the Indians, they killed six hundred and
twenty of the American troops, and took seven pieces of cannon, two
hundred head of oxen, many horses, but no prisoners.[24] They gave
their own loss in killed at only sixty-five; but it was no doubt much
greater. Their force consisted of four thousand warriors, and was led
on by a Missasago chief who had served with the British in the late
war; and who planned and conducted the attack contrary to the opinion
of a majority of the chiefs, who yet, having such confidence in his
skill and judgment, yielded their individual plans and gave to him the
entire control of their movements. He is reported to have caused the
savages to forbear the pursuit of the retreating troops; telling them
that they had killed enough, and it was time to enjoy the booty they
had gained with the victory. He was then about forty-five years of
age, six feet in height, and of a [300] sour, morose countenance. His
dress was Indian leggins and moccasons, a blue petticoat coming half
way down his thighs, and European waistcoat and surtout. His head was
bound with an Indian cap, reaching midway his back, and adorned with
upwards of two hundred silver ornaments. In each ear he had two ear
rings, the upper part of each of which was formed of three silver
meddles of the size of a dollar; the lower part consisted of quarters
of dollars, and more than a foot in length; one from each ear hanging
down his breast,--the others over his back. In his nose he wore
ornaments of silver curiously wrought and painted.

Two days after the action the warriors from the Chicasaw nation
arrived at Fort Jefferson, under the command of Piomingo, or the
"Mountain Leader." On their march they heard of the fatal battle, and
saw one of the enemy; who mistaking Piomingo's party for some of his
own comrades, made up to them. He discovered the mistake when it was
too late to rectify it. Piomingo accosted him in harsh tones,
saying--"Rascal, you have been killing the whites," and immediately
ordered two of his warriors to expand his arms, and a third to shoot
him. This was done and his scalp taken.

After the disastrous termination of this campaign,[25] the inhabitants
of Kentucky were as much as, or perhaps more than ever, exposed to
savage enmity and those incursions which mark the bitterness of Indian
resentment. Soon after the retreat of the army under Gen. Sinclair, a
party of them came upon Salt river, where two men and some boys were