e red man broken and scattered. The heroic, the
high-minded, the hapless Tecumseh was fallen.

Throughout the action, though he had gallantly headed his company in
every charge, Captain Reynolds had not fired a single shot, lest, by
some unhappy chance, Kumshakah, the preserver of his life, might fall by
his hand. When the battle was over and he had assisted in bearing his
wounded colonel to camp, he hunted up Burl and, bidding him follow,
returned in the course of an hour to the battle-ground, to look once
more on his face who at sunset had said, "Let him sleep; Wahcoudah's
will be done." He had repeated to his old servant what their deliverer
had told them of himself. But having taken in the evidence of his own
senses and already drawn therefrom his own unalterable conclusions, Big
Black Burl could not be made to understand how a man who looked like
Kumshakah, talked like Kumshakah, acted like Kumshakah, called himself
Kumshakah, could be any other than the Kumshakah whom he had met as a
foe, entertained as a guest, parted with as a friend, and ever
afterward loved as a brother. Such was his conviction then, and such it
remained through life.

On reaching the spot where he had seen the hero fall, Reynolds found a
number of his brother soldiers already gathered there, and still others
coming up, all eager either for the first time to behold or to get a
nearer view of the renowned Indian chieftain. With the dead of both
friend and foe strewn thick around him, there he lay, his handsome face
still lighted up with a glorious and triumphant smile, as if the
magnanimous soul that so long had animated those noble features had, in
rising, stamped it there to tell his enemies that, though fallen, he had
fallen and conquered. Beside him, and in striking contrast with his
symmetrical and stately figure, his pleasing and majestic aspect, lay
extended the huge bulk and scowled the terrible visage of Black Thunder.

"Pore, pore Kumshy!" exclaimed Burl, in a pitying voice.

"Yes, poor Kumshakah, and poor Tecumseh, too!" rejoined his master, with
solemn and profound emotion.

"What's dat you say, Mars'er Bushie?" inquired Burl quickly and with a
puzzled look.

Slowly young Reynolds repeated what he had said, and then added: "What
we now see before us, Burl, is all that is left of the great Tecumseh!"

Had this specter of the slain chief risen suddenly from his body and
stood confronting him, the effect on the mind of Big Black