this great chief. The woods 

 knew him no more. His race lost his fiery valor, his 

 vindictive vengeance, his far-sighted policy, and the in- 

 fluence of his name. He Avas one of the haughtiest and 

 most uncompromising foes the white man ever had, and 

 was only taken by the same means that Osceola had been 

 before him. 



That night, while most of the camp had retired, or 

 were quietly sitting by the fires that lighted the in- 

 closure, a savage scene was enacted in the guard-room 

 where the prisoners were confined under a guard of 

 soldiers. A large fire was lighted and the captives sat 

 around it, among them several of the Indians taken at 

 the other camp, that had been forwarded for security. 



