eys, himself.
In village after village, from the Seminoles of Florida to the
Chippewas of the Canada border, from the Mingos of the Ohio River to
the Blackfeet of the farthest upper Missouri, either he or some of his
disciples appeared.

They bore with them a mystic figure, the size of the body of a man, all
wrapped in white cloth and never opened. This they tended carefully.
They bore with them a string of white beans, said to be made from the
Prophet's flesh.

They preached that dogs were to be killed; lodge fires were never to go
out; liquor was not to be drunk; wars were not to be waged, unless
ordered by the Prophet. Each warrior was obliged to draw the string of
beads through his fingers; by this, he "shook hands" with the Prophet,
and swore to obey his teachings.

It was rumored that within four years a great "death" would cover the
entire land, and that only the Indians who followed the Prophet would
escape. These should enjoy the land, freed of the white men.

Tecumseh bowed before his talented brother, and had his own dreams;
dreams of a vast war league against the Americans. The Prophet was in
control of eight or ten thousand warriors.

The Prophet's band at Greenville increased to four hundred--Shawnees,
Delawares, Wyandots, Chippewas, and others; a regular hodge-podge.

Captain William Wells, who was the Indian agent at Fort Wayne, asked
them to have four chiefs come in, to listen to a message from their
Great Father, the President.

On a sudden Tecumseh took the lead, as head chief.

"Go back to Fort Wayne," he ordered of the runner, a half-breed
Shawnee, "and tell Captain Wells that my fire is kindled on the spot
appointed by the Great Spirit above; and if he has anything to say to
me, he must come here. I shall expect him in six days from this time."

Captain Wells then sent the message. The President asked the Indians
to move off from this ground which was not theirs. He would help them
to select other ground.

Tecumseh replied hotly, in a speech of defiance.

"These lands are ours; no one has a right to remove us, because we were
the first owners. The Great Spirit above knows no boundaries, nor will
his red people know any. If my father, the President of the Seventeen
Fires, has anything more to say to me, he must send a big man as
messenger. I will not talk with Captain Wells."

"Why does not the President of the Seventeen Fires send us the greatest
man in his nation?" demande