the
gen-er-al, he was held there a pris-on-er; he was sent, at last, to Fort
Moul-trie in Charles-ton har-bor, and there, in the year 1838, he died.
With their chief dead, the Sem-i-nole In-di-ans had no heart for war;
and soon the few red men left of this great, fierce tribe were put far
a-way from each oth-er, in new states, and there was peace in Flor-i-da.

Gen-er-al Tay-lor won great fame in the Mex-i-can War; in 1847 he
won the fight of Bu-e-na Vis-ta, which took place on Wash-ing-ton's
birth-day; and he won too the fights of Pa-lo Al-to and Mon-te-rey. On
Sep-tem-ber 24th, 1847, our troops took the cit-y of Mex-i-co, and the
war was brought to an end. As Tay-lor went home to Ba-ton Rouge, he met
with praise, at each place he passed; folks came in crowds to see the
great he-ro; cheers filled the air; flags were raised and guns were
fired; he was the i-dol of the land. His men too were fond of him, for
all through the war he had been kind and good to them, and shared their
hard life. He was such a he-ro to the whole land, that it is not strange
that he was named for the next pres-i-dent, and got the most votes. He
took the chair of state in 1849, but the brave old man came in just at
the time when the strife a-bout slaves was at its height; and the cares
of the of-fice were too much for him, as they had been for Har-ri-son.
On Ju-ly 4th, 1850, there was a great time in Wash-ing-ton, in which
he took part; but his health was too weak to stand this strain; and
in the midst of his work, on Ju-ly 9th, 1850, the brave old In-di-an
fight-er died.

[Illustration: ZACHARY TAYLOR.]

[Illustration: MILLARD FILLMORE.]

MIL-LARD FILL-MORE.

In a log ca-bin way out in the western part of New York State, deep in
the dense, wild woods, was born, on Jan-u-a-ry 7th, 1800, the boy who
was to be the thir-teenth pres-i-dent of the U-nit-ed States. His
fa-ther had gone there from Ver-mont, to get a-way from the In-di-ans,
who gave no peace in his old home; and no house stood near-er than four
miles to the lit-tle home he had built in the wild new land; there was
no school; and if there had been lit-tle Mil-lard had not much time to
go; for he was ver-y young, when he was taught to earn mon-ey and help
in the lit-tle home. He learned how to make cloth from the soft white
wool; and was hard at work, in this way, till he was nine-teen years
old; then a love of books came to him; and a law-yer took note of
him and gave him su