ly, in vain. More than three hundred and
fifty--soldiers, and the families of settlers, both--were killed; only
thirty persons escaped.

Now it was the days of King Philip, over again, and this time in
Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi, instead of in
Massachusetts, Rhode Island and Connecticut. At the news of Fort
Mimms, the settlers fled for protection into towns and block-houses.
If the Choctaws, the Chickasaws and other Southern Indians joined in
league with the Creeks, there easily would be fifteen thousand brave,
fierce warriors in the field.

However, the Choctaws and Chickasaws enlisted with the United States;
Chief Macintosh's friendly Creeks did not falter; and speedily the
fiery Andy Jackson was marching down from Tennessee, at the head of two
thousand picked men, to crush out the men of Menewa and Weatherford.

Other columns, from Tennessee, Georgia, Alabama and Mississippi, also
were on the trail. The Creeks fought to the death, but they made their
stands in vain. The United States was on a war footing; it had the
soldiers and the guns and the leaders; its columns of militia destroyed
town after town--even the sacred Creek capital where warriors from
eight towns together gathered to resist the invader. Yes, and even the
town built by direction of the prophets and named Holy Ground and
protected by magic.

By the close of 1813, this Jackson Chula Harjo--"Old Mad Jackson," as
the Creeks dubbed him--had proved to be as tough as his later name,
"Old Hickory." But Menewa and Weatherford were tough, too. They and
their more than one thousand warriors still hung out.

In March they were led by their prophets to another and "holier"
ground; Tohopeka, or Horseshoe Bend, on the Tallapoosa River in eastern
Alabama.

The Creek town of Oakfuskee was located below. And here, in 1735, some
eighty years before, there had been a fort of their English friends.
It was good ground.

Chief Prophet Monahoe and two other prophets, by song and dance
enchanted the ground inside the bend, and made it safe from the foot of
any white man. Monahoe said that he had a message from Heaven that
assured victory to the Creeks, in this spot. If the Old Mad Jackson
came, he and all his soldiers should die, by wrath from a cloud. Hail
as large as hominy mortars would flatten them out.

As was well known to the Creeks, Old Mad Jackson was having his
troubles. The Great Spirit had sent troubles upon him--had caused