was set afire. Roasted from their coverts, the Red Sticks had
to flee for the river. When they fled, the rifles of the Tennessee
sharp-shooters caught them in mid-stride, or picked them off, in the
river.

Chief Menewa was bleeding from a dozen wounds. He made desperate
stand, but the cloud had gone, the fire was roaring, Head Prophet
Monahoe was down dead, dead; the Great Spirit had smitten him through
the mouth with a grape-ball, as if to rebuke him for lying. There was
only one prophet left alive. Him, Menewa angrily killed with his own
hand; then joined the flight.

He plunged into the river. His strength was almost spent, and he could
not swim out of reach of the sharp-shooters' bullets. The water was
four feet deep. So he tore loose a hollow joint of cane; and crouching
under the water, with the end of the cane stuck above the surface, he
held fast to a root and breathed through the cane.

Here he stayed, under water, for four hours until darkness had cloaked
land and river, and the yelling and shooting had ceased. Then, soaked
and chilled and stiffened, he cautiously straightened up. He waded
through the cane-brake, hobbled all night through the forest, and got
away.

But he had no army. Of his one thousand Red Sticks eight hundred were
dead. Five hundred and fifty-seven bodies were found upon the
Horseshoe battle-field. One hundred and fifty more had perished in the
river. Only one warrior was unwounded. Three hundred women and
children had been captured--and but three men. The Red Sticks of the
Creek nation were wiped out.

Of the whites, twenty-six had been killed, one hundred and seven
wounded. Of the Cherokee and Creek scouts, twenty-three had been
killed, forty-seven wounded.

Chief William Macintosh also had fought bravely, but he had not been
harmed.

The Red Sticks now agreed to a treaty of peace with the United States;
and Chief Menewa, scarred from head to foot, was the hero of his band.
"One of the bravest chiefs that ever lived," is written after his name,
by white historians. In due time he again opposed Chief Macintosh, and
won out.

For in 1825 Macintosh was bribed by the white people to urge upon his
nation the selling of the last of their lands in Georgia. He signed
the papers, so did a few other chiefs; but the majority, thirty-six in
number, refused.

Only some three hundred of the Creeks were parties to the signing away
of the land of the whole nation. The thr