tly made
near their town. Ours was a bloody victory, theirs a bloody
defeat.

"Soon after breakfast an Indian chief was discovered on the
prairie, about eighty yards from our front line, wrapped in
a piece of white cloth. He was found by a soldier by the
name of Miller, a resident of Jeffersonville, Indiana. The
Indian was wounded in one of his legs, the ball having
penetrated his knee and passed down his leg, breaking the
bone as it passed. Miller put his foot against him and he
raised up his head and said: 'Don't kill me, don't kill me.'
At the same time five or six regular soldiers tried to shoot
him, but their muskets snapped and missed fire. Major Davis
Floyd came riding toward him with dragoon sword and
pistols and said he would show them how to kill Indians,
when a messenger came from General Harrison commanding that
he should be taken prisoner. He was taken into camp, where
the surgeons dressed his wounds. Here he refused to speak a
word of English or tell a word of truth. Through the medium
of an interpreter he said that he was a friend to the white
people and that the Indians shot him while he was coming to
the camp to tell General Harrison that they were about to
attack the army. He refused to have his leg amputated,
though he was told that amputation was the only means of
saving his life. One dogma of Indian superstition is that
all good and brave Indians, when they die, go to a
delightful region, abounding with deer and other game, and
to be a successful hunter he should have all his limbs, his
gun and his dog. He therefore preferred death with all his
limbs to life without them. In accordance with his request
he was left to die, in company with an old squaw, who was
found in the Indian town the next day after he was taken
prisoner. They were left in one of our tents.

[Illustration: Judge Isaac Naylor. From old portrait in Court Room at
Williamsport, Indiana.]

"At the time this Indian was taken prisoner, another Indian,
who was wounded in the body, rose to his feet in the middle
of the prairie and began to walk towards the woods on the
opposite side. A number of regular soldiers shot at him but
missed him. A man who was a member of the same company with
me, Henry Huckleberry,