Life and times of GenSamDale, the Mississippi partisan . row pervaded it; and, at the close, a lookof concentrated vengeance, such, I sujipose,as distinguishes the arch-enemy of have heard many great orators, but Inever saw one with the vocal powers of Te-cumseh, or the same command of the mus-cles of his face. Had I been deaf, the playof his countenance would have told me whathe said. Its effect on that wild, supersti-tious, untutored, and warlike assemblagemay be conceived: not a word was said, butstern warriors, the stoics of the woods,shook with emotion, and a thousand toma-hawks
Life and times of GenSamDale, the Mississippi partisan . row pervaded it; and, at the close, a lookof concentrated vengeance, such, I sujipose,as distinguishes the arch-enemy of have heard many great orators, but Inever saw one with the vocal powers of Te-cumseh, or the same command of the mus-cles of his face. Had I been deaf, the playof his countenance would have told me whathe said. Its effect on that wild, supersti-tious, untutored, and warlike assemblagemay be conceived: not a word was said, butstern warriors, the stoics of the woods,shook with emotion, and a thousand toma-hawks were brandished in the air. Eventhe Big Warrior, who had been true to thewhites, and remained faithful during thewar, was, for the moment, visibly affected,and more than once I saw his huge handclutch, spasmodically, the handle of his this was the effect of his delivery; for,though the mother of Tecumseh was a Creek,and he was familiar with the language, hespoke in the northern dialect, and it was aft-erward interpreted by an Indian linguist. teoumsehs speech. GENERAL SAMUEL DALE. 59 to the assembly. His speech has been re-ported, but no one has done or can do itjustice. I think I can repeat the substanceof what he said, and, indeed, his very words. TECUMSEHS SPEECH. In defiance of the white warriors ofOhio and Kentucky, I have traveled throughtheir settlements, once our favorite hunting-grounds. No war-whoop was sounded, butthere is blood on our knives. The Pale-faces felt the blow, but knew not whence itcame. Accursed be the race that has seized onour country and made women of our war-riors. Our fathers, from their tombs, re-proach us as slaves and cowards. I hearthem now in the wailing winds. The Muscogee was once a mighty peo-ple. The Georgians trembled at your war-whoop, and the maidens of my tribe, on thedistant lakes, sung the prowess of your war-riors and sighed for their embraces. Now your very blood is white; yourtomahawks have no edge; your bows andarrows
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