ilitia--six hundred this time--and
sixty of the regulars under Major John P. Wyllys of Washington's old
Continentals. He told Colonel Hardin to find the Indians.

The colonel found them, on the morning of October 22. His only fear
had been that they would run off and not give him his revenge. But he
had not counted the strategy of Little Turtle.

When the first few Indians were sighted, Colonel Hardin made careful
and scientific preparation. He attacked. The Indians did run off,
with the happy, shouting militia in full hue and cry after. The
regulars followed slowly. When a gap of two miles had opened, as if
from the very earth out sprang Little Turtle's whole remaining force, a
thousand, and the hapless regulars were in the same plight as before.

The militia fought their way back, too late. The battle on the field
had become hand-to-hand. Both sides were brave; but when a soldier
thrust with his bayonet, two tomahawks were there, to crash into his
skull.

Major Wyllys was killed; so was Lieutenant Ebenezer Frothingham; fifty
of the rank and file fell. Only eight men escaped. Of the militia, a
major, two captains, and over ninety others died.

After he had been joined by the survivors, General Harmar resumed his
march to Fort Washington. He claimed a victory, because he had
destroyed the Indians' winter supplies; but he had lost one hundred and
eighty-three soldiers killed, and forty wounded, and the Indians not
more than fifty warriors.

The victory and the field of battle were left to Little Turtle.
General Harmar had proved to be a commander whose orders were "Go"
instead of "Come," and Colonel Hardin had not known how to fight
Indians.

However, Little Turtle realized that the Americans had other officers,
and that General Washington was not a man to back down.. There would
be another army.

So he spent much of the winter in visiting various tribes and enlisting
them. He went as far north as Ontario of Canada, and there appealed to
the Missisauga nation of Algonquins. He traveled west to the Illinois
River. He was a second Pontiac.

General and Governor Saint Clair himself was the officer appointed by
President Washington to lead the next expedition against the Little
Turtle army. He was a gallant old Continental, aged fifty-seven and
gray-haired. As a young officer in a Scotch regiment he had come over
to America with a British army, in 1758, to fight the French and
Indians. After th