eled--and the deed had been done.
The British soldiers threw aside their guns, to surrender; General
Proctor dashed furiously away in his buggy.

Headed by Colonel Johnson himself, the left companies of the mounted
riflemen now charged upon Tecumseh. The infantry followed.

The Indians had small chance, but they fought well. Tecumseh waited
until they could see the flints in the American rifles. Then he fired,
raised the Shawnee war-whoop, they all fired, and rushed with their
tomahawks to the encounter.

Yes, they fought well. Their close volley had killed many Americans.
The horse leader, who was Colonel Johnson, had been wounded; the horse
soldiers were fighting on foot, because the swamp had entangled the
horses' legs. The American infantry barely stood fast, under the first
shock.

Tecumseh's voice had been heard constantly, shouting for victory--as
before him old Annawan the Wampanoag and Cornstalk the other Shawnee
had shouted. Suddenly the voice had ceased.

A cry arose instead: "Tecumseh is dead! Tecumseh is dead!" And at
that, as a Potawatomi afterward explained, "We all ran."

Some people said that Tecumseh had charged with the tomahawk upon the
wounded Colonel Johnson, and that Colonel Johnson had shot him with a
pistol, just in time. Some people denied this. Colonel Johnson
himself said that he did not know--he did not pause to ask the Indian's
name, and did not stay to examine him! There was quite an argument
over the honor--but Tecumseh did not care. He was lying dead, in his
simple buckskin, and for a time was not even recognized.

A gaudily dressed chief was mistaken for him, until friendly Indians
with General Harrison stated that the great Tecumseh had a ridge on his
thigh, from a broken bone.

By this he was found, after nightfall. He was brought to the
camp-fires, where a circle of the Kentuckians gathered about him, to
admire his fine figure and handsome face. He had been a worthy foeman.

So Tecumseh quit, at last. He never could have lived to see the white
men pushed across the Ohio, and all the red men occupying the West as
one nation. That was not written of his star, or any other star.

But he left a good reputation. He had been of high mind and clean
heart, and he had fought in the open. The British adjutant-general at
Montreal issued public orders lamenting his death and praising his
bravery. The British throne sent his young son, Puck-e-sha-shin-wa, a
sword, a